Chapter 1

A/N: This is my first ever Tyrion/Sansa story. It's all Alternate/Modern Universe. Please leave your thoughts!

"Damn it!" Sansa Stark swore as she kicked her car in frustration.

Of all the times in the world for it to give out on her, it had to be right now.

It was two am.

Tripple A wasn't an option.

Her friends...well they were all pretty much passed out from the party.

Her parents...a huge no.

Her sister a hell no.

One she was in college out of state, and two...well she hadnt spoken to her parents since she'd left.

She barely kept in contact with her sister.

Sansa leaned against her car in defeat.

Yeah, she was definitely screwed.

"Well, well look what we have here."

Sansa groaned and pushed back the stab of fear that entered her.

"I'm actually waiting for someone so.." She hoped he'd take the hint and beat it. She'd seen this guy around campus and truth be told he always gave her the creeps.

The guy's eyes turned dark. "So you're another one of those bitches who can't give me the time of day?"

Sansa breathed deeply. She had a horrible feeling. She wanted to run but she felt frozen.

She chose another tactic, maybe if she apologized right now things wouldn't get ugly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like..."

"You are sorry." The guy spat. "I'm gonna make you sorry."

"Please..." Sansa whispered. "Don't hurt me."

"I'm gonna have fun with you first though." He leered at her. He grabbed her, pulling her close and touching her.

"No," Sansa whimpered. "Stop."

"Your skin is so soft, babe." He pressed his lips against her neck, roughly sucking on it. She cried out and he ran his hand underneath her skirt. He shoved her underwear aside and roughly shoved his fingers inside her.

"Stop!" Sansa cried. "Please stop!" She began hitting him and he hauled off and punched her.

"You don't tell me what to do!" He yelled, as he used his other hand to unzip his pants. He ripped her underwear and was about force himself inside.

Sansa closed her eyes. She prayed for it to be over soon. She wanted to die.

Suddenly all movement stopped.

Sansa opened her eyes and was stunned to see that a gun was pressed to her attacker's head.

"I suggest you take your hands off of this woman and back away. Slowly."

Her attacker actually looked afraid.

He did as he was told and took his hands out of her and backed away.

"Joffrey," The guy spat in disgust. "you never change. Remember how I stopped you from hurting Dany? Well, I'm stopping you here too. I see you go near this woman...or any woman ever again I'll blow your fucking brains out, brother or not. Are we clear?"

Joffrey smirked. "Well, I don't know Tyrion. There's always next time, isn't there?"

Tyrion glared at him hatefully. He had never hated anyone more than he hated his 'brother'. "You really don't want to push me right now, Joffrey. I have a gun aimed at your head, it is loaded. You'd better believe I will pull the trigger!"

Sansa looked back and forth between the two. A part of her just wanted to run for her life. Joffrey had just tried to rape her and she really didn't know anything about Tyrion. What if he shot Joffrey and than decided to shoot her because she'd be a witness?

"Really?" Joffrey taunted. "You won't do it, Tyrion. Little midget like you..." He laughed and Tyrion's gaze hardened even further. "You haven't done it yet. You won't shoot me. Even if I am making plans to have a party with this girl and your friend."

Sansa shuttered. On instinct, she moved further away from Joffrey and closer to Tyrion. Even if he did have a gun, he seemed her best bet right now.

"You may be threatening it, but you're fucking stupid if you think I'll ever give you that chance!" Tyrion snapped.

Joffrey smiled. "You won't always be around. And why are you making it out like I'm the villain? This girl wanted me."

Tyrion didn't believe that for a second. He'd seen the fear in her eyes the moment he came on the scene.

"Right." Tyrion spat. "Just like Dany wanted you. Because girls who want guys, scream and yell. Try to push you off, have fear in their eyes. You're a piece of shit. I've never been more ashamed in my life to call you my brother."

"Why don't I show you?" Joffrey made a move to grab Sansa but only made it two feet before a shot fired past him, hitting the windshield of Sansa's car, shattering it.

Sansa screamed, but relaxed when she realized the only thing hit was her car. Then she nearly groaned. It may be a piece of crap but she didn't want it used for target practice.

"Sansa," Tyrion's voice came out gentle. The last thing he'd wanted was to make her afraid of him. "I promise I won't hurt you. You should get behind me, ok?"

For a reason that Sansa couldn't quite name, she wasn't afraid of him. How could she be afraid of someone who was acting in defense and protection of her?

"Ok," Sansa whispered, before doing as he'd asked of her.

"You must be really fucking stupid!" Joffrey yelled.

Tyrion's hand was gripping the trigger on the gun so tight, he was amazed he hadn't pulled it yet.

"No, you must be really fucking stupid!" He countered heatedly. "I'm the one with the fucking gun to your head and you want to try to go at this girl again?! It's not going to happen." At least not while he was still breathing.

Joffrey was beginning to grow afraid. "You've won this round. I'll go." He took a few steps back, before the grin came back. "But this isn't over, Tyrion. You can count on that."

Sansa saw Tyrion begin to pull the trigger back. "No!" She gripped his arm. "You don't wanna do that. He's not worth it. Please."

Tyrion didn't know if his senses finally came back to him or if it was the way Sansa was pleading with him that got through to him.

"We meet like this again, Joffrey mercy won't be happening." He warned him sharply.

Tyrion lowered the gun once he saw Joffrey disappear out of sight. He turned his attention to the woman he'd just saved.

He saw her tears and his heart went out to her. "Hey," He gently outstretched his hand to her. He was surprised when she took it. "you looked like you needed help."

Tears stung Sansa's eyes. "Good guess. I uh...thank you." Without even thinking about it, she knelt down and threw herself in his arms, gripped him tightly.

Tyrion gently wrapped his arms around her, holding her back. "You're welcome. I...I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner. Not that I knew to, or know you...I'm just...I'm sorry." He sighed. "I'm so sorry you had to deal with that, to witness that."

"You saved me. You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm grateful for what you did." She breathed, before pulling back. "I'm Sansa. Sansa Stark."

Tyrion smiled gently. "I know. You're in a couple of my classes."

"Oh." Sansa felt bad that she had no recognition of seeing him. "I heard...hi..." She broke off. "You're Tyrion, right?"

He nodded warmly. "Tyrion Lannister."

"Tyrion," Sansa whispered softly. "I owe you my life."

Tyrion immediately shook his head. "You don't owe me anything. It was the right thing to do. I'm just thankful I got here before..." He sighed. "I'm so sorry."

Sansa looked confused. "For what? You saved me."

"You heard us talking." Tyrion momentarily looked down ashamed before meeting her eyes once more. "He's my brother.."

Sansa softened, she reached out and grabbed his hand. "I understand how you feel, but you aren't responcible for his actions. I cannot tell you how thankful I am for what you did for me tonight.."

The two of them just stood there, not really saying anything else.

They barely knew each other at all, but both had a feeling that this one event had connected them...possibly forever.