Soooo, I know nothing about running a business so if all my talk sounds like BS it's because it is :-). I get the feeling I sound like Romy and Michelle in Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion (If you haven't seen that movie, you should, it's hilarious) when they are trying to pretend to be business women he he.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Sansa jumped so high she comically slide down a couple of steps in the dim stairwell. Sandor Clegane grabbed her arm right before she could fall completely backward, breaking her neck most like.

"You scared the life out of me!" she answered, her heart pumping hard in her chest. "How do you move so quietly?"

"Scared you, huh, that's nothing new." his eyes, or rather his eye, glared at her angrily, its steel grey flashing at her, his other "eye" was nothing but a milk white glass orb.

At first she had found the lack of an iris and pupil in his glass eye off putting but considering how much his one good eye affected her, she was half glad of it's flat expressionless color. The one time she gathered up enough courage to as him about it he had told her that he didn't need any of that "fancy shit" on his glass eye, "it isn't like a fucking picture of an eye will make me see out of it." She never asked him about the pink shiny skin that covered half his face. They were burn scars that much she could tell, grafted over, but still quite terrible. She could only imagine how they looked before.

"It's my job to be quiet I'm security." his gravely voice brought her out of her memories. "I don't usually have to chase after Little Birds though."

"The elevator is broken, or something," she stammered. "I must have gone down one too many flights."

"Try two, you passed the basement. You're in the subbasement. You don't want to be here." he took the remaining steps up till he was standing on the same level with her. She may be tall but Sandor was enormous. He peered down at her curiously.

"I was….distracted." she craned her neck back to look at him. "Joffery and I broke up."

Sandor raised one good eyebrow up.

"He hit me." she explained rubbing the top of her arm where Joffery had punched her.

"Was that before or after you dumped him?" he rasped

"After." she scowled.

"I'm surprised, you took his shit and chirped your courtesies for what? a year?"

"!0 months," she answered putting her hands on her hips, "and I didn't put up with anything, he changed. I wouldn't be dumping him if I was putting up with being treated badly."

"Alright!" Sandor held up his hands in mock surrender. "Little Bird isn't so empty headed after all." his eye changed she noticed, while a few seconds ago it was hard steel, now it flashed a merry silver. She liked it, it was beautiful.

"I just don't want to cause problems between Robert and my father." she sighed getting her mind back on subject.

"Don't worry Robert couldn't care less less about what Joffery gets up to. Come on, I'm off I'll walk you to your car." he led her up the stairs.

"I didn't bring my car. I need to call a cab." Sansa followed him, wanting to get out of the building as soon as possible. Joffery had turned from a prince into a nightmare almost over night and she had no desire to be anywhere near him of his families law offices a second more than she had to.

Sandor said nothing leading her up a flight and through a side door she'd never seen before, she worried for a second but never having actually been in the stairwell of Baratheon Law Offices, she followed Sandor quietly.

Her fear returned when he lead her through another door and instead of walking out into a busy street she walked into a parking garage.

"umm." she bit her lip.

"I'll take you home." he answered her unasked question.

"Oh thank y…." Sansa's polite retort died in her throat when she saw that her ride would be a hearse.

"Like it?" Sandor grinned at her for the first time ever. "I restored it myself."

Sansa could see the pride as he looked over his vehicle. She turned back to the car and really looked at it. She knew nothing about restoring vintage vehicles but this one was beautiful, it was painted flat black with chrome detailing and a grinning chrome skull affixed to the front grill.

"I call it Stranger."

"Oh that is so blasphemous." Sansa breathed out, then she grinned, then she giggled.

Sandor chuckled, "Come on then."

"I don't know," Sansa dead panned, "I'm not suppose to take rides from strangers."

"Smart ass." Sandor growled, opening the passenger door for her.

"Thank you, Sandor." she made a point to look him in the eye.

"Yep." he jerked his head at the car. "Get in."

She smiled, now that her focus wasn't on Joffery, she was noticing little things about Sandor, he was blunt, yes, but he was funny in a dry sort of way and his good eye was really a beautiful shade of grey when he wasn't glaring at the world around him.

She slid into the passengers seat and watched as he walked around the front of the car to the drivers side. She had noticed Sandor's height and build the second she saw him, of course you'd have to be blind not to, he was built like a God, like the guy who played Thor in those movies, what was his name?, Chris Hemsworth?, no, she shook her head to herself, he was better, broader. It was quite alluring now that she really looked at him. How had she not noticed that his broad shoulders tapered down to a slim waist?; his biceps stretched the thin fabric of his black hoodie as he bounced the car keys in his hand. Sansa tore her eyes away from him and studied the inside of the hearse instead. Perhaps her break up was affecting her more than she thought.

The inside of the hearse was just as beautiful as the outside, the upholstery was in a soft, velvety, Autumn yellow fabric that felt like heaven as she brushed her hand over the seat. She looked out the little back window by her head to see the back of the hearse was done all in wood, stained dark black and polished to a beautiful shine.

"It's something isn't it?" Another first, Sandor's voice positively beamed with pride. She nodded.

"Why yellow, it's a bit….cheerful for a hearse."

"I'm not selling this one," he answered, "I like yellow." he shrugged.

"You sell these?" She never knew that about him, she never bothered to really learn anything about the security guard who was around more often than not.

"On the side, but not for long, saved enough to do this full time. Just quite today." he let out an amused huff. "Looks like Joff is having a shitty day."

Sansa couldn't help herself she started laughing so hard it turned into a full on fit. Sandor just looked at her a crooked smirk on his face until she settled down.

"Ready Little Bird?"

"Yes," she straightened her skirt, smoothing the sage colored fabric over her thighs. "I'm sorry, I just feel so free. There was always so much pressure for us to work, at first I thought it would, it would be easy, like a song."

"Life isn't a song." he growled.

"I know, he may have multiple personalities, he changed so fast."

"He didn't change," Sandor pulled out into traffic and headed down the highway to her apartment. "You were just too nice to see the signs. He can hide, but not for long."

Sansa let out a sigh, she would have to tell her parents, despite what Sandor said, it would cause some uncomfortableness between her father and his oldest friend. She didn't want to think of that now.

"So you now own your own business. Did you know that is what I'm studying? I graduate next month."

"I know."

"If you ever need any help, you could call me, I'm top of my class and father has always included us in the family business dealings. He said it was good experience."

Sandor snorted, "This is the first time you've ever fucking talked to me without trembling like a leaf and I don't think renewable energy is the same as restoring cars."

"To be fair this is the first time you talk to me like a human being instead of an idiot you need to babysit." she turned in her seat to look at him, crossing her arms over her chest. "and restoring cars is a pretty green thing to do."

Sandor scratched his chin, "Alright, guess I could use all the help I can get. So what's your advice."

They spent the remainder of the ride talking over his plans and his approach so far. Sansa was shocked the IRS hadn't come down on his head yet, Sandor was doing everything under the table, he didn't have the first clue how do conduct business legitimately.

"Sandor," Sansa let out a deep breath, "I think you need a partner, someone to take care of the bookkeeping and clerical portion of things."

"No," Sandor shook his head. "last thing I need is some asshole meddling in my business."

A light bulb sparked in Sansa's head, "What if it isn't an asshole? What if it's a woman?"

"Some bitch, ah No!"

Sansa bit her lip, "I'm not a bitch."

"What?' Sandor pulled into her parking lot and turned off the car.

"I'm not a bitch." she repeated.

"I didn't say you were," Sandor looked at her angry and confused.

Sansa shook her head, 'I'm wondering if maybe.."

"For fucks sake spit it out!"

"Me!" she shouted, "Me you and me, partners."

"What! You don't know shit about cars."

"Exactly," Sansa huffed exasperated, "I won't interfere with your part because I can't."

"And you would just trust me to put out a good product?" Sandor looked at her suspiciously.

"Look we would need to sit down and have a serious conversation. How much will I invest? Are we 50/50 partners 40/50? I would need to see some paperwork," he opened his mouth to protest, "whatever you have, I know it isn't much," Sandor closed his mouth, "I see what you can do, I'm sitting in a work of art, even as a layman I can figure that much out, but you would also need to speak to my father, all our investments and monetary decisions go through him until I'm 25."

"Why? Why would your dad agree to let you go into business with an old ugly asshole, why would you want to?"

"Geez Sandor, you're thirty, that isn't old and you aren't ugly, not that that has any bearing on business arrangements and yes, you can be an….uh…unpleasant but you are honest, blunt and straight forward, good things, I think."

Sandor looked her up and down, his eyes traveling slowly as if really seeing her for the first time. "We'll talk," he finally said, "I'm not promising anything either, this is my godsdamned dream and nobody is taking it from me."

"I wouldn't dream of it, Sandor." she laid a her hand on the soft cotton of his hoodie.

He looked her in the eyes and nodded, "No, you aren't the type." He turned the car back on and pulled out of the parking lot.

"Where are we going?" she asked looking back at her apartment.

"I'm fucking hungry." he rasped, "We are going to eat and then we're going to my place where you are going to help me look for those damn papers you want so much." he pointed at her, "that is not going to be fucking fun."

"I bet," she snorted.

She felt good, the last two months had felt like she was standing still. Joffery had turned into a world class asshole and was giving her a hard time about working after graduation, he wanted her to invest in his company, his future, while ignoring her own. Sure she didn't know anything about restoring cars and she would have to read up on the going rate for certain restorations, but she was smart and a quick learner, she knew she could do this. Sandor's business was exciting, she could be a part of something creative, that appealed to her more than anything. Sandor was an artist, she wanted to help him grow. It all hinged on the next few days of information gathering but she had a very good feeling about this.

"So where are we going to eat?"

"Chicken," he answered, turning into a local fast food place, "I'm going to eat every fucking chicken in the place I'm so fucking hungry."

"Well try to save me a drumstick and maybe a little mash potatoes." she tried to look put out as they approached the ordering menu at KFC.

"We'll see," he snarked back before ordering an ungodly amount of chicken and at least one of every side.

Ok, I know that there is cannon out there for Sansa to stay in an abusive relationship with Joffery and while I like and read those fics I wanted to do something just a little different. I always think back to the scene where Sansa almost pushed Joffery off the roof at the Red Keep and think maybe in modern day, when she isn't stuck like she is in the books she wouldn't put up with Joffs shit. Poor girl gets a lot of shit for not listening to her father but she was 11 when she made that bad decision, I think she is much smarter and stronger than she seems. So that's my vision of Sansa in this, sweet and honorable but not in a frame of mind to put up with abuse.

Sandor in modern AU's has to be a bit toned down, I think. He can't kill and brutalize everyone who upsets him, and he can't put knives to young girls throats, or else he'd be in jail. So my Sandor is a foul mouthed working stiff. I take the idea of his snarling hound helm in the books and think he may be creative, so long as it's useful creativity, like in vehicles. He's a grump, he likes to work alone with his hands and he's damn good at what he does, just like in the book :-) and also, he's in a very good mood in this story.

So those are my thoughts on modern SanSan, hope you guys liked it.