Notes: I am assuming R + L = J but Lyanna was Ned's best friend not sister.
Westeros, here, is a tiny island with constitutional monarchy. So Robert is still King, all the great houses lords are dukes, earls etc, but they don't have absolute power, it's mostly titular. Ned Stark , for example, is Duke of Winterfell, but also runs an environmental law type firm.
The first chapter is just to get the romance and angst kick-started. :)

"So are we going?"

Jon turned and looked at Robb sitting next to him with a shocked look, "Obviously not."

Theon interjected just then, "Yes, yes we are. I spent an hour getting ready!"

"Why would you want to go to some lame party with lame people? They'll probably play shitty music and get wasted."

"Yeah, that's exactly why."

Jon shook his head slightly, and turned his attention back to the game where Robb had taken advantage of his momentary distraction and hacked his arm off.

"Thanks, Robb."

"And…you are welcome," he replied as cut off Jon's head with a sharp swing.

Jon rolled his eyes just as Sansa glided in and gracefully kissed Robb on the cheek.

"Congrats, Robb."

"Hey, Happy Birthday! Where were you last night, we left messages."

"Just celebrating with my friends. Anyway, I have to leave soon. But I'll see you at the party, yeah."

Jon stared at Sansa's hair. It almost reached down to her waist. He really had not seen her in a long time. She gave him a small smile as he wished her, and then turned to Theon.

"Where are you going now?" Robb asked her, as she turned to leave.

"Marg is gonna dress me up for the party, so just stopping by her place."

"Yeah, we have to go," he drawled as she shut the door behind her, "I don't trust Margaery Tyrell."

Jon sighed.

Party! Jon groaned internally as he entered the hall. Loud music, writhing bodies, screams, laughter, and so many people. He wondered how Sansa knew so many people. Though, he supposed, it was not that farfetched, she had always been one of the popular kids.

"Oh God. What is she wearing?!"

Jon followed Robb's gaze to Sansa.

"I know, right! She should dress like this everyday. So hot, I feel like her boobs might pop out of that dress any minute. Fingers crossed, huh!?" Theon grinned stupidly at them.

Jon knew it was coming before it happened as Robb punched Theon's grin right off.

"FUCK! You broke my face!"

"That was the intention! You watch your mouth, she is like a sister to you!"

Jon shifted his attention back to Sansa. She smiled slightly at him, those were the only kind of smiles they shared, slight ones. She went to Robb straight, put her arms around his neck, rested her pretty head on his shoulders, and looked at him with all the affection in the world. Sansa did this a lot with people she loved. He had grown up seeing this special hug being flowered on her parents, and her brothers, even Arya when the latter allowed it. She had never once hugged him like that. When he was younger, he used to wait breathlessly for it; this act would signal her acceptance of him in the family. But it never came. Even today, after she is done with Robb, and comes to hug him, all she does is whisper in his ear.

"I am surprised you graced such lame people with your presence."

He wants to say something, not sure what, but something, but then she is already at Theon's side, giggling madly about something.

Wait, was Theon sniffing her hair!?

He blinked, and she was gone. She had disappeared into thin air.

"Where did she go?" he said looking around.

"There," said Robb, pointing angrily.

She was with the crown prince himself. When Sansa had started dating Joffrey a couple of years back, it had not been much of a surprise. She was the Duke's daughter, and Ned and Robert were such good friends. But the more Jon came to know of Joffrey, the less he liked him. He was an arrogant prick, to put it delicately. Robb shared this view with him, and so it wasn't surprising that when they saw Sansa making out with him, he turned to leave angrily.

"You stay here, she'd be disappointed if all of us left. Just look after her, okay."

Fat chance she'd notice them missing, she was surrounded by friends, and of course, she had Joffrey to distract her.

"Why can't Theon look after her?"

Robb gave him a disgusted look and left.

"Right."

Jon looked around and saw Theon wasn't even listening, he was off talking, no, flirting probably, with some girl. Jon was already getting restless. He didn't belong in these places. He was willing to bet that 90% of these kids were nobility, and the rest ridiculously ambitious rich kids like the Tyrells. There were a lot of pretty girls, but they were probably all stuck up brats. Not that it mattered; he had a girlfriend, and even if it was long distance, he wasn't gonna partake in a casual hook up.

He decided to grab a beer, if he was gonna survive this ordeal, he needed it.

After his fifth beer, he thought he should check up on Sansa. Wasn't that the whole reason he was stuck here? To take care of her. He had to look for a while but he finally found her alone in a corner. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were dazed, and she was moving slightly to the music, not the crappy music that was playing, but probably something different that was playing in her mind, something softer, slower. He looked at her for a while. He thought she must be the most beautiful girl in the world.

He was not the only one who thought so, apparently, as a tall man with a half burnt of face came over to her side. Sansa seemed to know him, but Jon reacted instinctively, and followed him, cutting into their conversation. The man, Sandor, he called himself, left shortly. They stood in silence for a while. He was thinking of something to say when he spotted something shiny dangling into her cleavage.

"Is that the royal crest?"

"Yes, Joffrey gave it to me. It's pretty, isn't it?"

Jon looked at her face shining with happiness.

"Yeah, very pretty."

She looked up at him and gave him a big smile.

"I think he means to marry me someday. And then I'll be Queen. It's all I ever wanted. Everything is so perfect."

Jon didn't know what to say to that. How could she not see beyond Joffrey's title? He was the worst.

She continued talking, saving him from the need to reply.

"Hey, where is Robb!? I have to tell him a secret! Myrcella has a crush on him! How cute is that!?"

"Yeah, um, that's something, I guess. Are you fine? Also, how long will the party go on? Can't we just leave."

That was apparently not the right thing to say. She looked angry. "You can leave if you want. I mean, it's not like you were even invited."

He grabbed an inebriated Theon and left. Robb had been sensible enough to send the chauffeur. Both of them were quiet on the way home, distracted by their thoughts.

Dawn came over winterfell and sneaked into the Stark house. Jon Snow was dreaming. He dreamed of Ygritte, with her hair kissed by hair. You know nothing, Jon Snow, she whispered in his ear. He buried his face in her hair, tracing kisses down her neck. But then he noticed that the hair was slightly darker, and when he looked up, it wasn't Ygritte's face at all. Jon Snow woke up.

He sat in the bathtub, several cold showers later, he still couldn't get the image out of his mind. Confused and embarrassed and angry at himself, he texted Ygritte.

I need to meet you.

He got a reply back so quick, he wondered if she had sent it before he even texted.

I will be at your house at 2. Keep a fancy lunch ready.

Jon smiled to himself and got up. Everything was gonna be fine. It had just been a stupid dream.

"This is good."

Jon looked at Ygritte next to him, wolfing down her food. "I am happy you came."

"Yeah, of course, I missed you so much! But I meant to ask, how come you texted me all of a sudden? What happened to giving you some space or whatever bullshit it was that you spouted last time?"

So she still remembered that.

"I just really missed you too. I wish you lived near."

"Yeah, no thank you. I doubt I'd fit in with all the blue bloods around here. Listen," she said putting down her fork, "move in with me."

"What?"

"Come on, Jon Snow. Do you really wanna spend the rest of your life here? What you gonna do around here? Assist Lord Robb Stark in running an estate? You'll never become yourself till you are stuck living here."

"This is my family!"

"No, it's not. But you could have your own family, with me. Come with me. Let's leave right now."

He looked at her earnest face. He could do it, couldn't he? It wouldn't be so bad. For a minisecond, he considered it. But, no. No, he couldn't.

His face seemed to have answered her question.

He next spoke to Sansa a week later. She had spent the entire week in her wing, not even venturing out for dinner or to visit her friends. It was unlike her, but Robb didn't seem concerned, in fact he was happy that she wasn't spending all her time at her friend's house like she used to whenever Ned and Cat were away. They were gone for almost a month now, Cat accompanying Ned on some climate change summit. Sansa came to them a Sunday morning when he was sitting with Robb and Arya , watching football.

"What are you guys doing? Can I join?"

"I doubt it'd interest you." Arya replied.

She sat herself down between him and Robb and snatched the remote away from Arya.

"We can always watch something else."

"No! Ugh, you are the only stupid one in this family, no one else here is gonna like your crap. I am NOT sitting and watching Downton Abbey or whatever. Just use the TV in your own room."

Sansa suddenly got up and threw the remote away. "I just wanted to spend some time with you! But if that's how everyone feels, I guess I am better off alone," she said as she walked out angrily, tears welling up her eyes.

Sansa and Arya fought a lot. Jon didn't know when it had started for he remembered a time when they were pretty close, but yeah, those days were long gone. But it was surprising that their bickering would leave Sansa in tears.

Robb probably had the same thought. "Arya, you shouldn't have done that. Pretty rude."

Arya told him to shut up but she did look slightly uncomfortable.

Robb sighed slightly, "I guess one of us should go check on her."

"I'll do it."

They both stared at him, surprised at the quick reply. He just shrugged, and went looking for Sansa. He found her on a staircase with Lady, crying softly into the wolf's fur.

"Hey."

"What are you doing here?" She said, looking up at him .

"Why are you crying?

"It's kind of you to ask, but I'd rather not say."

She wiped away her tears and stared at him.

"Look, I know something is up, you didn't leave the house for a week. Did you have a fight with your friends or something? Because I am sure things will be fine."

"Why does it always have to come down to my friends? Maybe I was just really lonely and I wanted to spend some time with my family. None of whom seem to care about me. I feel like a stranger in my own bloody house. I have 3 brothers, and a sister who'd rather she was a boy, and then there's you, and there's Theon, and I am literally the odd man out. I feel so different, and alienated. And god, I hate it. I mean, I can't change who I am just so my family wants to spend more time with me, can I? Is that how terrible things have gotten?"

Jon looked at her, stunned. He never in his wildest imagination would have thought of Sansa as the misfit ever. She was the perfect one, the one with everything. She was the one you looked at and wondered how anyone's life could be so beautiful. The fact that she was insecure seemed so strange to him, and yet it made him feel oddly guilty.

"Oh Sansa, I don't think anyone wants that. Everyone here loves you so much."

"Not really. It's funny, isn't it, you are not really even a part of this family, and yet they love you so much more. It's really not fair."

He stared at her cold eyes, rimmed red. He thought it was ironic that she was the one crying and he comforting because in the moment she was an ice queen, cutting him with her shards.

"I am sorry you feel that way."

He turned and walked away. She was right, not about them loving him more, because he was certain they didn't, but about him not being a part of the family. Ygritte had given him a chance, hadn't she? But he had thrown it away. He got on his bike, and tried to keep his thoughts afar. None of them had ever said it before, but he had often wondered if they felt it. He knew Cat resented him living with them, but she had never said it aloud. Not like Sansa just did.

He heard someone call his name. He slowed down and turned around slightly. It was dark but he saw a car approaching. Theon's car. Sansa was in there, shouting his name. She was indicating him to stop but he just pedalled faster, angry at her still. What did she want now?

"Theon, crash into him. Come on, just a little."

"WHAT!? ARE YOU MAD!? NOW YOU WANT ME TO DIE!?"

"Nope, I just want him to slightly bruise you. Or a minor injury at the most. Theon, just nudge his bike a little."

Jon stopped the bike and got down in a fury. She couldn't just-

She climbed out of the car and ran to him. Before he could say a word, she had crashed into him, engulfing him into her famous hug, her arms around his neck, and her cheek on his shoulder, and she whispered into his ears.

"I am so sorry. I am a foolish little girl. I was just so jealous and unhappy, but that is no excuse."

She extracted herself from him. Jon noticed his arms were encircling her waist, when had he done that?

"Will you forgive me?"

"There is nothing to forgive."

He smiled at her slightly. He was happy, it sucked that this was all it took, but he was back to being that hungry child, craving her affection.

"Anyway, now that you are done being emo- "

"Hey!"

She laughed and took his arm, "Do you wanna come cruisin' with me and Theon? We got some weed, and plenty of alcohol."

"Drinking and Driving, huh? That sounds appealing. Also, since when are you into taking such rash actions?"

"Since I realised my life isn't really precious."

Jon looked at her. Something must have definitely happened. Before he could ask what, she continued, "Come on! Only around Winterfell, there isn't another soul here, and Theon is an expert drunk driver." She beamed up at him, bouncing on her feet. He was glad to see her back to her usual cheerful self, so he couldn't find the heart to refuse.

"Okay. But I'll drive, and I won't be drinking."

"Let's go to the shore! I miss the sea."

"You miss the sea?"

"Yeah, I miss the sea. Pleaaase, let's just stop by for a while."

Jon looked at her, smiling at him, her big blues eyes fervent with anticipation.

"Okay."

"Cool, so we can smoke up there. Theon, start rolling the joints."

"Already onto it."

Jon turned and saw Theon lying on the backseat with his legs outstretched. He was so drunk, Jon was surprised he hadn't passed out. Sansa had also finished off a bottle of red, and started on another. She was sitting next to him, her bare feet resting on the dashboard. He tried not to think about how long her legs looked in those shorts, or how cute she looked cradling the wine bottle. He tried and he failed. A part of him felt guilt, but most of it was thoroughly confused. Where had these thoughts come from!? She is like your sister, Jon. But she isn't, the other voice claimed, she was never really like your sister. Finally, Jon had to accept that maybe he just found her attractive, and that it couldn't be helped, because she is attractive, and maybe he should just let it go, and not over think it. It's not like anything would come of it.

"SPIN THE BOTTLE!" Theon shouted.

"There's just three of us!"

"How about Truth and Dare?"

"So we are 12 now?"

"Just you mentally, Theon."

Jon reached forward and clumsily (he did drink in the end!) turned the bottle. It pointed at Sansa.

"Um, truth."

"Who is your favourite sibling?"

"Theon! That's a mean question! I like all of them."

"Sure you do. Don't worry, Jon won't feel bad."

Jon muttered, "I am not her sibling" the exact moment Sansa shouted, "He is not my sibling!" They looked at each other uncomfortably for a second, but Sansa quickly smiled and said, "Robb. I love him more than anyone, save mother, father and Lady, of course!"

"Really? Your wolf is at the top of the list."

Jon wasn't that shocked, however. He understood it.

"Ghost would top my list."

She looked pleased to hear that, and earlier awkwardness forgotten, she came and sat next to him, slipping her hand around his arm and leaning against him. He placed a soft kiss on her head, and couldn't help but think her hair had a lovely floral scent to it, reminding him of summer. They played again, and Theon chose Dare, loudly proclaiming that he wasn't wimpy enough for Truths. They dared him to take off his clothes and swim in the freezing water.

"Assholes," he swore as he jumped into the water, and Jon and Sansa rolled around with laughter.

"Sansa?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you remember when we were kids, and you caught Theon swearing and you were so shocked and furious and you claimed you'd tell Catleyn?"

"Profanity is not allowed in this house. Swearing is for lowlifes. I am gonna tell mother," mimicked Theon, as he came back shivering and trying to put his pants back on. "I hated you, then! So annoying."

"Shut up, you guys! I was a kid! Ugh, thanks for reminding me of what a prude I was. And anyway, I didn't actually tell her, did I!?"

"Yeah, but only because we bribed you with lemoncakes. And you are still prissy, don't pretend otherwise. I haven't forgotten the lecture you gave me for wearing that kraken tie to the gala. Oh look, it's on you, Jon! Be a man and pick a dare, yeah."

"Yeah, that's the universal conditionality for being a man." Jon replied sarcastically before picking Truth.

"How many times have you fucked that redhead of yours?"

"Theon!" Sansa exclaimed, "that's a gross and invasive question!"

"I didn't mean you, Sansa. I meant that wild girlfriend of his. And see, you are still stuffy as hell!"

"That's not even funny."

"Yeah, I am not answering that Theon."

"Yeah, let me ask him a question!"

"Will do." Jon replied smiling.

"Do you love her?"

No, Jon wanted to say, no, he didn't love her. He must not have, otherwise wouldn't he have left with her. Instead, he just sighed, and said they had broken up last week.

"Oh honey! That's so sad, it's probably for the best though, also, you know, mother never liked her, but yeah, it's really sad. Are you doing fine!? You should totally drink more. It might help."

"That's awesome, dude! You are single. You can pick up girls with me now. With Robb, you and I working together, not a single girl in this place will be left untapped, baby! This is time for celebration! I propose more alcohol."

"Fuck you, Theon!" For what seemed like the hundredth time, Jon wondered why he was friends with Theon. But both he and Sansa were drunk, so he could forgive their less than satisfactory remarks. Seeing as they were drinking even more (Sansa on her third beer, and he knew for a fact that she didn't even like beer), he turned the bottle to divert their attention, and wondered how he would get them home in this state. He wasn't all that sober either.

"Oh, it's on me is it!? Okay, um, Dare! Because I am drunk enough, ha!" Sansa exclaimed.

"Make out with one of us," Theon said, without missing a beat. Jon wondered how long he had waited with this at the tip of his tongue. "Don't be absurd, Theon. Perhaps we should just go-"

Jon stopped suddenly, his heart beating so loudly he could almost hear it, as Sansa turned towards him with a look he had never seen on her before. She sat on his lap, and wrapped her hands around his neck. He had never been this close to her before. He was vaguely aware of Theon muttering things like, "Hell, did not see that coming!" and "Maybe she just pities you because of the break up." Jon looked at her and whispered, "Sansa, no, you are drunk." He said it so softly he wondered if she even heard him. He tried to pull away, but when she moved one of her legs and straddled him, he instead pulled her against him, and covered her mouth with his in a hungry kiss. For a second she hesitated, and he thought she might not return the kiss, but then she gave him a small smile, and continued kissing him. She tasted like clove cigarettes and wine, and he pressed her closer to himself, his hands under her sweater gripping the curve of her waist. He didn't know how long they kissed, but then Theon was telling him to stop. That she was drunk. When they pulled away, he felt it was over too soon. He wanted to do this for the rest of his life.

She didn't say anything to him, simply standing up and smoking for a while. Jon could fill the guilt trickle in and he tried not to think about it.

"I am gonna call Robb. He'll come pick us up." She finally said.

When Robb came he didn't seem pleased, and Arya had come along, too. She gave Jon an accusatory look, as soon as she reached them. "What are you doing hanging out with her!? Why didn't you call me!"

"Maybe he just likes my company, Arya. Did you ever about that!?"

"Shut up! All you ever do is ignore him. And he thinks you are a stupid airhead."

"I don't!" Jon said, quickly.

"Yes, you told me yourself. You said it when you told me you were glad I am nothing like Sansa."

Jon couldn't even look up and face Sansa. He had said that. It was when Catleyn had shouted at Arya to be more like Sansa, and he was trying to comfort her.

When he finally looked up at her, she wore a blank face.

"Well, clearly you don't think very highly of me. I am glad at least that didn't stop you from making out with me."

She walked away. Jon made a movement to go after her. To apologize, he wanted to tell her, he didn't mean it. Not really, anyway.

But Robb stopped him, and he had never seen him this angry with him before.

"She is drunk! How could you take advantage of her like that!?" he asked Jon furiously.

"It wasn't like that."

"You have a girlfriend."

"We broke up."

"So you thought of using my sister as a rebound?"

Jon had never fought with Robb. They always got along great. He didn't know what to say.

"You can find your own way back home. Arya, come, we are leaving."

"No, I am coming with Jon." She said, slipping her hand into his.

Robb looked like he would like to argue, but Sansa had already disappeared around the bend, so after giving Jon one last look of disgust he ran after her.

"Wow. I don't even know what just happened, but we better get a move on." Theon said as he started walking. Jon and Arya followed him.

"Arya, I-"

"I am sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry. You didn't lie."

"Yes, but still. I was just so angry. Sansa has everything. I can tell Robb doesn't love me like he loves her, even if he would never accept it. And everyone knows that mother wishes I were Sansa 2.0. She is the perfect daughter. But I always had you. I always thought I was your favourite sister, and so-"

"You are my favourite sister, Arya. You don't have to worry about anything." Jon said quietly, ruffling her short hair. He couldn't help thinking, remembering his conversation with Sansa, that despite all their differences, Arya and Sansa shared similar insecurities.

"Did you really make out with Sansa?"

He didn't answer.

"It's okay. I know it must have been a mistake. I am just worried I might have to protect you from now on, because Robb is definitely gonna try and kill you."

He laughed at that, but added softly, "Yeah, it was a mistake." Even if it didn't feel like one.

Notes: The next chapter will be from Sansa's POV and will explore what had turned her perfect world upside down, as well as get the plot started.
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