AN: Hello my dear readers! This time I bring you another based on another existing work AU fic. This fic is inspired by the characters of "Game of Thrones" and the story of the movie, "Overboard". Some of the characters will be OOC, and I also played around with some of the characters' relations (y'all will see what I mean when we get there). This hasn't been betaed, so please don't mind too much of any bad grammar or spelling. Also, this is a reupload. As always I don't own anything and please read and review!
Ch. 1 - "Overinflated"
Sansa huffed in indignation as Joffery once again headed above deck to shoot clay pigeons. "What am I supposed to do?" Sansa cried out as Joffery hurried away from his bored fiancé. "I don't care," Joffery replied smarmily as he placed his shot gun into the crook of his arm, "Maybe you should call for a carpenter to finally get your closet the way you wanted. Just don't bother me!" Sansa huffed again, but decided to ask her butler and make him go and call a local carpenter. Their boat had been anchor on the small island of Westeros for a few weeks now, as they made their pre-wedding cruise around the world. And yet every day, Joffery would go and do something with his collection of guns and crossbows while Sansa decided to stay clear away from her temperamental fiancé and sat below deck, usually knitting, sowing, or anything to keep herself occupied.
Sansa felt a slight pang of sadness at the thought of what her life had turned into. Sansa was living in a lie, a facade, because her marriage to Joffery was only that of convenience and business between their families. They didn't love each other, they didn't even like each other, and Joffery barely tolerated Sansa. Sansa was sure that if Joffery could do it, he would probably have shot her a long time ago. It was true that Sansa could have any material good that her heart desired, but still she was unhappy. Sansa was brought of her thoughts when her butler, Maester Luwin, came back in and announced that a carpenter would come in a few hours.
Sansa paced nervously as an old pickup finally drove up to the dock. The carpenter was about an hour late, and Sansa was definitely not very happy. A large man with long, stringy brown hair climbed out of his old truck, grabbed some tools, and walked up to the large yacht. Sansa couldn't help but let out a surprised gasp when the huge man came closer and she got a good look at his face. One side of his face was completely destroyed by burn scars that stretched from his scalp all the way down to his neck. The man must have heard Sansa gasp, because he sneered at her and gruffly asked, "Something wrong?" "No, no," Sansa hastily replied, "Please come aboard." The man simply grunted in response and strode onto the yacht and followed Sansa below deck towards her closet. "So, this is it," Sansa stated as she gestured towards her closet, "I would like to have this completely redone and focus on a new shelving system for my shoes. So, what do you think, Sir...," Sansa said as she fished for a name, as she realized she never asked Maester Luwin who this carpenter was. "Sandor Clegane and I am no Sir," he answered gruffly as he measured out the closet, "Shouldn't take too long, maybe about two weeks. I'll let you know my estimate when I order in the wood." Sansa nodded in agreement and just as quickly as he showed up, he left again. Sansa let out a huff of disappointment. She couldn't help but feel skittish around the large man; it looked like he could break her in half with his pinky. However, she knew she couldn't keep acting so shy around him, or she would probably be screwed over when it came to his pricing. She straightened her shoulders and silently promised herself to be less skittish the next time the carpenter came in.
After finally ordering in the necessary wood needed for those highborn, spoiled people; Sandor finally got to go home. He kicked the door open and immediately grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat with a sigh on his old, ratted couch. It had been a long day, with one job right after the other, and he was tired. He sighed gratefully as he finally relaxed and took a long drink from his beer, when suddenly the door was kicked open again and four boys came barreling into the house. "Dad, dad, dad!" they all cried out and tackled Sandor to the ground. Sandor grunted in amusement as he let the boys tackle him as he carefully placed his beer out of the way and grabbed each one of the boys and gently lifted them off of him. Each one reminded him of the pain he would always carry, not only physically with the burden of his burn scares that disfigured him, but also of the metaphorical pain that was connected to the burden of being a failure. Before he could get trapped in his painful memories, Gendry, the oldest boy, suddenly shouted out for dinner.
Sansa sighed in frustration as yet again the carpenter was late. As the old truck finally drove up to the dock, Sansa felt herself tense in anticipation as Sandor made his way towards the large yacht. "I've got some wood in the back," he said, gesturing towards his truck without even a word of polite greeting. "Okay…," Sansa replied in slight confusion at him as he brushed past her and onto the yacht, but she just huffed in frustration and called out for her butler to help take the wood on board.
Day after day Sandor would show up slightly late and gruffly make his way on board and noisily worked on Sansa's closet. Sansa would nervously sit in her room as she stitched and watched Sandor work, making sure he didn't damage anything or take anything when he left for the day. Finally the day came when Sandor was finally done with Sansa's closet. Sandor called her into the closet to finally show off his work. The closet was fully refurbished with cedar wood and lots of shelves that could be turned around for extra storage. Sansa sighed and shook her head in frustration. "That's not exactly what I wanted." "What are you talking about?" Sandor roughly asked.
"The wood," Sansa pointed out.
"What about it?" Sandor questioned.
"It's wrong, I wanted pine."
"Pine?! What in the Seven Hells are you talking about girl?!"
"I asked for pine, you incompetent fool!" Sansa cried out, as she finally lost her patience.
"Yeah well, its cedar now, girl. Get used to it. Either that or you'll have to pay me double just to fix it!"
"Double! I'm not going to pay you at all! Now you will fix this and you will fix it for free, for compensation!"
"The hell I will!" Sandor shouted out.
"Sansa! What the hell is going on down here," Joffery shouted out as he walked down into the small room, with his shotgun tucked into the crook of his arm.
"Joffery!" Sansa cried out in alarm, "I… I was…. I was just about to escort this man off the yacht, since his job is done."
Sandor raised his eyebrow as he noticed that the fiery redhead that was just passionately arguing with him became a docile little bird, chirping out whatever she thought this little runt wanted to hear. "Well, hurry up about it!" Joffery stated as he turned around to go back on the deck, "and please, do be quieter. I do hate being interrupted while I'm shooting. There's no telling what may happen if I miss," he said ominously. Sansa tensed slightly but silently led Sandor upstairs. As soon as she led him above deck and away from Joffery, Sandor stopped and roughly spun her around. "Listen girl, I just want to get paid and I'll be out of your way."
"I will not be paying you!" Sansa snapped in a fierce whisper.
"You will pay me, girl!" he gruffly shouted out as he backed her up against the side of the boat. Sansa looked around nervously as his large form dwarfed hers and she realized she had nowhere to go. Sandor lunged to grab at her again, but Sansa quickly moved out of the way. Sandor suddenly lost his balance and fell overboard into the cold water by the docks. Sansa had to stifle a laugh as Sandor sputtered out sea water. "I'll get you for this!" He yelled out in frustration. "I'd like to see you try," Sansa laughed out and feeling extra naughty, she quickly ran below deck, grabbed Sandor's forgotten tool belt, and quickly threw it overboard; all the while as Sandor yelled out in frustration. Sansa simply smiled and brushed her hands in slight victory and headed back down below deck.