Author's Note: I'm a bit of a History buff and one day I found myself inspired to write a WWII AU. This is currently a one-shot, but I'm thinking I may add a little more (a bit of an epilogue I suppose.) I know I'm kind of new to this stuff and it's probably not very good, but I hope you guys like it. Reviews would be greatly appreciated. :)

April 15th, 1944

Sansa walked through the empty white halls, humming softly to herself as she went. The winter was finally fading and the day was bright and warm, the shining sun melted the remaining snow and the birds chirped wildly as they flew through the clear sky. She noticed the room at the end of the hall was giving off no light, although the door was wide open.

"Margaery!" She called to the tall brunette who had just passed her.

"Hmm?" She hummed, turning to Sansa with a stunning smile.

"Didn't you open the curtains for all the patients?"

"I did. For all but Clegane. You know what he's like, Sansa. Nearly snapped my head off, the hard boiled old twit! I tell you Sansa, sometimes I just want to pop him in his big ugly-"

"MARGAERY!" Sansa cried, Horrified at her friend's rudeness.

"Sansa, love, are you getting the hots for him? Won't he love that!" Margaery laughed, watching Sansa's face turn redder and redder.

"Oh stop this." She huffed, turning to go and deal with Clegane.

"I hope nothing happens with you two alone in there, he really IS stuck on you, the poor old boy." Margaery teased.

Sansa refused to stop or turn back to her, knowing from past experience that the only way to escape this teasing was to walk away. Margaery and the other nurses did so every time Clegane's name came up.

The ladies had been shocked when he was brought in a month before, not only by his condition but by the fact that he was a Hun. Never before had a German been brought to them and at first the soldiers gave no explanation, not that they had much time to think it over as they rushed around in a mad dash to save the man's life.

It was a few days later that Margaery's brother Loras (whom all the women fawned over) popped in to visit her and informed them of the circumstances that brought the man to them.

Clegane was a man of the SS by will of the Lannisters. Tywin was a very high ranking Nazi and his grandson, Joffrey, was given a high rank within the Waffen SS thanks to money and his father's immense power and influence. The boy's mother insisted that his "Dog", as Loras said he was called by the family, be at his side at all times. Twyin conceded and gave him a spot close to Joffrey.

The exact events surrounding the incident that brought him to the hospital were sketchy, but it seemed that Clegane was tired of the Lannisters and the Nazi's and wanted out. He left during the night, his disappearance unnoticed for a time as Dresden was brutally bombed by allied forces, but when the Lannister's discovered he was gone they sent the biggest and most brutal of their men after him.

Just as Clegane neared the Allied camp he was intercepted by three of those men. Being as large and skilled as he was, Clegane stood his ground well against them, taking down two of the men rather quickly. But the third was a monstrous man, one of the few to be found who were bigger than Clegane himself, and that one he could not beat.

A fire was burning in the field and after beating him to near unconsciousness the brute dragged Clegane to it, shoving his face into the fire and laughing as he watched the man's skin melt. It was at this time that they were spotted and the British soldiers shot him down.

When they found Clegane he was whimpering pathetically, his face a gruesome sight to behold but he was alive.

Sansa sighed as she thought of the horrible pain he experienced not only in that moment, but every day since. Other than the pain killers there was truly little they could do. And even that was a problem as they were running dangerously low on supplies.

It was true what Margaery said about Clegane being different with Sansa. She theorized that it may be because she was there when he first awoke. She was changing his bandages at the time and for a moment had her back to him, but was startled by a sudden choked sound behind her.

He had looked up at her with tears in his eyes and wetness on his face and reached out, almost delicately, to take one of her soft red ringlets in his hand. He believed that she was an angel, come to take him from this earth and begged her to end his suffering. Sansa found herself breaking into tears as she looked upon the man's face, this man who she knew to be tough and brutal but who in this moment was reduced to a level of painful fragility. Reaching out to cup his good cheek in her hand she sang a hymn to him in German in a desperate attempt to calm him and felt a wave of relief when her voice sent him to sleep.

"Lot of commotion today."

Sansa jumped in surprise at the voice behind her and turned to find Clegane standing at the side of his bed.

"Leuitenant Clegane! You startled me."

"Scared of the burned man, girl?" He growled

"You shouldn't be out of bed." Sansa ignored his comment, feeling too tired to have this conversation yet again.

"And I'm -not- a leuitentant." Clegane grunted, but allowed her to help him into bed.

"Do you get your jolly's from arguing with me, sir?"

His face twisted into a grin and he fought a wince at the pain of it.

"Might be I do, girl."

Sansa sighed and set down the tray she held. She didn't need to tell him that she was about to change his gauze, he was well aware of what was to happen, as had become their established routine. None of the other girls had it in them to do it, and after the night he awoke, Sansa found that she didn't really mind. She was becoming somehow comfortable with him.

"How does it look?" He rasped as she pulled back the last layer.

Sansa idly wondered if his voice had always been like this, so deep and rough and rasping, or if the fire had damaged his vocal cords.

"It looks...well."

"Well?" He barked a laugh. "Speak the truth, girl. It is disgusting."

Sansa took a step back and stared at him for a long moment.

"No, It's not so bad." She stated finally.

His face changed suddenly and he watched her intently as she gather her things up, with every moment that passed Sansa felt the heaviness on her chest grow and her face turn a deeper red. The air between them had changed suddenly to something that she could not describe and she felt as if she could not breathe.

"I...I will see you tomorrow Mister Clegane." She said quickly, feeling his eyes on her back as she left.

Author's Note: I just wanted to mention that the title of the German Hymn that Sansa sings translates to "Now Rest Beneath Night's Shadow"

**Edit** As some of you may notice, I have changed the formatting of the story. What was once a one-shot has become much more (I can't seem to stop writing and adding more to this) so I'll be posting it as a series of vignettes. I've cut the original story into chapters accordingly. As of now (March 24th) I hope to have new chapters up in the next couple of days. (I have written them slightly out of order and am trying to fill in the blanks.)