Chapter One: Kissed by Fire

"I´m sorry Sansa" he said and left her alone with Ghost.

Since he brought her back to Winterfell….he wasn´t himself anymore. He was distant. Sure they were never close before he went to the wall, but still…she thought he would be happy to see her again.

But he changed.

Weren´t they all? She thought. This was their home, but it doesn´t felt like it anymore. She stroked Ghost and looked at him. He was watching her, not just looking at her, no it was like…he could see through her. You understand me, do you? She thought.

No answer. Of course not. Animals can´t speak, but they sure understood people.

"You will always be loyal to him Ghost, you will protect him" You must. He´s the only family left.

"I miss Lady so much. You would have liked her." she said with a sad smile and went straight to the window. The view was beautiful. This is home, this is the north. But she felt so alone. I was no one as Alayne. Just a bastard like him, but I had a role. Now that she was Sansa Stark again, she felt empty.

All the feelings she displaced, came back. There must always be a Stark at Winterfell her father said once. She and Jon, were the only ones left. She missed watching Robb and Jon together. Playing with their swords, while Bran and Rickon were watching them. She missed her parents. The proud smiles they had, while they watched their children…she would never see it again. Dead is dead.

The old nan once told her and Arya a tale about an orphan who was poor and possessed everything she had, on her body. She had a beautiful white dress, it was the only thing left of her mother. She loved it. When she was sad and missed her parents, she just wore it. With that she never felt alone. She could smell the odor of her mother. And sometimes she felt warmer with it. Although it was winter and she froze to death, it wasn´t cold anymore. She was safe. The death could never reach her. She tricked the death.

"Could I trick the death Ghost?" she asked without turning around.

But someday she met a poor child who didn´t had any clothing on her, she would not survive the night. She could see it in her face. There was no color left. Please help me the child said. It´s so cold, I feel so empty. The girl couldn´t let her die.

So she took off the only thing left of her mother and gave it to the child. Go and live she said to her and headed away. But you will die the child shouted after her. You can´t trick the death child, she said and left her.

"No you can´t. You can try…but at the end it will take you" she answered.

They would never come back.

"Sansa…" said Jon behind her and touched her shoulders.

"Since when were you here Jon?"

"Long enough to hear the tale" he said with sorrow in his voice.

"It´s just a tale Jon. Nothing more."

"Nothing is nothing."

"Why are you avoiding me? Did I do something wrong? Is it because how I treated you when we were children?" she said anxious.

"You did nothing wrong Sansa, and I´m not angry about it. We were just children."

"But you still didn´t answer my question. Why are you avoiding me? Am I bothering you? Am I a burden?"

"Ohh Sansa, how can you say such things" he replied with a smile and came in front of her. He looked for a very long time deep in her eyes, before he answered again.

"Don´t worry much Sansa! Did I not came to save you from Baelish? You´re my sister…you could never be a burden to me. It´s my fault. I should have taking better care of you."

"How Jon? You were on the wall. This is not your fault! I´m just glad that you´re here. I thought I would never see you again" she said with tears in her eyes and hugged him. He just stroked her hair and hugged her back with his other arm.

She never told him what happened in Kingslanding and with…. Petry. He wanted to ask her, but he didn´t want to press her. If she wanted to talk, she would come to him, he was sure of it. But right know he was just happy to see a Stark face again. Especially hers. He could hear her heartbeat, it was bumping really fast.

Her hands were shaking. So he took her right hand and stroked it soft. He wanted to comfort her, and he didn´t know how. When they were children, they never really interacted together. But when he saw her again, when he saved her from him something changed between them. He never really realized how beautiful she was. The long red hair and the beautiful sad smile…he couldn´t stop thinking about it. Especially at night when he couldn´t sleep. He played with a red strand.

"I like it when you play with my hair" she said behind his ear.

"It´s beautiful. Do you know what they say about a woman with hair like yours?"

"No, what do they say?" she asked curious.

He took her face in one hand and looked at her. The other still wrapped in her hair.

"Kissed by fire. The wildlings considering it as good luck."

"Maybe they´re right."

"How come?" he replied.

"Since fathers death…luck and hope was the last thing that went to my life. But..

"But what Sansa?"

"But when I saw you again, how you stretched out your hands…I felt for the first time a spark of hope. So maybe they´re right" she smiled at him. How he loved to see it, especially after all the things that happened to her.

"I´m kissed by fire Jon" she said with a playful tone in her voice.

"Indeed."

This is the first time I wrote something for Got/Asoiaf! Jon and Sansa are my fav pairing, so I thought I would write something. I don´t know if I should continue it or not! Let me know if it´s ok..and I´m all here for constructive criticism :))