Title: Nobody's Fool
Rating: M for Language and Later Chapters
Disclaimers: Would i be writing fics if i owned the real life Martin?!
Comments: This is my first story to reviews would be appreciated eso Constructive Criticism.

The hallway was dark as she crept out of her nursery, mere blushes of orange being drawn by the glow of the city that never slept filtering through the windows. The shadows aligned where the light had not been strong enough to reach, casting ominous corners where monsters could potentially lurk. It was in these spaces her eyes would dart to every so often, the dark pools of blue forcing through white to glance from side to side before returning to focus once again on finding her way to the sanctuary of her parents bedroom. Her blonde curls bounced, as she tiptoed, none too lightly, trying to avoid the rogue floorboards she knew, even at this young age would give her away too early.

The tiny, childlike hand, barely covering the doorknob, turned it cautiously and pushed it open just enough for her to be able to slip through the gap, and remain nervously for a few seconds, hearing the soft lull of breathing coming from just before her. Shifting from foot to foot, she debated her next move, unable to gage the reaction she would get when her parents realised she wanted to spend another night with them instead of in 'her new even bigger girl bed,' which she had so begged for in previous weeks.

They couldn't blame her, moving to a new city had been tough, especially for a four year old. Hell, it had been hard for them, they couldn't imagine how she was interpreting all the changes going on around her.

She knew her mother would be on the left, so she inched forward, her feet shuffling on the floor, hands tugging at her tiny white cotton nightdress she wore anxiously. She wasn't afraid of the monsters in the hallway anymore, knowing she was near enough to wake them up if they jumped out on her.

'Mommy,' she whispered, barely audible above the silence engulfing the sleeping household. Her mother shifted, a few strands of hair cascading over her face as she moaned softly and tried to snuggle her head further into the pillow. 'Mommy,' she tried again, reaching forward to poke the hand draped over the side of the bed. A flicker of acknowledgement washed over the face, as she rolled onto her back and forced her eyes open, upon registering her daughter's presence. Yawning and sitting up slightly to lean over the side of the bed, she blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting to the dark.

'Cadi?' She croaked in a sleep-induced voice. 'You have another nightmare?'

Cadi nodded her head violently, and looked up at Sam with pleading eyes. 'I wanna sleep with you and Daddy.' She bit her bottom lip, as the familiar feeling of tears threatening to fall overcame her. 'Please?' She added, a little more desperately this time.

Sam exhaled softly, and brushed the hair out of her eyes, knowing that although she wouldn't be able to say no, she really shouldn't be giving into her demands and instead taking her back to her bedroom and showing her that there were no monsters. She motioned Cadi up with her head, and reached over to help her up, mentally cursing herself for being too lazy to get out of bed and do the right thing. Sam moved closer to the edge of the bed allowing Cadi to squeeze into the middle and fidget her way into a comfortable position before allowing herself to wrap an arm around her young daughter and rub her back soothingly, willing her to go back to sleep as quickly as she herself knew she would.

'Sam,' a voice came through the darkness from the other side of the bed.

'Yeah?' she questioned, already knowing what was coming.

'Take her back to bed babe, she should be getting used to a new house by now.'

Sam sighed, 'James, it's 2am, I'm tired and I start a new job tomorrow. She's already gone back to sleep, just leave her.' She punctuated the last three words, knowing that in his irritation he would probably take it upon himself to put her back to bed. She let her eyes drift shut, feeling his hand clasp hers as it drifted up her daughters back, and lips press against it softly in silent apology.

'Tomorrow will be fine,' he added, sensing her apprehension. 'You'll do great.'