No Loose Ends

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything, this was written for the purpose of entertainment only.

This text is a continuation of a series, preceeded by "Liar, Liar", "The Mockinbird's Song", "Players and Pieces", "Ghost of the Past", "Wrapped Around Your Finger", "Take Care of the Ones that You Lost" and "When in Rome".

*A/N*So, if "Survivors" was an alternate ending, this is the real deal. I'm not entirely happy with the way some of the passages turned out, but whatevs. It's done. This is where it all ends, people, and I may not like how it turned out writing-wise in places, but the content is exactly how I imagine it to go down.

Hope you'll enjoy it!


Interrogation of Sansa Stark by Sgt. Patrick Mallory, 16th of June 2008

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"He took advantage of you."

"You could say that."

"He married you and sent you to a strange country and then he didn't contact you for years."

"True, but we only got married so I could get rid of my American passport, and so Alayne wouldn't show up in American records. My ex would've found us."

"Did you hate Baelish?"

"He kept me safe when I had no one, when he didn't even know me. He got me away from that place, from my ex. He paid alimony, more than enough, never a day late. He didn't meddle with how I raise my kids. He was never violent towards me, and I never even heard him raise his voice around the girls."

"You say you didn't see him a lot, after he moved to Ireland."

"Once a month or so, sometimes he was gone for half a year."

"But you were still sleeping with him?"

"Occasionally."

"Did he force you to?"

"No."

"You didn't answer my question, Miss Stark. Did you hate him?"

"I told you, he did everything I could ask for. He gave me no reason to hate him."

Liar.

"But you were happy about the seperation?"

"Doesn't mean I hated him. I just didn't love him, either."

Liar, liar, liar.

"Did he love you?"

"I don't know."

"Did he love the children?"

"He brought them gifts."

"That's not what I asked."

"I don't think he did."

Oh, he taught you so well.

"Is he the father of your youngest daughter?"

"I don't see how that's relevant."

"That a yes?"

"An I don't know. And I don't care."

He'd be proud of you.

"Can I speak to your children?"

"Like hell you will. Whatever dirt Petyr got on him was his deal, we never had anything to do with it."

"You didn't know either?"

"In America, he ran twenty brothels. I learned not to ask."