Chapter 2: Reunion


It took a couple of days before Sansa could leave her room, she felt such shame. How could she force Jon to do those things to her. He must hate her, surely. How could he not? She buried her face in her pillow and screamed hitting it. Surely he would send her away now. How could she stay? Why not Lord Baelish, a man who truly wanted her… sure she wasn't as attracted to him as… Jon?

Not as attractive as… Jon. Am I really attracted to Jon? What is wrong with me? Get yourself together Sansa Stark. You are the daughter of Ned and Catelyn Stark, you are not this silly little girl who hides in her room. I've faced being the fiancée of Joffrey, the wife of a Lannister, the bride and toy of Ramsay Bolton. Surely I CAN face this head on. But the way he touched me… I want to feel it again so badly.

Sansa decided she had avoided Jon long enough. She quickly got dressed and decided to go down to breakfast with the others. Maybe if she pretended like it didn't happen, it would be like it never happened. The door opened and the moment she saw Jon look up from his food she froze in terror, about to turn and run the other way when she heard a familiar voice.

"Sansa!" Peytr said with enthusiasm, "you look radiant as ever…"

"Thank you, Lord Baelish," Sansa said looking over to Jon who choked on his food. Her eyes filling with concern, "my King…"

"I'm fine," Jon coughed waving her on. Had Little Fingers comment bothered Jon? She walked at the end of the table, her eyes secretly on Jon who had looked up to watch her. She took a seat across from Lord Baelish, far enough she didn't have to be too close to her brother.

"You are more a vision than ever," Peytr smiled wickedly across the table, playing with her. Jon choked again making everyone look at him, "milord?"

"I'm fine, damn it!" Jon snapped frustrated with himself. He looked up to catch Sansa looking at him, her mouth slightly agape, confusion in her eyes, her cheeks pink with flush. He found himself surprised by the thoughts that popped in his head of the things he wanted to do to her mouth. Jon muttered, "good gods…"

"Scuse me milord?" Baelish was having a hard time figuring out what Jon had muttered.

"Nothing! What are you here for again," Jon snapped stabbing at his food once more. Damn it Jon get your shit together you dumb fuck, stop looking at her! He kept thinking as his eyes would dart up to look at Sansa. Flashes of her naked body kept plaguing him.

"I bring news," Baelish seemed to not notice Jon and Sansa's awkwardness, if he did he pretended pretty well that he hadn't.

"Of?"

"I figure it best to talk about in private later," Baelish smiled his usual masterful smile, "war talk is best left away from the dinner table. Sansa, dear, would you mind accompanying me on a stroll before lunch?"

"Sure," Sansa said looking over to Jon who seemed to be stabbing at his food again, "that would be my pleasure…"

"Pleasure?" Jon asked looking up, Sansa blushed again looking up really quickly.

"Yes milord…"

"Sansa will be busy about that time," Jon said looking between the two.

"May I ask busy with what?" Peytr started noticing the strange behavior of Jon. Sansa looked between the men realizing that Jon was losing his cool more than she was, and she needed to intervene fast.

"Archery, I fear I've missed a few lessons, Jon here wants to make sure I can protect myself in the event of war," Sansa was quick and smooth, Jon found himself grateful to her for her quickness.

"Actually, I was going to show you the art of the blade today," Jon said pushing his plate aside, "archery is only so good if your far enough back."

"If your grace wouldn't mind, perhaps I could be her teacher today," Peytr chimed in happily.

"I do mind, I'll teach her myself so I know the job is done," Jon said sipping aggressively at his morning tea, he knew Petyr was a threat… now he feared him in another way. A possible suitor for Sansa… could he possibly take her away?

"That's very kind of you to offer Lord Baelish, perhaps a great celebration in your honor tonight, you will be the guest of honor," Sansa smiled at him sweetly. Jon didn't like this. But he knew he was already drawing too much attention. Jon got up to leave, and so Sansa quickly dismissed herself. When Jon was far enough away she quickly followed him. It wasn't long before she found him exactly where she thought she might, in the training yard swinging at a wooden dummy. He was angrier and more aggressive than usual.

"Jon Snow, what were you thinking?" Sansa snapped at him, shoving his arm. No one was around, so she knew it was safe to treat him like her brother and not her King.

"What were you thinking?" Jon said angrily.

"What do you mean?"

"Flirting with that fancy prick like that!" Jon snapped at her.

"Flirting?" Sansa was taken back by his accusation.

"Aye, flirting," he spat venomously.

"Why do you care?" Sansa asked confused.

"I don't know," he said dropping his sword, his hands on his hips as he paced, "why did you have to come into my room…"

"About that, I'm sorry Jon, if you want to send me away I'd understand," Sansa said shaking, the memory coming back to her.

"I don't want you to go," he said looking away from her, his head towards the sky, "its all fucked up now…"

"It doesn't have to be Jon, we can go back to the way things were before," Sansa said grabbed his arm. She turned him to face her. Before she could say anything else she was surprised by his lips on hers. Jon quickly moved back. He no longer saw his sister in front of him, he now saw something else… and this scared him.

"I'm sorry," he whispered backing away from her.

"What was that for?" Sansa asked, her hands going to her lips.

"I don't know, everything is screwed now. It's so confusing," he said softly one of his hands covering his face as if trying to shield himself from his thoughts, "I don't want to forget. I want to but I don't think I could. There is something dark inside of me now… something that craves more."

"Jon, what have I done, I'm so sorry," Sansa panicked. How could she fix this?

"I can't get you out of my brain," Jon couldn't look at her, "it's live you've put some sort of curse or spell on me..."

"If it's any consolation, I can't get it out of my head either. I think about it all the time," Sansa's chest rose heavily with deep breaths, he couldn't help but watch her heaving breast.

"It's not," he sighed, trying to look away again.

"Somethings broken, inside of me… I'm sorry I brought you down with me. Ramsay broke me… and it's my darkness that needed your light," Sansa tried to hold the tears back. Jon was now looking at her, feeling awful for the pain she felt.

"I'm sorry for what he did to you," Jon said taking a step towards her.

"Every hallway, every room, there's not one place here that he didn't rip me apart inside and out. Sometimes my nightmares come in the night and they take me back there, sometimes they come when I'm awake and they take my breath away. But you… you're the only place I feel safe," Sansa was sobbing now, holding herself. Jon's anger melted away as he saw her falling apart in front of him, "it's my twistedness that sucked you into doing something you didn't want to…"

"Sansa," he said taking her into his arms. He could feel her body shake against his, "you didn't make me do anything I didn't want to do… we are both broken. That's why this is so confusing. I know what's right, but I want what's wrong…"

"Jon," she sobbed into his chest, "I want it to…"

"But it can't be," he said caressing her head, "I'll lose the North. We would lose everything. It isn't right."

"I know," she sobbed.

"I'd give up my life for you," Jon said tilting her head up to look in her eyes, "my heart is yours. But I can't give you anything else, for it would destroy you."

"I know," she shook her head. His lips landed on hers gently, she welcomed his lips with her own.

"That's the last time that can happen," he said resting his forehead against her, "it's too dangerous to go any further."

"I understand," Sansa tried to hold the tears back, "it's the last time."

"Let's try to put this past us," he swallowed heavily, looking down into her blue eyes. She was so beautiful, it was almost haunting and painful. She nodded yes, afraid her voice would break.

"I have some things I need to finish up before this afternoon," Sansa said stepping back and looking at the ground. She needed to be away from him, she needed to be alone to collapse so she could move past this. Jon just nodded as she took her leave.


Sansa spent the day attending to some chores, as she prepared for a few things. She was sure that she could get over Jon, that it was just a small infatuation with him for not only saving her from Ramsay but returning her home. He was her hero, and she figured that must be why she developed such odd feelings for her brother. News arrived of a strange visitor who had been requesting the presence of Sansa Stark. Sansa walked in the great hall surprised to see Loras Tyrell of Highgarden.

"Loras?" Sansa said, her face going even paler as if she had seen a ghost. Jon had walked in to see the strange visitor his servant told him of, and then looked at Sansa whose face who looked stunned. Jon took a couple steps but felt like he had been shot back when he saw Sansa run into the arms of another man.

"Sansa," Loras said holding her tight, flinching in pain.

"How is this possible? Rumors said you were in the Keep when Cersei lit it with wildfire," Sansa pulled away to look at him. He had a huge scar on the side of his face that peaked out beneath is blonde curls.

"My sister knew Cersei was plotting something, she somehow managed to get me hidden in the right spot and shielded, she sacrificed her life for mine. Only a few of us were buried under the rubble for days, starving, injured, and several died there my father being one of them. I've thought of you a lot since then, your no longer the only one whose been destroyed by Cersei. I heard about your marriage to the Bolton Bastard, I am truly sorry," Loras said touching her face gently after telling her he was sorry.

"Who's this?" Jon asked finally able to speak loud enough to intervene.

"This is Sir Loras of Highgarden," Sansa smiled at her brother for the first time in a long while, Jon was confused by the smile on her lips, was he once a potential lover? "I was betrothed to him before being married to Tyrion instead…"

"What's he doing here?" Jon asked standing tall, trying to show his authority.

"I assume this is your brother, the King in the North?" Loras asked smiling at Sansa.

"Yes, this would be him," Sansa smiled back at him, "I'm so relieved to hear you lived. Who all knows of it?"

"Only my grandmother, I wanted some time away to recover. I fear I may not be the knight I once was before. In the fall of the keep I was greatly injured. I bare many injuries under my armor here," Loras said taking Sansa's hand in his.

"What are you doing here though?" Jon grew more and more curious.

"I've come to ask the Lady Sansa Stark once more for her hand," Loras asked looking at Jon before looking back to Sansa. Sansa's face turned to one of confusion.

"But… I thought you like… you know, men," Sansa whispered into his ear so no one else could hear, this made Jon angry and uncomfortable. Partly because he couldn't hear what she said, and mostly cause her mouth was next to his neck.

"I know, but the thing is, I am what people would call… bi? I like both genders, I just happened to be exploring more back when we met," Loras said softly into her ear, "I find women very much attractive as well…"

"Oh," Sansa blushed moving away from him. Jon watched her cheeks flush red and this irritated him, so he walked closer.

"Sansa will not be marrying anyone," Jon said now beside them. Sansa looked at him with confusion, "you never have to wed anyone you don't want to again."

"I have much to offer for her hand," Loras said kissing her hand making her blush again, but this time she looked to Jon with concern, "all of highgarden at your side. I could broker a peace treaty between you and the dragon queen. You can keep the North as long as she gets the South. You will have access to our armories and money, and we are as well off as the Lannister's."

"I can't deny this wouldn't make a fair fight between the south and the North, but I stand beside saying she doesn't have to marry, she is her own free woman."

"Jon," Sansa said slightly touched that he wasn't going to use her to his advantage.

"I promised I'd always protect you," Jon said looking down at her with dark eyes, his dark curls cradling his face. At that moment she wanted to wrap her arms around his neck and take his lips to hers. But they made a promise, they would let that go… she would let him go.

"I will think on it, Loras," Sansa smiled.

"I hope you will, as I will win your heart milady," he said kissing her hand and then kissing her cheek. Jon had to hold himself together to not jump out of his skin and skin the handsome knight where he stood. Jon's eyes brewed with a raging storm inside of them… it was hard for him to control. This blonde haired blue eyed boy was stepping in on what Jon felt was his territory. But what could he do? He knew he himself had to marry at some point for political reasons, marrying his sister was out of the question unless they wanted to lose the support of the North.

"Sansa, we have to get to practice. Davoos can you please have a servant show Loras to his room? One far far to the north corridor please," Jon tried to fake a smile.

"Until later," Loras kissed Sansa's hand, all of her childish feelings returning. She had once been excited at the idea of marrying him, not knowing his choice in boys. But it changed things knowing he also was still interested in girls. Maybe it's what she needed to move on from Jon, to get her wicked thoughts pushed away.

"Yes, later," she smiled before Jon quickly took her hand from his and led her out to the training yard. Sansa was confused by his silence, he said very few words, but his eyes were full of anger. He showed her a few quick easy moves should she ever need to defend herself. She couldn't help but get the chills when he would touch her.

"You need to hold firmly, but your wrist should be a little relaxed and not too stiff," Jon was behind her his hands over hers. She couldn't help but look behind her so her eyes were on his face, his eyes drifted down to hers. Her breath grew heavy as he looked in her eyes, not moving, not saying a word. The floor seemed to fall from beneath them, leaving them in the air sailing away.

"Jon…" Sansa said finally breaking the silence, he didn't respond, he released one of his hands so that he could gently stroke her jaw. He wanted so badly to kiss her, it pulsed deeply through him. There was a strange cosmic connection between, a strange pull, something that drew them together.

"Sansa," he breathed dropping his hand and removing his other hand from her waist as he backed away, "I think that's enough for today…"

"If that's what you think, milord," Sansa said trying to hold back the strange feeling of rejection, "I should probably go see to Sir Loras anyways…"

"No," Jon snapped turning away from her, "its best he leaves tomorrow. We can't afford the distraction or anymore players in this game."

"Your wrong, Jon, we need as many hands to help as we can get. He is a skilled swordsman, dare I say as good as you. We could use the help," Sansa said looking at him with frustration. He was acting like a spoiled brat.

"You just want to marry that… that pretty boy," Jon paced wondering why he was acting like this. He never let his feelings get in the way of what was right before.

"What does that have to do with anything? I don't want to, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't," Sansa grabbed his arm and turned him around.

"We could use the Tyrell army to get rid of Cersei so we can finally end the threat beyond the wall," Sansa said looking deep into his eyes, "what else is there for me anyways?"

"There's…" he wanted to say himself, but he knew he couldn't give her any kind of false hope. She should marry the one who wasn't her brother, "I don't know… you just moved on so quick."

"What does that mean Jon?"

"I just want to see you smile. I want to see you laugh. If that's with him, I won't be in your way," Jon said smiling, "you should get ready for the feast."

"As you wish," Sansa stepped backwards staring at him for a moment before turning away disappointed. She wished she had never gone to his room that night, she wished she had kept her devious thoughts to herself, she wished she hadn't been taken by the wine. She knew she could never feel for anyone like she did for Jon.


Authors note:

Alrighty everyone I hope this chapter delivered. I know many are thinking why Loras… but I was a huge Loras and Sansa fangirl. I wish he and Margaery had survived, but for this story I want atleast him to survive. I didn't want to create a whole new love interest for Sansa, I felt it would be better being someone she once actually had some feelings for. He is the total opposite of our strong dark Jon, Loras is light and whimsical almost… but both are great warriors so it's got a good light vs dark feeling.