Chapter 2: The wound that refuses to heal.

"Hey, look at me," she squeezed his hands to help draw his attention. Sandor slowly began to focus his eyes back onto her, and she noticed that they had started to soften. "I guess it's my turn to tell you a story or two." The smirk she gave couldn't hide the pain in her eyes at the thought of what was yet to be said.

Sandor only waited somewhat patiently for the woman before him to begin her tale. He remembered much of last night since he could hold his liquor better than most men. The man had still gotten piss drunk, but he could remember the way her body felt under him, how her hair created a halo around her head after being tossed onto the bed. When he kissed her lips, he felt nothing but petals that opened up for him and a tongue that was, more skilled than he had originally thought. Sandor also remembered kissing down her slightly plump form and coming across that line of raised flesh on her lower abdomen. It raised all sorts of questions in his lust filled mind, but he had quickly forgotten them after she began to beg him to continue his quest for her satisfaction.

He plummeted from his lustful thoughts as she began her story of pain and suffering. "When I was eighteen I married my high school sweetheart. A year later I found out that I was pregnant, my husband was thrilled and I was both happy and petrified by the news. I didn't know my mother while growing up; I was a bastard and an orphan, so I did not know how to even be a parent." Her words filled him with an emotion that he had felt in a long time, pity. "When it was finally time for the baby to arrive my husband had rushed us to the hospital. The Maester in charge told me to begin pushing when the time was right, but something went wrong." The mist began to fill her icy eyes, and he could feel the pain and sorrow that oozed from her like blood from a wound. "The baby was breached, and I was ordered to have an emergency C-section. When they finally pulled my son out of me, the umbilical cord had been wrapped around his neck like a noose. He never cried, his heart wasn't beating. They couldn't revive him." Tears began to spill, and she shook slightly. "A few months after my son's burial I noticed that my husband was acting…differently. He started blaming me for the death of our child and began to take his frustrations and anger out on me. One night while I slept in our bed he pulled out a knife and tried to kill me." Jane turned her right hand so that her palm faced the ceiling, there on her pale skin was an ugly jagged mark. It was white as parchment and raised high on her delicate flesh. How had he not manage to see it before now? "He almost killed me that night" She continued. "I somehow managed to grab my phone and lock myself in our bathroom. I called the cops and nearly passed out from the blood loss."

Sandor's blood boiled at that but it was soothed a little as he stared at her in wonder. "Where is he now?"

Jane ebbed her tears long enough to answer him. She told Sandor that her now ex-husband was locked away in prison for attempted murder and was never going to see the light of day as a free man ever again. With a sniffle and a shattered laugh, Jane began to calm a little. "Seven hells, we barely know each other and yet here we are spilling our darkest secrets to one another." The sad smile on her beautiful face spoke volumes to Sandor. Jane was right. They had just met last night, and here he was telling her every story on every blemish his body has suffered and she in return did the same. Things were getting too real for these strangers, and yet Sandor found himself enjoying the feeling of speaking the pains of the past, though he would never admit it to anyone.

Just then Sandor's phone began to ring from the bedroom. Grumbling to himself he stood to retrieve the blasted thing. It continued its tune as he entered the room and located his discarded jeans. Flipping the damned thing open he barked out a "what the hell do you want; I'm on vacation."

The voice on the other line trembled slightly but managed, "I'm sorry Ser-"

"Don't call me Ser," Sandor growled

"Alright Hound, the Queen is demanding that you come back. Today. There has been a threat on the Prince's life."

With a heavy sigh and a grunt, Sandor agreed to go and said he'd be at the Royal Palace in a few hours. He hung up the phone and swore, it was his first vacation he had in ages, and now it was ruined because the little shit managed to get himself caught in some crossfire. Jane was standing in the doorway of the bedroom when the dark-haired man turned around. Putting one foot after the other into his jeans, he began to dress in his now wrinkled clothes.

"I have to go. The little cunt has managed to get himself into trouble."

"Oh. Well, do you need a ride? My car is parked just outside in the parking garage."

Sandor thought about the offer, if she could give him a ride to the bar they were at last night, then he could get his motorcycle back.

"My bike is at the bar."

"That's about a mile away. Let me get dressed, and then I'll take you."

With a nod, Sandor left the room to give the girl some privacy. He could have stayed and watched her dress, but he doubted she'd like that. After a few short minutes, Jane emerged dressed in a simple dark green V-necked shirt and dark blue skinny jeans that hugged her rear in ways that left Sandor wanting to rip them off with his teeth. He would emit that he desired the woman before him, but he would restrain himself due to the simple fact that the only reason he got a taste of her last night was due to drunkenness, he very much doubted that she'd want him while sober. Jane walked over to her front door and pulled her purse and keys off of the wall where she hung them.

The two left the apartment in silence after the blonde-locked the door behind them and ventured down various halls to reach the parking garage of the building. The curvy woman's car was an old thing but still reliable and in decent condition. It had a few dings here and there but nothing to indicate that she had ever been in any terrible situations. It was painted in a faded bronze tone with chipped paint, only adding to its hinted age.

Only after gracefully plopping into the driver's seat did she start the vehicle and unlock the passenger side. With a pointed look at him, her eyes seemed to scold him to put his seatbelt on, to which he conceded with an amused smirk.

The silence continued to fill the air between these two awkward one-time lovers as they drove back to the place that started it all. They both thought of ways to end the silence, but both thought it best to let the other begin that first step. It wasn't until they had reached the parking lot of "The Broken Anvil" Inn and Tavern. Funny thing about this place was that just a few months ago there never was a tavern within its run down walls. After a fire that had started that nearly destroyed the entire establishment down, the owners decided to update everything thanks to the money they got from the insurance company. Last night had been the grand opening and the first hundred customers to come received three rounds of free drinks and the rest would be half priced. Jane had been customer ninety-eight, as she arrived thirty minutes after the grand opening, whereas Sandor had been the thirteenth. He was never one to turn down free booze and was more than happy, as happy as he would allow himself to be, to show up an hour before the opening to secure a spot in line. That is how they ended up getting pissed together and ending up in her bed after a night of drunken passion.

"I guess this is where we part ways." Jane was looking for an excuse to make him stay but found that she couldn't come up with any that would work. Sandor was reluctant to step out of the car and leave her because she had been the first woman to look at him with any amount of acceptance and he'd be damned to let her slip through his fingers.

"Can I have your number? I'd like to get to know you, Jane Waters." Her name felt sweet on his tongue, and he liked it.

With a blush, she reached into the armrest that sat between the two car seats and procured a black pen. Taking her hand into his, she began to scribble her cellphone number onto his calloused hands. "Don't be a stranger, call whenever. If I don't answer just leave a message and I'll call you back." She looked up with those piercing blue eyes and a shy smile that said that she was happy he asked. The blush never left her face, and he couldn't help himself any longer.

Sandor began to lean into her and stopped when he was a mere inch from her slightly rounded face. He was waiting to see if she would meet him the rest of the way, to see if she wanted him the way he wanted her and by the seven heavens did she answer him. Her kiss was gentle but demanding, and Sandor couldn't help but groan when he felt her sweet lips part, and her tongue lightly probed for entrance to which he gladly allowed. Their kiss was passionate and short-lived as he quickly pulled away. Both hearts were beating like a hummingbirds wings, pupils were blown with desire and bellies heated with want but Sandor had somewhere to be, and he couldn't keep his employers waiting.

"I'll call you soon." He promised.

"You better." She replied breathlessly.

And with that, they parted ways.

Authors note: So Sandor is going to be a little different in my story. He will still be an asshole, mean and rude but he'll be a little less of these things than he is in the books and tv show. Some things about his life will be revealed in later chapters that will hopefully explain why he isnt as bad as he in the original material. If ya'll have a problem with this then by all means let me know or simply dont read. If you have any suggestions on how i should continue the story then im all ears.