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Chapter 2

Tyrion Lannister pulled the car to a stop at the dormatories.

He looked over at Sansa."So, would it be alright if I asked you a question?"

Sansa was brought out of her reverie by Tyrion's voice. Startled, she looked over at him. "Sure, why not?"

"It's obviously none of my business, but why were you on the side of the road at two am alone?" Tyrion gently asked.

Something much worse could've happened to her if he didn't just happen to show up and he really hoped this wasn't something she made a habit of doing.

"My car broke down." She simply replied. "Of all the shitty luck, right?"

Tyrion shook his head. "No. I mean I gathered that you were stranded. What I meant was...why were you out at all?" He frowned. "It's pretty dangerous out here at night."

When he caught her glare he immediately wished he hadn't said the last part. "Which, you're obviously well aware of." He muttered, looking down.

Sansa glared at him. "Yeah. I know. Do you make a habit out of interrogating everyone you rescue? And of shooting up their cars?!"

"I'm sorry." Tyrion turned his eyes back to the dorms he was parked infront of. "It's none of my business. Sometimes I ask too many questions. And I sincerely apologize about your car. I promise I'll take care of the damages."

"Don't bother, really. It's a piece of junk anyway." She looked back over at him curiously. "Are you into Police work or something?"

Tyrion looked over at her surprised that she seemed to have caught onto that. "Indeed, I am. It may not seem practical, but I absolutely plan on becoming a police officer one day."

"Good for you." Sansa softly said. "I've always said 'screw practical'."

"Oh really? And why do you say that?" Tyrion asked curiously.

"Because I'm a firm believer that you should do what's in your heart. And since when is practical in anyone's heart? Head sure, but not heart." Sansa explained.

"I couldn't agree more. I do wish you'd bring that argument on my parents." Tyrion chuckled. "They absolutely loath what I am choosing to do with my life."

"Same here. My par.." She broke off abruptly. "I get what it's like to not be supported."

Tyrion looked over at her curiously. Again the cop in him wanted to ask why she stopped herself from saying the word 'parents'. But he figured he'd quit while he was ahead. It was obvious this girl had secrets she didn't want to share. And he would respect that.

"May I ask you a question?" Sansa countered.

Tyrion was content to just talk to her. He'd always wanted to talk to her but he'd just never had the courage to. They just seemed to run in different circles...until tonight that is.

"Yeah, of course. Anything." Tyrion smiled at warmly.

His smile immediately caused Sansa to smile back for a moment. Than it faded. "Why were you out tonight at two am? And with a gun no less? I mean don't get me wrong, I am eternally grateful for what you did for me. I'm just wondering how it came to be? It's like you knew I was in trouble or something."

Tyrion sighed. "Honestly?"

Sansa nodded. "I love honesty."

He laughed. "Ok then. I like to take drives really late at night. It clears my mind. I do it more often than I could possibly tell you. As for the gun? I bought it after my very first car jacking a year ago. It was unpleasant but a lesson. I was driving like I always do and I saw Joffrey."

He frowned, feeling anger just thinking of what that bastard tried to do to her. "I saw you. It definetely seemed like you needed help. So I got out of my car, grabbed my gun since it seemed it would be the quickest way to get him away from you. It wasn't just that though.."

She looked at him curiously. "What do you mean?"

"Well when I pulled up I was going to initally just ask if everything was alright, ask if you even needed my help." He chuckled darkly. "I mean for all I knew maybe my bastard brother finally found a girl he didn't have to force to be with him. That was hoping for too much. Clearly."

Tyrion's eyes returned to soft but still had a hint of anger in them. "Before I even got out of the car, I saw how terrified you looked. You were screaming. It reminded me of before. It wasn't the first time I'd caught him doing something like that. Without even thinking about it, I grabbed my gun and aimed it against the back of his head. Thought I'd scare him the way he was scaring you."

Sansa stared at him stunned. She was fairly certain they didn't know each other before tonight and no one had ever wanted to fiercly protect her like that before.

Tyrion caught her stunned stare and for a moment was afraid that maybe he'd been too honest with her. "What is it, Sansa?" He softly asked.

"I'm sorry, I just..." She blinked a couple times, trying for the life of her to remember any other conversation they could have possibly had before tonight and she couldn't dig up a single one. "I know I have the tendancy to really get into my work in class. I mean, the only close friend I have is Daenarys. She just gets me...but...do we know each other?"

He frowned. "No, we...not really. I mean we just share some classes together. I thought I told you that already. Don't you remember?" He could see the bruise forming around her eye. He was now wondering just how hard Joffrey had hit her.

"Yes, I know you said that." Sansa replied, the confusion was still there. "But...you pulled a gun on your own brother. You threatened to shoot him. I mean you seemed like you were really going to...over me."

Now Tyrion looked confused. "He was hurting you. He was a threat to your safety. Did you think I would do nothing because he's my brother? Did you think I would just let him..." He couldn't even finish the sentence. What kind of bastard did she think he was?

"He's your brother. I'm nothing to you." Sansa pointed out.

Tyrion's eyes snapped up to meet hers. "That's not true!" He fiercly stated.

"I don't understand." She softly replied, her gaze full of confusion.

For a brief moment Tyrion honestly contemplated lying to her. The truth was complicated and the last thing he wanted was to freak her out. But then he remembered that she liked honesty and he didn't want to start out the wrong way with her.

"You are in my psychology class. You sit in the desk infront of mine. You almost always tell Daenarys who I think sits on the other side of you that you hate it. Psychology, I mean." At her smile of surprise, he smiled gently at her. He was relieved that he didn't appear to be freaking her out or sounding like some stalker.

"You are also in my accounting class. You sit on the right side of me. You are almost always the first one to get done with a test. I can't tell you how many times I've looked over at you and wanted to say something, anything."

Sansa's eyes were soft. "Why didn't you?"

"I almost did so many times. You were the never the first one to leave class. You were always working pretty diligently on whatever assignment there was. The times that Daenarys wasn't over there talking to you...I guess I just chickened out. I wasn't sure what to say to you, and it just never seemed like the right time." Tyrion explained sheepishly.

"Well, I wish you would have." She admitted softly.

"Really?" Tyrion grinned. "Well, I will keep that in mind."

Sansa smiled. "I hope you do."

"While I'm glad that we finally got to have a conversation, I'm sorry we had to do it under these circumstances." He softly murmured.

"Well," She smiled. "as far as rescues go I definetely would put it down as a huge success. You seemed so in control, like you knew exactly what you were doing."

Tyrion chuckled. "I wish I had your confidence in me but I honestly was just winging it." He then frowned as he looked her over in concern. "I can't pretend to have any idea what happened before I got there. But do you...should I take you to the hospital? Did he do something to you before I got there?"

Flashes of his hands on her, how rough his touches were inside of her flew to her mind and she blinked back tears.

"Sansa?" Tyrion gently touched her arm in concern.

It surprised Sansa herself that she had no reflex to flinch from him. It's like her mind just knew she couldn't be anymore safe than she was right now, with him.

"No," She breathed. "I don't need to go to a hospital."

Tyrion was unconvinced. "Are you sure? You seem..."

The toll of the nights events caused Sansa to snap at him. "I seem what?! Upset?! Scared even?! I am all of those things, but I don't need a fucking doctor for that!"

Tyrion sighed. The last thing he'd wanted to do was upset her. "I'm sorry, Sansa. I didn't mean to upset you."

She instantly felt regret at her harsh words. Tyrion was the last person who deserved to be yelled at. He saved her life tonight. What was wrong with her? Why did she always seem to have the knack for pushing the right people away?

"No," Sansa reached over and grabbed his hand, the action surprising them both but yet it felt familiar. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Tyrion. You saved me, you like literally became my knight in shining armor. And yelling at you is just so messed up. I'm such a bitch sometimes. I just...I don't do well with being pushed. I can tell you mean well. I just...I just need to lay down."

"I understand." Tyrion said softly, squeezing her hand. "I just...I just want you to be ok." He pulled out a piece of paper and wrote a number down and handed it to her. "Call or text me if you need anything. I mean it."

She smiled softly. "I will be, but...thank you Tyrion. It means alot."

Tyrion frowned. "You really don't have to keep thanking me. It's not like I could've just drove on by. The moment I saw what was happening, there was really no choice to make."

"I appriciate what you did for me so much," Sansa whispered. "but that's not what I was referring to."

Tyrion looked confused. "Then what are you thanking for?"

"For giving a damn." Sansa replied simply, before getting out of the car and heading inside.

Tyrion sat there for a good ten minutes, wanting to make sure she got inside.

He had a feeling this wouldn't be the last time he saw Sansa Stark.

And he didn't want it to be.