I'm trying not to make this fic. too long so things will move along fairly quickly and there are time skips so it isn't like this happened in a few days of them working together, they've been around each other for 10 months before (when she dated Joffrey) and working together for about four or five months counting preparation time :-)

Business was good, Sansa had been so happy when looked over the books this morning, she couldn't help but grin. They had agreed on a 40/60 partnership. Sansa kept the books in line teaching Sandor the ropes as they went along and she took over dealing with the initial contact with customers, that consisted of phone calls mostly and setting up appointments to meet with Sandor. Sandor took care of everything else. She had been so happy with their progress that she was practically beaming when Sandor walked into their little office looking for a phone number. Then everything had fallen apart.

They had had several bumps in the road in their partnership, and considering they'd only been working together a couple of months, Sansa figured they'd have a few more before everything settled between them.

The first day Sansa showed up at Sandor's house ready to put paper work in order and start organizing order forms and receipts for the three jobs Sandor already had lined up. Sandor had set aside the basement in his three bedroom house as an office, since it connected to the garage. They decided against renting a space until business picked up.

Sansa showed up in a great mood, with a coffee machine and a small radio and all her teal and white chevron printed office supplies. When she worked with her father she usually wore impeccably tailored skirts and button down tops. It was very important to look professional, but something told her it would be out of place in this situation so she settled on business casual, she wore a white flowy button down with a black blazer, dark skinny slacks and nude high heels. The first thing Sandor told her as he stepped into the small basement was,

"What the fuck are you wearing? Ain't nobody going to be impressed here girl," he snorted. "They want their car pimped out, not to visit their parol officer."

"We are running a business, Sandor. I was trying to look professional." she huffed, eyeing his outfit.

Sandor was dressed in oil stained baggy jeans and a tee with a frayed collar. His hair was pulled back for once in a simple low pony tail. She supposed since he would be doing manual labor that would be fine but she was in the office, she should look more put together.

"Listen," he grabbed himself a coffee, "You're going to be dealing with guys mostly, guys like me. We don't give a fuck about all that shit." and without so much as a thank you for the coffee or a good morning, he was out the door.

It wasn't till after 12 o'clock when he actually spoke to her again, despite the fact that he came inside to grab two more cups of coffee, anytime she would ask him something she got a grunt or a point, or an exasperated huff.

It didn't take long for her to figure out he was a bear till mid morning or later. She dressed down the next day, wearing jeans and cute sneakers, but her professional pride would not let her wear a tee shirt, she opted for a cute yellow tank and a navy blue sweater.

"Better?" She asked, when she saw him the next morning.

"Mmm," he grunted at her, taking his black coffee and slamming the door to the garage behind him.

So far most of their troubles had been that, bickering over a difference of style, his grumpiness ruffled her feathers, her chipper attitude annoyed him, but they made it work, they adjusted.

This argument however was something else, this argument was different and she didn't know why. She was so angry she was trembling.

"I am not going to write it off. You are doing work and she should pay for it!" Her voice was shaky.

"I am the one doing the fucking work!" Sandor yelled pacing the floor. "I can decided not to charge if I fucking want!"

Sansa closed her eyes, she was so glad the woman that started this whole mess had already left. She hated the woman on sight, she had come into the office after Sandor with a smirk on her face.

The woman was dressed in a style she supposed Sandor would like, if she had ever stopped to think about his taste in women. She was on the taller side, though she was shorter than Sansa, her skinny jeans were so tight Sansa would have believed that they were painted on if they hadn't had stylishly placed rips on her thighs and under her skinny butt, she wore a tiny black tank top that showed off ample breasts, probably fake, Sansa thought.

There was no real friendship in the way Sandor talked to her, the woman was flirtatious, but there was something so insincere about the half smile she gave Sandor, and when she touched his arm to say goodbye, it seemed almost as if she was forcing herself to touch him.

"We are partners now." she shouted back, letting her anger get the better of her. "I get a say too." Why was she fighting this so much? Just the thought of Sandor giving that woman free service irked her to no end.

"So the fuck what?! We have a deal, Stacy and me! I help her out with the car once and a while and sh…" he stopped shouting and growled instead.

"And what!" Sansa's voice was shrill to her ears. "Oh my God!," understanding twisted her gut, "Does she prostitute herself for an oil change!"

She knew immediately she had crossed the line. Sandor's face twisted in rage and she took a step back as he stalked over to her desk, causing the chair to hit the back of her knees and making her bottom fall heavily back onto the seat. Sandor leaned over so his face was inches from hers, his hands gripping the sides of her small desk so tightly that the wood creaked.

"What. The. Fuck. Is. It. To. You?" he snarled, his face twisted in anger, his good eye a grey and cold as steel. "How dare you fucking judge me. Who I fuck and how is my godsdamned business."

Sansa wanted to slap him, how dare he tell her about sleeping with that…that woman. She swallowed hard, confused by her anger. "It comes out of your pocket. I'm not giving her anything for free." she managed to tell hm through clenched teeth.

"Do whatever the fuck you want then." he stood up suddenly looking tired. "I don't need this shit, I'm done for today." he walked up the stairs slamming the door behind him.

She was suddenly left alone, the basement so silent it hurt her ears. Making a decision she went into the website Sandor had told her to go to and found the part he needed for that woman's car, she picked out the lowest rated, least expensive one and printed out the information.

She took a deep breath and walked up the stairs, she half expected the door at the top of the stairs to be locked. It wasn't.

She found Sandor in his living room staring mindlessly at a gangster movie on tv and drinking straight out of a whiskey bottle.

"If you insist then I will agree to write off this part." she held out the paper to him.

Sandor let out a breath through his nose and took the paper looking it over. "She's using you." Sansa added unable to keep her comment to herself.

"And I'm using her." Sandor ran a hand over his face, "this part is crap." he threw the paper onto the coffee table in front of him.

"It's what she deserves." Sansa countered.

Sandor finally turned to look at her, his eye looking her up and down. It was Friday and she had dressed a tad bit more casual, skinny jeans, black sandals and an off the shoulder black top. Sandor seemed to be taking ever inch of her in, she felt her body tingle everywhere he looked.

"What would you know about it?" he lifted the bottle to his lip and took a big drink. "I'm not turning down a lay."

"So you'll just take anybody? That's…"

"Yeah," he interrupted angrily, "I should be more picky, right? Go tell the line of bitches at my door that I'm fucking busy." he threw his head back and laughed. "Get out of here, I'm trying to relax."

"No," she answered stubbornly, "I'm not clocking out early, it's only 1:00. I'm getting lunch and coming back." she turned on her heels and stomped over to the basement door.

"I'm locking the fucking door." he yelled after her.

"I've got a key." she yelled back.

"Motherfucker!" she heard him yell before she slammed the door on him.

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She was sitting in her car waiting in line to order at her favorite fast food joint. It was Friday and Friday's she didn't bother trying to be healthy. She waited and she stewed, why did Sandor have to be so gross and crass, was that all he wanted in a woman - no - not women - bitches, he called them. She snorted angrily as she went over their argument in her head.

What would she know about it? he asked, well, she knew she didn't have sex with just anybody who came along, that's for sure, she had standards.

What would she know about it? - she knew that sex should mean something, people weren't there to be used, there were several guys that had made advances towards her since her break up with Joffery, offering to ease the pain and she had turned each and every one away.

What would she know about it? - she knew…..then it hit her like a ton of bricks. She had people who wanted to be with her, she knew she was attractive, men and women had told her since she was a child, Sandor probably didn't have that, with his scars and his gruff manner, he most likely chased most women away. What would be left but women like Stacy who used him for what they could get.

A car honked behind her snapping her out of her thoughts. She pulled up to the menu and ordered herself her favorite meal and after a moment ordered Sandor's favorite as well.

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"What's this?" he slurred at her when she handed him the greasy bag.

"It's a peace offering." she sat next to him on the couch, they had eaten many a meal on his coffee table going over things she needed to learn.

Sandor had, and had not been what she expected. He was gruff and moody, he did scare her sometimes when his temper flared up but she knew he wouldn't hurt her and he had good qualities too. He was good at what he did, his creativity continued to surprise her and he was funny. Sometimes she wasn't sure if he was trying to be funny or if he even knew he was being funny but he made her laugh. She actually enjoyed being around him much more often than not….after a few coffees of course.

"I was out of line." she took his bag from him getting his burger out of it's wrapping and placing it in front of him along with his fries and drink. "Your personal life isn't my business."

"Um," Sandor agreed reaching for his burger.

"I just don't like her." she admitted.

Sandor snorted, "I don't either, she's a bitch." he grumbled as he took a big bite of his burger.

Sansa chose not to comment on that and they ate in silence for a few minutes.

"So…uh…business is doing really well. We hit our goals for this month…passed it actually, with that custom paint job you managed to land last week."

"You sound like your surprised Little Bird." he said with a mouth full of burger.

"Why do you call me Little Bird?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, cause you chirp chirp chirp." he answered drunkly, making little beak motions with his free hand.

"You are so wasted." Sansa let out a breath.

"mmmm," he swallowed the last bit of food and finished his soda, before leaning back against the couch. "Stacy doesn't like you either." he smirked his head rolled back eyes half closed, "called you a prissy bitch." his eyes closed and Sansa thought he may have fallen asleep.

"I should have looked for a crappier part." she grumbled "at least I don't look like I'm about to walk the streets."

Sandor surprised her by laughing, "Stacy the whore." he snorted.

Sansa laughed guiltily and looked down at her hands, she hadn't expected him to hear. When she looked up she was surprised to find Sandor sitting up and looking at her. She felt pinned to the spot as he looked at her lips and leaned forward.

She gasped as his lips landed clumsily on hers, his tongue licked her bottom lip but before she could react he stumbled to the right and had to brace himself on the coffee table to keep from falling off the couch.

"I always wanted to do that." he gave her a crooked smile and let himself fall backwards, his head just missing the hard arm of the sofa. In seconds he was asleep.

"What just happened?" Sansa asked.

Sandor answered with a snore.

This happens Friday next chapter will be Monday, not a very big time skip.

So Sansa is being a little petty (especially with the judging a girls looks thing) but we all have our moments, don't judge her too harshly, she got to the right place in the end.

Just a fun note - I made a comment to my sister about a guy walking across the street and my daughter scolded me from the back seat, "Mama don't judge." LOL her little voice kept popping into my head as I wrote this "Sansa don't judge."