Love will see you through

by nhsansanfan

Formerly titled "Colors Run Deep". Modern take on sansan. M for some language and inuendo. Sandor is in charge of the Reserve armory. He has to help train the new LT Sansa Stark. They are about to be thrown into a deployment situation, as if that's not bad enough, they have to deal with the bickering soldiers Stark and Waters, the scheming soldiers SFCs Baelish and Varys. on hiatus

3. Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Sansa

Sansa was startled to hear her last name yelled. Looking at Capt Baratheon reprimanding the young girl, Sansa realized they must share a last name, heavens know Stark is not an obscure name.

Baratheon dismissed the young girl, sending her back to KP duty. He walked over to where Sansa stood in line. After she got her meal, he said "Come sit with me. I will talk while you eat."

They sat down and Baratheon began to complain about the "mangy she-wolf". "It is a pity her actual soldiering skills are good, because she is completely wild." He said "Now Lt Stark", he looked at her, "You're not going to give me trouble like that other Stark girl, I hope?"

"Of course not sir," Sansa mumbled.

"Now Sansa," he began, using her familiar first name "I noticed that Baelish and Varys have already gotten to you. After lunch we'll go to the armory and I'll show you my office. You are with supply; I am going to have you be our liaison. That Arryn woman sits in her office all day, no one can get to her, and everyone has to make an appointment to see Baelish. Then he will tell her if there is anything that she needs to know. So strange, she just watches the goings on beneath her through her security cameras. Everyone here has their own agenda, I'm certain you've already seen that. I'd prefer to see your pretty face, instead of Baelish."

Sansa had finished her lunch, so she and Baratheon stood. "Sir, if you are going to call me by my first name I'd like to know what yours is?" She asked.

"Joffrey," he replied "But I'm really the king around here, so you can just call me Sir."

They walked to the armory and went into the offices. Clegane's desk was in front of the door to Joffrey's office. Where Joff could go into his office and shut the door and do as he pleased without anyone seeing, Clegane had no privacy, but he could survey the comings and goings and was easily accessible to anyone who might need assistance.

"Sansa," Joff began "Do you have your weapons qual?"

"My what?" Sansa was mildly confused.

"Your weapons qualification." Joffery was put off "You know where you go to a shooting range or a foxhole and you fire your weapon. You have to hit the target." He said snidely.

"Oh, I don't think I have one of those, we only went to the range once and that was during the summer when we went to basic training for 2 weeks."

Joff hooted with mocking laughter "What kind of ROTC program did you go to? That is absurd." He yelled to Clegane "Sergeant, wait until you hear this! Sansa has only fired a gun once!"

Sandor

He shook his head. Seriously, how was he supposed to keep his troops deployment ready when everyone was incompetent? He felt sorry for the poor girl. She was mortified. Joffrey was making things worse by humiliating her.

Joffrey's phone rang in his office; he got up, went into the room and shut his door.

Sansa was looking at him with her big blue eyes, filled with shame and sadness.

Sandor got up from where he was sitting and walked over to her. He sat next to her and said "Would you like me to take you to the range this week and I'll help you get your qualification?"

Sansa looked up into his scarred face and smiled. She took a deep breath. Sandor could smell her faint lemony shampoo. "You wouldn't mind?"

"Well, we'll do your handgun qual first, as that is what officers carry, but we'll also qualify you with an m-16. There ain't no harm in you knowing how to shoot both. If things work out like I expect they will, you're going to need those skills sooner than later."