AN: So I know Wonder Woman and FOB are part of our culture but trying to write fanfiction for a world that doesn't even have days of the week is complicated and I wanted the references so they're there. Also I don't own anything. Kudos if you can find the musical references in this fic! Also the name of this chapter is We can get away, say the word and we'll find a way. Sorry if my fic formats look odd, I copy paste from google docs
Sansa woke up to her alarm the next morning. But there was nothing until that night- lessons had been canceled on Cersei's orders, she wanted everyone helping with the extravagant party she was throwing. Sansa looked at the clock. Eleven hours to go. She pulled out her sewing from one of her drawers, and began sewing. No one would bother her until noon at the earliest. She was forgotten at times like these, and for that, she was glad. She stitched for a few hours, as a distraction from thinking.
When she heard a knock at the door, she finished her stitch, and walked to the door.
It was Margaery. She was dressed in a gorgeous blue dress, and Sansa realized she was still in her pajamas.
"Come in. I'll be right back."
Sansa hastily grabbed her outfit that she had laid out the night before and escaped to her bathroom. She hastily changed, and made herself look presentable.
Margaery handed her a note that she read. The plan was in motion, and the car would be delivered at eleven thirty. She offered to take Sansa's bag, to put it in the trunk along with her bags.
"I'm not done packing yet." Sansa wrote, handing her the note and pen.
"Do you want me to help?" Margaery wrote back.
"Sure." Sansa acquiesced, writing the single word. Margaery put the note on Sansa's bed. Margaery was efficient, silently asking what dresses she wanted to take, and leave, and within thirty minutes, everything she wanted to take was packed. They worked well together, Sansa thought.
"Thank you." Sansa mouthed.
"No problem." Margaery mouthed back with a grin, and took Sansa's bag.
As Margaery left, Sansa glanced at the clock. The car would be arriving any minute now. She felt nervous and giddy at the same time, as she sewed. She had no idea that was possible, but the feeling lasted for a few hours as she was left alone with the clock and her own thoughts. They always came back to a few ideas, however. Shae and Tyrion. Margaery. Freedom.
She fell asleep to daydreams of freedom, and woke up when she heard a knock on her door. A knock from Shae.
This time, both Shae and Tyrion were in her room.
"We can speak freely. Cersei had basically everyone finishing things for the party. Including spies and guards." Tyrion told her.
"I'm going to miss you both so much." Sansa told them. They just smiled at her.
"We know. And we will miss you very much." Shae told her.
"What are you two dressed as?" Sansa asked, noticing Shae's costume and Tyrion's normal clothing.
"I'm Wonder Woman. And he is not in costume-"
"I am too. I'm dressed as an always sober person who actually cares about this stupid holiday." Tyrion said, with a straight face. Sansa laughed. It felt good. She hadn't done that in ages.
"We better go. It's only a few minutes until Margaery gets here." Shae said, as Sansa gave her one last hug, and a whispered thank you.
"It's no problem." Shae told her, and put Sansa's hands in hers.
"Let us know when you get there." She squeezed the Stark's hands, and Tyrion opened the door. And they left.
They were gone, and it was okay. Really. Sansa changed into her costume, put her hair up, and paced, checking her room again for
A knock on the door interrupted said pacing, and she opened the door. It was Margaery, dressed as a futuristic soldier of some kind. But her curls were free, so she had most likely met Cersei's unspoken- but high standards for costumes. She still looked like herself. She took off a wig and Sansa blinked.
"It's a pretty convincing wig." Margaery commented as she helped put it on Sansa's head. Once it was secure, Margaery fixed her own hair and flashed her a smile.
"Ready?" The Tyrell asked.
"Yes." The Stark answered, as they left the room. Margaery had a route that they followed- Sansa's heart pounded, she was so sure they'd be caught- but they saw no one, and as soon as she unlocked the car, a blue sports car-Sansa immediately got in. Margaery followed a few seconds after, and reversed out of the Lannister parking lot. Sansa watched the nightmare of King's Landing begin to fade away in the rearview mirror- and felt relief. Once they did, Margaery hit a few buttons and music poured out of the speakers.
"This band is called Fall Out Boy." She told Sansa as they listened to the lyrics.
Margaery sang along to the song, which was titled, Alone Together. Sansa thought it was fitting, as she watched things fly by through the window.
