Chapter Four- Sunshine

The next morning-

The sun shined down bright on the seven hundred foot wall, shining brighter than it had in years. The watch that stood at their posts on the wall stood bewildered by the sight of the bright sun shining, not believing their eyes at the beauty. Currently the two Starks slept Sansa and Jon as close as could be, their bodies wrapped around the other. Jon laid behind his sister his arm wrapped tightly around her bare stomach. With the sounds of the men out of the room, Slowly Jon awoke feeling strangely happy for once in many years. Looking down he gazed upon Sansa and smiled. Somehow she was always beautiful no matter where she was and Jon couldn't help himself, placing a kiss on his sister's cheek. The feel of her brothers lips, her eyes fluttered open finding Jon beside her.

"Hi." She said with a smile.

"Hi." He replied, returning the smile. She too had felt so refreshed as she turned over facing her brother, the soft blanket wrapped around the two. Once again he leaned forward placing his lips against her. He could kiss her a thousand times and he would remember every one. With the kiss he stood up from the bed about to get dressed. Leaning down he grabbed his shirt from the floor pulling it over his torso ready for the day.

"What are you doing?" She asked sitting up on her elbows.

"I'm getting dressed." He stated with a puzzled look upon his face.

"Hmmm why don't we stay in bed all day." She stated with a smile beaming at Jon. The idea was very good and he dropped his shirt without question walking back to the bed.

"You know that is the best idea I've heard in a long time." He said with a smile unable to contain his joy, as he threw his clothes to the ground climbing back to the bed. She could still remember always wanting a prince by her side. A highborn pretty and nice, the ones they spoke of in the songs. But now she didn't. The princes weren't for her she wanted her brother, he wasn't the highborn but bruiting and gentle. Still her eyes gazed over her brother. Jon could see her staring at him.

"What?" He asked.

"Nothing I'm just happy you're here." She said, not being alone anymore, for so many years she had been.

"Me too." He stated.

"Jon." Quietly she asked.

"Yes?" He questioned.

"What are the scars from? I know their recent." She stated. Jon didn't reply taking a moment.

"My brothers." He stated in a quiet tone.

"What?" she asked, confused.

"My brothers of the watch stabbed me." he replied.

"What. why?" She asked more intently.

"Because. I brought the free folk past the wall, and they believed me to be a traitor."

"You did what you thought was right and it was." She stated.

"I try to do what is right and it always back fires." He stated as he sat up off the bed.

"Not this time. This time we have each other." Sansa said sitting up closer to him. Her arms wrapped around her brother, holding him. With his sister he smiled looking at her. "You have me beside you and I won't let anything happen again." She said holding her brother.

"Your right it's in the past. What we need to focus on, is the future." He could see determination in her eyes.

"We'll have Winterfell." She declared. After lying in bed for hours together the two got up and dressed. The two stood looking out into the courtyard holding hands. Their hands gripped each other tightly under the railing so no would see. He smiled at her then with a bright expression on his face had an idea, he led her down to the courtyard standing in the snow and in front of a straw mannequin. He left there for a moment grabbing a longbow and a few arrows from the armory. Coming out into the courtyard Sansa saw her brother holding a longbow in his hand and several arrows in the other.

"What are you doing with that?" She asked her brother.

"Teach you to shot." He replied walking up to her.

"I don't know the first thing about archery." She declared backing away from him.

"That's why I'm goanna teach you. Come on." He said, reassuringly. Looking at her brother she nodded grabbing the bow in her left hand feeling the wood against her bare fingers unfamiliar to her, getting the feel of the bow. Getting a good grip she held it tightly.

"Give it a try." He said holding an arrow to her, she grabbed the wooden arrow. Having seen it done before took the arrow and nocked it to the string. She looked at the target several yards away, looking back at her brother he nodded. With enough determination she pulled the arrow back taking aim, pulling it back to her face. Once she thought her aim was spot on she released. The arrow soared with a crack hitting the large mannequin in the arm. Jon smiled as did she.

"Let's get a bulls eye." Jon stated as he stood beside her wrapping his body around her placing an arrow to the string and his other hand around hers pulling back. With her brother against her she took aim as his hand guided her. Once the arrow was against her and her brother tightly pressed to her, they stayed still, she could see Jon's breath in the cold air, as his body warmed her. She let go, the arrow soaring threw the cold bright air and striking the bull's-eye right in the middle. Sansa grinned as did Jon. Unknown to the two many of the brothers had came to a halt including Ser Davos, Tormund and Brienne all looking at the sight of Jon and Sansa offal close to one another. Jon noticed this everyone around them in the courtyard looking at them. He let go of his sister coughing loudly as he stepped back. Sansa turned the other way a smile present on her face unknown to any one. The brothers in black continued their duty's all getting back to work, unlike Ser Davos as he walked down the steps up to Jon. Now standing before him with his hands behind his back and a look of business upon his face.

"I think we should get everything ready with us leaving so soon." He stated. Jon nodded looking over to his sister.

"I'll speak with you later." Jon declared.

"Ok." She nodded not showing affection out in front of others knowing it would be taboo. With that Jon walked away with the man called Ser Davos. Once she saw the two left, her eyes gazed the courtyard everyone was keeping to their duty all but Brienne looking at her but she had a specious look on her face. Sansa turned and headed the other way. As she headed for the kitchens Brienne swiftly caught up with her.

"My Lady." She stated.

"What?" Sansa questioned not slowing her hast towards the kitchens causing Brienne to sped up.

"I did not find you last night in your room my lady." She stated, having not found her lady while she has been here.

"So?" She questioned.

"So. I would like to know where you have been?" She asked politely.

"I had trouble falling asleep, so I went for a walk." Brienne stood in front of Sansa with a look upon her face, her body blocked her path.

"I see you spending more time with your brother." She stated, standing confidently.

"So?" She asked.

"I just like to know-

"Nothing." She interrupted as she continued to the kitchens, leaving Brienne in the hall. Walking inside there wasn't as many men, still a few stuffing their full in their faces, in the darkness. She grabbed the slog from the cook as he nodded. Finding a seat she sat down, beside herself at the nearest table.

Just when she seated on the ruff wooden bench a loud voice boomed though out the hall. "Another great day." A rusty voice said. Looking behind her she saw the large man Tormund his massive furs keeping him warm and massive beard, she had always seen him beside Jon, but still the large man unsettled her. Still any friend of Jon's was a friend of hers. Once Tormund saw Sansa he walked up to the table. He sat opposite her with a loud thud without question. she looked up him, as he dove into his bowl of slop.

"Hello. You're Tormund." She stated.

"I." He simply stated as he dove into his food, already have stuffing half of it down.

"You've known Jon for a long time." He asked his face covered in the slop.

"He is my brother." She said taking a spoon full of the food in her mouth. When she said this he smiled, Sansa never saw him grin as he did, his bright yellow teeth shining.

"What?" She asked seeing his big grin. He looked to his right then his left seeing the brothers of the watch were well out of ear shot. He then looked back at Sansa a grin still present.

"I've noticed the way he looks at you, especially out there in the courtyard. And you, you've been queen on spending much time with your brother." He stated as he finished the rest of his slop in a matter of a few minutes.

"I've missed him. She declared not sure what he meant. Already done with his food, he stood up the bowl still hand, standing beside the girl gazing down at her with that bright uncanny smile still present.

"It's none of my business. But instead of thinking about it, we only get one chance on this world and I would not waste it alone." He stated as he walked away placing his slop down hard in front of the cook.

"Great as it has been every day." He said with a smile, the cook simply shook his head. With that he finished leaving the kitchens swaying back to the cold. Sansa looked back seeing he was gone and she smiled. Thoughts of her brother filled her mind, feeling him against her again after so many years any doubts she had already thrown out and wanted to give him something. She stood up and left the kitchen. With only being here a few days Sansa had seen castle black and knew her way, she found the man named Edd. Another friend of Jon she always saw him as well with Jon unlike Tormund Edd always kept to himself, she only saw him speaking with Jon. She stood before him and he stood back as he bowed.

"My lady. What may I do for you?" he asked never being in the presence of a noble lady.

"I was looking for sewing supplies."

"Sewing, um maybe let me check. We probably some around in this bloody place." He said walking away.

Later that day He came back with some thread and a needle.

"This is all we got." Edd said holding the supplies.

"This will do. Thank you." She stated grabbing everything.

"Sure." He said with a satisfied smile something she had not seen him do.

"My lady?" He asked, before she left.

"Yes?" She questioned, turning back.

"You knew Jon before this?" He asked.

"Before he joined the watch?" She asked.

"Yes. Was he always a caring fucker?" He asked.

"Yes he always has." She stated still remembering the young Jon never starting trouble, always being gentle with their younger sister. Edd smiled. She walked swiftly back to her room. She laid down, spreading Jon's clock on her desk and took the strap in hand, with the other working the Stark emblem into the strap with the needle.

Later that night-

Jon was speaking with his closet friends longer than he intended speaking Tormund. After all that time he left to find his sister, looking through out the castle he searched and came with nothing. He headed for his room opening the door, he found her, under the sheets she laid. He found Sansa walking into the bed laying down next to her.

"I looked for you." He said.

"I was where you weren't." She said. They laid together the room, silent.

"On the morrow we leave to retake our home and save our brother." Jon stated.

"And no matter who stands before us well face it." Sansa stated to her brother, holding his hand. She was more than ready she wanted to be home again.

"I'll always have you beside me." They smiled at each other. The night fell over them as they fell asleep, neither having any trouble falling to sleep, being entangled with the other. The next morning walking out in the courtyard it was filled with chaos men ran in the snow horses being lined up.

"Ready?" Jon asked his sister.

"Wait. I need to grab something before we leave." She sated as she moved swiftly away leaving Jon walking down into the courtyard. Pushing the door open to her room she shot over to her desk, where her cloak and a few supplies were. Grabbing the cloak with the stark emblem, with her things she ran back to the courtyard finding her brother on the other side waiting for her. She walked to him with her cloak in hand. She smiled as she handed him it.

"I made this for you." She stated handing him it. Taking it in hand, feeling the warmth against his fingers, he looked down seeing the stark emblem he didn't know what to say taken back. This was the greatest present he was ever given and it was by his sister. He looked behind him, seeing no one paying any attention, he looked at her grabbing her hand and led her towards out of sight to everyone. Once out of sight he leaned forward placing his lips to hers. He kept her close as they kept the warmth.

"Thank you Sansa." He stated as the present meant most to him.

"You're welcome." She said with a bright smile, glad.