Harry had a whole ritual before going racing. It wasn't a big deal, really. All it consisted of was him pounding down a can of Monster Mountain Dew from the local Seven Eleven. He then took off his suit jacket and unbuttoned a few buttons on his dress shirt. He lamented he didn't have his lucky t-shirt on, which caused Sansa to wonder what his lucky t-shirt looked like and did he just use it for racing or for other things?

Then he took them to the road that connected to Mountain and he began.

When Harry's car began to accelerate steadily, Sansa wrapped her hand around the 'oh shit' handle at the top near her window. She gripped it until her hand ached. She dug her nails into the side of her seat and it was as if her heart went up to her throat. She started to breathe heavy and every muscle in her body tensed. She barely saw the trees, and the lights from the few houses that lined the street. Her gaze was focused straight ahead and all she could think was 'I could die'.

Her breath caught the moment it felt as though they were flying and she thought for sure Harry's car was going to spin off the road. Harry let out a shout of victory, but Sansa couldn't breathe. Not until she felt the car start to slow.

I am safe now, she thought. But she didn't really believe it until the car was moving at a crawl and Harry pulled over to the side of the road.

He put the car in park and looked over at her. "Well?"

Sansa looked at him as she breathed heavily, her heart began to slow but just gradually. She shook slightly.

"Sansa?" Harry looked worried.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," she said hurriedly, and then laughed nervously. She wasn't dead. She even welcomed the tremble that rocked through her entire body. "So, um, when can we go bungee jumping?" she asked shakily.

Harry broke into a wide smile. "As soon as I get you a fake ID."

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Harry kissed Sansa with more enthusiasm than ever when he dropped her off at home. Sansa figured he was probably thrilled to have another partner-in-crime outside of Willas.

He offered to walk her up to Robb's apartment, but Sansa told him no and the look of relief on his face made her laugh.

She was still pondering the race down Mountain Road as she let herself inside.

Robb was sitting at the kitchen table, laptop in front of him, and already dressed for bed in sweatpants and a t-shirt. "How'd it go?" he asked as he looked up at her.

"Good," she said.

"Care to elaborate?"

"Not really," Sansa said as she sailed past him, heading for her bedroom.

She heard the scrape of the chair against the tile and knew he was following her. She quickened her steps and had almost made it when he grabbed her arm and forced her to look at him.

"Sansa, I want to know how the dance went." He looked upset with her and it made her angry.

"You haven't wanted to talk to me all week," she snapped. "And now you expect me to just open up to you?"

He let go of her and raked his hand through his hair. "I'm sorry—"

"I don't care," she said, cutting him off. "I want to change and I want to go to bed. Good night, Robb."

"Can you tell me if he was a gentleman at least?"

Sansa ignored him and went into her bedroom. She shut the door and pressed her back against it. She heard Robb shuffle down the hall and she felt guilty for being so short with him. But he had ignored her all week and it hurt!

She clenched her jaw tight, refusing to cry or to go down to talk him. Instead she changed into her pj's and then slipped into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth.

She had just finished drying her face and went to grab the toner in the medicine cabinet when she hit the bag of cotton balls and sent them sailing to the trash barrel. She grabbed them and happened to look in the trash and saw it.

A condom wrapper. Opened.

She straightened and stared blankly inside the medicine cabinet.

So. Robb and Roslin had sex that night after all.

Tears stung her eyes and again she had to wonder why this mattered so goddamn much to her. Skipping the toner, she brushed her teeth quickly, and went down to her bed. Robb called out to her from the living room but she ignored him again and nearly slammed her door shut. She locked it again and sat down on her bed, angry that Robb had slept with Roslin and frustrated because she didn't know why it mattered.

Before she finally fell asleep though, she did know one thing for certain: she and Harry were going to have sex.

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The sound of the smoke detector woke Sansa with a jolt. In the next second she coughed as smoke surrounded her, choking her, and making it hard to breathe.

Fire! her mind screamed. I've got to get everyone out!

She attempted to push off her covers, but they were twisted around her legs and she had to unravel them. How many covers did she sleep with? Why wouldn't they budge?!

Finally, she managed to get them off and she fell when she attempted to stand up. She looked up and the door was so far away she could barely make it out.

"Sansa! Help! Sansa!" Arya. Arya was screaming for her. She sounded so anguished, so much in pain. Sansa managed to get to her feet and she broke into a run to the door.

"Sansa! It hurts!" Her father.

"Help me!" Bran.

A blood curling scream that sounded like one of Rickon's blood curling screams.

"Sansa, we can't breathe!" Her mother.

Sansa tried to shout to them, to let them know that she was coming but no sound came out.

Finally she made it to the door. She kept trying to open the door, pulling and pulling and pulling on it while sweat poured down her face and the smoke curled and billowed around her. Her family screamed again and again for her.

When she managed to get the door open she found Robb standing a distance away. She opened her mouth to scream to him, but no sound came out. She tried to run only to find her feet were trapped in mud and she couldn't move. No matter how hard she tried to run to him, she couldn't. No matter how hard she tried to scream, nothing came out.

Tears ran down her face, smoke filled her lungs. The screams of her mother, father, Arya, Bran, and Rickon filled her ears.

She felt the fire at her back. Soon, she would burn.

She watched, helpless, as Roslin came up to Robb and wrapped her arms around him. They kissed and Robb walked away, never even glancing her way while Sansa's attempts to cry out were drowned out by that of her family.

"Robb! Robb!"

The sound of Sansa screaming woke Robb up. He sat up and scrambled out of the bed.

"Help! Help me! Robb!"

Robb barreled down the hall, nearly knocking into the wall as he burst into Sansa's room. He flicked the light out and found her sitting up in bed, clawing at her covers. Tears streamed down her face.

He ran over to her and sat down facing her. He gripped her arms. "Sansa!"

"We're burning! You have to help us!" she screamed. "Don't leave!"

"Sansa!" Robb shouted and shook her. "You're having a dream! Come back to me, sweetheart, come back to me."

Her screams stopped and she sobbed, sounding almost as though she was choking. "I can't breathe," she gasped. "I can't breathe."

Robb took her face in his hands and brought her face close to his. "Sansa, look at me. Sansa!"

Her eyes focused on him and she gasped. "Robb."

"Sweetheart, breathe, honey. Breathe for me. In and out, okay? I'm here. I'm here."

"You—you won't leave—leave m-me?"

"Never, Sansa, never. I'll never leave you. I love you. Focus on me, sweetheart, focus on me, okay? You had a dream. It was just a dream."

"No it wasn't," she sobbed. "They're dead. They're all dead."

Robb wrapped his arms around her and pulled her onto his lap. He held her tight as she sobbed into his shoulder. He rocked her, stroked her hair, and murmured to her that he loved her, that he would never leave her, and that he needed her always. And he cried along with her.

When she finally quieted, and only hiccups caused little tremors to course through her, Robb moved her onto the bed. She clutched at him, tears in her eyes. "Don't go."

"I won't," he said as he crawled into the bed beside her. She burrowed into him, still sniffling.

After a long while she began to speak. "I dreamt I woke up and the house was burning," she murmured. "I was home in my bed. There was so much smoke and I heard them all screaming for me to help them. I couldn't get out of the bed. I couldn't move. Then I managed to get off all the covers and I fell on the floor and the door was so far away. I ran and I ran and they were screaming for me to help them." She started to cry again, her grip on him grew tighter.

"Ssshh….Sshhh…" Tears coursed down Robb's face as he held her and stroked her hair.

"I made it to the door and I couldn't open it. I tried and I tried and I couldn't. And then I did and you were standing there, but you didn't see me. I kept trying to call to you and you couldn't hear me. No sound was coming out of me and all I could hear was Mom and Dad and Arya and Bran and Rickon screaming for help. Roslin came up to you and kissed you and you walked away…I screamed for you and you kept going…and then I started to burn."

"Stop," Robb ground out. "Just stop." He leaned back and looked at her, her blue eyes full of tears. His eyes were wet, too. "I will never leave you. I will never abandon you. You are my entire world, Sansa. Do you understand that? I need you. I will always need you."

She nodded and he pressed a kiss to her forehead; he let his lips linger there longer than needed. "I love you, Sansa," he said hoarsely, and realized that he just might mean that on another level.

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