Hey all. So I got a review asking me to put a little warning/disclaimer at the front of my story letting people know that it dealt with rape and pregnancy. I'm so, so sorry if I caused any undue distress to my readers, it was definitely not my intention and I should have done that right off the bat. I have it on the first chapter now, so thank you for letting me know that.

This one is dedicated to a reviewer that, while did not leave the most positive review (don't get me wrong, I have plenty of issues with what she did say, but this is not the time nor place) did do their best to offer helpful critique, and definitely did it in a way that meant to be encouraging, not mean at all. Which I absolutely appreciated : ) And don't be silly! You're allowed to sign your name without fear of retaliation!

On with it…

Sansa breathed just as hard as Sandor, not knowing how to approach him. What could she say after she'd hurt him so badly? After he'd still come after her and saved her yet again? None of her words could ever make up for that. Not that he'd want to hear your chirping anyway. She was still contemplating this when he grunted and reached for his side again.

"Sandor you're hurt" she rushed to his side to examine it, but he jerked out of her grasp and stood up.

"It's fine." He said gruffly while walking away from her. He turned his back on her, but at least he wasn't shaking anymore. His back was to her as she slowly approached.

"Please? Just let me look," she said reaching for the hand that covered his wound.

He scoffed at her and hit her hand away. "It's a damn scratch, are you a fucking maester now, girl?" She flinched at his harsh tone, but held her ground.

"No, but I can sew." She reached for the hand again, and he didn't stop her this time. She could feel his eyes on her as she pulled the dirty fabric away to examine his wound, but she didn't dare look at his face. She was almost fearful of what she would find there. As usual when she was nervous, she started talking.

"I used to stitch Arya up. When she hurt herself and didn't want to get in trouble with Maester Luwin, she came to me," she said as she worked. The cut wasn't so deep that he'd be in danger. A simple cleaning and few stitches would do the trick. He grunted when she told him as much, and waited as she tore off clean pieces of her dress to make a temporary bandage for him. She worked in silence for a while until he spoke.

"I'll take you wherever you want." She looked up at him now, but his eyes were on the ground, in the trees, and anywhere but her face. "I'll get you safely anywhere you want. Then you never have to see me again."

"Sandor…"

"Just pick somewhere, Little Bird, and I'll take ya." She couldn't find words to say to him, none that would fix what she had done. But perhaps the truth would suffice.

"I don't want you to leave me." He scoffed at her again.

"Gregor's not here to catch you now, you'll be safe away from me, just like you wanted."

"I lied!" She blurted out. His eyes snapped up to hers, clearly not believing her. He continued, practically shouting now, "He said I had to take money from you, I didn't even want to go up there! And then you were there and I had to keep you away from him, otherwise he would have killed you and…and I had to protect you!"

He hadn't moved throughout her entire rambling, even as tears were streaming down her cheeks. But suddenly he came forward and grabbed her by the shoulders.

"When did my brother find you, Sansa?"

"I…I went for a walk in the village. He must have been tracking us for a while."

"What the fuck were you doing walking without me!" he screamed while pushing her back a little. She didn't answer, only continued to cry. Sandor paced in front of her, his eyes glancing from her to the body on the ground. This was not going the way she anticipated. But at the very least he deserved the truth now.

"I never wanted to leave. I just…I couldn't let him hurt you anymore."

"So you willingly went with him?" he said, that disbelieving look in his eyes. She just nodded and he shook his head.

"That is such bullshit. Why would you do that?

"I just told you!"

"To protect me? I can take care of myself girl!" He was shouting in her face now.

"I couldn't take the chance! You have to be alive. I love you! I…I don't know how to live in a world where you don't exist…" he was looking at her with a incomprehensible look now.

"What did you say?" she didn't need to ask which part he meant.

"I love you," she whispered looking directly into his eyes. A look of pure anger crossed his face now as he gripped her shoulders almost painfully.

"Do. Not. Lie to me." He said in a whisper as he pushed her away again. The tears started down her cheeks again, but she was determined to make him believe it. Be a wolf.

"I'm not lying," she said in a much clearer, albeit desperate, voice.

He shook his head, turning his back on her now. "I just killed the biggest monster you know. You think you love me now." He turned back on her. "But you love my sword and my cock, that's all."

She just stared at him in disbelief. How could he possibly think that?

"Of course I love how much you protect us, but I love you for your honesty, and how you make me stronger, and how you help people without wanting any recognition, and…" she could keep going, she really could. He was looking at her almost like he refused to believe her. She approached him, getting so close that her stomach was pressed against him.

"When I'm with you I'm the person I want to be." He didn't answer her for a long time, but he held her gaze. Maybe he's starting to believe me. She could hope.

"You don't love me, Little Bird," he said in a pained voice, his gaze dropping down from hers. She was frustrated now.

"Prove it"

A split second passed before his hands were on the sides of her face and his mouth covered hers.

Ooh, I'm getting to like this whole "cliffhanger" business : )