She watched him as his world fell around him. Watched as his Labyrinth collapsed around him refusing to offer him any protection. Watched as everything he hurt her and her brother for fell apart.

She watched as The Labyrinth fixed itself, filling it's cracks seamlessly. Repairing all the damage two centuries of neglect after civil war will bring. She watched as the Labyrinth purred with new life, restored to it's former glory.

She watched as he fell in agony, stripped of all power he fought and killed for, plotted and schemed for. She watched as the power flew through the air, arching towards the ceiling before crashing down towards her.

She felt the surge of energy, the new life the Labyrinth was offering her in repayment for doing the same for her. She felt her senses expand, filling every inch of the Labyrinth. She could feel every creature and soul that lived within her Labyrinth.

Her Labyrinth.

She dimly realized her eyes were closed, with what felt like an enormous effort she opened them the blinding light of the room filling her senses.

Petyr was on his knees, staring at her with wide eyes. They were filled with fear, the green shining brighter than before in those storm grey eyes. She moved, stumbled as she came to realize she was standing. Sansa placed a hand on her head, the power pounding against the skull as it tried to fit the entirety of the Labyrinth in her.

After a minute of silence, the pounding lessened to the point where she could function. Her eyes once again found Petyr who was still on his knees, wonder now beside the fear he displayed.

"You're perfect" , She knew he whispered it but it sounded like he screamed it right in her ears. She almost fell to her knees clutching her ears in pain before the deafening noise silenced as he waited for her. Belatedly she knew he went through the same exact thing when he gained control.

"Why does it hurt so much?" It came out more like a cry then a question as she looked at Petyr with pleading eyes for an explanation. She watched as he painfully stood up and tried to make his way to her.

She held her hand out, stopping him where he stood. " Explain… from there."

His mouth curled into that annoying smirk, his hands moving to clasp in front of him as he tried to regain some confidence and control over the situation, despite just being dethroned. " You are a queen, Sansa."

Her eyes grew wide, trying to take in everything at once. "What." It came out a little more than a whisper.

"A Queen, my sweetling." He took a calculated step towards her, his mouth twitching upwards when she didn't chastise him for it. She was too distracted with what the Labyrinth had done to her.

" I... " The teen paused, wide eyes pivoting towards her little brother. This wasn't what she wanted. " I wanted to go home." She finished lamely, knowing that even if she went home she wouldn't be the same.

" I know, Sansa." He took another step towards her, closer then he should be. She almost told him to back up again, but she needed to know why this happened. " I know more than anyone that that's what you wanted." She shifted, suddenly uncomfortable with how intensely he was staring at her. " But that's not what she wanted."

" That … That doesn't explain why it feels like someone is shoving themselves into my head!"

Petyr sighed, almost rolling his eyes at her before he stopped himself. " Because she is. The Labyrinth and all her consciousness is now a part of you."

"Why?"

" Because with Cat's beauty and my mind, she thinks you will be unstoppable."

She was silent for a moment, shakily making her way to her baby brother, watching as his eyes lit up at the sight of her. Tenderly, she smiled back at him, one finger playing with his closing and opening hand. " I don't have your mind." She finally stated, still smiling at Rickon.

" But you do, sweetling. You are brilliant beyond compare."

Sansa looked up at him, her eyes cold. "And that is why I don't have your mind."

She watched as his ever present smirk faltered. What did he think he was going to accomplish, flattering her so much. Did he think she'd forgive him for absolutely everything he put her and her brother through?

" Careful Sansa, I have-"

" Yes, yes, You have been kind up until now. But you haven't! Yes you saved me, but you saved me from a demise you orchestrated! Yes you rewrote time, but did I ask you to? No! I asked for my brother! That's all I've asked you for!" She stood up, letting go of her brother's tiny hand. " I didn't know you existed till a few hours ago, how was I to know you would take Rickon? And when I tried to fix my mistake?! You threw it in my face that i was being selfish! Selfish for wishing someone I thought was fictional would take a screaming baby away! " She took a step towards him, enjoying it a little too much when he stumbled backwards for a second. " Do you think I'm called selfish for asking Dumbledore to take him away?" She questioned with venom dripping from her voice.

With a sigh, she rubbed the bridge of her nose and moved back to her brother. Picking him up, she smiled again before talking to the ex-king again. " Not that I'm not thankful. I have grown more in these last hours then I could have wished anywhere else. I learned more than I should… " She trailed off, cooing briefly at Rickon than looking at Petyr. He held a curious glint in his eyes she wished he didn't have.

" And what have you learned?"

" I learned the dark isn't something to be afraid of. The light holds more dangers. I learned that hounds are loyal and spiders give the best advice. I learned that handsome faces usually hold ugly souls. And I learned…"

"Yes?"

" I learned I loved you." Her blue eyes held his, refusing to let him go. She watched as he took in a deep breath, letting it go as soon as he took it in. She tried to ignore the lion's scream she heard ricocheting through her head. Seemed the Labyrinth didn't want her forgetting either, but for a different reason.

" But I also learned you are dangerous. Far more dangerous than one creature should be. No more Kings, Petyr." His eyes grew wide for a second, understanding her veiled words.

"As you wish, Sweetling."

They felt it, the world falling apart before fixing itself.

Varys shared a look with Sandor, unsure what it meant. It should not have fixed itself. She should have fallen apart and stayed that way till a new ruler came about. They should be swimming through a dark fog unsure which way was up or down.

Instead they were still together, all of them standing aimlessly waiting for...something.

Brienne shifted Tyrion, the small goblin grumbling about being moved before he cut himself short, a small gasp escaping him.

The spider turned to him, eyebrow raised at Brienne who shrugged. Looking down at him they both noticed tears forming at the corner of his eyes, a wide smile in his face.

" She did it.' He whispered, eyes flickering all over the room. His smile grew wider, a laugh bubbling from within his small frame. " She did it!" He yelled, startling his warrior chaperone. He continued laughing maniacally, even causing Bronn to question his sanity.

"Tyrion…" Varys started slowly not wanting to set off the goblin.

"My eyes, Varys!' He shouted, still laughing. His head whipped to the spider, eyes shining with joy. Within seconds his friend finally got it, understanding why the small goblin was crying with mirth.

Varys looked down on his own hand, toying with his fingers before a smile graced his own face, a tiny huff of laughter escaping him. " My gods, she did it."

"Sansa!"

Her head slowly moved up, catching her friends burst into the very room she sat. Mutely she watched them fill in, Sandor at the lead with a bright toothy grin on his scarred face.

"Hello" It was an emotionless greeting, the events of the night weighing on her at last. She wanted to hug each of them, even Podrick who still looked like he thought everything in the room would hurt him. But she felt if she moved she might actually collapse.

"Little bird, how the hell did you manage?" The hound questioned with the grin still on his face, taking a step towards the girl. Her eyes flickered from her first friend to Varys and Tyrion, who now moved under his own will power. She gave a tired smile knowing they were finally as they wished.

"With her." Sansa patted the wall nearby affectionately despite being forced into this position. " She didn't let me go, instead she let him go."

"Where is he, Lady Sansa."

Her eyes moved to the warrior, her one hand placed on the sword at her hip. Sansa couldn't tell whether or not she meant Rickon or Petyr. Maybe both.

" Gone." She answered shortly, answering working for both.

"Close, sweetling. I was gone." Sighing the queen looked over her shoulder, glaring at the small bird on the top of her chair. He could've kept quiet. It would have worked better for the both of them till she had the energy to explain.

" Petyr, shut up."

"As you wish." he answered, causing Sansa to roll her eyes again before she turned her back on the bird once again to look at her friends.

Sandor stood wide eyed, eyes glued on the silver and green bird above her head. Varys was shaking his head in what she took as disappointment. Brienne was gripping her sword harder, knuckles now as white as Podrick's face. Tyrion was grinning wider than what she thought possible Bronn, well it was Bronn, she wasn't entirely sure he cared about the going on's in the room.

"What?" She snapped at them, hurt at their hurt. It was the Labyrinth's idea, not her's. The Labyrinth told her about what he did to Jamie and Cersei, she only did the same as per her request.

"Lady Sansa, a bird?"

" A mockingbird."

"Fitting." Sandor commented with a grin, eyes still glued on the once King.

"Thank you," Sansa smiled at Sandor, appreciative that someone thought it just. Petyr was lucky he was even alive, though that might be why the rest were angry. All except Tyrion.

"So what are you now?" It was Tyrion, his eyes meeting Sansa's with a glint of joy.

"A Queen."

"Damn straight." Sandor again. God it was seconds since they last saw each other but she had missed his wit more than anything. She smiled at him again, wider and more sincere then before.

"Queen Sansa, then?" The spider asked,one eyebrow raised, the previous disappointment gone from his face.

No, not for them. Never for them. " Just Sansa, Varys. Please."

He smiled back at her a sad smile which refused to met his eyes. She was used to such smiles around Petyr, which made it hurt all the more coming from him.

Shakily she stood, ignoring the fluttering of the bird above her. She felt like her legs were made of lead, her entire body resisting movement till she was standing up fully once again.

"I control the Labyrinth now. Or she controls me, I'm not sure how it works… but I don't think I could do either without you guys. Please, I need you all to help me rule." She realized she was pleading with them, but she was hurting in more ways than one. She needed them like the Labyrinth needed her.

Varys was the first to speak ,"La- Sansa, I am with you."

Tyrion next to him nodded enthusiastically, grinning as he looked at Petyr. " Anything to have one over on Petyr."

"Sandor?"

He was quiet, looking curiously from Sansa to the silver bird. She couldn't read his face, fear gripping her like a vice. What if he said no? What if he left her? She couldn't think of her first friend leaving her for taking the spot of both their tormentor.

Suddenly his face broke out into the same grin he walked in with, breaking her fear apart. "Fuck the King."

She ignored the shocked "rude!" from the bird above her, smiling back at her friend. She had her friends and their love and that's all she needed.