I have no idea if she's gotten a dedication yet, and I don't have the energy to go back and check. But mountaingem put a little bit of my story into her fabulous one, so she totally deserves it here. I'm so incredibly flattered and grateful for not only mountain gem, but all of you for thinking my story is actually worth something.

Also, I realize Sansa probably wouldn't swear...but she's been with Sandor for so long and is 7 months pregnant, something is bound to slip out! Plus I just love the image :)

"Oh bugger that! It's been almost 7 months. If he hasn't found us by now, he won't"

Such a huge fucking argument over staying at an inn that evening, but Sandor couldn't help but chuckle at the mouth on his girl. He'd clearly been a bad influence on her. And he would be lying if he said her swearing at him didn't make his cock twitch a little bit.

They hadn't done anything physical in the last month—well, not sexual, anyway. He held her close at night, and put a hand on her belly whenever Catelyn was kicking. And she'd taken to doing odd little things like holding his hand and stroking his face. She also had the tendency to get a little…violent…when her pregnancy moods got the better of her. Rather than be put off by it, it struck him as funny and a step in the right direction—she wasn't hiding how she was feeling. And she explained to him in a moment of sanity that she would not be herself sometimes. So he generally just laughed through them and tried to dodge the occasional object she threw in his direction.

"Are you laughing at me?" she hissed at him while narrowing her eyes. Oh yes, better stay clear of her right now.

"Just admiring that mouth ya got," he drawled back. She froze where she was, her expression still murderous, before cracking a smile and chuckling as well. Sandor laughed along with her, but breathed a sigh of relief. The majority of the time he could make her smile, but there were those times that he said the absolutely wrong thing, and that's when he usually ended up with a scratch or two.

Strangely, she hadn't had many of her sexual moods lately. His own desire hadn't diminished a bit, and he couldn't quite silence that voice in his head that said she never really wanted you that way. But at the same time, he wanted her to be absolutely sure. So he stifled his groans and hid his evident arousal around her. Be the man she deserves. Her voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Sandor?" She said. Damnit, even saying his name brought him back to the night when she'd moaned it as she came…

"I realize I was being a little…abnormal before," crazy he thought to himself, "but really, its been so long. Could Joffrey really still be looking for us? If he ever was at all?" Sandor sighed to himself. He wanted nothing more than to give her a simple, safe life. But the facts remained.

"Little bastard was a little too much like my brother, Sansa. I took something that belonged to him." She tensed and looked crestfallen at the mention of Gregor. "I reckon he'll be wanting his things back, outta spite more than anything else."

Her shoulders fell, accepting what he was saying.

"But there's another town not too far off. One night couldn't kill us." It made him uneasy, as he remembered what happened the last time he put his guard down. But she was just so fucking tired all the time, and he was so weak when she looked at him like that…

They rode in relative silence until they reached the place, only stopping when Sansa had to stretch. Like it or not, pretty soon she wouldn't be able to ride anywhere. He had to figure out what to do then.

The tiny town looked deserted, save for the small rustlings behind the houses that proved folks were home. Maybe one night was all they would want in a place like this. He noticed pieces of parchment hanging from most of the buildings, that being the only other movement he could see. He carefully got off of Stranger and approached one of the signs. When he read the words on them, his heart stopped in his chest:

"King Joffrey murdered by his uncle, the Imp! Long live King Tommen!"

He didn't bother to read the rest—that headline was all he needed to know. He was in such shock that he didn't notice the little bird come up behind him until her hand was on his shoulder.

"What is it?" she asked almost fearing the answer. He had gone so tense as he read the sign…

He shrugged and gestured towards the door, "see for yourself."

As she read the words, her own heart stopped as well. She couldn't even place the myriad of emotions racing through her, but she knew what she felt when they finally settled.

"I'm free," she whispered with a smile grazing her features. She laughed out loud, "I'm free!" She was broken out of her revelry by a strong hand on her upper arm yanking her around.

"Are you mad, girl?"

"Sandor, don't you see? He's gone, we don't have to hide anymore. Tommen is King now!" His expression didn't waver; what on earth was wrong with him?

"Cersei is as good as King now. And she'll be in no hurry to do you any favors." Sansa's heart sank again. They were never going to be safe, were they? They would constantly be running as long as the Lannister's held sway at court. Try as she might, she couldn't find a way to escape the games at King's Landing.

Seemingly noticing her fallen expression, Sandor awkwardly let go and rubbed her shoulder.

"Let see if they have a place for us to stay, Little Bird."

Sansa barely noticed where he was leading her, she was so lost in her own thoughts. More than ever, she was determined to have the life she wanted. If not that than at least to keep them safe. If the chill in the air was anything to go by, they were far, far North of King's Landing by now. And no closer to safety than you were 7 months ago. Where could they possibly go to have any sort of life together.

The answer struck her so suddenly, and was so obvious, she was shocked she didn't realize it before. But would Sandor go along with it? On the one hand, he would do absolutely anything for her, of that she was quite certain. But on the other, he seemed perfectly content to keep her to himself, as was she. There was no guarantee that they wouldn't both be thrust back into the game they both despised. But logically, she had to admit it was the safest option, and her safety would outweigh any other doubts Sandor had.

She waited until they reached their room before she opened her mouth.

"I know what we should do."

He wasn't even sure she was still able to speak, she'd been quiet for so long. Hence his shock when she uttered those words after so long.

Shaking his head clear, he replied "about what?"

"I know where we should go, I mean." Well, this was the first time she'd offered up a suggestion. He merely gestured for her to continue.

"I think we should find my brother." Sandor froze, trying to quiet that annoying, taunting voice that was now saying See? She wants to be rid of you. Her brother's sure to do that for her. This was the greatest threat to his fragile relationship with her. If you can call it that.

"That's not the best…"

"Oh would you just let me finish!" she growled at him. Ah, he was wondering when her temper would reappear. She seemed to get a hold of herself as she continued.

"We're never going to be safe, not as long as Lannisters sit on the Iron Throne and we're on the run from them. We can't even stay in a village for longer than a few days. Within the month I'm not going to be able to ride at all, and I would rather be somewhere I feel safe resting my head than in a forest with only you to deliver her."

"And you think you'll be safe there?"

"As safe as I'll be anywhere in the Seven Kingdoms" she replied as snarkily as he had asked the question. Didn't she think he could keep her safe anymore? Did she trust her damn brother more than him? His expression must betrayed the hurt he felt, since her's softened as she reached up to touch his face.

"You can't hold off an entire army, not alone," she said as she reached up to stroke his face. "We'll be safest fighting with Robb." He had to admit the logic there, but how did he go about explaining his real fear?

"What is it?" she whispered up to his face.

He took a deep breath trying to gather his thoughts and explain to her. But how do you tell a girl that her brother stood to destroy the only happiness he'd ever wanted?

"What about the baby?"

Sansa's ministrations stopped as she looked up at him. "What about her? As far as my family knows I'm having my husband's child." Sandor looked at her in surprise. Did she really mean to introduce him as her husband? Even to her family? She chuckled at his expression. "What did you think I was going to tell them?"

He shrugged, trying not to look her in the face. That she was willing to be his wife in front of her family made his heart swell in emotion his barely understood. For once, he felt wanted, and that tormenting voice was miraculously silent. He managed a small laugh back at her.

"They're not going to be too pleased," he said as he pressed his forehead against hers.

"They don't really have much choice, do they?"

"He's the King of the North, Sansa," Sandor said pulling back to look at her. "He can annul any marriage he wants, even one with a child."

"I know that, Sandor. But I know my brother too. I have to believe it'll be alright."

Perhaps she could believe enough for the both of them.