I know Gregor was being 'nice' in the last chapter...but my friend made me fall for him..I blame her..DARN YOU MEG. Anyways, here is some more sansa/gregor, tarrent confronts Sandor, and maybe some more from people in Braavos! I am skipping ahead only a week or so in this one.

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You're mine

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Sandor had been riding with Jon and the others from the Wall for a week with no luck in finding Sansa and his brother. They came upon a small campfire outside of the Neck and they would soon be reaching halfway through the woods of the Neck. Jon assured Sandor that they would soon find her, no matter how long it took and Sandor always wondered how he could be so calm. They were heading onto the second week of searching when Sandor became annoyed at the boy, Tarrent.

Whenever they stopped, the boy would be near him, talking on and on about nothing he cared about. He tried to ignore him, but on this day, things would change. Sandor sat alone, sharping and cleaning his sword near Stranger when Tarrent walked over holding a pile of wood in his hands. Sandor watched from the corner of his eye as the boy dropped them and then sat next to him, watching him clean the sword.

"Where did you get a sword like that?"

Sandor sighed and growled, "Kings Landing. I received it after becoming the shield for the prince." Tarrent nodded and continued to watch, which Sandor could sense, so he stopped and looked at him, "Do you want something?" Tarrent shook his head, "How did you become shield to the prince?" Sandor put his sword in its sheath and groaned,

"Why are you asking all of these questions?"

Jon stopped as he walked through the trees and watched the confrontation from behind them so he would not be seen.

Tarrent shrugged, "I just want to know more about you. I've heard so many stories about you from soldiers and my mother-" Sandor stood and walked to Stranger as he asked, "Why do you keep mentioning your mother to me? I don't know you and I doubt I know your mother." As he placed his cleaning tools inside his satchel on Strangers saddle, Tarrent stood and walked to him, "No, you don't know me, but you do know my mother. She told me stories about you when I was growing up. Stories about how you loved to kill and-"

"I'll tell you what I tell every other growing boy; killing is the sweetest thing there is in this world. Without it, there would be very bad men in this world."

He turned and looked down at the boy, noticing the color of his hair and his eyes for the first time since he met, he looks like my mother, Sandor thought. Sandor stared down at him for another moment before he finally growled, "Listen close, boy. Killing will get you far in life as long as you know how to do it. Learn soon and fast, for if you don't, you'll be found in a shallow grave soon."

Tarrent frowned and was becoming angry, "Why are you so cruel?" Sandor chuckled, "Cruel? I'm honest." He passed Tarrent, but did not get far before he felt the boy grab his arm, "You are getting bold, boy."

"Exactly, I am a boy! I am not yet a man and I have grown up without a father. My mother died when I was six years old and I have traveled from family to family since then. She once told me that I would meet my father one day and he would accept me, but now I know she lied. Hear I stand, trying to tell the man who helped create me that I am his son, but you care about killing more than me!"

Jon remained where he was hidden and watch Sandor look at Tarrent with shock open his face. Sandor growled and grabbed Tarrent by the arms, shaking him, "You are lying! I never met your mother! You're a liar, boy!"

Tarrent tried to pull away as he yelled, "It's not a lie! You ruined my life! I never had a father to teach me to sword fight or ride a horse! You fucked my mother in a brothel in Kings Landing and then left her, never coming back again. You left her with a son in her belly and nothing but that to live for! You knew she could have your child! She told me she was the only one you ever went to while there."

It was then that Sandor remembered the woman he was speaking of. She was a young girl of ten and six with dark brown hair and eyes of green. Young, but experienced, the girl was a whore at one of the many brothels just inside the territory of Kings Landing. Sandor frequented the brothel and she was the only one he would go to. That was ten years ago when he was just ten and nine and cared nothing for women.

Now, standing before him, was a ten year old boy who acted old for his age. He was tall with brown hair that was down to his ears, his eyes were gray and Sandor could start to see a bit of himself in him. Sandor finally breathed out, "My son? You're my son?" Tarrent nodded, his cheeks wet with tears he had been keeping in for such a long time. What was unexpected for both of them was when Sandor reached forward and pulled them boy to him, holding him close as he yelled out,

"I have a son!"

He grabbed Tarrent's face in his hands and had him look at him, "How could I not see it? You look like my mother, boy. You have her eyes and mine. For fucks sake, if I knew-"

"If you knew, would it have made a difference?"

Both of them looked back and saw Jon walking out from the woods, "Would you have raised him?" Sandor shook his head, "I wouldn't have been able to, but I would have tried to help him." Sandor looked away from Jon and back at Tarrent, "I thought-I mean- I don't know what to do." Tarrent shook his head, "I don't want anything from you, but you to be proud of me as I grow. I just want you to teach me like a father should." Sandor said nothing as Tarrent backed away and out of his arms, "I have more reasons to hate you more than anyone else in Westeros, but I find myself daring to believe that you would want to be my father."

Jon had already gone, leaving the two alone and Sandor walked to Tarrent, "The truth is, had I known then that you were my son, I would have left you and your mother alone, but today, I will treat you as my son."

Tarrent ran to his fathers arms again and hugged him, "You are no longer a bastard boy, Tarrent. You are a Clegane. Will you help me bring your future mother home?" His son looked up at him and nodded, "Anywhere you go, I will follow."

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In the two weeks they have traveled, Sansa and her captor, Gregor, have gotten into arguments, physical altercations, resulting in him hitting her in the leg with his sword, leaving a bruise. Still, Sansa stayed strong and sat up the horse like the Lady she was. Her face remained clean of any marks now, as he did not hit her in the face anymore, but her legs hurt from bruising and riding her horse for hours and hours.

When they finally stopped, Gregor decided they would all sleep in an inn. Most of the guards would sleep in the stables while Sansa, Gregor, and a select few would sleep inside. It was that night that Sansa would never forget for as long as she lived.

They had just settled in and were about to eat a meal. Several of the guards sat around the inn bar as Sansa and Gregor sat at the table. They began to eat and soon, Gregor stood, "I need wine. Stay here!" He left her alone at the table and as Sansa ate, she watched another man who was not in their party walk up to him, point to Sansa and laugh, and then Gregor head butted him. The man did not fight back, but try to explain himself as the guards were coming around him, then hell broke loose. Sansa stood from the table and a guard grabbed her arm, "You need to go upstairs, my Lady."

She watched on as Gregor lifted a man in the air and threw him against the wall and she mumbled, "Why does he always have to fight someone?"

The guard helped her up the stairs during the fight and the guard chuckled, "He is the Mountain, my Lady, he has a reputation." He brought her into a room and left her there. An hour later, Gregor came up to the room and slammed the door shut behind him. Sana had been sitting on the bed, falling asleep, but she woke at the sound of him entering. He looked at her, "Right mess you got us in." Sansa frowned,

"I did not start that fight!"

"Aye, you did."

She stood from the bed, "How?" Sansa had just noticed his forehead was bleeding and she flinched as he roughly tried to clean it and explain, "They saw you, thought you were a whore, said some words, and I had to shut them up." Sansa grabbed the rag from him and sighed as she wet it in the water basin,

"You do not have to keep doing that. I wish I could know why you do. Sit down."

He did as she said and when she got close, he grabbed her wrist, "Why do you want to help me if all I do is hurt you? I am your captor, you should not be helping me." Sansa smirked and began to clean his forehead, "Because unlike most girls my age, I know how to survive." Gregor smirked, "So you become kind to the man who had kidnapped you and who could rape you at any moment." Sansa's breath caught in her throat as he said that and because she was standing in front of him, he grabbed her waist with his large hands and pulled her closer. Sansa stopped cleaning his forehead and whispered, "Don't-"

"Shut up."

She did as he said and watched him just stare at her stomach before his eyes traveled to her breasts. He went to reach up, but Sansa backed away, "I will not let you touch me in such a manner while I am trying to help you. You may strike me all you want, but the only man who can touch me is Sandor." Gregor stood from the chair and laughed, "What do you think will happen to you when I give you to the Queen? She'll let her guards rape you until you are near death and remove your head from your shoulders. I can be more gentle."

Sansa turned away and began to ash out the rag she held as she thought of Sandor. She knew that he was trying to find her, but how could he when they would reach Kings Landing within the next two weeks? She would be doomed t die then for crimes she did not commit. Sansa turned and looked at Gregor, "I would take my chances with 100 of her men than you. You are bringing me to my death and all you care for is raping me and receiving your payment for such. You confused me, Ser. You kill any man who speaks ill of me, but in the end want to rape me."

She saw him becoming angry and she whispered, "Leave me alone."

So he did. Gregor picked up a glass and threw it at the wall before leaving the room, and leaving Sansa to cry for Sandor. As Gregor sat downstairs, he had begun to think of if he was truly willing to give the girl over to Cersei. Sansa reminded him of Megena, his second wife, who had survived him, but also who he ultimately killed. Hours later, when it was dark and the inn was asleep, Gregor drunkenly made his way up the steps and back to the room, taking a seat in front of the bed. He sat in the chair, watching Sansa sleep as he finally decided; the girl would be his.

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Tywin Lannister growled as he slammed shut a book, "They have still not consummated the marriage! What is the girl waiting for? For three weeks they have slept in the same chambers. Why is she not doing it?" Cersei chuckled, "Perhaps she believes that Tommen will throw himself onto her in the middle of the night? The girl is more foolish than that Sansa Stark." Father and daughter exchange and he mumbled,

"Your Mountain has not contacted you about her, has he?"

Cersei shook her head, "Not yet. But believe me, he will soon. I know if there is one person that can find her, it is him." Tywin stood from his desk and snorted, "There are two people I can think of that can find her; Gregor and his brother." He shook his head, "Deal with the Queen and have her consummate this marriage, or I will make sure she does not sit next to him as his Queen."

He left the room and when he did, Cersei pulled out a small bottle from her pocket, looking at it with a smile, "Oh, I plan on handling it."

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Andddd that is the end of that. I know most of you will think Gregor is being too soft on her, but in reality, with my storyline and adding my friends character Megena into this...he sees Megena in Sansa, which is softening him up. He loved Megena. And Sansa is the second Megena. What do you think Cersei is going to do? Remember the chapter two chapters ago? Hmmm..