"Sansa, unlock your door!" Sandor pounded at the doors of her chambers. Arya stood behind him, the bodies of the men they fought splayed on the floor around them.

"Sansa?" Sandor waited and when he didn't get a response he began to slam his shoulder against the door. "Something's not right" He continued to smash his shoulder into the door until the hinges finally gave in, the door falling hard to the ground.

Sandor quickly stepped in and looked around, "Sansa?" His eyes caught sight of the shattered glass on the ground. "Something has happened… be prepared wolf-girl"

Arya stepped in behind him, holding tight to her sword as she looked around. As Sandor examined the room she moved towards the washroom and let out a loud gasp. "Hound!"

Sandor quickly ran in and let out a groan, Sansa's handmaiden, Tyina, was on the floor in a pool of her own blood. "She's still breathing…"

Arya quickly moved to kneel beside her, a fresh dagger wound in her stomach. "Tyina, what happened?" She quickly began to tend to her wounds as the handmaiden looked to them weakly.

"A man… black cloak… took the lady" She then looked to Sandor, "wardrobe…" Her eyes then slowly closed as she lost consciousness.

"Stay here wolf-girl..." Sandor quickly moved from the washroom towards Sansa's wardrobe. Everything inside seemed normal. He moved her dresses to the side, letting his hands feel against the walls until he noticed a crack that should not have been there. Examining it closer he growled, "Secret passage." He then furiously searched for a way to open in. And by some miracle found a small lever down on the ground that opened it.

Grabbing his sword he ran into the tunnel, "hold on little bird, I'm coming."

…..

Sansa slowly woke, though she still felt as if her head was spinning. "What was in that tea?" She looked around, realizing she was being carried. She suddenly let out a scream as she tried to wiggle out of the man's arms.

"Careful my lady…" The man whispered as his grip tightened around her. He was carrying her bridal style, though the dark cloak he wore and the darkness of the tunnels made it impossible for her to see his face.

"Who are you? What do you want from me?" She still struggled in his grasp, though he held tightly to her, the effects of the Essence of Nightshade made her weak.

"All in due time my sweet Lady, you are still weak." His arms adjusted slightly so that he could gain a tighter grip on her. "Do not fear, no harm will come to you, I give you my word."

Sansa looked up at the dark figures face, "how do I know you are speaking the truth? I do not know who you are, or where you are taking me!" She then tried to look around the tunnels, eventually catching a glance out a small window they passed. "We're still in Casterly Rock…"

The man let out a small chuckle, "very observant my lady. Yes, we are in one of the many hidden tunnels. Only a few of us know of these tunnels." He then looked down at her as she continued to furiously look around, "you're scared, that is normal. Of course you cannot trust me, a strange man who took you while you slept. But if your sweet handmaiden could trust me, then I am sure you can too."

Sansa's eyes widened as she looked up to him, "Tyina? She helped you?"

The man laughed, "In a fashion, she did not do anything to stop me. Though had she tried, she may have found a dagger in her stomach." He then grinned, remembering how Tyina explained she would make it look as if she struggled. "A very loyal handmaiden you have, but she cannot fight, you surely did not expect her to die for you."

Sansa sighed a bit, "Please tell me you did not hurt her."

He shook his head slightly, "no my lady, I left her unharmed." He then moved to let Sansa stand to her feet. Quickly he moved though, to tie her hands together. The rope long enough so he could hold onto it as they walked. "I am sure my lady wishes to walk?"

Sansa looked down at her wrists, "I'd prefer to be back in my own room!"

"And one day you shall, when things are back where they belong…"

Sansa looked at him, stopping in her tracks. His voice had seemed so familiar, though she could tell he was trying to deepen his voice. "Why won't you show me your face?"

The sound of armor clanging from behind them kept the man from answering, "No time." He quickly grabbed Sansa, throwing her over his shoulder as he began to run with her.

"Sandor!" She screamed out, hoping it was him she heard from behind them.

…..

He could hear echoes through the passage ways, somehow he managed to follow them. He could hear his little bird's voice. Once he realized he was on the right track, Sandor began to run, the sound of Sansa screaming his name only caused him to run faster.

"I'm coming little bird!" He continued to run towards her voice as she continued to scream for him, he could hear her struggling, knowing whoever had her was trying to keep her from escaping.

Because of her struggles, Sandor was able to catch up to them. His sword drawn he looked to the man who still had his back to them. Sansa looked up and let out a gasp, "Sandor!"

The cloaked man stopped running, turning around to see the Hound standing behind him. He kept Sansa over his shoulder, his arms holding tight to her as she struggled to get free. "What a good dog, did you smell your way to us?"

Sandor growled out, moving closer to them. "Put the girl down!"

The man let out a laugh as he slowly lowered Sansa to her feet, though he held tightly to the ropes that were tied to her. "Do you really think you are worthy of her dog? Do you really believe the Lannister army would bow to you?"

Sandor looked at Sansa who stood between the two of them, her eyes never leaving his. "No, I am not worthy of her, no man is."

"That is true." The man pulled the ropes, causing Sansa to crash into his chest. "Such a beauty, she should be worshipped by all." He then reached up and stroked her cheek, his hand was missing. In its place, a golden hand.

"Ser Jaime?" Sansa looked up at him horrified as he slowly lowered the hood of his cloak.

"My sweet lady, I swore you my sword. I would never harm you, but my men and I will not stand by and watch you give yourself to the dog." He looked to the Hound, anger in his eyes. "I did not kill my father just so that you could have her!"

Sansa let out a gasp at his words, "you killed Lord Tywin?" She tried to pull away from him but he held her firmly.

"He did not deserve you, he was trying to use you to replace my mother…" He tilted his head, "my mother was beautiful, but nothing in comparison to you."

"Enough sweet talk! Let her go Kingslayer!" Sandor moved forward, brandishing his sword. "We finish this here, now!"

Jaime grinned, watching as Sandor neared them. "Your dog wishes to fight me, the finest soldier in all of Westeros." He then leaned down and kissed Sansa's forehead before pushing her behind himself. "If death is what you want dog, I will gladly give it to you." He then pulled his sword from its sheath and moved forward. "I may have lost my sword hand, but I fight all the same."

Without warning, Jaime launched himself at Sandor, his sword coming down hard. In one quick motion, Sandor jumped backwards, using his own sword to block the blow. His sword lifting to swing to the side of Jaime. Rage fueling him as their swords clashed against one another. The blows were so hard sparks would fly each time the two swords would hit one another.

Sansa furiously worked at the ropes that were around her wrist, she wouldn't just stand there and wait. She had to find something to help Sandor.

"She will be mine hound! Either you kneel to me or you die!" Jaime managed to slice the side of Sandor's arm, causing Sandor to let out a groan of pain.

"The only man who will die is you Kingslayer!" Sandor lifted his sword, letting it fall hard on top of Jaime's. "If you think I will let you lay another finger on her…" His sword lifted again as he swung harder. His fury showing as he continued to swing, the motions he made reminded Sansa of her brother Robb chopping wood.

"She is a free woman, she will marry for love, no matter what you want!" Sandor let his sword swing down once again, this time the metal of Jaime's sword giving out, letting Sandor's sword come down hard into Jaime's shoulder. A mirror of his battle with Lord Beric, though there would be no priest to resurrect Jaime.

Slowly he pulled his sword from Jaime's lifeless body and moved to Sansa, pulling a dagger out to cut the ropes from her wrists. "Are you alright little bird?"

She looked up at him, tears filling her eyes. "He didn't hurt me."

Sandor stroked her cheek gently, "I thought I had lost you again…" His eyes showed a sadness in them as he looked down at her.

Sansa looked at him, suddenly wrapping her arms around his neck as she pressed her lips hard to his.

His eyes widened a moment before he dropped his weapons, wrapping his arms around her delicate waist to hold her close. His eyes closing as he enjoyed the feel of her soft lips against his. He would not give her up, this was what he wanted, and he would fight to keep his little bird.

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(((Writers block is a bitch! That's all I have to say! Lol)))

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