Ramsay wasn't stupid, he knew Baelish would loop around and go straight back to the house but where would the fun be if he didn't give chase? What he'd not expected was Baelish finding the creek, it was at least a click from the house and he'd not thought Petyr could run that fast. The water had disorientated his dogs but it wouldn't last long, yes he knew where Baelish was going but Ramsay wanted to play his little game. Sure enough his snarling Rottweilers re-found Littlefinger's scent and followed quickly, stalking, hunting, Ramsay's sickening grin never faltered. He was going to enjoy making that red-headed whore watch as he gutted Baelish; maybe I'll make her a necklace from his intestine. He chuckled sinisterly.
The same garage door that Petyr had entered the first time stood open and Bolton's grin only grew knowing Baelish would soon be begging him to live, this is going to be fun! He rubbed his hands together with glee. Ramsay pushed the long sleeves of his dark grey-green t-shirt up to his elbows and tied the two jet black leashes tightly to the heavy garage door knowing they'd not be needed in the basement. The psychotically deranged bastard snickered to himself, opening the basement door he found it pitch black but he could still make out his new pet chained at the bottom of the stairs and found himself wondering where Baelish was hiding, because he had no doubt that Littlefinger was waiting to jump out and attempt an attack. Reek's probably out cold, I'll teach him his lesson later. Ramsay slithered down the light wooden stairs waiting for Petyr to jump out but he never did which surprised the dark-haired man a little, as soon as his foot hit the bottom step the basement door slammed shut sending a blast of cold air hurtling down the stairs where it hit Ramsay in the back of the head forcefully.
"You're not as smart as you think you are!" Petyr shouted through the door.
Anger surged through Bolton's body, rage heating his blood, Ramsay launched to the light switch at the bottom of the stairs and flicked it on. There was no surge of light like he'd have gotten in every other room, this was the basement and he only got the faint glow of orange from the single bulb in the middle of the room, it wasn't much but it did illuminate the person hanging from the chains; Roose Bolton's dead body.
"Hey Ramsay." Petyr shouted through the door, he could hear the smile in his voice. "How hungry do you think you're dogs are?"
Ramsay chuckled sadistically.
"There's nothing you can do to me, Baelish!" He yelled back up the stairs. "My dogs won't hurt me and as soon as I have them I'm breaking down the door and tearing your lungs out."
"We'll see about that shall we?!" Did Littlefinger just giggle? "Good luck!"
Suddenly the basement door opened and before Bolton could take even an inch towards the door high up the stairs his two Rottweilers came hurtling down towards him and the door slammed again. Ramsay's face grew serious when the two animals snarled and took steady steps closer, they couldn't possibility be thinking about hurting him? He owned them! Yet with a rumble in their stomachs and the scent of all that fresh blood he couldn't really be sure any longer.
"No." He said sternly filling his voice with as much authority as he could. "Obey your Master!"
The snarling grew louder and then all Petyr, Sansa and Theon could hear was screaming. Long agonising screams that had long forgotten words, the sound of tearing flesh and deep snarles had almost been drown out by Bolton's screams. Petyr wouldn't stand there and listen to it, not when Sansa hung half-unconscious in the other slave's arms, in seconds Baelish held her tight against his chest where she instinctively gripped the dark fabric of his clothing.
Theon – because he refused to be Reek any longer, especially now Bolton was dead, or at least very close to being dead – followed along being Littlefinger as he trudged out of the house and off into the far off tree line, the older man looked so driven and determined, so full of care for Sansa. A sleek Aston Martin came into view and Theon knew he was finally free. Petyr carefully lay Sansa down in the back seat and all but shoved Theon in beside her before climbing in the front and driving away from the gargantuan cabin. Eyes that had been dead for so long stared out the window at the darkness, occasionally the orange flash of a street lamp would fill the car illuminating Sansa's pale flesh revealing deep cuts and large bruises that Ramsay had caused in such a short time.
Suddenly the car grounded to a halt and an instinctive flash of fear surged up his spine though he knew he had nothing to fear from Petyr Baelish, for now at least. Petyr hopped out the car on the abandoned dark road almost cocooned by a canopy of trees.
"Get out." Said the dark-haired man with temples of ash as soon as he'd opened the back passenger side door.
Theon practically leapt from his seat when Petyr pulled his Colt Gold Cup from it's holster and aim at the younger man, he's thought he'd be free of all the agony but maybe he had been wrong, maybe the goodness he'd seen the those seafoam eyes was a lie, maybe today really was the day he died. Petyr took a breath.
"Theon you have two options. One: I put a bullet in your head and leave you here for the animals. Two: you follow the left road." Baelish pointed ahead of the car to a fork in the road. "That will take you into the city, it's only a quarter of a mile."
"Two." Theon said quickly. "Option two."
"Good choice." Petyr grinned smugly. "However, there are rules. You can tell anyone you like about being kidnapped but you never reveal it was Ramsay who took you, never saw their face. You never tell anyone about my or Sansa's involvement, ever! If you do I'll kill you before you've finished every syllable, I promise you that" The Greyjoy nodded in understanding knowing he didn't have much choice but to agree. "Finally, we will meet again and when that happened I want you to do everything in your power to convince your father and sister to sign a contract with Lion and Stag, specifically to me. Do you understand, Theon?"
The younger man responded timidly. "Yes."
"Good. I saved your life Theon Greyjoy, you owe me. Now go."
Theon didn't wait he just ran down the road in the direction Petyr had pointed while the elder man climbed back into the car and looked into the back seat. Sansa had fallen asleep almost as soon as he'd set her down, despite all the bruising she was still utterly beautiful and Petyr couldn't help but smile at his girl.
"You'll be alright, Sweetling. I'm here."
Without another word Petyr drove away taking the opposite fork to Theon towards home.
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"Breaking News! Earlier this morning Roose Bolton and his twenty-one year old son, Ramsay, were found dead in their vacation home. According to police, the Bolton's were attacked by their own dogs in the basement of their home, the dogs in question, two Rottweilers, have since been captured by animal control. They were discovered by Myranda Royce, the late Ramsay Bolton's girlfriend, after three days of no contact and the Police are yet to release an official statement. Lion and Stag Enterprises are also yet to release their own, Roose Bolton served as the companies CSO or Chief Security Officer with Ramsay Bolton as his deputy. These are the third and fourth deaths in a string of tragedies for the multi-billion dollar corporation as well as the retirement of Mister Pycelle the long time CLO – Chief Legal Officer – and recent breakdown of Cersei Lannister due to the murders of her son and Father. Attempts to contact Jaime Lannister have been made but he is yet to make himself available to answer our questions. Hopefully we'll have more information later on today. I'm Claudette Olafsdotter reporting from outside the Bolton's residence for KLN."
The screen flicked back to the anchorman, a blue background of large screens behind him and wearing a charcoal suit and hideous paisley tie.
"Thank you Claudette. In other news Theon Greyjoy has been found alive wandering the streets on Saturday morning, Mister Greyjoy has been missing and presumed dead for the last two years and is the heir to the Iron Isle Shipping company, a family business first started in the nineteen-twenties. Reports indicate he has no memory of the horrific events he's been through however, it has been conformed that Theon Greyjoy was kidnapped-"
Petyr didn't need to hear more than that, Theon wouldn't reveal Petyr's involvement. He was the weak link in Baelish's plan but Theon had held, Police wouldn't find any evidence of himself, Sansa or Theon at the cabin; he'd made deathly sure of that. Rising from the black leather couch Petyr turned off the television and took a deep breath while wondering what to make for dinner, they'd had Baeckeoffe the night before but there was some wonderful swordfish in the fridge that he'd gotten from the market the night before. Petyr never got further in his thoughts thanks to the sudden crying that erupted from upstairs.
Baelish followed his feet up the staircase that hugged the dark purple walls as it spiralled and into Tristan's room. With careful hands he picked up the young boy and cradled him gently in strong arms.
"Shhh, Tristan. You're Mother needs her sleep, especially after everything that's happened."
Tristan only wanted some attention and quietened down almost as soon as his father came into view, he clung to Petyr's plum colored shirt tightly. Petyr didn't say a word, just silently indulged his son. Everything was silent and peaceful.
"Daddy." Tristan mumbled softly and Petyr smiled.
"Yeah that's me now, isn't it? No getting away from that one."
"Mama!" Tristan's little voice was adamant and Petyr couldn't help but smile down at the dark haired boy.
"We'll go and check on her but no loud noises."
Caring Tristan into Sansa's room at the end of the hall Petyr found himself settling into the idea of being a real Father, Sansa and Tristan were his family now... It's taken me a while to realise that. They found Sansa tucked up fast asleep just where Petyr had left her, thick duck egg blue drapes remained closed darkening the room and preserving the illusion of night; though some daylight did creep in from underneath. She lay on her back with silk sheets up to her neck, face half purple thanks to Ramsay's beating and thick bandages around her wrists due to the cuffs. He set the young boy down who instantly crawled towards his Mother in search of warmth and comfort, Petyr couldn't blame Tristan, who wouldn't want to snuggle up to Sansa and stay there forever? Instinctively Baelish rested a large palm on her stomach and smiled, not one of those smug smiles he was famous for or even one of the devilish grins, no, this was a pure smile of happiness that were oh so rare. After a moment his other hand rose up to check her temperature, cool; no infection. Physically Sansa would recover but the mental scars Joffrey, Ramsay and their so-called friends had caused wouldn't heal so easily, people said that time healed all wounds but Petyr knew the truth, yes time let the wounds scar and fade but they never left, never, it didn't matter how hard someone fought to forget it would always remain.
All the work Sansa had put in over the last year – learning to read, go outside on her own, make friends with Tyrion and Olyvar, smile, accept she was a person and not a slave – had all been torn down by Ramsay and his thirst for dominance and sadistic torture. If Petyr could kill him again he would, slow and painfully with his bare hands, alas that wasn't possible. Petyr couldn't bring back the dead and if he could he would have brought his Mother back many years ago.
Gently the redheads eyes started to flutter open and Lady took the opportunity to hop up onto the bed from her place on the wooden floor, crawling over to her Mistress and nuzzling into her side.
"Master?" She muttered sleepily.
"Hey Sweetling. Don't move too quickly okay?" She didn't seem to be listening.
"Master, Ram-" He cut her off with a smooth tone.
"He's dead. He can't hurt you anymore, no one will I promise you." It wasn't just an promise but an oath.
Sansa tried to move but as soon as she did her body hissed out in pain.
"Mama!" Tristan cried in worry.
"Tristan hush." Petyr turned his head back to his girl. "Don't move so fast."
Carefully Petyr helped her to sit up and pushed a pillow behind Sansa to keep her propped up, the child cuddled up closer.
"What happened?" Her voice was timid and scared just like when they'd first met, it was heartbreaking.
"That's a long story, baby girl. First I need you to tell me how you feel."
"Sansa's head hurts a bit and her back too."
Petyr cringed upon hearing her fall back into third person but he didn't question it, there would be time for that. He pressed a soft kiss to her lips reminding her he cared.
"Okay, tell me if the pain gets any worse."
Sansa nodded. "What happened?" She asked again while pulling Tristan onto her lap.
Petyr sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed, tucking an am around her shoulders.
"Do you remember Bolton taking you?" She nodded again. "With the help of his slave, Theon, I managed to get to you, as for Ramsay, I fed him to his dogs." Petyr paused for a moment. "Then I brought you home and got you a doctor... Sansa there's something you should know. Please don't freak out."
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Petyr stood in by the bed made up in navy sheets looking down at his darling Sansa with grass colored eyes full of worry and concern. Doctor Jaelynn Ootori stood on the other side checking the redheads pusle and doing other doctor-y things, to be honest Petyr didn't care what she did as long as she helped his darling Sansa; Doctor Ootori had been in his pocket for years and was the only doctor he'd let near his girl. It took him a moment – he'd been too lost in his own thoughts – but eventually he realised she was speaking in that Northen accent of hers.
"... You told me on the phone that she'd been beaten so that's why I'm doing an ultrasound. Don't want to miss any internal bleeding." Said the doctor peering closer at the screen her braided blonde hair falling over her right shoulder while her left hand continued to move the sensor over Sansa's exposed stomach.
Petyr glanced at it too but it really meant nothing to him, just grey and black blobs, instead his moss colored eyes fell back to a sleeping Sansa. However, he couldn't help but notice Doctor Ootori's shaped eyebrows fly upwards and her back hunch as she got even closer to the little screen.
"What?" It was both a question and a demand.
"Em, well... if I'm looking at this right..."
"Spit it out!"
"She's... pregnant."
And just like that everything stopped, his dastardly plans, all thoughts, even time grounded to a halt. He was stuck between the tick and the tock, no breathing, no speaking, Petyr just stood there staring down at his sweet Sansa. There had been birds flying over the bay outside but he'd fallen deaf to them, Lady had cuddled up to Sansa's side and snored but that sound didn't reach him either. She was... pregnant – Sansa was pregnant. Suddenly his mind snapped back and the world started to revolve once more, birds chirped, Lady snored softly and Petyr regained the ability to speak and think.
"Pregnant?" Was all he managed to get out.
"Yes, pregnant. Going on eleven weeks by the looks of it. She'll start to show properly soon, I'd say she hasn't already because of how damn skinny she is. Has she had any nausea?" The blonde doctor asked.
"Yes."
Was this actually happening? Petyr found himself fitting pieces together that he'd not even known were part of a puzzle; Sansa had been complaining of nausea for weeks and he'd just brushed it off as something stress related, she'd put on weight too though that was a little less noticeable because of how undernourished she'd been when he found her. Pregnant, all those years she'd spent with Joffrey and yet after only a few times of him stupidly forgetting protection she was carrying his child. 'How could I be so careless?'
Petyr was much too lost in his own mind to hear what Doctor Ootori said next, Sansa was going to freak out.
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"Master?" There was panic and fear in her voice as well as a lack of understanding.
"I was as shocked as you, Sweetling." He tried to sound calm knowing it would help ground her. He took a breath. "I... I have two doctors on standby, one works at an abortion clinic and the other is the best OB/GYN in the city. The first doctor can get rid of it while the second helps take care of it until it's born." Petyr shuffled up the bed a little watching how she clung to Tristan. "This is your choice and you don't have to make it now. Take as long as you like just thing about it, don't do what you think I want, do what you want. Concentrate on getting better first."
He didn't want to force her into anything. There was silence for a long time, Sansa's whole body had gone rigid and tense – not that Petyr could blame her – blue eyes darted about anxiously and teeth bit her cut bottom lip. He didn't mean to make her feel like this but it was unavoidable. Knowing it would help – and he desperately wanted to touch her – Petyr pulled her into his arms carefully and held her close
"You're safe." He told her with all the emotion he could push into his voice. "Anyone who ever hurt you is dead and gone. You're safe. I love you."
Sansa smiled weakly at that, those three little words made her heart soar high above the darkness of her fears and pain. Over her short life Sansa had become accustom to hearing lies but Petyr – the King of lies – only spoke the truth, he truly loved her and that made those words even more important to her.
"I love you too." She told him in her mouse like voice, slipping out of thrid person.
They stayed like that for a long time, Sansa securely in her loving Master's arms while Lady and Tristan snoozed at her side without a care in the world. The young girl cuddled into Petyr's chest and he rested his chin atop her head; the scent of his cologne soothed her nerves. After what could have been forever Sansa spoke.
"What happened? I... I don't really remember."
"Good." Was all Petyr said.