There is a brief mention of cubed and squared numbers in this but for some reason the doc manager will not let me keep the correct format so instead I've been forced to just underline them and make them bold so instead of having written out correctly it's now 52. Really annoying but at least it gets my point across.

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Sansa walked out of school on her very last day with Jeyne at her side, they were finally free. Sansa would soon be a fully fledged university girl. They were free of high school, she'd be off to Dorne soon and Jeyne would be in Essos.

The pair laughed and joked as they left the gates only to see a few younger kids admiring an Aston Martin DB5 parked there with all its glory. Sansa's cerulean orbs trailed up to see Petyr perched on the hood in one of his perfectly tailored black suits and his arms folded, his eyes locked on her. Sansa beamed, this had never happened before, he'd never picked her up from school so boldly, in an instant he raced to him and hopped into his arms so she could kiss him.

"Daddy!" She grinned.

It seemed that was enough to inform the younger kids that it was time to shuffle off.

"Hello, Sweetling." He smirked.

Jeyne looked a little shocked as she stood there with her hands gripped on her pink rucksack straps. Petyr set his girl down on her feet but kept her close with his hands on her slender hips.

"Jeyne, you remember Petyr Baelish." Said Sansa when she realised her friend was still there.

Jeyne blushed ever so slightly. "Yeah, of course, hello, Mister Baelish."

He flashed her one of those devilishly handsome smiles as he looked over to the other young girl, Sansa snuggled into his chest; he smelt of cigarettes and sandalwood.

"How was your day, girls?"

"Good." Sansa smiled. "We haven't really done anything all day."

Jeyne interrupted. "Speak for yourself, I had a pop quiz. Who does that on the last day? That's just cruel." She huffed. "I still don't know what 'Eexponentiation' is."

"It's the mathematical operation where a number is multiplied by itself a certain number of times, like how 43 is sixty-four or 52 is twenty-five."

Jeyne just blinked at him a moment, had it been a cartoon Sansa would have found it funny.

"I should have been coming to you for help with my homework all along. I've never been good at math, frankly I need all the help I can get. I still don't know how I managed to get a passing grade in that test, I spent most of it panicking."

Sansa smiled. "He does a lot of math."

Petyr pulled Sansa closer and pressed a kiss to her temple.

"You know me, Sweetling, always calculating."

He didn't just make that joke.

"Sansa!"

All three of them snapped up then to see Cat march towards them with a scowl on her face, an expression that seemed to be engraved, with Robb trailing after her. Jeyne sensed the sudden danger that was Catelyn Stark and decided to flee as quickly as she could.

"I'll call you later, Sansa. Bye, Mister Baelish."

Petyr smirked as Jeyne scurried away. "Like rats leaving a sinking ship."

Sansa swatted his arm with a small grin. "Be nice, Daddy."

Cat was on them then and Sansa's smile faded into non-existence while Petyr continued to smirk, he didn't fear Catelyn. Green eyes spotted Robb as he awkwardly looked around for Lady but he couldn't see her; wouldn't he get a shock?

"Sansa, stop all this silliness. It's time to come home where you belong." She took a breath. "I've decided you can go to Dorne. I don't like it but you'll be at school, safe and away from iniquity."

Sansa and Littlefinger raised matching eyebrows at that, neither looked overly impressed.

"Oh, how generous of you, thank you so much." She growled sarcastically. "Everything must be fine again because you've decided I'm allowed to go to DU. No! No, it's not alright. Thank you for your sudden acceptance but no, I won't be going anywhere with you. I'm going home with him." Sansa gestured to Petyr as she snuggled into him.

If looks could have killed Baelish would have dropped down dead, Robb seemed to sense the rising tension and placed – what he'd hoped was – as calming hand on her shoulder.

"Mother, please don't make a scene." He begged quietly.

"Hush, Robb! Sansa, I've had enough of your rebellion, it's time for it to stop."

The redhead glared at her mother. "I can't do this anymore."

Sansa went to open the Aston passenger door but Cat wasn't having that, she took a single step forwards and Lady popped up from the back seat and started to bark up a storm, Petyr chuckled when Robb jumped.

"That dog is a menace." Growled Catelyn.

"No," began Petyr "she's protective is all. A good girl." He turned slightly to face the wolfdog. "Quiet, Darling."

Lady obeyed quickly, she always did as Petyr asked. The dog sat down in her seat so Petyr could open the door for his darling girl, she thanked him and slipped into the Aston only to slam the door shut. Baelish would have rather Sansa didn't mistreat his beloved car but he'd let it slide. He and his girl shared a momentary glance, cerulean meeting green, before the brothel owner turned his attention back to Cat and her eldest.

He flashed that disarming smile of his. "Cat, you and Ned yelling at her and demanding Sansa goes home isn't going to work. Sansa is a smart young woman, she can think for herself and if necessary make her own mistakes."

Cat looked sorrowfully at him then spoke quietly and almost broken. "Are you truly so cruel, Petyr? Because she looks like I used to?"

Petyr furrowed his brow at that. "This isn't about you, Cat. This has never been about you, this is about Sansa. Do you have any idea how perfect your daughter is? Actually, Cat, I don't think you do. And you don't have to make this me or you, not when you could just be her mother and support her. Goodbye, Cat, Robb."

Baelish didn't waste another moment, he just looped around the car and slipped into the driver's seat before he promptly drove off leaving Cat and her son stood outside the high school staring. The Stark Matriarch looked down to the tarmac sorrowfully.

"What has Petyr done to that girl?"

Robb was pretty sure she didn't want him to answer that question, they'd mentioned that Sansa and Baelish seemed to be 'together' but Robb and his father had made damn sure not to tell Cat where Baelish's fingers had been when they'd found her in that parking lot.

"She was such a good girl until she started looking after Petyr's dog." She seethed and again Robb chose to stay quiet.

When Robb had learnt Cat had decided to all but ambush Sansa at her school he'd been quick to not let her go alone, frankly he agreed with Petyr – as much as that pained him – that Sansa deserved her own life, of course Sansa could make her own decisions; his problem was that he didn't want Baelish influencing those decisions. Either way he couldn't have his mother making a scene outside a school.

Meanwhile Petyr drove with a frowning Sansa beside him, they hadn't even gotten to the end of the street before her cellphone started to ring rather loudly. For a moment he thought his Sweetling would just ignore it in favour of looking out the window, let it irritate him, but no, she eventually answered it.

"Heads up, Mom's on the warpath."

Sansa breathed out a laugh. "Yeah, bit late, Arya."

"Hey, don't shoot the messenger. Not my fault you're banging Baelish and Mom's gone off on one." Came Arya's quick reply in that usual grumble of hers.

Sansa let her head fall back against the headrest, she was ready to just forget about everything that had happened. She just wanted to sleep and snuggle her Daddy.

"I know," she sighed. "I'm sorry. How bad has she been?"

"Eh, it varies from day to day. I'm not sure what she's more pissed about anymore. Gonna be fun when she finds out about me and Gendry."

Both sisters chuckled at that, their mother didn't approve of much to be honest.

"What can we say, her daughters have a type. Older, strong men."

There was a pause then where Sansa glanced over at her darling Daddy for a moment before Arya started to talk once more forcing her attention away.

"Yeah, I don't think Baelish is strong, Sansa. He looks like a breeze would knock him over." Arya snorted.

"He is." Sansa quickly assured. "He's just a different kind of strong."

"Yeah, sure. Did she cause some huge scene? I got a text from Jon telling me and now I don't wanna go out front in case she sees me. I'm stood over by the science building with Gendry."

"Actually, no. No scene. She was rather calm considering we know what she's like. She was still there when we drove away but I don't know if she's there now or not. Try texting Robb, he was with her. I think he was on damage control."

She could practically hear her younger sister roll her eyes.

"Why am I not surprised? But yeah, okay, I'll text Robb."

"Doesn't he already know about Gendry?"

"Yeah, Robb and Jon both know. I think Bran has figured it out as well, he's smart. You know how he is, always just sort of knows things." A pause, brief and hardly there. "Wait, hang on. You said 'when we drove away'. Is Baelish with you!?"

"Yeah, of course he is."

Petyr chose that moment to pipe up for nothing more than his own amusement, he leant over towards his girl.

"Hi, Arya."

"So he was just out front and Mom didn't start a scene?"

Sansa shrugged. "She tried, sorry, she's probably going to be in a mood all night."

"I'll just stay in my room out of her way." Not that Arya didn't do that every single day of her life anyway.

"Wise. Bye, Arya."

"Bye, Sansa. Don't bang Baelish too hard."

Sansa shoved her phone back into her bag and just sat there staring at nothing for a few seconds, every time she thought the whole thing with her parents was done, or at least less prominent, it all blew up again. It was Petyr that drew her out of her thoughts.

"You alright, Sweetling?"

"Yeah. Arya didn't want to run into Mom." Said the teenager.

Petyr let out a little hum of acknowledgement, still his eyes refused to leave the road but a hand did slip over to squeeze her thigh.

"Or be discovered with Gendry Waters I imagine. Hasn't he already finished school?"

"Yeah, he still waits for her though. Hnag on, how do you know- because you know everything." She nodded to herself.

"I also have ears and your sister has a tendency to shout."

Sansa couldn't argue with that, Arya had always enjoyed shouting. None of that mattered though, she'd had enough of her mother and who could date who, she'd finished high school, she was free and she wanted to spend every moment of that freedom before she went to DU being with him.

"Daddy, can we go do something fun?" She smiled as she took his hand on her knee into her own, Petyr flashed her a look.

"It's your last day, Kitten. What makes you think I haven't already planned fun?" He smirked.

Sansa beamed, Petyr always knew just what to say and do to make his girl happy.

"I love you, Daddy!"

"I love you too, Sweetling. And aside from fun, there may be a present as well."

Sansa didn't need gifts – of course she appreciated them – but her Daddy enjoyed spoiling her, everything he'd ever given her had been beautiful and thought about, that was what she treasured more than the gifts themselves.