Notes: WOW! Holy fuck!

I was not expecting this...

I was actually going to post another chapter only on the weekend, but I got so many amazing comments, so much support that I kenw you guys deserved another one.

Thank you so much for all the love. You're the best. You just made writing this even better!

Apparently fighter Jon is a big turn on... lol

So here it's another one, just to show you all how much I appreciate you all coming and giving me this amazing feedback.

I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 2

"You're an idiot, Robb! I swear to God, I should call mum."

"Sans…"

"Don't you 'Sans' me!" She snapped. "What's wrong with you Robb?"

"There's nothing wrong with me!" He insisted.

"I beg to differ."

After Robb had dropped to the ground, two guys came and carried him away. Sansa followed and when they tried to stop her she'd snapped that she was his sister. The chubby guy she'd seen before checked Robb, declared that he was fine and left Sansa there with an ice pack.

Once Robb opened his eyes, sat on the couch –which was probably a health hazard –put the ice pack to his jaw, Sansa let him have it.

"What are you doing here anyway?" He asked, ice pack firmly against his face.

"Jeyne heard about this, but I refused to believe." She crossed her arms. "I couldn't believe you'd be this stupid and reckless."

Robb sighed. "Sansa…"

"Why the hell are you here, fighting other guys like an animal?" She demanded.

Someone cleared his throat behind Sansa's back. She turned to see the Crow –Jon, whatever –standing by the door. At least he had the decency to get a shirt on.

"Am I interrupting?" He asked.

"Yes." Sansa snapped at the same time Robb said "No." She glared at her brother.

"Come here, Snow." Robb called. "Let me introduce you to my sister."

He came closer with an arched brow. "Sister?"

Robb nodded and stood from the couch. "Jon Snow, this is Sansa Stark, my beautiful, intelligent, charming and loyal…"

"Shut up, Robb." Sansa bit off. "Flattery will get you a kick on the balls."

Jon snickered, but when Sansa glared at him his face was perfectly composed.

He turned to Robb. "I just wanted to see if you were fine."

Before Robb could answer Sansa had turned to Jon. "Of course he isn't fine! You punched him!"

Jon arched a brow. "That's what normally happens in a fight." He informed her like she was stupid.

"That's what happens when stupid boys decide to act like savages." She almost hissed to him.

"Ow, Sansa!" Robb got up, because he was starting to worry his sister was going to choke Jon. "It isn't Jon's fault. I got distracted."

"Aye. Because you called his name." Jon informed Sansa.

"So now it's my fault?" She demanded incensed.

"It wasn't anybody's fault." Robb jumped in, before Jon could say something.

Honestly, what was wrong with these two?

Sure, Sansa was angry with him, but his sister was hardly this out of control over anything. And Jon was egging her on, which was beyond bizarre. Jon wasn't the kind of guy to bicker with people, much less women.

"You have to stop this." Sansa demanded of him.

"Sansa…" Robb sighed.

"I'm serious, Robb! What if you hurt yourself seriously?" She wanted to know.

"Look, I've been doing this for over a year now and…"

Robb regretted his words as soon as they came out. Even Jon was looking at him with sympathy, like he knew what was about to come.

Sansa didn't disappoint.

Her face became red in her anger –almost competing with the red on her hair. "One year? You've been taking part in this… Circus, for over a year?"

"Sansa…"

"Don't talk to me, Robb!" She exploded at him. "I have no idea of what's wrong with you, but if you think I'm going to help you with this, you're out of your mind!" By the end of her tirade, Sansa had tears in her eyes.

She was so angry at her brother. Why would he do something like that?

"Sansa, wait, please!" Robb tried to hold his sister's hand, but she just gave him her back and left.

"Fuck." Robb sighed, falling back to the couch.

"So… The famous sister." Jon commented.

"Sorry you had to see that, man." Robb rubbed the back of his neck.

Jon shrugged. "You sure you're good?"

"Yeah." Robb waved off his concern. "Sansa is going to be so angry at me."

"Why are you so concerned? You don't need her permission." Jon indicated.

"No, I don't. But she's my baby sister." Robb indicated. "I know it's a bit strange for you, since you don't have siblings, but Sansa always saw me as her hero. Mum always said that in Sansa's eyes I could do no wrong. She always looked at me like I was the best man in the world. Now, to see her looking like that at me…" Robb groaned.

Jon said nothing, because Robb was right. He didn't have siblings, at least none that he actually knew.

Jon cut that train of thought.

"Talk to her tomorrow, Robb." Jon offered. "Once she's calmer, she might actually listen to you."

"Thanks, Jon."

XxX

Sansa sat on her bed staring at her phone.

She should call her parents and tell them about Robb. She really should.

She couldn't believe he was doing something so stupid! Robb wasn't like that. He was sweet, smart and caring. He wasn't the type of guy that went out looking for a fight, or that threw punches at the slightest provocation. Robb, pretty much like their father, had always been the type of guy that'd turn the other cheek.

Sansa felt deceived, even if this wasn't about her. She wasn't angry at her brother because of the lying, she was pissed because this was obviously a stupid thing to do.

He'd get seriously hurt, it was inevitable. They were fighting bare knuckled, punching each other in the face… How did she never notice anything before?

She was starting to feel pretty stupid herself. Robb said it's been a year since he started fighting, but how could it be?

He'd been back for family parties, they were studying at the same University!

Why was he doing this?

It couldn't be because of money, they didn't need that. Was Margaery right? Did they do it for the thrill? For women?

What if Robb was in serious problem? What if he wanted to get out of this and they wouldn't let him? Was he forced to fight in those things?

By all accounts Sansa should really call her parents and tell them about it. Dear Lord, if Arya came to study here in the future Sansa could just picture her baby sister in the middle of that.

She was going to call her parents. Maybe dad could talk to Robb and understand what was going on.

Yes, she was going to talk to dad first, not mum. Mum would be heartbroken if she heard about it.

She'd call dad.

A knock sounded on her door and Sansa didn't need to be a genius to know who was out there. She stood and opened her bedroom door and came face to face with Robb.

"Who let you in?" She wanted to know, she wasn't the only girl that lived in the house and normally boys couldn't cross the threshold, even if they were family.

"Jeyne." Robb explained. "I said I came to grovel and I brought cake." He gave her one of his sweet grins, showing the plastic bag, but this time Sansa wasn't moved.

"Go away, Robb." She tried to close the door, but he held it.

"Please, Sansa. Let me explain." He begged.

"What do you want to explain to me, Robb? What do you think you can say?" She demanded.

"Sansa… Please."

She sighed and opened the door, letting him come in. Robb closed the door behind himself and let the cake on her bedside table.

Sansa realized what was strange about him: he didn't have one single bruise on his face this morning, just some swelling.

"You're wearing foundation." She realized in shock.

"Hum, yeah." Robb scratched the back of his neck. "Margaery taught the boys the trick. If the faculty doesn't see the bruises they don't feel the need to interfere."

Sansa arched a brow. "Margaery?"

Robb blushed. "I just know her because of Loras."

"Right." A pause. "So? What do you want?"

"Have you called mum and dad?" He asked.

"If that's why you came here, I haven't called and you can go." She gave him her back.

"I didn't come here because of that, Sans." He promised getting up. "I came to talk to you."

Sansa turned to him. "Why do you that, Robb? Why do you hurt yourself like that?"

He sighed. "I just don't see it that way, Sansa."

"How did you even start doing this?" She asked tiredly, sitting on her bed.

Robb approached her carefully, like he was afraid she might throw something at him. When he saw it was –somewhat –safe, he sat down beside her. "Theon."

Sansa snorted. "Not shocked."

Robb chuckled. "Yeah. Bolton brought him to one of those."

"Ramsay Bolton?" Sansa was shocked. "Robb, he's a psycho! Why are you hanging out with him?"

"Oh, I'm not!" Robb was quick to assure her. "We aren't friends. We just fight at the same place."

"Oh yeah?" She wasn't reassured. "And what about the other guy? The one that punched you?"

"Jon?" Robb grinned. "Jon is actually a friend."

"Oh, I imagine." Sansa bit out. "A real nice guy."

"Come on, Sans." Robb rolled his eyes. "It was a fight. What was he supposed to do? Kiss me?" He asked amused.

"He wasn't even supposed to be doing something that stupid!" She snapped. "Exactly like you!"

"Look, Jon and I are friends. He's a great guy. We don't choose our fights and sometimes I have to go against him, sometimes I have to hit Theon."

"Nobody needs an excuse to want to hit Theon." She mumbled under her breath, but Robb heard it anyway and snickered.

They fell in a silence.

"You have to stop this, Robb." She said softly.

"Sansa, I'm fine." Robb assured her gently. "Most nights don't end like yesterday. I just got a bit distracted and Jon hit me hard."

"Is that supposed to be comforting?" Sansa wanted to hit her brother, but she was worried it might have no effect, since he apparently enjoyed it.

"It's just the truth." Robb offered weakly.

"You understand what you're doing now, right?" Sansa asked. "You're asking me to lie to mum and dad."

"It's not lying." Robb hurried to say. "It's an omission."

"I'm sorry, Robb, but I love you." She said, standing up. "So I won't help you or cover this up."

Robb stood to. "Sans…"

"Just go, Robb." She asked. "I need to think."

He sighed, but came closer to drop a kiss to her forehead. "Bye, Sans."

She didn't even reply as he left.

Notes: Sorry, no punch now. But Sansa is going to get him on the next one. I promise.

I just want to make very clear that Sansa is deeply concerned for her brother. I have a brother too and if he did something like that I'd probably kill him. She's not feeling sorry for herself, this is genuine concern.

We'll see where it goes.

Next chapter: the punch.

I'll post on the weekend, maybe Saturday or Sunday.

Once again, let me know how you feel!