Notes: Wow! Thank you so much for all the support!

This work is getting a lot of love and great reviews, which I truly appreciate.

I'm glad we all understand Sansa's motivations and her concern regarding her borther's sanity. If it was my brother -who I can actually picture doing this kind of stupid shit -I'd probably kick his ass and lock him in the house.

Sansa IS NOT going to join the fighting! hahahaha Sheis going to punch Jon just because it's cathartic.

I'm sorry for not posting before, but this weeked he had the Pride Day Parade in São Paulo and it was insane!

I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 3

Sansa had the mother of all headaches. She hadn't slept much the night before, thinking on what to do next.

She hadn't called her parents, even though she knew she should. She was worried about Robb and wanted to help, but she also didn't want her parents to be concerned about this.

There had to be a way to make her brother see the stupidity of this fight club thing. Robb was a kind boy; he was intelligent and gentle. It was preposterous that he would choose to do something like that, of his own violation!

No! She refused to believe in that.

"Next!"

Sansa winced at the voice of the cashier, but she took a step ahead. "A medium latte with caramel syrup, please." She asked. "Make it double syrup."

The girl on the other side of the counter gave her a sympathetic smile. "Anything else?"

"No." Sansa was looking for her wallet in her bag, when an arm stretched for behind her, money in hand.

"A small black coffee. I'll pay for hers as well."

The girl just took the money and Sansa turned to the person behind her, a look of pure disbelief on her face.

It was the Crow. Jon. Whatever.

"I can pay for my coffee." She snapped at him.

Jon arched a brow. "You're welcome." He replied a bit dryly.

Sansa rolled her eyes and just went to pick up the coffee.

"Look…" Jon came after her, but Sansa put her hand up and stopped him.

"Don't." She warned him.

"Don't what?" He asked.

"Whatever you're about to say, just don't." She warned him.

Jon took a deep breath. "I don't know you, but I know your brother."

"Yeah, you're friends." She cut him, her voice dripping sarcasm.

"Aye, we are." Jon bit out, before taking a deep breath. "Robb is a good guy."

"I'm aware of that!" Sansa whispered furiously, cutting him once again. "My brother isn't some… Animal!"

He narrowed his eyes. "Are you saying that I am one?"

"As far as I'm concerned, yes, you are!" She informed him.

"Medium latte for Sansa!" The barista called.

Sansa grabbed her drink before turning back to Jon. "You hurt my brother again, I'll punch you." She warned, before turning and leaving.

It was a good thing she did, otherwise she'd have seen Jon's snort of derision and feel the need to prove she could punch him.

She probably couldn't.

XxX

"Heard you met the Ice Queen."

Jon arched a brow at Ramsay Bolton. They were not friends and the other man had no business talking to him like they were. He was lucky as fuck that they weren't on the ring, or he'd punched Ramsay by now.

"Excuse me?" Jon said dryly, but his eyes, his posture and his tone –all of it –screamed at Ramsay to fuck off.

As usual, the prick ignored it all. "Stark's sister."

The nerve of that guy. "None of your business."

"I heard she was around the other night." Ramsay insisted, putting himself back on Jon's way. "Just in time to see you kick her brother's arse."

Jon took a deep breath. They were in the middle of a hallway on the University, he reminded himself once again. He couldn't punch Ramsay.

"Get out of my way, Bolton." He growled.

"Just wondering, Snow." Ramsay grinned at him. "She's pretty, the whole University knows that. She has all the frat boys panting after her like dogs, but I guess she's too good for them. Hardyng said she's a cold bitch."

Jon took a deep breath. Hardyng was a prick too –a different kind of prick, but one nonetheless. Jon just didn't understand what he was trying to do here, but knowing Ramsay it couldn't be anything good.

"And from what I heard…" His grin became bigger. "She gave you quite the letdown this morning."

Ah, there it was. Ramsay wanted to rub it in. He thought that Jon had tried to ask Sansa out or something like that. For a guy who wasn't a frat boy, he sure acted like one.

"I can only imagine the letdown she gave you." Jon commented.

Ramsay shrugged. "You know girls. 'No' just means 'convince me'."

Jon fisted his hands, before he gave in the impulse to choke the fuck out of Ramsay. There were so many rumors around the campus about him and what he did to girls, but Ramsay was good at hiding behind his father's name.

"You stay away from her, Bolton." Jon warned him.

"Oh trust you to wanna play knight in shining armor, Snow." Ramsay sneered.

"I'm serious, Bolton. I'm the least of your problems; she has a brother." Jon reminded him.

"A brother that I intend to kill in a week." He promised with a pleasing smile. "Just a figure of speech, you know."

Fuck.

XxX

"Your sister is pissed at you? Fuck, she must be pissed at me too." Theon cringed. "Man, I think I have to hide."

Robb sighed. "Trust me, I'm considering just that."

Jon would have sniggered if Robb wasn't so distressed. They both made it sound like Sansa was their Queen and they had displeased her, and now were in risk of being tortured or some shit.

She was just his sister, not his master.

"At least it isn't Arya." Theon was saying. "I still have the scar from that time she hit me with a stick. Your sisters are violent."

"Well, you normally deserve it, Greyjoy." Robb said.

Jon pulled his bag higher on his shoulder and pushed the door open. He normally preferred to go alone to the gym, but today he was feeling the need for company. If he'd known Robb would bring Theon along, he wouldn't have invited him, though.

Theon was acceptable in small doses. Very small ones.

"THEON!"

"Fuck!" The man looked around in panic.

Jon watched, with a certain amount of fascination, as Sansa Stark descended on them like some kind of vengeful angel. Jon noticed, for the second time, how fucking beautiful she was.

That was his thought that night; he turned around just to look at the crowd and he'd seen her. Her red hair made her impossible to be ignored; her blue eyes were so clear and they were looking right back at him. He thought -in that second -he'd never seen anyone more beautiful.

Then he got pissed at himself for thinking so. "Look at her." A mean voice inside his head had said, "She's just another rich girl, like all the others in here."

Yes, he'd judged Sansa the second after seeing here; what made him ashamed of himself, because he always hated people that did that.

He still didn't have a clear picture of her in his head. Everything was affected by how they'd met: he punched her brother and she was pissed at him for it.

But now…

Fuck, she was beautiful. All long legs, bright red hair, flashing blue eyes, and…

And she punched Theon; just like that. Marched up to him, pulled her arm back and let him have it. Right on his face.

It was… Quite hot, actually.

Then, as Theon fell to the ground, she turned and punched him. She probably wasn't used to go around throwing punches… But fuck it, it still hurt.

He fell back, almost on top of Theon.

"Sansa!" Too late, Robb grabbed his sister.

Jon was cradling his jaw and trying not to get too charmed by her. It was a ridiculous feeling: she'd just punched him out of nowhere and he couldn't help but think he deserved it, and that she looked fucking great while doing it.

"You and I are talking tonight, Robb." She warned her brother, before throwing her hair over her shoulder and leaving.

She just left. She punched them and left.

"Stark! Your sister is a psycho!" Theon whined from the ground. "Why did I get punched and you didn't?"

"I'll probably get my chance later." Robb sighed and offered his hand to help Theon stand. "Did she break your nose?"

Theon pulled his hand from his face. "No."

"Where did she learn how to punch like that?" Jon asked, moving his jaw around.

"When I was in high school and the boys my age started saying how pretty Sansa was…" Robb started. "I figured it'd be a good thing to teach her."

"She learned it well." He commented.

"You're lucky she didn't go for your nose." Theon informed him. "She knows how to break it."

Jon snickered. "So your sister is upset at you for fighting, but she goes around breaking people's nose?"

Robb wasn't smiling. "She only did it once. And to be fair, he broke hers first."

Theon cleared his throat, obviously uncomfortable with the conversation at hand. Jon, on the other hand, asked himself who was the fucking prick who'd dared to hurt Sansa Stark and how badly had Robb beaten him for it.

XxX

"What? No! No way!"

Sansa just took a sip from her milkshake and said nothing.

"Sansa, no!" Robb insisted, looking aghast. "There's no way I'll let you…"

She arched a brow. "Let me?" She snorted. "That's cute, Robb."

"Sansa, no!" She was starting to think that her brother had unlearned how to speak all of sudden. Or -maybe -he just thought that if he repeated the same sentence many times it'd actually make a difference for her.

It wouldn't.

"So I'll just call mom." She decided, pulling her mobile from her bag.

Robb grabbed it from her hand. "This is blackmail!" He protested.

"Yes, it is." Sansa replied pleasantly.

"I won't take you to watch the fights." Robb spoke, his voice firm.

Sansa kept her brow perfectly arched. "I thought you said it was perfectly safe." Her voice was sugary sweet.

Robb's mouth was hanging open -he kind of looked like a fish out of water -and Sansa took a moment to appreciate it.

"It is." He finally said.

"Then there's no problem if I go and watch. Margaery Tyrell does." She finished when Robb opened his mouth to cut her.

He pressed his lips together and she could almost see the battle going on inside his head. So many choices… He could say something along the lines of "Margaery isn't my sister", but he probably knew this was a slippery slope. He could say it was dangerous to be there, but then he'd be making his case worst.

Finally he seemed to realize it was a lost cause and sighed. "Sure. You can come and watch."

Sansa gave him her most gracious smile. "Thank you, brother."

Notes: Feelings?

Theon so deserved it!

Jon knows nothing.

Robb is an idiot.

Ramsay is a psycho...

I hope you liked it! See you all again on Saturday ;)