Notes: Hey guys!

Sorry for the delay. I went to visit The Parents this weekend and forgot my pen drive...

But here I am with a brand new chapter.

I loved how all of you liked the punches. Poor Jon, he was at the wrong place, at the wrong time. Sansa planned on punching just Theon, but she was angry and he was around too, so... hahahaha They will eventually discuss this.

As usual, this isn't beta-read, so I don't know what you'll find, but let me know if it's too terrible.

I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 4

Sansa enjoyed running at the park early in the morning. There were fewer people at this time -almost nobody, actually – and she could put her earphones on and just pretend the rest of the world didn't exist.

Maybe she shouldn't have pretended so hard.

She was going up some steps, but she didn't see that one of them had a loose tile. When she stepped on it, it went flying, making her fall. Fortunately -or not -she fell forward.

"Fuck." She grunted, as she stood there, basically kneeling on the stairs.

The other good side of this early in the morning was that nobody was there to see this scene.

She moved to the side, just enough to sit on the steps, so she could check the damage. Her palms were bleeding because of the pebbles on the way, and her knees were hurting. One look at them revealed they were both skinned, since she was wearing shorts.

Sansa sighed, picking up her water bottle up. She poured some water on her hands, hissing at the sting. She was cleaning her knees when she felt something cold touching her shoulder.

Her heart went into overdrive, while she turned slowly to look behind herself. Then her heart stopped beating all together, because behind her was the biggest wolf she'd ever seen. He was pure white with red eyes -which was beyond creepy. He was also abnormally big. Sure, he was coming down the steps, as Sansa was sitting down on them -so he had a superior position -but still!

She was pretty sure she was about to have her face chewed off.

Then the "wolf" put his tongue out and licked her from chin to forehead.

Sansa let out a startled yelp that dissolved into giggles by the end. "Hey! At least pay me dinner first!" She mock-reprimanded the wolf-dog.

Apparently he took that as encouragement, because he came around her and stood in front of Sansa; his two -huge – front paws on the step below the one she was sitting.

Fuck, that dog was big.

Sansa finally noticed the collar on him, so she extended her hand carefully. The dog let her check it.

"Ghost." She read, then snorted. "How creative."

He just licked her again.

"Oh my god!" She was laughing really hard, pushing him without any real strength behind it. "Thank you for the love. I guess I needed it."

Ghost started sniffing her around her neck, then he tried to put his nose down the front of her shirt.

"Hey! That's a bit presumptuous, don't you think?" She pushed him and the dog took a step back. He kept looking at her and Sansa couldn't resist, so she patted his head. "Where's your human?" She asked him. "We need to discuss your manners."

As if he was waiting for a cue, a man called Ghost's name. The voice sounded a bit far, but the dog moved his ears around. There was something oddly familiar in that voice, but Sansa couldn't place it.

"Aren't you going?" She asked Ghost. "Your human is calling."

Ghost seemed to consider this for a minute, but then butted him snout against her hand, demanding more petting. Sansa huffed, but complied. His owner would be there any moment.

Besides, she hadn't had a dog since Lady and she dearly missed this companionship.

The owner's voice was getting closer and it was really niggling at the back of her mind, like this should be a familiar voice.

"Ghost, where the fuck…" His voice trailed off at the same time Sansa remembered whose voice that was.

Fuck indeed.

She didn't turn around, but she could feel Jon Snow's gaze burning her neck. "Stark?" He called.

"Yes." She sighed. She threw a look over her shoulder and -sure enough -Jon was at the top of the stairs, looking down on her. "Is he yours?" She asked pointing at Ghost, even though it was a bit obvious.

"Yeah." Jon climbed down the steps and came to stand in front of her as well.

He had no right to look this good. How was it possible that he looked like this? He wasn't even her usual type. Sansa had always gone for the blue-eyed blonde princes –not that it'd ever done her any good –and Jon was nothing like that.

And yet…

And yet she was wondering if his hair was as soft as it seemed.

Shit.

Jon connected a leash to Ghost's collar, then took her in a second, skinned knees and all and frowned. "Did he do this to you?"

He sounded so appalled by the idea that Ghost had somehow hurt her, that Sansa felt the immediate need to assure him of the opposite. "No. I fell alone. He found me like this."

Jon looked relaxed for a minute, but then he was frowning again. Honestly, his face was going to be stuck that way if he didn't stop this. "Are you okay? Do you need help?"

Yeah… Nope. Robb could say this guy was a "nice guy" as much as he wanted, she was not buying it. Besides, he had punched Robb. She felt that her problems with him were perfectly justified.

"I'm great, Snow, thanks." She grumbled getting up.

Jon was looking at her like he wasn't so sure. "I should walk you home."

Sansa snorted. "No way."

"You're Robb's sister. I can't just let you go like this." He made a general gesture towards her person.

"Hold your horses with the bro code, Snow." She rolled her eyes. "I just skinned my knees."

He sighed. "Ok. Sure."

And now she felt bad. Great. She hadn't done anything wrong, she wasn't about to apologize.

"Bye, Snow." She offered politely enough, then she crouched and petted Ghost one last time. "Bye, Ghost."

The dog licked her again and she giggled. Sansa started going up the steps when she heard a whine. She turned around and Ghost had tried to go after her on the steps, but Jon was holding his leash.

And frowning, but Jon was always frowning apparently.

"Hey." She crooned. "Don't be like that. I'll see you around." She promised the dog.

As Sansa left and Jon stayed behind he looked down on his dog, just to find him already looking up. "Shut up." He grumbled.

XxX

"So you're going to watch the fights?" Jeyne asked confused.

"Yes." Sansa sighed. "I'm still trying to understand what's wrong with Robb. Maybe if I watch them, I can understand. Obviously asking him to stop isn't working and I don't want to get my parents involved, unless I really have to."

"But you hate violence." Jeyne reminded her needlessly.

She did. She truly did. She was the type that refused to watch fights on TV and would even avert her eyes if the violence in a movie got too graphic.

She'd never enjoyed this type of thing and, after Joffrey, she despised it even more. It was the reason she didn't understand why Robb was doing that.

Joffrey was a rotten person from inside. He was spoiled, whiny and generally bad. The fact that he was violent wasn't exactly a shock. Sansa should've seen the signs way before he slapped her the first time.

But Robb? He was kind, sweet, considerate. He was an amazing brother and a great son.

For Sansa it made no sense that he'd do this. There was something wrong with her brother and she needed to figure it out what it was, so she could help him.

"Well, from now on, I love fights."

XxX

Jon feinted to the left and threw a punch, but it was like hitting a brick wall. This guy wasn't a local, he was from up north, and he was huge. He wasn't very talkative -as in, he hadn't said a word – but he was focused.

But Jon was more. The guy was big, but he was slow. Jon was going to drag this out, tire him out, then he could go for the kill.

He'd probably get a hell of a beating in the meantime, but this was part of the deal.

Then the Giant -it was actually the guy's name -punched him and Jon fell against the fence that separated the ring from the public.

And came face to face with Sansa Fucking Stark.

"What are you doing here?" He demanded.

She arched a brow. "Apparently watching you getting your arse kicked." She threw at him sweetly.

Jon narrowed his eyes at her, but he did forget he was in the middle of a fight. His opponent grabbed him by his hair and punched him on the stomach.

Right, play time was over.

Jon took a deep breath, looked his opponent in the eye -even if the guy's eyes were way higher than his -and attacked.

Unlike many of the guys that fought here -Robb included -Jon had a time on his life that he fought to survive. He didn't learn to fight to keep in shape or to get into stupid fights; he'd learned because he was dead tired of getting beaten up on a regular basis.

He didn't feel the need to go around punching people, but he needed the money. It was the only reason he took part in these stupid fights.

Jon took no pleasure on hurting people, so he controlled his strength a lot.

Not now. Now he focused on taking his opponent a part; he hit his kidney, drove the heel of his boot on the man's knee.

Four hits and the Giant was on the ground. The crowd got quiet for a second, caught completely by surprise by the turn of events.

Then their roar became deafening.

However, Jon saw none of this. His eyes were on Sansa Stark. He arched a brow at her.

She rolled her pretty blue eyes, then fake-clapped for him.

It'd do for now.

Notes: Soooooooo... There you have it.

Sansa made a new friend, Jon got to show off a bit...

I hope you liked it.

Next chapter... Things get really hot. Like, serious. Get the kids out of the room.

Let me know your feelings!