Notes: Hello, everyone!

Before anything else I'd like to thank all of you for your kind words. What happened to Lu made very sad, but seeing words of encouragement was good for me. Thank you so much for the well wishes. People sometimes suck, but it's good to see there's still a lot of compassion out there.

Secondly, I'm really sorry for the delay. Here in Brazil we call August "mês do desgosto", which means something along the line of month of afflictions, when everything sucks. I'm not sure where this comes from, but it'd proved correct for this month. It sucked so badly I got a terrible case of writer's block.

Which brings me to this. Sorry for the delay on posting. I had a lot of trouble writing recently (all I posted were things that were already ready way before). I literally just finished this chapter and posted it, so I hope it's decent, but let me know, please.

Chapter 9

"Sansa?"

She was out of her mind.

"Sansa?"

She was never like this. NEVER!

"Sansa…"

She should be ashamed of herself, for acting like a total…

"SANSA STARK!"

"Oh my god, Jeyne!" Sansa screeched. "Why are you screaming for?"

"Because I've trying to get you to talk to me for the last ten minutes and you're not even on this planet." Jeyne spoke, totally frustrated.

Sansa took a deep breath. "I'm sorry." She said honestly.

"Now, I just left a party to run after you, so can I get an explanation? What the fuck happened?"

Sansa probably shouldn't have blushed at the word fuck, but well… Fuck was pretty much the reason she had run.

After she left the room where she had… She'd… Jon had… Anyway, after she left that particular room, she just kept walking until she left the house.

She had no idea of how Jeyne had actually seen her leaving -the place was packed -but she had, and she'd followed Sansa to their house.

Now they were on Sansa's room, and she was blushing, because apparently she was twelve and uncappable of listening the word "fuck".

And -unfortunately -Jeyne seemed to notice that, because she had a curious expression in her face.

"What happened?" Her friend asked again.

"I had sex with Jon Snow!" She yelled, then immediately covered her mouth.

WHAT HAD SHE JUST SAID?

Jeyne also seemed pretty shocked; her eyes were rounded, her mouth was hanging open. If it was any other situation, Sansa would think this was funny. As it was about her terrible decisions concerning her sex life, Sansa was not amused at all.

Then Jeyne decided to talk. "Was it good?"

"JEYNE!"

"Because he looks like he'd make it so good." Jeyne gushed. "It'd be disappointing to know he sucks at it."

Sansa covered her face with her mouths and took a deep breath. This was not happening right now.

"Wait a second…" Jeyne paused, realization dawning on her face. "Do you mean right now? You had sex with him right now?"

"Well, right now I'm talking to you, so…"

"You guys fucked at the house!" Jeyne squealed in delight.

How was that Sansa's life?

"Jeyne…"

"He stayed after we left." Jeyne was piecing this together rather well. "Robb didn't notice, but Theon commented… Wait. How would Theon know, if…" She looked even more shocked now. "Oh my god, you've been doing this for ages!"

Sansa was going to murder Theon!

"No, no, no!" She hurried to say. "I'll tell you, but stop making weird assumptions!"

So Sansa sat her friend down and told her everything she thought was pertinent to the situation. Mostly she told Jeyne about the few times she was pretty sure Jon was flirting with her, then she told about the day of Robb's fight and today.

By the end of her story, Jeyne was -once again -gaping.

"Oh my god."

"I know." Sansa sighed.

"Oh my god!"

Sansa rolled her eyes. "Jeyne!"

"This is so hot!" Jeyne declared. "Like… Super hot. Center of the sun hot."

"It's so wrong." Sansa cut her off.

"Why?" Jeyne asked confused.

"I wasn't raised to be that girl." Sansa mumbled.

Jeyne arched a brow. "What girl?"

"The one that sleeps around. I know my value and I like serious relationships…"

"Calm down, Sandra Dee." Jeyne rolled her eyes. "Stop repeating this conservative nonsense for a second, and listen to me. Ok?"

Sansa sighed -again. "Okay."

"First of all, sex does not diminish a person's value. This is ridiculous. You're a human being, not a car, you don't lose value because you've been around too much. Second of all… What happened between the two of you, was it consensual?"

"Yes." Sansa confirmed.

"Was it good?"

Sansa blushed and nodded.

"So it's not wrong." Jeyne told her gently. "I know you were raised believing you have to wait for a special guy and you shouldn't go around sleeping with different men every night. And if you feel comfortable with this idea, good for you. Wait for the right guy, don't have casual sex, it's fine. But don't go around thinking that this is the only reasonable thing to do in life."

Jeyne pushed a lock of Sansa's hair behind her ear. "Different girls have different ideas about sex. That doesn't make them smarter or stupider than you; just different. Ok?"

Sansa sniffed, but nodded.

"Good… Now that this is out of the way: how do you really feel about this?" Jeyne asked calmly.

"Confused." Sansa admitted. "I… I don't even know why we did it. Sure, he's good looking and stuff… But I don't know anything about him. The other day I was shocked he was inside the University, for Christ's sake. We're strangers."

"I see."

"And yeah, I melt when he touches me, and both times we… Got together I enjoyed it a lot, but… I have no idea of what's really going on there." Sansa finished, feeling better for actually saying it aloud. It was like sharing it with someone made her feel like she was at least doing something to solve this.

Whatever "this" was.

"I know this is going to sound obvious, but you really should talk to him." Jeyne offered. "At least ask him for some space."

"You think I should?" Sansa asked, biting her lower lip.

"Look, you guys don't know if you're on the same page. Fuck, probably you aren't even reading the same book. You have your problems with this situation and, considering you ran off on him both times… He's probably confused as hell."

Sansa groaned and let her face fall in her hands. "He probably thinks I'm mad."

Jeyne gave her a friendly pat on the back. "He's not that far off the mark…"

Sansa just glared at her.

xXx

Jon stayed on that room for a good while, regretting many things at the same time: the way he acted, the things he didn't say, the things he didn't do…

He tried to calm the beating of his heart, but it seemed like a futile attempt. Sansa Stark was ruining his life.

OK, it wasn't exactly her fault. He didn't think she set out to mess him up this way, but she did it anyway. And then there was Robb…

Who was still around somewhere.

Fuck.

He took a deep breath and left the room, going back to the party that -somehow -he forgot was still going on. He looked around for his friends, but he didn't think he could actually find them at this point.

It was Theon who found him in the kitchen. "We're leaving."

"What happened?" Jon asked worried.

"Robb." Theon sighed. "He's upset over something Sansa said."

Oh shit.

Jon was feeling more than a bit worried as they walked to Robb's place in silence. Even Theon was quiet for once, and this was rare enough to make him think that Robb knew.

Did Sansa talk to him before she left?

When they were finally sitting on the living room, and Robb didn't look closer to saying anything, Jon finally broke down.

"What did Sansa say?" He finally asked.

Theon made a gesture for him to shut up, and Jon looked confused at the other guy.

"She said…" Robb took a deep breath. "She said that I was using her as an excuse to pick a fight!" He exploded.

That… Was not what Jon was expecting. "What?"

"She told me that I couldn't use her as an excuse to pick a fight!" Robb repeated. "Like I'm the type of guy that goes around looking for someone to punch!"

Jon gave Theon a look, but the other man just shrugged.

"When did she say that?" Jon asked carefully.

"Before you came in." Robb sighed, clearly frustrated. "Is this how she sees me? Like some kind of bully, just itching for a fight?"

Jon wasn't sure if he was supposed to say something at this point, but he didn't need to worry about it for long; Robb was on a rant already.

"She's my sister!" Robb exploded. "And that fucking wanker was cornering her on an empty room! Of course, I was going to get angry at that! After everything she's been through with that piece of shit…" Robb clamped his mouth shut.

Jon looked from him to Theon, who was staring quite intently at the ground. "What did I miss?"

Theon cleared his throat, but didn't answer. He obviously didn't like where this conversation was going. Jon turned to Robb. "What are you talking about?" He demanded now.

Robb took another deep breath and ran his hands through his hair. Frustration was coming out of him in waves.

"A couple of years ago…" He started carefully. "Sansa dated this little prick. His father was a good friend to our father. I never liked him, but she…"

"Is this the guy she punched?" Jon asked, suddenly reminded of a previous conversation.

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

"She only did it once. And to be fair, he broke hers first."

"Yes." Robb answered, his voice ice cold.

"What did he do to her?" Jon wanted to know.

"He beat her. I don't even know for how long, because she never told us. She kept silent, because she was scared and ashamed and she didn't want to her 'I told you so'." Robb spoke, his voice soft.

Jon didn't have anything to say to that.

"So yeah, maybe I lost my mind when I saw her alone with Hardying, but that's because I love her, and I don't ever want to see her in a situation like that again." Robb ranted.

Jon sighed. "Robb… You guys have been at odds since she found out about this whole fighting thing." He started slowly. "She feels like she doesn't know you anymore. You really should sit and talk."

"We already did that." Robb grumbled.

"Without the accusations and the demands?"

Robb didn't answer.

"You really should talk to her." Jon insisted. "You have an amazing family. You have no idea of how precious that is. You can't let it go to waste, especially when you could talk it out."

Robb looked at Jon, and finally nodded. "You're right. Thank you, Jon."

Jon just nodded at him. He really should listen to his own advices.

He needed to talk to Sansa. This time, it had to be a real talk.

xXx

Sansa woke up with someone knocking on her door. She stumbled out of bed and practically dragged herself to open it.

It was Jeyne and she looked anxious. "Robb is outside. He wants to talk to you."

"What?" Sansa asked, still not sure she was awake.

"He's downstairs and he wants to take you for brunch!" Jeyne shook her friend. "Go!"

"Ok…" Sansa started leaving her room, then Jeyne stopped her.

"Better put some clothes on first, darling." Jeyne gave her a meaningful look.

Sansa looked down at her leg and -sure enough -she was just wearing one of her dad's old shirts.

It took Sansa 20 minutes to be somewhat ready. She had to throw a lot of water on her face to even feel awake enough to try and get dressed. She threw a dress over her body, braided her hair and picked her sunglasses, because she wasn't about to put makeup on.

If 16-year-old-Sansa saw her like this, she would freak out.

Sansa left her room and found Robb waiting for her in front of the house, hands on his pockets. "Hey." She called him gently.

Robb glanced at her and gave her a careful smile. "Hey, princess. Brunch?" He offered carefully.

"Are you paying?" She asked with a grin, the old nickname making her soft way too fast.

He gave a dramatic sigh, but then his smile got bigger. "Anything for you."

They walked in silence, then found a taxi to take them to a cute bistro, not very far from the university.

Sansa didn't go there very often; their family had money, but she saw no reason to go around spending it on things she didn't need. Her father wanted her to focus on studying, so she didn't have to work; in her eyes, it was only fair that dedicated to her studies and not go around splashing out.

They sat on a corner table, and Sansa realized that Robb was giving them some distance from the other people.

So it was going to be one of those talks.

They ordered and waited until the waitress left before finally looking at each other.

"Did you get home fine yesterday?" Robb asked.

She cleared her throat. "Yes. Jeyne came with me."

"Yeah… She was looking for you."

Silence.

Sansa sighed. "Robb… I'm tired of fighting with you over the same things." She told him honestly, because it was the truth: she was dead tired of it. "I just want you to understand that I love you and I'm only harping about it, because I love you."

"I know, Sans." He grabbed her hand between his. "I know. I didn't want you to see me like that, because I knew you were going to worry."

"How could I not?" She cried, then tried to control her voice. "Robb, you're fighting on the University's grounds. No protection, illegally… You ended in the hospital this weekend!"

"And now you think I'm a bully." Robb murmured darkly.

"What?" Sansa was totally confused by the accusation in his voice. She'd never expected the conversation to take this turn.

"You thought I was using you as an excuse to get into a fight." He hissed at her.

Sansa's mouth was hanging open, without any sound coming out of it. "What?" She repeated.

"You said that!" He insisted.

She prepared herself to deny it, but then the words came back to her. She said it. She did it.

"Well, were you?" She wanted to know.

"No!" Robb snapped. "How can you think that? Don't you know me…"

"No, I don't think I do, Robb." She cut him. "Because the brother I thought I had would never have done something like this. So yeah, I feel like I don't know you at all."

Robb took a deep breath, obviously trying to get himself under control. The waitress came back then with their food.

Robb waited until she left to speak. "I don't expect you to understand. Not even I understand, honestly. I didn't plan on doing this. The first time Theon invited me to one of those matches I thought it was crazy."

Sansa didn't say anything, just pushed her eggs around her plate; Robb took this as a sign to continue. "I was drunk when they convinced me to try one match. I thought it was going to be simple, harmless. It wasn't, of course it wasn't." He took a deep breath. "The first punch smarted me, the second made me drop like a stone. When I got back up I had this thing inside of me, this crazy rush…"

"It's called adrenaline, Robb." She informed him dryly.

"Yes, and it's amazing." He gushed. "I've never felt more alive in my life. That was the first fight I won."

"So what do you want me to say?" Sansa asked tiredly. "Congratulations and I hope you don't have brain damage soon?"

Robb huffed frustrated. "No. I don't expect you to understand me."

"Good, because I don't!"

"But I don't want to fight anymore. I promised I'd stop, and I will."

"Yes, at the end of the month. I remember." She snapped at him.

"Yes! Just let me have this." He insisted.

Sansa took a deep breath. "Fine. If that's what you want." She stood up and got her bag. "I'll talk to my brother once he comes back, in the end of the month."

"Sansa!" He called, as she left, but she didn't look back.

Seriously, this was Robb's problem now. She washed her hands.

xXx

One of the wonders of having family is the guilty. Sometimes, without apparent reason, people felt guilty over things they normally wouldn't; or worse: they felt like the blame was theirs, even when they did nothing wrong.

Right now, Sansa was wondering if she was exaggerating. Maybe she should apologize to Robb. Maybe she was over reacting to all of this.

She didn't want to fight with him, she didn't want to stop talking to him.

This was such a mess.

She left the bistro, got a taxi and went back to the University. She didn't have anything to do, but she decided to go to the library just because. She didn't want to go back home, because Jeyne would be there, waiting to know what happened.

She needed five minutes of peace to figure shit out.

Was she being dramatic.

"Sansa, we need to talk."

Seriously? Was it too much to ask for five fucking minutes of peace?

Fucking Jon Snow.

Notes: I don't feel like this is my best work, and I'm not really happy about what came out... Sansa and Robb completely escaped my control... u.u

Still, I'm just happy to be writing again, so let me know what you think!

Lots of love