"I know you told me I should stay away
I know you said he's just a dog astray
He is a bad boy with a tainted heart
And even I know this ain't smart
But mama I'm in love with a criminal
And this type of love isn't rational, it's physical
Mama please don't cry, I will be alright
All reason aside I just can't deny, I love the guy..."
Inspired by stupid and naive song above and images from movies "Shot caller" (I watched, it blowed my mind away) and "Another me" (Haven't watched yet).
Originally posted on AO3
blog/goodqueenkaro - here you can see some moodboards :)
PART ONE
Present
- Lady Stark, LADY STARK! Is it true, that your daughter is going to marry ex-criminal?
- No comments!
- What is your son, the northern general prosecutor is going to do about it?
- I SAID, NO COMMENTS!
- Bugger off, pal! Or you're gonna lose not only this nice camera! – bodyguard let lady Catelyn to hide herself behind Winterfell Manor's massive door, but even the oak doors and heavy curtains not cut her off completely from the bustle of journalists, paparazzi and ordinary sensation hunters roaming the already ruined lawn.
- Robb?
- Here I am.
- Do something about it, son!
- Mom, I would like to remind you once that it was your idea to release and, say, employ him!
- You agreed to it, and you know that after your father's death…
- Yes, yes, an ordinary policeman, and even the entire squad little author: he did it. Now Ramsay Bolton is locked up and Sansa ...
- Yes, I know what's going on with Sansa! It's inconceivable. After all ... I've tried to bring up all of you well ...
- Mom. - Robb hugged his shaking mother. - Come on. Let her do what she wants and you'll find that after a scandalous wedding, we will soon have an elegant and quiet divorce.
- Are you sure?
- Mom, what could it be, to tie Sansa may be for a long time with a man like Jaimie Lannister?
The door handle clicked and a young red-haired woman burst into the house, supported by a large bodyguard with a nasty scar on his face. Before she could say anything, she vomited to the floor, luckily bypassing the Dorian rug and guardian's shoes.
- Sansa, honey, are you sick?
- Clegane, what's wrong with her? - Brother and mother headed towards Sansa.
- Well, she's pregnant. - Robb Stark stepped back and Lady Catelyn froze with her mouth open. The giant Sandor Clegane shrugged and picked up an envelope with a significant gesture. - As if anyone asked, we are just coming back from a gynecologist. Mr. Jaimie told me to go to the fucking jeweler. Do you know the jeweler who will let me in?
Sandor hurried with the help of the weakening Mrs. Stark, and Robb asked bitingly in a tone previously reserved for his mother:
- Sansa Stark, HAVE YOU EVER HEARD ABOUT ANTI-CONCEPTION?
- I do, but half of my teachers are septas, Robb, I couldn't sneek out to see a doctor or to a pharmacy, and you know that a condom doesn't give 100 percent certainty ... - she reffered all of this like some seek biology lesson.
- I'll kill him with my own hands and go to jail! - Prosecutor grabbed his own luxuriant curls.
- Do not dare to hurt him! If it wasn't him, I would have carried Bolton's child already!
- Don't be stupid!
- I still seem to be a little innocent girl for you, Robb! – she screamed and added coldly and silently glancing at the kitchen, where Sandor of Lady Catelyn disappeared - The entire Flayed Men Gang wants to kill me and rape me before! Probably some of them also after. I've already got used to it, Gods, I mean ... you know what I want to say! - she put her hands on his shoulders. - Mama boys and you, you must be safe. It is too late for Arya and me, but everything will be fine, you'll see! Nobody touches the wife of the Black Watch's boss.
- I've caused all of this myself…
A year before...
- Jaimie Lannister! Come on!
The gang boss looked at the guard calmly and with a nasty smile.
- You have a visitor. – The guard kept his hand on his weapon and sweated heavily. - Prosecutor Stark wants to see you. - He said quietly, looked again at the group of Jaimie's adjutants, breathed and recited - He said that it was about his sister.
- I've heard a bit about the Frey ambush. It seems it's already called… The Red Wedding? Arya Stark has been found yet? And the little one, how is he called?
- The problem is, than yes, she has been found, you can say that…
- You've got me! I'm curious! After you, sir!
- Very funny! - the guard nodded at the two more men available. - You know the procedures.
Even the gang leader had to follow the rules - the main ones. He mechanically surrendered to the guards who bound him and moved along well-known corridors. He did not intend to listen to the honorable fools once more, but Stark must have been desperate after his father's death.
Starks. A family of former law enforcers, and then policemen and prosecutors. Honor fools and ulcers on the ass of every gang except the Black Watch, which doesn't sold drugs in schools, do not used and does not allow the use of juvenile whores. The Black Watch, by virtue of its agreement with the Starks, had kept the underworld in check since Prohibition - until the Boltons arised.
Jaimie was a stranger. He didn't even come from the North. He came at the command of his father to negotiate with the Black Watch, and the fucking undercover cop put him in prison. Jaimie killed the boss of Dragons, Aerys Targeryen, Jaimie's father was killed in the fight for an influences by Dothraki gang allied with the Dragons, the widow of Drogo and daughter of Aerys a year ago was killed the same undercover, who jailed Jaimie. Tyrion Lannister shifted sides so skillfully that Jaimie wondered how much his unexpected vision was a due to his brother.
He sat down politely in the chair, but as soon as he saw who was behind Stark, he rised up.
- Jon Snow, you son of a bitch! - Black Watch traitor and undercover cop here, this is ridiculous!
The prosecutor's gesture stopped the guards. Black-haired pinch got strong and grew a beard. No wonder he's changed, I'm almost in my forties, Jaimie thought. He sank into a chair.
- Nice to see you too, Kingslayer
- Fuck you. Stark, why did you get him here ?!
- Arya poisoned old Frey. – Snow said undeterred.
- What did she do?! – Jamie laughed with sincere admiration - I underestimated her! Maybe she should come to me? – He laughed. – Locked up?
- She put down her badge before she poisoned old Frey. Robb said dryly. – She sent the testimony in an encrypted postcard from Braavos. Rickon is with her. Someone was helping her, she just wrote that they had false documents.
I bet on Gendry Waters, you honorable fools, Kingslayer thought. He had his spies too.
- You don't have an extradition agreement with Braavos, that was smart. But such a talented policewoman? Wow!
- Apparently Talisa's miscarriage was a bit much for her. – said Snow. Robb jerked and clenched his jaw.
- You know, I would never support that what the Frey tried to do, to anyone, you little motherfucker. – Jaimie became serious.
- I know, that's why we're talking.
- I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to Stark. Someone is threatening Sansa? - he kept his eyes on Robb.
- Bolton set a prize for her. Lover for dead. Higher for alive. You know him, you know what he'll do to her if he gets her. I wanted ... my mother made me talk to you.
- I bet she's here.
- How do you know?
He shruged his arms. An uncomfortable gesture in handcuffs.
- I have children, even if this bitch Cersei keeps them away from me. - and maybe it's for better, he thought, but you won't know that I think so. - Let her in. - he said with a mischievous smile and a defiant prince's look on the face.
Catelyn Stark was classy, even pale and with dark circles under her eyes.
- Kingslayer.
- At your service! I'd get up, Lady Stark, but these ones, they're gonna beat me. - he pointed at the guards.
Lady Stark spread a letter in front of him. Her hands were trembling. A steak of sick nonsense with repetitive words: "Come and see."
- What do you expect from me?
- If it was up to me, you would rot in prison preventively to death. My son decided otherwise.
- The jury decided otherwise. - he commented not without certain satisfaction. – Suppose they didn't team up with Aerys.
- If we get Bolton, your punishment will be shortened. - Robb said tiredly.
- Oh. – Jaimie's voice was dripping irony.
- Attenuating circumstances will come to light. – Snow added seriously.
- How nice. But I'm not interested. I'm only interested in Lady Stark's request.
- Should I beg? - she drawled.
- Just ask - you would able to do for your daughter, aren't you?
- Take his handcuffs off. - she lowered her eyes. The prosecutor nodded.
After a while, the dumbfounded guards saw Lady Stark taking the criminal's hands in her own and plead:
- Please, protect my girl, I can't lose her too…
- Lady Stark, I swear to you that I will not only protect Sansa for the price of my life, but also do my best to bring Arya and Rickon back. – he told deadly serious, looking straight in her eyes. After that he'd added merrily – Now, let me get change, make a few calls and grab something to eat!
- You've gotta be kiddin'!
- I was never such serious in my whole life, Snowflake! Find Clegane, and tell him to move his sorry ass to scholl or whereever miss Stark is now.
- How am I suppose to do it? And don't call me that.
- I dunno. Your're the detective, aren't you Snowflake?