Sansa

Everything was blurry and would come in and out like someone was breaking her concentration like hammer to concrete. She would be blank and motionless, and then she would feel searing pain rippling through her body, but she was unable to stop it or make a sound. It was like she existed for moments at a time and then she would stop existing. She didn't know which was worst, the peace and pain free of the dark… or life. She could now hear snip bits of conversation from everyone around her.

"The baby," Melisandre murmured as she tried to get control of Sansa's wound and convulsions.

"Baby?" Arya and Brienne asked stupefied at the same time.

"Jon's?" Brienne asked more herself than anyone else…

"Jon? As in our brother?" Arya asked disgusted

"Little bird isn't so little anymore," Sandor grunted trying to wrap his head around someone having a baby with their brother, "that's some Lannister shit…"

"Not her brother," Brienne hissed, "Arya you've been away a long time, a lot has changed…"

"Yeah like my sister fucking our half-brother… the one she hated?" Arya had her face scrunched up her eye brows almost touching. This made Sandor chuckle.

"He's not your brother half or full," Melisandre snapped as she rubbed something sticky and black on Sansa's side.

"You're a liar!" Arya yelled angrily, he was her favorite brother… Jon, the one who had Needle made for her.

"This she is not a liar of, Jon is not the son of Eddard Stark, but the son of Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen. He is your cousin," Brienne said as she kneeled beside Sansa, "he is now King of the North."

"You mean like our brother Robb?" Arya asked confused, she had missed out on so much in her venture for revenge.

"Yes, except he is the one true king the prince who was promised," Melisandre said as she placed a wet rag on Sansa's head.

"Fuck, all that shit. What's wrong with little bird?" Sandor rolled his eyes.

"What are you even doing in here, DOG?" Brienne hissed.

"Cunt," the hound muttered, "I serve little Bird now, I swore shit, remember?"

"How did Jon and Sansa, you know, become a thing?" Arya shuttered trying to picture it.

"Perhaps she should tell you herself," Melisandre said as she placed her hands over her and began to whisper to her god.

"Is she going to be okay?" Arya asked, trying to understand the feelings inside of her.

"I can't see, it's really up to Sansa," Melisandre said gently stroking Sansa's sweaty and wet hair, "she was poisoned by the blade that cut her, "let us hope she has enough strength for both the babe and herself. We need to get her to Jon…"

"Well let's go then!" Arya said leaving to pack her stuff.

The group quickly packed up their stuff and took turns carrying Sansa who was still in and out, but unable to be coherent. They rode as swift and fast as they possibly could after Jon and the army where they were waiting on other forces to join them. Before leaving Jon had told Sansa they would be waiting for the Sand Vipers army as well as the remaining house of Tyrell's army. Plus, he was hoping other banners would hear the call and join, but they would be waiting for a short while before marching on Kingslanding. They travelled for what felt like forever through forest, through open roads, through small villages until they were finally close.

Jon

"Sire," an older soldier walked in to a pacing Jon. He was deep in worry about where Sansa was and how much longer this war was going to keep her from him. He understood war well enough to know that it could keep him permanently from her, and that they were usually never over quickly.

"Aye," Jon didn't stop his pacing.

"There's a strange looking group at the front boarder of our camp," he said breathlessly, "they are determined to see you milord."

"Send them in I spose," he said his hand now on his forehead in deep concentration.

"Are you sure sire? I mean it really is the weirdest company I've seen together," the soldier seemed to be shaken by this.

"How will we know what they are here for if we don't speak with them? Send them in already," Jon was losing his patients. It felt like a good while before the flap of his tent open again.

"Jon!" Arya called as she ran into her brother's arms, a confused look on his face before realizing who it was. He held her close and tight, she would always be his little sister blood or not.

"Arya, is it truly you?" his hand scuffled her hair thrilled to see her.

"It's Sansa…" Brienne said walking in, her hand on the hilt of her sword as always.

"Sansa? What happened?" Jon's face grew in concern. Brienne left the tent and Jon rushed behind her leaving his things behind, Arya hot on his trail. When they got to the medics tent he saw the red headed woman he loved lying on a small white cot, with several women tending to her trying to bring her fever down, her clothes stripped only a white sheet covering her. Her skin was covered in dirt, twigs in her normally pampered hair. She looked so different, but still incredibly amazing to him. He was quick by her side holding her hand begging her to come back to him.

"Bloody hell that's weird to see," Arya said to Brienne who stood beside her towering over the small girl.

"It is at first, until you see how perfect they are for each other. She isn't the same girl who left wanting to marrying a prince. She's become a strong woman whose faced many awful things in the name to reclaim your home and bring her family back together," Brienne watched Jon as he laid his head on Sansa's chest, "you could see the moment we walked through the gates of Castle Black the connection between Sansa and Jon. Only a fool could deny it. They tried to for a while, but it eventually caught up to them. Overwhelmed them."

"It's still weird," Arya crinkled her nose as she touched where Needle sit in her belt, "he's my brother and she's my sister. He'll always be my brother."

"But he was never her brother, and she never his sister. They were soulmates. I think you father would approve," Brienne said with a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, "we should give them some time."

"Alright, I need to go find Gendry anyways, I need to catch up," Arya smiled at her siblings, finally starting to feel like she was where she too belonged.

For days Jon stayed by Sansa's side, never leaving, always demanding they did more. They tried many different remedies, many different concoctions trying to find something to cure her of the poison that took hold of her. He tried to hold back tears when he had watched them pull part of the sheet back to expose the large gash that seemed to ooze and fester. The dark purple, blue, and yellow bruising of her beautiful delicate porcelain skin… the raw stench of blood that still seemed to seem through. He also couldn't help but notice the small bulge of her stomach, the hardness when he ran his hand over it. It was finally days later she began to stir and open her eyes.

"Jon," she moaned softly, her mouth dry and course. He quickly perked his head up from the nap he was taking on her stomach. He looked down at Sansa and her beautiful blue green eyes, "you can yell if you want…"

"Aye, Love, I'll be yelling, just not now," his dark eyes searched hers, a small smile as his hands stroked her hair back and traced her face with his finger like he missed doing, "you scared the fuck out of me…"

"I'm fine," Sansa tried to lie, she was in a lot of pain, "he doesn't want me go…"

"What?" Jon asked with hardened confused eyes.

"Little Robb," Sansa said blinking teared eyes at him, "he wouldn't let me go. He's so special… he talked to me in my sleep…"

"Sansa I think you were dreaming, love," he said taking her hand in his.

"We are having a baby Jon," Sansa smiled up at him her crystal eyes glossy with tears both happy and sad.

"Are you sure," Jon asked his hand gliding down to her swollen stomach. It was only a little bulged but it made sense to him then why it was, "how do you know he is a boy?"

"I saw him, when he came to me," Sansa smiled up sleepily at him, "he looks so much like you…"

"I hope he looks like you," Jon laughed a happy laugh, news to celebrate, "I love you Sansa."

"I love you too, Jon," Sansa reached up to touch his cheek with a gentle milk white hand. Her hand was cold to the touch which frightened him. He made sure to cover her with many more blankets.

"You should sleep love," he said seeing she was exhausted. He didn't want her too but he knew that she needed to regain strength so she could get better. He gently stroked her red hair back and whispered gently to her, "rest my love. I'll be by your side. I will never leave you again…"

Authors note:

Thank you for those amazing reviews that made me want to pump out another chapter for ya guys! I was itching for their reunion so here we go! Again please forgive any typos or grammar issues my time is limited and I wanted to get this out while I had internet access. I'll go back to fix them up later this weekend. Enjoy!