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Chapter 12: The Sacrifice

Sansa

Sansa stepped out of the tent still in her robe, stretching her long arms towards the sky. Mist covered the floor hiding the grass beneath it. So far from Winterfell, yet she still felt so at home. For days they had stayed at camp strategizing how to use Jamie Lannister as their pawn, meanwhile she got to spend each night with Jon and during the day practice with Arya. She even managed to get better with her bow and arrows, and even learned a few knife tricks from Arya.

"Sansa," Jon said quietly as he opened the flap of the ten, she turned her head to look at him as he walked out in only his leather pants. She wondered how he was not freezing being shirtless as he was. It must have been that hot wolf and dragon blood inside of him. She didn't mind, she loved looking at his strong broad chest and the muscles that seemed to beg to be touched. He walked up behind her, his hands finding her shoulders as he pulled her back into him. He placed his nose in her hair and inhaled her scent.

"Did I wake you?" She asked leaning back into him.

"No, love," he said kissing her hair while looking down the hills towards the distant city. The fog seemed to roll down like a sheet on a bed. He couldn't deny it was beautiful there, much more so then castle black.

"You should get some more sleep," Sansa said turning to face him, wrapping her arms around his bare torso. His arms wrapped around her once more pulling her as close as he could.

"I'd rather not sleep," he growled in her ear making her laugh. He lifted her into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carted her back into their tent. Sansa giggled some more, a pleasant sound to him for he knew the last few years left her laugh-less. He gently laid her down on the bed, her robe falling over to expose the swell of her bare breast and stomach. Jon was quickly between her legs as he gently laid kisses along her stomach; leading up her chest until his mouth met hers eagerly.

"Jon, you animal," she moaned teasingly. He smiled as he kissed her chin before she quickly licked his cheek. He looked at her stunned as she burst into a fit of laughter. Before Jon could get revenge they were disturbed. Sansa squeaked as she tried to cover herself, Jon stayed between her legs but lifted up to see who was intruding.

"Oh Gods! No! Ewww! Why?" Arya turned around quickly covering her eyes, "I think I'ma be sick!"

"Arya!" Sansa yelled throwing a pillow at her sister. Jon just laughed as he moved from Sansa's legs so he could stand up, grabbing a shirt. Sansa quickly sat up, pouting about the interruption.

"I'm never going to get used to seeing that," Arya crinkled her face in disgust.

"Well if you had knocked or called first, you wouldn't have had to see anything," Jon said sarcastically as he finished lacing his shirt.

"Not just that… you two, together," she said in sharp words, twisting her face as if she smelt the world's most disgusting smell. She began to make fake barfing sounds.

"You can go, NOW," Sansa said snidely, giving her sister one of her dirty looks.

"Oh, so you too can, you know, get back to the shagging aye?" Arya said grossly before laughing.

"Gods, Arya!" Jon yelled in laughter, "did you need something?"

"I don't, no, but her ladyship would like to speak with you," Arya said mockingly. She had actually quite admired Danny, from a distance.

"You know, Arya, instead of prying on what we are doing… why don't you go and try to kiss Gendry? I see you watching him ALL the time," Sansa teased, bringing a small grin to Jon's face as he tried to hold back his laughter. For a moment he almost felt happier than ever possible, as if they never left Winterfell, as if Robb and Rickon had never died. It also made him feel slightly weird, remembering back to a time when they were younger and "siblings" the girls would always argue.

"Gendry? I don't like him," Arya scoffed in protest, "besides, he's always off chasing 'The Hound' so determined to be as skilled at fighting as he is. I don't know why he bothers, the hound is always beating his ass. He's always annoyed with him. But I could take the Hound down."

"Sure you could," Sansa teased making Arya pick up the pillow Sansa had earlier thrown, and returning it to her with great speed and accuracy. Arya and Jon both laughed but Sansa didn't find this funny.

"You should go Jon, I wanted to go speak with Melisandre anyways," Sansa said standing up kissing Jon on the cheek.

"She's done well keeping herself hidden in the medic's tent," Jon said, still unhappy with Sansa's pleading to let Melisandre stay. He owed her Sansa's life so he couldn't refuse, but he still didn't want Ser Davos distracted by her presence so she was banned to the medics' tent. When they stepped outside the tent Sansa was surprised to see Jamie Lannister strolling freely with Brienne.

"What's he doing strolling about?" Sansa said in anger. He was never cruel to her, but he was a Lannister… he was the twin of her enemy.

"Apparently he poses no threat, he was not captured but willingly came to us. He's concerned about Cercei, she hasn't been seeing reason and shuts everyone out even him. He fears she's become the Mad Queen," Jon rested his lips on Sansa's hair, smelling it once more before kissing her.

"Keep an eye on him," Sansa said sternly, her eyes not leaving Jamie.

"Aye, always, your ladyship" Jon scoffed before kissing her once more and finally taking leave. Sansa stood there, a smile on her lips, her fingers gently resting where Jon's soft lips had rest. Arya made a frown face.

"Yuck, he was once our brother you know," Arya's face still crinkled in a face of horror.

"Arya!" Sansa yelled, her eyes turning to her sister, "he's not our brother. Shut up."

"Whatever you say," Arya said walking away, "I've got something to do…"

"Arya Wait!" Sansa tried to call her sister back but it was too late. Sansa sighed before going back into Jon's tent to get dressed.

She laid the robe aside to put on a beautiful baby blue gown with silver adornments, a gift from Lady Olenna; the late Margaery Tyrell's grandmother. It looked much similar to something her granddaughter would wear, she had spent any time away from Jon with Lady Olenna, one of the few kind people to her in her time at King's landing. She knew that she was a strange comfort to her, a small reminder of the granddaughter she lost. She knew wearing this gown would please the old woman.

After dressing Sansa left to go find Melisandre to talk about the baby inside her. It seemed that she was showing a little every day. She had yet to visit with the dragon queen due to the pregnancy, she and Jon didn't know how to break this yet, especially being unwed. Dresses like the one she was gifted with were beautifully fitted on her, but also revealed her bump a little more than her thicker northern dresses. It was warmer in that part of Westeros, and she couldn't deny to be relieved to have less heated wardrobe.

"Milady," a soldier said bowing to her. Sansa looked around before looking back to him and smiling softly.

"Good morning," Sansa smiled before took the hilt of his sword to her head, knocking her unconscious.

When Sansa woke up her head was hooded with a sack of some sorts. She tried to call out but all she could feel was the cold dampness of the floor. It seemed like days she was down there, no food nor water. She wondered about Jon, would he notice her gone, how long? He must be worried. Would he do something reckless? She prayed to the old gods and the new that he wouldn't risk his life for hers. She cried in fear for her child, it was freezing where she had been stored.

Finally, she heard someone enter and lift her from the floor, shoving her through the journey to her final destination. When they stopped they pushed her down into a seat, ripping the bag from her head. The light came all at her at once, blinding and painful. She searched through closed lids trying to blink away the light that stabbed at her eyes angrily.

"Hello little Dove," the cold familiar voice gave Sansa chills, the venom in the way she lingered on the v sound. Cersei Lannister.

Jon

In anger Jon flipped the table over, ripping down anything he could get his hands on within his tent. Where was she? Sansa had been missing for several days, and each day ate away at him. Was she dead? Was she alive? Finally, Daenerys called everyone to her war tent where their plans of attack had been sprawled out. She apparently had received news that she needed to share.

"Where is she!?" Jon yelled as he slammed his way into her tent, nearly ripping off the flap of it. Danny sat calmly, coolly as she watched Jon. Things began to connect for her, who his love was.

"I've received word," Danny said attentively. The hound had walked in with Arya and Gendry as she said this.

"Well fuck then lady, spit it out, where's little bird at?" The hound said angrily.

"Hound," Arya snapped, realizing he didn't have the same respect for the white haired queen that others seemed to have.

"Tame your dog," Brienne said to Arya as she walked in with Jamie Lannister not too far behind her.

"Great, the cunt's here," the hound snarled, he then spat at Jamie, "pretty boy…"

"Watch your mouth dog," Jamie said, his eyes searching the room for his little brother. The whole time he was there Tyrion had not wanted to see Jamie. He was hoping this was his moment to make amends.

"Shut the fuck up all of you!" Jon snapped, his fists were so tight you could see the white in his knuckles.

"May I continue?" Daenerys asked, more sarcastically then actually wanting to know, "I've received a letter from Cersei Lannister. She has a list of demands. She has Sansa Stark. In return for her safe return she wants the return of her brother Jamie. She believes we have him hostage. She also requests we leave Kingslanding or she will set fire to anyone still here. She also wants Tyrion returned to be trialed for the murder of King Joffrey her son."

"Fuck!" Jon yelled, his fists meeting the sturdy oak table that had their maps of tunnels and weak spots in Kingslanding.

"You're better off ignoring that letter," Jamie said scrunching his nose up, "for one I won't go back…"

"The fuck you won't!" Jon snarled grabbing Jamie by his shirt and slamming him into one of the large thick beams holding the tent up. It made a gnarly sound making the whole tent shutter around them. Jamie pushed Jon off only to get Jon's fist to his face. The hound quickly grabbed Jon who tried to continue with his beating on Jamie.

"As much as I'd like to see the prick put in his place, we need pretty boy in one piece if we are to get little bird back…" Sandor said as he held a struggling Jon, "King of the North."

"If you'd let me finish what I was saying," Jamie said straightening himself up, as he wiped the blood from his eye brow, "even if you meet her demands, I know my sister, she blames Sansa as much as our brother for the death of Joffrey. She will want justice against her as well."

"He isn't wrong," Tyrion said, finally walking in from the other side of the tent to sit beside his queen.

"Tyrion," Danny smiled at him warmly, she had grown very attached to her advisor.

"I killed Joffrey," Olenna said, her presence in the back of the tent still unnoticed, "with the help of little finger of course…"

"What?" Jamie's eyes turned to the old lady.

"The little shit was a monster; I did the world a favor. It seems we merely traded one monster for another. The only one worth a damn was the little Tommen boy," Olenna didn't feel the need to hold back any longer, she had nothing left to lose.

"I like the old lady," the hound smiled a toothy grin that made Arya snicker beside him.

"Who cares who killed the evil little bastard, how do we get Sansa back?" Arya asked seeing Jon pacing in the corner, broody and dark.

"The point is, little wolf, she thinks Sansa killed him alongside our brother. She will want her head," Jamie tried to say slow and delicately as if talking to a child.

"The point is, asshole, Cersei is a cunt," Arya said back slowly and sarcastically. The hound let out a larger laughter nearly spitting on the fellow beside him.

"Arya!" Brienne said in shock, she didn't know her well enough to she spoke more like a man then a man did.

"She isn't wrong," Jamie shrugged. Brienne tried to hold back a smile as she looked over at him. The admiration pouring through her eyes, he returned her smile.

"Enough!" Tyrion stood up, "we need to figure out how we are getting Sansa back. No more foolery. If you can't be useful get out!"

"Well said," the hound shrugged in agreement. A look of 'what the heck' on his face.

"I have a plan," Melisandre said walking in, despite the evil stares from a silent Ser Davos.

Sansa

"My, you are a stubborn little thing, aren't you?" Cersei asked sitting across the table from Sansa, "you just can't seem to die."

"What am I doing here?" Sansa asked staring at the short haired queen before her.

"Queen in the North, I hear, you've been a busy bee haven't you?" Cersei laughed a small laugh, but there was no amusement in her eyes.

"What do you want me to say?" Sansa said with anger, she knew not why she was there, nor if she would live long.

"How did it feel to kill my son?" Cersei leaned to the side of her chair, her eyes dark with hatred.

"I didn't kill Joffrey," Sansa started to snap but one glance from Cersei and the man who brought her in hit Sansa in the face. Sansa's hand reached up to her mouth, she looked at her fingers that were now the color red from the blood coming out of the gash on her lip.

"Let me tell you, little dove, that you are not a guest here but a prisoner. You will do as told, and you will answer with honesty. I will not tolerate any more filth and lies from your northern mouth," Cersei said taking a drink of her wine.

"What do you want?" Sansa asked, deep breaths coming from her chest.

"I want you to suffer. I want everyone, to suffer," her eyes peered deeply into Sansa's cold and dark, full of hatred. Sansa could feel the truth in her words, "I want to destroy everything. I want to bring the world to its knees. I want everyone and everything to feel the pain I feel…"

"You've brought your pain upon yourself," Sansa snapped. This brought surprise to Cersei. She didn't expect for the once meek willing girl to stand up for herself. This time the man slapped Sansa and yanked her hair back, his other hand around her throat. Sansa started to laugh. This caught the golden haired queen even more by surprise, "you could do your worst, and it would never compare to marrying Ramsay. I've seen and felt more horror there then you could ever inflict."

"Is that so?" Cersei asked waving the man off of her, "I see now…"

"What?" Sansa was confused, the queen in front of her was only the shell of the queen she was before.

"You're with child," she looked at Sansa's stomach despite her attempts to cover, "perhaps I can't hurt you, but your spawn is another story. I'm just curious… whose is it? Ramsay has been dead for many moons, so it couldn't be that Bastards… ah bastard. Your brother? Looks like we are more alike than we thought."

"Fuck. You." Sansa snarled looking at her wickedly. Cersei smiled her wine cup resting in her hand. The queen stood up and walked around the table that was dividing them, the same one she was forced to write Robb at. Sansa jumped as Cersei darted down, her fingers now around Sansa's neck pushing back tightly as she pours her wine over Sansa's face, causing her to gag for air as the wine went into her nose and mouth.

"Little Dove," Cersei clicks her tongue at Sansa, "your bastard can't save you. Put her back in the dungeons."

"You'll regret the moment you brought me here," Sansa said struggling as the guard lifted her from her chair.

"Oh sweetling, I regretted the moment you were brought here a long time. Now get her out of here. Post the mountain at her cellar," Cersei said sitting back down into her chair. Sansa struggled as the man dragged her down the halls to the deep dark stairwell of the dungeon. He grew frustrated and shoved her in, sending her falling down the stairs in the dirty cold dungeon. Sansa grabbed her stomach praying the baby was okay as she crawled on the floor feeling around until she found a wall. She sat against it, lifting her knees to her chest, tears falling down her face as she hugged her legs.

"Jon," she whispered in desperation. Closing her eyes to picture his face, his soft dark curls, and the strength yet gentleness in his touch.

Jon

Jon found himself for the first time in a long time saying a silent prayer. The group prepared for the rescue mission talking over the final plan. If it worked, they would have avoided a whole battle. Jon didn't like being bait, he would rather be joining those going to rescue Sansa. Jon quickly climbed atop his dragon as he flew out to lead a small army. He had to cause a large enough distraction that the small group could break in and rescue her.

Jon flew over the village, Tyrion waited with the army at the base of the gates. He had to first get to Cersei, to get her attention. He flew his dragon as close to the window of her chambers as possible. She appeared, but did not open the window.

"Cersei Lannister!" Jon called as loud as he could. Cersei seemed to be somewhat surprised to see a live dragon so up close. She cracked the window enough that she could hear him but not be burnt to crisp by dragon fire.

"Bastard!" she regarded him. She remembered his face now, the broody one in the back. The bastard of Ned Stark, turned secret son of Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen, "if only Robert could have lived long enough to see his precious Lyanna's son! To see his closest friend's betrayal!"

"Enough stalling!" Jon called back, "release Sansa, and we will return Jamie. We have already released him to you now, but that is all. If you deny this, he will be shot by an arrow before he can even enter the castle."

"I'll release your lover as soon as mine is safely within my walls!" Cersei then shut her window. Jon turned back Rhaegal to return to the entrance of Kingslanding. He needed Cersei to believe that all forced were there in front of the gate.

It wasn't long before Jamie finally made an appearance in the castle. He walked slowly, unsurely as he searched for Cersei. Waiting in the throne room, finally Cersei had heard the news of him being returned. Jamie watched her as she walked in quickly, she watched him softly.

"I'm sorry, Jamie," she said softly walking to him, taking his hands. She sat down watching her quiet brother, "I know I've neglected you. It's just when I see your face, I think of them…"

"Hmmm," Jamie muttered softly, nodding to himself as he walked to where she sat. One finger gently traced her cheek to her chin as he observed her carefully. Before she could say anything else Jamie's sword was out and his hilt met her hard in the head.

"Oh fuck," The hounds face curled into a snarl when he saw the monstrosity in front of them, his once brother. The mountain growled back at him, as if almost recognizing what the hound was referring to. He gripped his sword readying himself as the mountain charge him, "get little bird!"

"Right!" Brienne held her sword high as she moved away from the two of them, "Sansa!?"

"Help! In here!" Sansa feebly banged on the door that held her captive. Brienne could hear the sound of metal clashing as the mountain and the hound went one on one. Brienne kicked the door a couple times, the sound of her armor ringing through the halls getting the mountains attention. He turned it from the hound after a surprised fist to the face knocking Sandor down.

"Oh fuck," Brienne said her eyes widening as she kicked the door one more time as hard as she could.

The door flung open and Brienne grabbed Sansa's arm pulling her out before the Mountain could cut through them. Brienne's sword flung up to meet the mountains. She let out a cry as she tried pushing up, him putting all of his force down on top of her blade. She tried to mutter to run but before Sansa could run he freed a hand to grasp Sansa's throat.

Both her hands wrapped around his thick purple wrist as she gagged gasping for air. Brienne let out a battle call as she leaned against the wall and used of her legs to kick the hound as hard as she could, knocking him back a second. But his grasp on Sansa's neck did not loosen. Sansa began to try and hit him with a hand as she started getting dizzy. They heard a gruff yell as Sandor cleaved off the mountains arm. The mountain made an awful blood curdling unhuman call as black blood squirted from his severed arm.

"Run little bird!" Sandor said, heavy in breath, blood dripping down his face.

"No," she cried grasping at his arm, despite Brienne trying to pull her off, "he'll kill you…"

"GO!" the hound Hollard pushing her aside so he could step in front as a growling heavy breathing mountain began to charge them. Sansa sobbed as Brienne pulled her down the cold hall until they found the exit they entered from. The could still hear the sound of battle cries and the sound of metal on metal ringing down the hall ways.

The cold air hit Sansa like a title wave. Fresh air. Her eyes stung a little at the sunlight beaming down on them, it had been so dark down in the dungeons. Sansa placed a hand up to block the sand, she watched her pale hand covered in blood and dirt. Brienne led her to where their horses had been tied up. Sansa climbed onto her grey and white mare, feeling weak from hydration and starvation. Brienne grabbed one of the reins on Sansa's horse so she could guide them.

Jamie pulled the bag off of Cersei's head. She slowly began to wake up, her hands tied behind her back as she was tied to a chair. She struggled trying to break free from her restraints as she tried to regain her vision. She could feel the tightness of dried blood on her forehead. She looked at Jamie who sat in front of her, he just shook his head.

"Why?" she asked sadly, "don't you love me?"

"You were on my list," he said softly, as he reached to remove his face. The face of Arya Stark peered back at Cersei, "you were on the top of my list."

"You little bitch!" Cersei yelled rocking back and forth harshly trying to break free.

"The thing is, I could kill you, here and now, but there are others who have you on their list," Arya said with a smile as Olenna and The Sand Snakes walked in, greed and revenge filling their eyes.

"You'll all pay for this!" Cersei spat before she saw something roll in and hit her feet. She looked down and screamed. The head of the Mountain laid at her feet as the hound stomped in, grin on his face.

"No, sweetling, your about to pay for your crimes," Arya smiled sarcastically grasping Cersei's chin firmly before pushing her head away.

"Where's Jamie!? I want to see my brother!" Cersei cried out feeling helpless.

"He'll see you when he wants to," Olenna said smugly, "he'll get his good bye."

"Please," Cersei begged, "I'm the queen…"

"We know no queen but the Dragon Queen… and the queen in the north," Arya spat at her before leaving the tent. Feeling quite satisfied.

Jon rushed through the tent, he couldn't wait to see her… to hold her. But when he saw her, he stopped. He felt broken. She looked broken. Is this what loving him would cost her? Would the world take her to get even with him? He sat down by her side, startling her awake. Her watery blue eyes met his dark ones before she jumped painfully into his arms.

"I'm so sorry," she cried.

"You're sorry?" he asked confused, "you did nothing wrong, silly girl."

"Yes, I am," she said pulling away from his embrace to look him in the face. He observed her face covered in dirt and blood, cuts covered her face and body. It tore him apart to see her this way. He ran his hand over her hair which was sticky with blood and dried dirt as well.

"Come, let us clean you," he said as gently as he could, he couldn't bear to see her this way anymore. He put his arms under her, lifting her from the bed. He placed her next to the large bathing tub. He gently peeled her dirt sticky dress off her. He laid the dress down before helping her into the bath. He poured more hot water in to warm it some more. She just watched him as he cleaned her with a rag as gently as possible.

"I love you," Sansa said softly, still watching him. He looked to her with confusion, "I'm not sure I've ever told you. I love you. All I could think about was hoping you knew how much I love you."

"Sansa," his voice broke as he watched her. He looked down at her stomach slightly protruding the surface of the water remembering the small life. His head fell down, his curls cascading forward as he felt his chest tighten and his eyes sting, "oh gods Sansa…"

"What? Jon!" She gasped in worry trying to reach for him. Her hand finally found his face as he looked back up at her.

"I thought I lost you," he said, his eyes glossy, his voice soft, "I couldn't fight this battle without you Sansa. Knowing you were gone. Our child. A fool I am. To love me… is a death sentence."

"Please, Jon, don't say that, not now," she cried softly, her eyes searching his.

"I love you," he said touching her face, his forehead leaning against her. Her arms wrapped around him to embrace him, which he accepted gladly. He stood up, his arms still around her, and hers around him. He carried her like that several feet to their bed. He gently kissed her when her hands went to untie his shirt, "Sansa… your hurt, you don't have too…"

"I want to," she said looking up at him, her skin and hair still soaking wet. He leaned forward to kiss her as she pulled his shirt off. He was quickly naked, his skin merging one with hers. They were one, she was his, and he was hers. His hands searched her body gently, claiming it all, taking it all. Sansa let out another moan as he gently entered her, her hands grasping at his hair. His hand gently stroked the side of Sansa until his hand hooked around her thigh lifting it higher. If she felt any pain, she was not showing any signs of it. Her hands searched his body in return, feeling his pecks, his abs and grasping at his buttocks. She bit her lip and arched her back in pleasure, sending him crazy. It wasn't long before their tent was a sauna, and everyone in camp could hear Sansa's moans of pleasure. She wasn't holding anything back. He felt so good inside her, stroking her from within, lighting her up like a match until she crumbled beneath him repeatedly.

Authors note: Whew that was long, that took quite a while but I just couldn't stop. But now I must. Let me know what you thought?! Also if your loving the Jonsa pairing check out my new story I posted!