Maybe it was the lack of sleep or lack of orgasms but for a moment Sansa had no idea who she was talking about.

But then the knocks came.

"OPEN THE FUCK UP." It was a familiar voice. A voice she heard so many times. Sandor Clegane. He worked for Joffrey, and Sansa was sure he'd be the first to find out about Joffrey's death. Even when Joffrey was alive and well, Sandor scared the hell out of Sansa.

"OPEN THE FUCK UP YOU DIRTY SLUT." Bang. Bang. Bang. He could beat the door down if he wanted to. Eventually he would.

Sansa felt cold to the core. There was no way out. It was a dingy motel room. They were screwed.

"Sansa please, we have to go." Margaery was begging Sansa to get out of the bed. She had everything in her hands. Her purse with all the money in it. Sansa's bag full of clothing. Margaery's shiny gun.

"Where?" Her voice quiet and strained.

"Bathroom window. Please Sansa we have to hurry before they find it."

The window was small and barely big enough for them to squeeze their already small frames through. Margaery got out first to make sure the coast was clear. The moment she got out of the window Sansa heard the lock snap on the front door. She had seconds before Sandor would catch her. Sansa jumped up and got herself half way through the window when she felt someone tug at her ankle.

"I got you-" he croaked before Sansa kicked him in the neck, pushing herself completely out the window. Of course there were more men after her. Sandor liked to work by himself but when it came to Joffrey's life, there were hundreds after Sansa to avenge their precious Joffrey's death.

They started to run for the car when they heard gun shots from either side of them. Margaery retaliated as Sansa took the driver's seat. Margaery took shot gun. How fitting. She fired back as they drove off, but not without them following. Sansa drove fast and recklessly. If it wasn't Joffrey's men that killed them, it'd be her driving. Sansa was so shaken and wired that she didn't know if she'd be able to stop if she had to.

"Fuck!" Margaery exclaimed.

"What?"

"I'm out of ammo. Drive faster I have to find some." Sansa stepped on the petal as Margaery climbed in the back. The Baratheon's tried to equal their speed but were met by traffic. Sansa drove in weird patterns around the city to lose them, or at least buy them time. She was so close to home. It'd be only two hours. But the risk was dangerous. They could follow her to Winterfell and although she'd have her family and their men and women protecting her, it'd cause casualties on both sides. Sansa was sure there were Baratheons near the border, waiting to catch her. She'd have to take an unknown path when they weren't following her to ensure nobody would get hurt.

"I found some." Margaery pulled out two guns. Sansa didn't know a thing about a gun, except she was always afraid of them. "This ones for you."

Margaery gave her the small one, it was almost cute, but Sansa was still afraid of the power that comes behind it.

"Thanks." She knew she needed one and it wasn't as if she hadn't killed someone without a gun already. Might as well have some sort of protection.

"I think we lost them, Baby doll." Margaery said. Her smile widening. Sansa loved that smile.

"What now?"

"Lets get you home."

—

Luckily Sansa knew these parts better than the back of her hand. When Sansa was a teenager and was set out on leaving Winterfell, she and her friends would drive down to The Neck, and flirt between the borders, driving around, going to all the clubs and shows in town. Sansa was a local celebrity. That's where she met Joffrey. That's when they started to date and their marriage was arranged between their fathers. Oh how she wished she could take it all back.

Margaery had fallen asleep, resting her head on Sansa's lap. It had been a few hours of driving, taking back roads and going on the other side of the city to get through to Winterfell. They were so close she could feel the change in weather. She knew it'd be hard to find Arya unless she gave Margaery a definitive location, but since she never mentioned it, Sansa assumed the plan was to get across the border safely and to go from there. She wondered how Arya and Rickon and Bran looked now. What their interests were. What exactly was Arya's role in the war, was she a politician like her father or a business woman like Joffrey's parents were? Who was she to command so much from Margaery? Did she have as much power as their parents had? She wondered if Rickon was still rambunctious as he was when he was just a little boy. If Bran was as whip smart as he was when she left. She wanted so terribly to go home and be wrapped up in a hug by her parents, like when she was a toddler and it was just her and Robb. When her father would come home from work it'd be the four of them in a huge hug laughing and smiling. Oh how she missed being young.

Margaery sat up rubbing her eyes.

"Are we there yet?" she said in a mocking voice.

"You ask me one more time and we're turning this car around." Sansa joked back.

"What are you most excited to do back in Winterfell, Buttercup?"

"Hmm. I think going to the Frost Top, that was my favorite place to eat. They have the best root beer floats and cheeseburgers. I'll have to take you there sometime."

"Like a date?" Margaery was fixing her hair in the side mirror and applying lipstick, it was amazing how much care Margaery took into her looks. Sansa loved it.

"It's a date." Margaery kissed Sansa's shoulder, sometimes she could make Sansa forget about all the horrible things and the possibility that they might not make it out alive. She was grateful for that.

Margaery started to clean her gun and hum whatever was on the radio.

—-

"Miss Stark, it is such a pleasure to see your sweet face again." a voice of a man she grew up knowing as Uncle Baelish sung through the toll window. She knew he was there to help her get home. She knew him her whole life. He was one of her mother's greatest childhood friends. She was safe. They were safe.

"Uncle Baelish, thank god it's you. I was so worried I'd have trouble finding someone who'd let me in." Sansa felt a weight of a thousand bricks lift off her shoulders.

"Who is this guy?" Margaery asked quietly so only Sansa could hear. Sansa ignored the comment.

"Please my dear, Arya has every one of hers, your grandfather Tully's, and your father's friends out looking for you. You will receive a great welcome here." He opened up the gate and let them drive through.

They were in Winterfell.

Finally. Finally safe.

"Sansa how do you know him?" Margaery said louder and suspicion growing in her voice.

"He's my mom's friend. I've known him my whole life." Sansa was starting to get annoyed. She knew she could trust Petyr Baelish, why was Margaery asking her this?

"I know him. I know him from somewhere Sansa. He's not a good guy." Margaery had fear in her voice. Fear that she heard only twice before. When Joffrey was attacking her and when Sandor Clegane was at the door. It was fear that Sansa had learned not to doubt.

"I- but I know him." But did she? Sansa recalled Joffrey mentioning him visiting at work and deals he's made. But just because they worked together doesn't mean they're friends right? He's been friends with her mother since they were children, he couldn't betray them, could he?

Sansa kept driving, doubting Petyr's allegiance, but remembering they were in Winterfell, regardless. She was safe.

Unless he let in Baratheons.

They kept driving and driving. The seven mile drive of thick woody forrest that would get non-native people of Winterfell lost, was like a stroll in the park for her. If Petyr really was a bad guy, wouldn't anybody have found out by now? Would he even be allowed in Winterfell? People here were proud and loyal and if you broke their trust they cut you out completely. They would have known by now, right? Suspicion and doubt kept creeping up on her until she saw two black cars appear on her rearview mirror.

"Baratheons." Without a doubt.

Margaery turned around to look at the cars. She grabbed her gun, rolled down her window and handed Sansa's hers. Sansa almost refused but Margaery grabbed Sansa's face, gave her the kiss of her life and said, "It's okay Sansa, just hold it, please. You don't have to shoot, only if you want to."

The thought brought chills in her chest, but Sansa clung onto the gun and steering wheel with all her life.

Margaery was the first to shoot, but the black cars weren't too late to retaliate. Sansa went to take a side road but they were all blocked off by others waiting. Two more cars started to follow and she could feel her palms getting sweatier. Desperately, she drove on.

Gun shot after gun shot, Sansa began to wonder if they were a bad aim or if she was driving too crazy to allow them a good shot.

A loud bang and a crash told Sansa that Margaery shot at a tire, flipping a car over and crashing the car behind them. Thank god, it was only two after them and Margaery was incredible. Sansa wanted to shoot at them too but the winding road, bumps, and hills didn't allow her to take her eyes off the road for a second.

"Good one, Annie Oakley!" Sansa shouted to Margaery. She was laughing and she didn't know why, it had to be delirium.

It was two against one and their cars was faster. One started to drive next to them, shooting and busting all the windows except for the front one. The road was getting smaller and smaller that forced Sansa put the pedal to the floor, speeding up and gaining ahead. If they survived this Sansa promised herself that they could make money off this. They had all the luck in the world now, she knew it, but luck runs out. Margaery was running out of ammo and more cars were starting to follow.

They were almost out of the clearing when she heard a tire bust.

But it wasn't a Baratheon's. It was theirs. Sansa pressed on the breaks as fast as she could but they spun and flipped at least three times, surprisingly landing right side up.

Black and red blurs was all that she could see until her vision started to clear.

She saw a gash on Margaery's head that made Sansa reach out for her. A cry barely escaping her lips. There wasn't much blood and if Sansa knew anything about head injuries, it was that blood was a good thing and the less blood the more likely it was internal bleeding.

"I'm fine, baby." Margaery muttered. But Sansa didn't believe her for a second.

"Margaery hold on, we're out of the clearing, they should be here. They'll be here any second." They being Arya, hopefully, or anybody who knew they were coming. Anybody at all. Somebody.

Sansa tried to get the car to start again, but it was ruined. There was smoke everywhere and her instincts told her it'd catch fire. She opened the door, muffling a scream, when she realized her left arm was broken. Sansa saw cars totaled everywhere, she wondered if there were any Baratheons alive. She didn't care. They could shoot her if they wanted to, she just had to get Margaery out of the car.

Sansa pulled her out with her right arm, feeling the ribs on her side ache in pain, probably broken as well. Margaery's eyes were fluttering, unconsciousness trying to take her under.

"Marg, please, you have to stay awake." Panic was at it's peak in her voice, she almost didn't sound like herself. She got Margaery out of the car and walking, although she was leaning heavily on Sansa. Her face had many gashes and bruises were already forming, but it was the slow pour of blood coming out of her head that scared the life out of Sansa.

They were slowly but surely walking way from the car when it lit fire and she heard foot steps. Sansa turned to look and saw Petyr Baelish coming towards them, unharmed and armed with a twisted smile on his face.

"My dearest Sansa, you thought you could get away." Sansa collapsed. Out of fear or maybe the adrenaline was wearing off, but should couldn't hold Margaery anymore and her ankle felt broken. She held Margaery in her arms, feeling her breath getting lighter and lighter until Sansa asked the one thing she had to know.

"Why did you betray my mother?" It was a sob that escaped her lips but she didn't care. She didn't care. She was holding the woman that she damn near close enough loved in her arms as she was dying. She was so close to home but she'd never make it, and everything in her wanted to reach out and kill him, but she couldn't.

"Oh my dear, I work for only person, and that is myself. When your mother refused to marry me I realized I had to make my own way. I have friends Sansa, everybody is my friend and because you betrayed me, I must betray you. Killing Joffrey will kill the company and I'm the biggest investor. You betrayed me first, Sansa. I've been the one who orchestrated your marriage. It brought me the biggest opportunity in the world and you killed it all. So now I have to kill you. An eye for an eye." He pointed the gun at her and Sansa closed her eyes. Margaery's breathing had stopped and Sansa wanted hers to too. Sansa squeezed her eyes shut and the shot went off.

Except Sansa was still alive. She opened one eye and saw Petyr fall to the ground with disbelief on his face. Sansa felt Margaery cough and saw that she was holding a gun. She saved Sansa yet again. Her skin was pale and cold, Sansa knew she had minutes at most to get Margaery to a hospital.

So Sansa did the only thing she could think to do.

She struggled to stand up and leaned Margaery on her and took her to the car Petyr came in. Kissing Margaery's head and telling her everything was going to be okay as she drove off in the direction she remembered to be the hospital.