[A/N]: Sorry for taking a little longer to update this guys. I'm really not sure of where I want this fic to head and with things at work getting so busy I haven't really had the chance to sit down and write. Thanks again to all the reviews, follows and favourites. Thank you Guests for leaving such great reviews, I really do appreciate them so keep them coming!

Arya

She was on her way to bed but as she passed the door to Sansa's room she couldn't help but stop. She wanted to check up on her. As much as she hated her sister at times and she was definitely in the right to do so now, she was still family and she still cared for her. Just keep walking, let it alone she doesn't want to see you.

Taking in a deep breath she knocked on the door. There was no answer so she knocked again. Maybe she's sleeping. Still no answer. She turned to make way back to her room when she heard the door creak open. She could see Sansa peering through the crack she left open, eyeing her suspiciously. "What do you want Arya?"

"I just wanted to talk and to see if you were ok."

"Why are you still being so nice to me? You should hate me, Gods know I deserve it," she sighed.

Taking that as an invitation she approached her sister. "I should but I don't. Mum and dad are right. We're family and well family should always come first shouldn't it?

For the first time in what felt like forever Sansa smiled at her. Not a fake smile a real one. A smile that shone through her bright blue eyes. "Did you want to come in?"

"Umm…yea if you aren't too tired."

"I can't really sleep after all of that."

Arya made her way into her older sister's room. It had remained practically untouched since she moved out with Joffrey. Everything was still very pink and floral. There were old pictures of her when she was still in school but very few photos of her and Joffrey which was strange. She probably just took them with her to their apartment. "So how are you feeling?"

"I could be better. How about you?" Sansa was looking her up and down and cringing when she saw the red sap from the Weirwood tree on her shirt.

"I'll recover. I'm as resilient as a cockroach," she laughed trying to lighten up the mood.

It worked because Sansa laughed along with her. That's a good sign. "I'm sorry Arya, I truly am for all those things I said to you. I didn't mean any of it, you have to believe me."

"I do and I know. I said some horrible things too. It's just what people do when they fight."

"No it's not, you don't have to make excuses for me. I don't know what's happening to me but I feel like I'm losing myself. I'm just so angry all the time and I don't know why." She was sobbing now and her whole body was shaking.

"It's ok Sansa, I'm here for you," she said as she tugged her sister into her arms. She couldn't remember the last time she hugged Sansa. It should have felt awkward but it wasn't. She needed the hug just as much as Sansa did and soon they were both crying into each other's arms.

"I haven't been a very good older sister to you have I?" She looked up at Arya with those famous Tully blue eyes. "You can answer honestly Arya, I won't get angry I swear."

She took in a deep breath, "no you haven't. But I haven't exactly been the best little sister either."

"Yes but you were a child back then. I haven't changed. I've always envied you even back then when we were kids. You were so perfect. Good at sports and so smart. People loved you for you."

Arya looked at her sister with absolute shock. "You've got to be kidding me Sans. I was hardly perfect, you were the one surrounded by friends and always making mum proud."

"It may have looked like that but those people weren't really my friends. They just liked being around me because of our family. Because I was a Stark. I could see through them but ignored it. You on the other hand didn't want anything to do with them. You were so brave going out on your own like that and now all those same people who were my friends want to be around you. Even Joffrey."

Arya was taken aback by this. What am I supposed to say to that? "Sans, about Joffrey…I err don't know…what I should do?" Well that was a stupid fucking thing to say wasn't it?

"You should do what you feel is right. What he did was wrong, and you aren't the first girl he's done that to."

"What do you mean, I'm not the first?"

"He's twisted Arya. Cersei fills his head with all these stupid ideas of how he is above it all. Even the law and that being a Lannister means they take what they want."

"Has he hurt you?" the story her father told her was still fresh in her mind and she wanted to try to understand why her sister would still be with someone she thought was twisted.

Sansa got up off the bed and walked over to the door. She locked it and headed back to the bed Arya was sitting on. "You have to promise me Arya, that you won't tell a soul what I'm about to tell you ok?"

She nodded but couldn't help but bite her lip.

"I need you to swear to me you won't Arya. Nobody. Not dad, not Jon and definitely not Gendry."

She had only just started dating Gendry and didn't want to keep anything from him. Keeping secrets was one of the biggest things that broke couples up and she didn't want to head down that path with him ever. This was her sister though. The sister who told her she hated her was now confiding in her. There was desperation in her eyes and she didn't want to disappoint her. "Ok I promise, I won't tell anyone." Was it bad that she was crossing her toes?

Sansa took in a few deep breaths before grabbing hold of Arya's hands. She was trembling and kept looking around the room to make sure no-one was lurking in a corner listening in on their conversation. "Joffrey is a monster. He is one of the cruellest people I've ever met and yes he hurts me."

Sansa's eyes were filled with tears again. The rage in Arya blazed within her. "I'll fucking kill him Sansa," she fumed.

Sansa couldn't help but chuckle in between her ragged breathing. "He doesn't deserve something so quick. He deserves to suffer for what he's done." There was a deadly tone to her voice, one that gave Arya goosebumps.

"Dad told me about that night you came home covered in bruises," she started. "Was that Joffrey?"

She looked a bit shocked. Shit maybe I shouldn't have said anything. "What did he tell you exactly?"

Yep she definitely shouldn't have said anything. "Umm…he just said that you came home one night with your clothes torn and bruises all over your body. He said you couldn't remember what happened, like you blacked out or something."

Sansa thought over Arya's words before probing for more information. "Did he say anything else?"

Should she mention the Sandor thing? Fuck it she's already started telling her, she may as well go all out. "Yea he told us about Joffrey and Sandor. How it was Sandor who hurt you, which is why Joffrey shot him."

Sansa was crying again but it was worse than before. Much worse. "Sandor never touched me. He…he was a good man, he was my friend and he tried to help me. If I had known Joffrey was going to do what he did I would never have left him alone with him."

Arya was confused now. What was Sansa trying to tell her exactly? "Then why are you still with him Sansa? If he hurt you and if he tried to kill your friend, why would you stay with him?"

"Tried? Joffrey didn't try to kill him, he did and dad helped him."

"Dad didn't do anything but-" oh shit she shouldn't have said that.

"What do you mean dad didn't do anything? I was there Arya and I know what he did. Dad's just as bad as he is. He's like everyone else, letting Joffrey get away with what he did to Sandor."

"No dad would never do that Sans. He's not like that he was only trying to protect you."

"What else did he tell you Arya? You're holding something back, I can tell, you've never been good at lying."

"Nothing…just don't blame dad, he thought he was looking out for you. You should have told him the truth."

"You're lying to me Arya." Sansa grabbed a strong hold of her arm. "Tell me Arya. Please." She was begging.

"Ok fine, but this information can't leave the room ok? Dad will kill me if he finds out I told you."

"What did he say?"

"Your friend Sandor isn't dead."

"What!" Sansa had her hands clasped over her mouth. She jumped off the bed and paced the room frantically before bursting out with laughter and running at Arya and embracing her in hug. "So he's ok?" she pulled away, her eyes now filled with something akin to hope.

"I don't know if ok is the best way to describe it…he's not dead which is good but he's still in a coma."

Sansa's face instantly dropped. Disappointed again. "Oh," was all she said. She stood up again, running her hands down her dress to try and iron out the creases.

"You cared about him didn't you?" she asked.

Sansa looked at her with sad eyes. "He…he was kind to me. After Joffrey beat me, Sandor would come in and tend to my wounds. One night when Joff was drunk and angrier than usual Sandor stopped him. He could have lost his job, or worse but he didn't care. He saved me and now he is lying in a coma somewhere because of me."

"No Sansa, it's not your fault. The only person to blame is Joffrey."

She cradled Sansa in her arms and stroked her hair trying to ease her pain. She knew her sister must have felt more for this Sandor guy then she let on. "Why don't you just leave him Sansa? I don't understand why you would keep putting yourself in this position."

"You wouldn't understand."

"Try me."

Sansa breathed in heavily. "I'm doing it for Sandor. I'm doing it for me and for all the other people Joffrey has hurt. I'm gathering enough evidence to destroy the Lannister legacy."

"You're what?"

"I'm going to destroy them Arya. I'm going to destroy Joffrey and Cersei for what they did to Sandor, for what they did to me. This is the only way."

"No it's not Sans. The police can help. If you testify to what he did he will be sent away for a very long time. Dad will make sure of it and so will Mr. Baratheon."

Sansa just laughed and shook her head at Arya. "No they won't. The Lannisters are dangerous Arya. Cersei has so many dirty cops under her control. And her father is even worse. The Lannisters are made of money and they have the means to make all their problems go away with the snap of their fingers. Gendry's dad doesn't stand a chance."

Arya let her sisters words sink in. What kind of mess are they all in? "It sounds dangerous Sans. What if they find out what you're up to?"

"I have no choice Arya. If I go up against them with nothing I'm as good as dead and so are all of you. The Lannisters like to make a statement, especially Joffrey. I know his mind works and I've heard about what he's done to other people."

"Gods Sansa this is ridiculous. This is the last fucking thing I expected to hear from you. I thought maybe you were a bit emotional but now I find out you're on some sort of undercover mission to bring down the Lannisters. Who would have thought you were such a bad arse?" she joked.

They both laughed together. Sansa looked as if I huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. "So is there anything I can do to help?"

"Yes just pretend you still hate me. We have to look like we're still fighting. I'm really close Arya, I can feel it. I just need to make sure they're all brought down. We can't afford to have any of them free to get back at us."

It was strange seeing this side of her sister. She never thought Sansa would be the type to stand up to anyone, let alone the Lannisters.

"Oh and can you give this to dad." Sansa pulled out a box that she had hidden under her bed and handed her a disc. "It's for Sandor. He made it for me and who knows…it might help him wake up."

She could hear the hope in her sister's voice and even though it was highly unlikely she took it, offering her sister a small smile. "Sure. I hope he does."

"Me too."

Arya made to leave. She still hadn't changed and really wanted to wash the feeling of Joffrey off her.

"Oh and Arya."

"Yea," she said turning slightly to look at her sister.

"All that stuff I said about Gendry was a lie. He never hit on me. Not once. It was actually the other way around and he's never been the type to use girls. I was just jealous. I can tell he really likes you."

She didn't need Sansa's reassurances but it did make her smile. "Thanks Sans. Keep safe and let me know if there's anything else I can do to help."

"I will. Go clean yourself up and get some rest. We're going to have to continue to put on the performances of our lives until this whole thing is done."

Arya headed to her room and found Gendry sitting on the edge of her bed with his back facing her.

So for all the Sansa fans I hope you are happy that she is starting to redeem herself. As usual your reviews are welcomed and let me know what you do and don't like.