As Sandor walked away, his emotions went from disappointment and sadness of sorts to anger. Frankly, he was pissed off. How dare that woman judge him! If it weren't for him, she would have hit her head and gotten really hurt. He saved her and she didn't have the decency to thank him or even smile!

He stormed out of the church and kicked open the door to his apartment. He sat at his table. He saw his 2 year sobriety chip on the table. He was thinking how he would really like to drown his sorrows, disappointment and pain in some alcohol. Then maybe he could beat the shit out of someone. That would cheer him up. He closed his eyes. That was the old Sandor, back when he was a mangy dog. The more he thought about it, alcohol and violence wouldn't solve this problem.

So, what would solve the problem? Did he have the courage to go back and see if that woman had moved from the couch? If she was gone, then he would go chop firewood for Fr. Sam. The physical exertion of chopping wood might calm him down.

Sandor stood up, washed his face in the kitchen sink. Out the door he went.

He saw that the woman was talking to Fr. Sam. He took a deep breath and approached them.

"How is she doing, Father?" Sandor mumbled.

Fr. Sam grinned at him "Sansa, "Sam began, "I don't know if you have been properly introduced to Mr. Clegane? He really runs the parish, making sure everything is the way it's supposed to be. He must be heaven sent, as he saved you a nasty headache."

Sansa blushed prettily, "Thank you so very much Mr. Clegane," She began "I was running late and didn't eat breakfast this morning. Then I locked my knees. Oh my goodness, I am such a fool."

"Please," Sandor rasped, noticing Sansa had not adverted her eyes and was looking at him while she spoke, "Please call me Sandor."

Fr. Sam rubbed his hands together as his ample stomach growled "I hate to interrupted but my stomach alarm just went off and it is now time for our coffee break. Sansa, you need nourishment, please join us." He ushered her into the rectory. Sandor followed, not believing his good fortune.

The housekeeper, Gilly's greatest joy was feeding Fr. Sam and Sandor. Gilly had been Sam's housekeeper and cook as long as Sandor had been at the church. Gilly had an older husband who Sandor suspected was abusive. She had a young son, whom Sam adored. Gilly and her little one were usually in the rectory, cleaning, cooking, and keeping things homey and merry. Sam insisted Sandor share meals with him. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement. After 2 years together it was an easy and amicable friendship. Sandor was content to sit and drink his coffee and listen to Fr. Sam chat up Sansa.

Gilly had made her famous lemon cakes, which Sansa found delicious. Fr. Sam laughed, as Sansa was starting on her third cake. "I'll have to tell you in advance when Gilly makes those cakes for coffee break, so you'll be able to join us. For a little bit of a thing, boy, you can put away those cakes!"

Sansa chewed, swallowed and grinned "You know Father," she began, "If those lemon cakes weren't as delicious, I might be embarrassed, but I truly have never eaten anything so delicious!"

Coffee break was over; Sandor excused himself to go chop wood. He was feeling better.

He could see in through the rectory window, Sansa and Sam chatted some more. Sansa was giggling with Gilly and her little boy.

On her way out, she approached Sandor. She watched him chop wood for a little bit "You're really strong" she said aloud.

"Aye" He kept chopping

"I just wanted to thank you again for saving me" she smiled at him.

"It was the least I could do" Sandor mumbled awkwardly, delighted inside.

"I see you every day," Sansa began, "I am glad that we finally got to meet." She smiled shyly.

Sandor smiled back, which he thought actually made his scars and his face look worse.

Sansa, much to both of their surprise, stood tiptoe, and boldly took both of Sandor's cheeks in her hands and kissed the burnt one. She smelled like lemon cakes.