The next few days passed in a blur. The damage was not extensive, but the combination of no power and many elderly parishioners to assist, Sandor and Sansa kept very busy. Fr. Sam had come back to the rectory that morning. He was pleased to see that Sansa had stayed with Sandor and was initially shocked by Sansa's whisper of Sandor's chaste and gallant behavior.

Sandor had taken Sansa back to her house to get fresh clothes and pajamas. They had agreed she would stay with him to help and for her own well being until the power was back. Her house was unscathed; it didn't take them long to clean up the fallen branches. They left with the necessities and didn't look back.

Gilly and her son were back at the rectory. The little boy was resting and recuperating comfortably, and Gilly was happy to make meals to use up the food before it had a chance to spoil. Sandor and Sansa worked hard, so they happily ate Gilly's good cooking then visited with Gilly and Fr. Sam after dinner and retired early. They were so exhausted from the hard work that their intimacies were no longer such a distraction. Sandor enjoyed falling asleep with Sansa wrapped around him. He was secretly hoping the power would stay out longer, because when the power came back, life would be back to normal.

Three days later the power came back on, which really was a blessing because their supplies were dwindling, their clothes were filthy and they were in dire need of a bath.

Sandor drove Sansa back to her house and noticed a new car in the driveway. "Harry's back" Sansa replied to Sandor's raised eyebrow.

They walked to the house, the front door was unlocked, and it looked like Harry had just arrived.

"Harry, I'm glad to see you survived the storm! I didn't know you were back." Sansa greeted him.

"Oh," Harry smiled, but looked at his filthy fiancée curiously, "I got back the night before the hurricane hit, but I stayed at the airport hotel. They have a generator, so I thought I would stay there. Looks like I made a good choice, you're filthy. How long has it been since you last showered?" He commented casually.

Sandor growled, "You stayed in the luxury of a hotel and didn't fucking call or come get Sansa?"

Harry looked taken aback "And who might you be?"

Sansa looked back and forth between the two men. She didn't want trouble, but seeing her chance, this was really as good a time as any.

"Harry," She began, "This is my friend Sandor."

Now it was Harry's turn to raise his eyebrows, he eyed the dirty luggage in Sandor's arms, realization that his fiancée had ridden out the storm with this beast of a man. The nasty look the man was giving him, confirmed his suspicion of the man's feelings toward Sansa. It was clear from their body language that they were very comfortable with each other.

"Sansa," Harry began, "You mean to tell me you have spent the storm with this man?" He would have been incredulous, if not for the gentle looks Sansa was giving Sandor. He could tell that their feelings, whatever they were for each other, were clearly mutual.

"She certainly did, " Sandor interrupted, not giving Sansa a chance to reply, "She has been very busy the past few days helping out at the church and taking care of elderly parishioners. You should be very proud of Sansa and ashamed of yourself for not giving her a second thought."

Harry opened and shut his mouth a few times, no words came out.

Sandor spoke again, "Sansa you can stay here or you can get your things and I'll take you back to the church."

Harry looked at them both strangely. "You're going to leave Sansa, you just came home?"

Sansa said in a strong, brave voice, "This is no home to me. Home is where I am valued and cherished. I am not angry Harry, but the charade is over. It is clear that you don't love me or care for me the way that I need and deserve." She turned to Sandor, "There isn't much here that I need or want, let me scoot to my room to get my clothes."

Sandor stood menacingly by the door, waiting for Harry to provoke him. When that didn't happen, Sandor looked at him and said quietly, "You're not going to even fight for her?"

Harry looked surprised and shook his head. "She has never looked at me the way she looks at you. There is no point fighting, for me, it's a lost cause." Harry looked a little sad.

Sandor shook his head, baffled but rather pleased with the turn of events. He went up the stairs to help Sansa carry down her bags.

He put them in the car, while Sansa said goodbye to Harry. She returned his ring and house key. They hugged and parted, Sandor could see Harry was more offended by the 3 days without a shower, more than the fact Sansa was leaving him with another man. He shook his head, opened the door for her and they drove back to the church without a backward glance.