SANSA

Sansa was sitting in the study chair, typing away furiously on the computer when Uncle Petyr entered. He stopped in the doorway, "How was your day?" he questioned.

"Fine," she mumbled, not looking up from her typing. She heard him approach and kept her focus on the computer, although she stiffened slightly.

His fingers were in her hair, gently stroking it for a few seconds before he spoke. "I heard that you had an interesting day today."

She stayed silent as his fingers continued to run through her hair.

"Who dropped you off?" His tone was serious enough to make her turn around. His grey-green eyes studied her intently.

"I had a little accident when crossing the street," she admitted. "This man hit me with his car — just barely!" Sansa quickly amended as Petyr's eyes darkened. "It was hardly a bump. He stopped right in time… but he drove me home afterward because he felt awful."

Petyr leaned down and pressed a small kiss to her lips. "The thought of losing you pains me beyond belief. I am glad that you're alright, sweetling."

She smiled. "I'm fine, really," she assured. She turned back to the computer screen, relieved that he was not angry about her carelessness. They were all each other had since she was thirteen.

"What's on your mind, sweetling? You seem tense," he said.

He always seemed able to read her mind. Sansa bit her bottom lip nervously, watching as his eyes were drawn to the movement. "Petyr," she started. "Remember how I came to your office yesterday asking to borrow your hot-glue gun? You told me I could use it if I found it and then the doorbell rang and you were called away… I was looking for it — I wasn't trying to be nosy but I came across the report on… on-on-Jon." The name escaped her lips in a little whimper and Petyr's body went as taut as a bowstring.

"I'm sorry," she said sensing his ire. He remained silent so she went on.

"I took the paper," she whispered. Petyr looked disappointed and tears filled her eyes. "I'm sorry," she apologized again. "I didn't mean to go behind your back but this is extremely important to me." She pulled the paper out of her book bag and handed it to him. She didn't reveal that she had made several copies.

"Shhh," he finally soothed her, wiping away the tears that had spilled. "Don't waste your tears over this. I forgive you." He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Were you going to tell me about Jon being alive?" Sansa's bottom lip quivered.

"Of course I was. When the time was right. I had to wait first to make sure that having him in your life was the best thing for you."

"Why wouldn't it be?" she questioned, puzzled.

"Because he's a stranger, sweetling. A stranger that has not been in your life for many years. You're holding on to a memory hoping that this strange man will live up to the boy that you remember him as. But the boy that he was never even liked you. What will the man that he has become think of you?"

Sansa lay in bed, unable to sleep. Her mind was on her long lost brother. It had been years since she had last seen him. And all of those years were spent believing that he was dead. A sob rose up unbidden and she tried to clamp it down, but more escaped. Soon terrible sobs were raking her body.

She turned her face into her pillow, trying to muffle them, but the door to her room opened and she sensed Petyr standing in the doorway staring at her. Her breath caught as she heard his footsteps make their way across the room to her bed and then he was sliding in behind her, gathering her in his arms and holding her against him.

"It pains me to see you so sad. Tell me what hurts you so that I can fix it."

Another sob escaped her throat. She didn't want to anger Petyr by bringing Jon up again but her lips quivered and he was waiting for a response. "Jon. I just want to see him." She trembled and stiffened as she waited for his reaction.

His body tensed even as he sighed. "My sweet Sansa, in due time you will be allowed to reunite with him. But not right now. He's only your half brother and you two were never close. What if he rejects you? What if he resents the fact that he suddenly has a little half sister who wants to be in his life? I would never allow him to hurt you. I will meet with him first and get to know how he feels about you before I ever allow him to step foot into your presence. You know that your safety comes before anything else."

Sansa melted against him even as her brows scrunched up. "Jon will never do that. He won't reject me. He's my brother." But there was the tiniest of doubt now planted and lingering.

She awoke with the sun shining in her face and a weight pressing against her back. Sansa flipped over, revealing the form lying next to her. Petyr had stayed in her bed to comfort her last night.

She noticed that he was awake and favored him with a smile. "Good morning," she told him before stretching.

He returned her smile and waited until she had stretched before he playfully pounced on her.

She allowed him to capture her lips in a soft kiss as his weight gently pressed her into the mattress.

Sansa put her hand on his chest when his kiss stretched on longer than she was comfortable with. But he deepened the kiss rather than ending it.

"Petyr. Uncle Petyr," she whined. She usually didn't struggle against his kisses but he didn't tend to get carried away like this. She felt anxious as he smothered her in them, moving from her neck to the top of her bosom then devouring her lips again. It had felt nice at first, but it was quickly becoming too much. She let out a small sigh of relief as he finally lifted his weight off of her.

"Sorry, sweetling. You looked so beautiful this morning I couldn't resist. I hope I didn't frighten you."

His grey-green eyes twinkled at her and she found her anxiety dissipating as she sat up. "No. It's fine now," she answered.

He softly ran his fingers through her locks, then moved her hair out of her face, gifting her with a light kiss before he wished her a good morning and exited her room.

Sansa jumped up, heading to her bathroom to wash. She needed to get to the library again for another day of research.