Sansa had had more memories. Robb was certain of it. The kind she couldn't understand and had probably disturbed her. Jon had said she'd looked spooked, he'd also said she'd thrown up. Right now, all Robb wanted to do was get to her and talk to her and try to make her understand what had gone on. He couldn't even imagine how she must feel and what she must think trying to piece it all together. Most likely, Sansa was having the same reaction to it that their mother had when he'd confessed: disgust.

"Would you slow down?" Margaery groused behind him. "I don't really get why we have to run after Sansa just because she had a spot of food poisoning. It happens. Jon's with her so I'm sure she's fine, Robb."

"He said she wasn't acting right," Robb told her.

"Yeah, and maybe Jon's a drama queen. But, I mean, does anyone act right when they have food poisoning? It sucks."

Robb forced himself to slow down. If he acted too crazy about getting to Sansa, Margaery might say something to his parents. That would not be good, especially when it came to Catelyn. If she knew that Sansa was having memories of them she might tell him to go away again. He wouldn't survive another separation from Sansa, especially now if she remembered and there was some small chance they could find a way to be together.

"You're right," he said and forced himself to slow down.

"I'm always right," she replied and slung her arm through his even though the path was not wide enough to walk side-by-side for very long. "Ya know, we could make some use of the fact that no one is around…" She pushed him off the path and against a tree. Robb winced as his head cracked against it. He looked down at Margaery who was looking up at him like she meant to have him as a snack.

She probably did.

"People will be walking by here," he told her.

"We could give them a show," she said with a smirk.

"No, I don't think so," Robb said and pushed her gently away from him. "Come on, let's get back to the picnic."

Robb spent the walk back trying to figure out a way to see Sansa alone without rousing any suspicion from his mother.

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"Sansa, how are you feeling?" Jon asked gently as he sat down facing her on her bed. Sansa was curled up in fetal position just staring across her room.

"I'm fine," she said hollowly.

"Do you feel sick?"

In the head, she thought. "I'm fine."

"Can you give me a little more than that?" he asked and ran his hand through her hair. "Maybe what else has upset you besides throwing up?"

Her phone rang then and she shook her head as she looked at it on her nightstand.

Jon grabbed it and went out in the hall.

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"What's going on with my sister?" Robb asked Jon. He'd managed to break away from the picnic and Margaery by hiding in the bathroom. "Why didn't she answer her own phone?"

"She looked at it like it was the devil," Jon replied. "So I figured I would get it for her."

"What is she doing?"

"She's just lying in bed all curled up looking rather…well…"

"Yeah?"

"Broken. She's staring off into space and every time I ask her if she's okay, if she needs something, or how she's feeling she just says 'I'm fine'. Do you think one of you Starks could come and see her?"

Robb would think of something to tell his mother. He had to. But he didn't want Jon to know he would be coming in case he told Sansa that. She might get it in her head to avoid him. "I'll see if I can get Bran or Rickon to head over."

"Thanks, man. I'll tell her."

Robb ended the call and stuffed his phone in his pocket. Okay. He had to do this right and give his mother no cause for suspicion, and no reason to prefer to actually send Bran or Rickon over. Hopefully, Margaery would do him a solid and not blab about how worried he was about Sansa.

He left the bathroom and made his way over to his mother and father who were sitting at a table talking with some friends. He waved to his mother to get her attention. If he spoke to his father and his mother found out she would get suspicious. Best to talk to her first.

She came over to him with a frown. "What is it?"

"Jon called me on Sansa's phone," Robb said. "I guess she got sick when they went on the trail. She threw up."

"Oh no!" Catelyn looked worried. "Where is she now?"

"Jon took her home. I just talked to him. He's with her, and I guess she's really not feeling all that great. He doesn't want to leave her alone to get her something to help settle her belly and keep her hydrated so I thought I'd head out and do that."

"Of course, of course. If you need me, give me a call. In fact, just call me anyway and let me know how she's doing, okay?"

"Definitely," Robb said.

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"I don't want any of my brothers here," Sansa told Jon. "And definitely not Arya. She'll just call me a cow and tell me to get out of bed."

"I think you should just see them, Sansa," Jon said. "Maybe it will help with…whatever it is that's upsetting you so much. Since you don't want to tell me, or can't, maybe having someone here that you can tell will help."

Nothing can help me, and certainly no one, Sansa thought miserably. I fucked my brother, Jon. Before you knew me I was a brother-fucker. And if my feelings for him as of late are anything to go by I've been headed down that path again. I'm sick. And so is Robb.

"I want to wash my face," she murmured and crawled out of the bed.

Jon helped her out of the bed even though she didn't need it. He was such a good man. And she liked him, she really did. He was her best friend…and she could never tell him the truth of her life. She could never tell anyone.

Sansa shut the bathroom door behind her and stared at herself in the mirror. Her dream came back; the one of her and Robb groping each other in this very bathroom.

It hadn't been a dream, had it? she thought. It had been a memory. Had all those dreams been memories in disguise? Why now? Why were they all coming back now?

Robb. That was the reason why. That had to be the reason why. His presence back home had opened some kind of door in her mind. Not all of the puzzle pieces were there, but she was sure it wouldn't take long.

She washed her face, dried it, and padded back to her bedroom.

She froze when she saw Robb standing there. She looked around. Where did Jon go? She needed him; she couldn't be alone with Robb. She didn't even want to be in same room as him.

"Jon?!" she called out and rushed out of the room. "Jon?"

"He's gone, Sansa," Robb said from behind her just as she reached the top of the stairs. "I sent him to the store to get ginger ale and Gatorade."

"I don't want to talk to you," she said.

When she felt his hand on her arm she jerked away from him. She turned to face him but wouldn't look at him. "Don't touch me," she snapped. "Don't ever touch me again."

"You remember," he said softly.

"Not everything, but I got the gyst."

"On the trail?"

"I don't want to talk about this," she said and started marching down the hall to her bedroom. She heard Robb following her quickly and she tried to shut the door before he could get in, but he pushed his way in.

"I know you don't want to talk about this, Sansa. I know that it's upset you—"

"Upset me?" she shouted. "There are no words to describe how I feel right now, Robb. You're my brother. I was…with my brother."

"I know," he said softly.

"God, it's not the whole family, is it? Are we all sick? Are Bran and Arya…are you and Arya?"

"Sansa, no. It was only us."

"Why?"

"Because we loved each other. Not just as brother and sister, but as a man and a woman."

She shook her head adamantly and wiped furiously at the tears that fell. "No. No. No."

"Yes. Can you tell me what you remember?"

"I can't even say it. We were sick, right? Is that why you went away? To get help? Did it work? Can I go, too?"

He sighed and shut his eyes. When he opened them, she saw tears. He raked a hand through his hair and said, "I went away because Mom figured it out and I had to tell her the truth. She wanted me to go, and I knew that I had to. For you. I wanted to give you a chance at a normal life. Since you didn't remember, you had more of a chance for that than I did."

Sansa was reeling. "Mom…knows? Mom. Our Mom."

"Yes, Sansa, our mom. She knows."

"Does anyone else?"

"No."

"I'm sorry," he said and started to cry. "I didn't want this for you. I didn't want it to happen this way."

Sansa forced herself to stand still even though part of her wanted to go to him. How could she comfort him in this though? She could barely wrap her mind around it and he was her big brother that was supposed to protect her, not fuck her.

"Tell me what I can do to make this better for you, please," he begged. "I'll do it. I'll do anything."

"When did it start?" she asked quietly. "How?"

"I fell in love with you—"

"Don't say that."

"It's true, Sansa. You might not like it or welcome it but I love you."

She turned her head away from him and looked out her window that she was standing next to. "Jon's back," she murmured.

"Sansa, send him away, please. We need to talk about this."

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Sansa didn't even remember what she told Jon to make him leave. He did though, yet he was worried. He kissed her forehead and told her he'd call her later. Sansa tried not to feel she wasn't worthy of such a good man.

"Thank you," Robb said after Jon was gone and she'd shut the door.

"I didn't send him away for you," she said and turned to face him.

"Just the same." He gestured to the table. "Have a seat?"

She did so, stiffly. She stretched her arms out on the table and folded her hands together tightly. He sat down across from her.

"It started when I was a junior and you were a freshman," he told her. "I know you don't want to hear it, but I fell in love with you."

"How is that even possible?"

"Sansa, we were always close—"

"So are Bran and Rickon. So are Arya and Bran. So are a million other siblings on the planet. That doesn't mean you fall into bed with them!"

"It wasn't just sex, Sansa. That's not what it was about. Not for us. You loved me back. I didn't rape you, I didn't take advantage of you. I would never have done that."

"Oh, well, that takes a load off. My brother that was fucking me on the side had some standards," she said sarcastically.

He clenched his jaw. "You fucked me back, Sansa. It wasn't a one-sided thing. In fact, you were the one that kissed me and started our whole affair. Do you remember that?"

She glared at him. "No."

"When you had those memories, did you feel anything? I'm not talking about the obvious distress you felt. You said this morning when you remembered me pushing you on the swings and how I punched that kid for you, you said you felt the closeness we had. Did you feel anything when you remembered the other things?"

Sansa pursed her lips together and slid her arms off the table.

Her silence said everything that she would not. "You did," he said.

She looked at him for a long time and then finally stood from her chair. "I'm done talking," she said and headed back to her room.

Robb let her go. She had a lot to think about. A lot to process already.

He was ashamed to feel hope.