Sansa avoided Robb for two days. She didn't go to work, only to classes. She claimed she still wasn't up to par and that she had papers to finish before the end of the semester. Robb supposed he should at least be thankful that she hadn't told their mother about those memories returning.

He knew he had to give her space. He couldn't push her to talk to him, even if he knew she must have questions. A lot had been thrown at her in a short span of time, so he gave her the time she needed to process.

On the third day, she finally came to him. It was late, everyone else was in bed and Robb was sitting up in bed and reading one of his textbooks when there was a faint knock on his door. He got up, thinking it was anyone else in the house but Sansa. She had never been down to his room in the basement. Not once.

But then there she was, not looking directly at him and playing with the hem of her shirt. She looked nervous; she rather reminded him of a frightened animal ready to bolt at the first chance she got. "Can we talk?" she asked.

Don't act too eager, he told himself. Don't scare her off. He stepped aside to let her through. "Of course."

Robb let her claim a spot (his desk chair) before he claimed his own (the chair in the corner opposite her. He thought sitting on the bed might creep her out).

She shifted in the chair as though she couldn't get comfortable, further evidence that she was feeling rattled – not that he blamed her. Robb waited patiently for her to start. He was determined that she would be in charge here, not him. It was the only way to gain her trust and hopefully calm her nerves.

"You said that I initiated it," she said finally. "Can you tell me how?" She sounded as though she was conducting a professional interview. He supposed this was her way of keeping him at a distance while she sorted it all out in her head.

"Sure," he said. "Well, we were at the park together and horsing around like kids, like the old days – swinging on the swings, going on the monkey bars, playing on the see-saw. Then we just kind of sat down together on one of the benches near the water."

"We went to the park a lot, ya know… before?"

"Yes. We'd go and just spend time together. I pushed you on the swings, we walked on the trail, and we talked. Like I said before, we were close."

"And you had… feelings for me then?"

"Yes, Sansa. I was in love with you then."

Her all business demeanor dropped and her brow furrowed in confusion, her posture dropping and not so ramrod straight. "How – ?" She broke off and shook her head. "Forget it." She straightened again. "Keep going about what happened that night, please."

Robb leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. "You put your head on my shoulder while we were sitting there. We both got quiet. I was thinking about how much I wanted to kiss you and couldn't and I turned my head to tell you we should head back and you…laid one on me."

She pursed her lips together. "And then what?"

"I stopped it."

She cocked her head to the side. "Why? If it's what you wanted?"

"Because as much as I wanted it, I needed to know why you did it and make sure you knew what you were doing."

"Wouldn't my having done it meant that I knew what I was doing?"

Robb smiled. "That's what you said then, too."

She didn't smile back. "Then what happened?"

"We talked about it. You were embarrassed that I'd stopped it and worried that I thought you were, in your words, gross."

"Hm."

"I put you at ease by telling you I loved you, and had for a long time. You asked me if I meant that I loved you as a brother or as something more—"

"And you said as something more," she finished. She was looking somewhere across the room though, and not at Robb. "Then I told you I felt the same way and we kissed again. Then you stopped it again and said we had to talk about what this meant and what would happen next."

"Yes," Robb said softly. "You remembered. Just now or—?"

Now she looked at him. "No, I remembered yesterday."

"Then why…?"

"I wanted to verify I guess. I've been having dreams since you came home. Now I think they might have been memories."

"Can you tell me about some of them?"

She reddened and looked down at her lap. She was sitting on her hands and had her legs together primly. "I don't think I can."

"I can verify—"

"They were a little X-rated, Robb. I'm not feeling all that comfortable talking about it."

"All of them?"

She looked at him with an arched brow. "You sound almost…gleeful."

He opted not to answer her on that. "You've been having dreams about us this whole time I've been back?" His mind went back over all the exchanges they'd had since he returned. He sat up straighter. "Is that why you weren't talking to me? Because you were remembering?"

"I didn't know they were memories. I didn't know what going on. To me they were just dreams that I…couldn't understand."

"What did they make you feel, Sansa?"

"Uncomfortable. Wrong. Sick." She shifted in her seat and pulled her hands out from under her. She was rattled again or, rather, still.

He watched her long and hard. She was keeping something from him. He knew it. Some parts of her had changed after the accident, but his Sansa was still in there and he wasn't so out of touch with her to know when she was deliberately keeping something from him.

"What else?" he asked.

"What?"

"What else did you feel?"

She looked at him sharply. And nervously. "Isn't that enough?"

"No, because you all but admitted you felt the emotions of your memories—"

"I never said that."

"You're right, you didn't. If I remember correctly, you wouldn't answer me when I asked you if you did. And then you walked away. In the park when you had that memory of us on the playground—"

"Oh, fuck the park!" she exclaimed. So she was hiding something.

Robb wasn't about to let it go though, and her unwillingness to tell him – even to attempt to lie to him – was telling. He just wanted her to admit it so they could actually get somewhere. He stood. "Sansa. What. Did. You. Feel?"

She lifted her chin and looked at him defiantly. "Nothing."

"Liar," he started walking towards her and she got up and moved away from him. He stopped pursuing her. "When you stopped talking to me and I asked you why, you didn't have an answer for me. And then I noticed you stopped talking to Margaery. Why did you stop talking to your friend?"

"You're like a dog with a bone," she muttered.

"Answer the question, Sansa," he demanded.

She glared at him. "You're not the boss of me, Robb."

He started walking slowly towards her again and she moved to the side just as slow.

"I remember a time when we were together and you got very jealous of your friend Roslin," he began. "You thought I was flirting with her and I wasn't. While I was giving her car a jump and checking her fluids, the way I always used to do for you, you just left. You didn't say anything to either of us. You just disappeared. You wouldn't talk to me. I can only imagine that perhaps you didn't talk to Roslin either. I got it out of you that you'd been jealous."

"So you think because I don't talk to you and Margaery I'm automatically jealous? How did my dreams making me uncomfortable lead you down that path? Maybe I just didn't want to talk to anyone."

He shook his head, frustrated that she just wouldn't admit it. "Because you were having feelings with those dreams, Sansa." He was aware that his frustration was bleeding through in his tone, but he couldn't stop it. No one quite got under his skin the way Sansa could. She'd always been aggravatingly stubborn. "You were having feelings for me. And Margaery was someone I was being forced to date."

She stopped moving and so did he. Her brow furrowed. "Wait. Forced?"

Robb sighed. "Mom thought we were getting a little too chummy. She strongly urged me to date. Dad must have told her that Margaery flirted with me at work so she suggested I go out with her. She thought I should try to find someone for myself."

"Unfuckingbelievable," Sansa muttered.

"What?"

"You and Mom keeping all this from me. I mean I'm sure there's no Hallmark card for this kind of situation – 'Glad you're out of the coma, sorry for the memory loss, allow me to fill you in on all the sexcapades you've been having with your brother!' Fucking hell!"

"Sansa, it's not like there was an easy way to tell you something like that," he ground out.

"I understand that, but maybe it would have been better than having me remember during Dad's company picnic while I'm going for a walk in the woods with my boyfriend! It's a little disconcerting when you happen to look over at some nice grassy knoll and have the memory of your brother going down on said grassy knoll."

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Oh. You're sorry. I feel better!"

"We thought my going away would help."

"How did you end up telling Mom?"

"She suspected before the accident—"

Sansa held up a finger. "Wait." She pointed at Robb. "Tell me about Joffrey. Where did he fit in?"

Robb sighed heavily and raked a hand through his hair.

Sansa had the urge to fix his curls –

"Robb, what's going on?" she asked. She was worried. He looked strung out.

"She told me that she saw us last night watching TV when she got up to get a drink in the kitchen," Robb said and started to pace. "She said she noticed something between us."

"Oh no, not that!" Sansa faux gasped, trying to lighten his mood.

He stopped and looked at her sternly. This was Robb in serious mode. "Sansa, she said that there was an intimacy between us that made her uncomfortable. She said that it's not the first time she's noticed it and just chalked it up to us being close, but after she saw how we were together she can't ignore it anymore."

"Robb—"

"Sansa, she asked me point blank if there was something going on between us. She couldn't even get the words out…" He looked so sad by that.

Sansa went over to him and put her hands on his shoulders. "What did you tell her?" she asked.

"I told her that I don't know what she thought she saw but she was mistaken," he told her. "I told her I would never do anything like that with you and of course you never would with me. I told her I couldn't believe she would even suggest that."

"And?"

"I'm not sure she bought it. Sansa, I'm a little worried."

She arched a brow. "A little?" She supposed it was the wrong thing to say, but when Robb got like this he saw problems, not solutions. Sansa wanted to focus on solutions.

"How can you not be?" he demanded. "If Mom and Dad find out about us they could separate us, Sansa. They could make me go away. Do you want that?"

"Of course not," she said and wound her arms around him tightly. Robb wrapped his arms around her and held her just as tightly. She couldn't fathom the thought of being separated from Robb. It would be like losing a limb. It would be like taking a piece of her soul. "I love you," she said softly.

"We need to lay low," he told her. "We need to keep our distance. We can't give her any reason to suspect."

A plan began to form in Sansa's mind. A way to get their mother off the scent…

"Sansa, are you listening to me?"

She pulled back and looked up at him. "I'll get a boyfriend."

He gaped at her. "What?"

"There's a boy at school that asked me out a couple times—"

"How am I just hearing about this now?" he demanded.

She rolled her eyes. "Really, Robb? Now's not the time—"

"Who is he?"

"His name is Joffrey. He's some popular rich boy. He seems nice." Actually, Sansa thought he was a bit of a pompous ass but she didn't need to make this a long-term thing. She just needed to go out with him a few times. But, if Robb knew she thought he was a jerk there was no way he'd let her go out with him. She was pretty certain he was going to fight her on this as it was. "Look, I'll just go out with him a few times. No big deal. Mom will stop worrying—"

"Or maybe we should do nothing and go on as we have," Robb said, and she could hear the desperation in his voice. "If you all of a sudden get a boyfriend she might think we're actually guilty."

"How about this – how about we do nothing for a while and then in a couple weeks I'll tell Joffrey I'll go out with him. I'll play it off like it's no big deal and I'm not really sure it's what I want to do and Mom will do her Mom thing where she talks to me about it, maybe even convinces me it's a good idea, and then that's it. It's done. After a couple dates I'll stop seeing him. Ba da bing, ba da boom, it's done."

"Why can't I just go out with some girl? Jeyne at work flirts with me all the time," Robb said.

Nope. No way was she going to watch Robb go out with another girl. Over her dead body. She was aware she had a bit of a jealous streak in her when it came to Robb. She supposed it was the fact that they already had to sneak around so much as it was, and couldn't be open with their feelings. She was a bit covetous of their time together as a result and didn't like interlopers. Plus, she was well aware of how hot he was.

"Nope, I'm going to go out with Joffrey. It's decided," Sansa said and turned away from him and smiled coyly at him. "You don't want me to boil any bunnies in a fit of jealousy do you, Robb?"

"Sansa? Where did you go?"

Sansa blinked a few times. She'd been staring off, lost in the memory. She looked at Robb. He was close now. Right in front of her close. Nearly in her space close. He looked worried. "Did you just have a memory?" he asked.

"Yes. Mom thought something was going on and I offered to date Joffrey to get her off the scent," she replied.

Robb clenched his jaw. "Yes. I never should have let you go out with that monster."

"I didn't want you to go out with another girl. I was too jealous even just thinking about it."

He looked at her knowingly. "You felt that."

"Yes, I—"

Shit.

Sansa took a step back. Robb took a step forward. "Tell me what you were feeling when you stopped talking to me and Margaery," he said, his voice a low rumble.

Sansa didn't want to feel it like a caress over her body, but she did. She backed away again and he followed. "Honestly? I thought you were a bit of slut after Margaery told me she blew you on your first date," she said bitingly. "I thought you were better than that."

Robb froze. "She…she told you that?"

"It slipped out." Kind of like your dick, she thought.

"She shouldn't have told you that," Robb said irritably.

Sansa started to laugh. She couldn't help it. She had officially lost her mind. Robb looked at her as though he thought the same thing.

"Relatively speaking, I don't think it matters," she said, laughing. "Spoiler alert – I'm not a virgin. I'm assuming I lost my virginity to you, right?"

He nodded, still looking so serious. "Yes."

She couldn't seem to stop laughing. It was bordering on hysteria. "So, does it really matter if Margaery told me she sucked your dick? Based on the dreams I had we probably could have been trading stories."

"Sansa, stop," he snapped.

"Oh, come on. I've spent the past couple days crying and thinking I'm sick. I was looking into mental institutions."

"Sansa—"

"So, I'm sorry if I happened to find some humor in a very fucked up situation." All traces of laughter was gone from her voice now. "If I don't laugh I'll cry. Poor Jon doesn't know what to do with me. And it's not like I can tell him. I can't even look at Mom."

"I'm sorry."

"You keep saying that! Is there anything else you can say, Robb?"

He startled her by taking her face in his hands. "I love you," he said hoarsely. "I still love you, Sansa. I never stopped."

She put her hands around each of his wrists to stop him even as she felt herself sway into him.

"Sansa," he whispered. "You were feeling all those feeling again, weren't you?"

He drew her face closer – or he moved his closer – Sansa wasn't sure. All she knew was she could feel his hot breath on her face and she liked it. She closed her eyes and she started to breathe heavier.

"You do," he whispered in awe. "You do feel it."

He was going to kiss her and she couldn't let that happen. Her eyes flew open and she pushed away from him. "No. No, Robb, that's not going to happen."

She ran up the stairs before he could do anything to stop her.