"Welcome to my humble abode," Joffrey said with a smirk as he led Sansa through the foyer that was as big as her bedroom, and down the hall with the shiny hardwood floors and taupe walls. They passed through the kitchen that was as big as the Stark basement with shiny appliances and a long counters that went on forever. The Stark home was rather large – her father was an attorney and he made good money – but the Baratheon home was a mansion.

Finally, they entered the living room and the cream shag carpet under Sansa's feet squished under her flip-flops. The walls were painted gold. The drapes of the four windows each had a different colored curtain. To her surprise, it worked. The couch was leather and red and long, the coffee tables were mahogany.

"What do you think?" Joffrey asked. "Pretty sweet, right?"

Sansa didn't want to tell him she thought his house was amazing. She had already pretty much decided after two dates with Joffrey that she didn't like him at all. He was kind of a terrible person. He was rude to people he deemed below him, so that meant the wait staff when they went out to dinner, and then people that sold and tore their tickets at the movies. He was a dick.

So far, she'd been able to avoid going out with him too much. However, she couldn't put him off forever if she wanted to make it look good to her mother that she was "dating" the popular boy. When she'd left that night, Robb had hung back in the doorway to the living room looking at Joffrey as though he wanted to rip him from limb to limb.

Sansa hadn't been able to send him a discreet message not to worry. She was going to Joffrey's house, but his parents would be there. Nothing untoward was going to happen.

Speaking of…

"So, where are your parents?" she asked him. "I'd like to meet them."

"Oh, didn't I tell you? They went out." Joffrey smirked again. "We have the house to ourselves. Would you like a beer? Some wine?"

"Uh, water?"

Joffrey rolled his eyes. "Are you straight edge or something?"

"No, I just don't feel like drinking. I have a lot to do tomorrow and it just makes me tired."

He waved a hand dismissively as if he didn't care and gestured to the large black entertainment center against the wall. "The movies are inside the cabinet in that. Pick one."

He left to get them their drinks and Sansa went to pick a movie. A short movie. She was already getting a bad feeling being here without his parents around. God, what if Joffrey wanted more than a few kisses? Expected more?

Fucking hell, who was she kidding? Of course he expected more. Guys like Joffrey always did. Frustration bubbled up inside Sansa. All she wanted to do was go home and spend time with Robb. If only they'd been more careful she wouldn't have to be here with Joffrey, King of the Dicks.

She picked The Hangover to watch. It was funny and completely unromantic. The lights dimmed and Sansa started and spun around to find Joffrey walking back in the room, looking predatory as he looked her up and down. She'd dressed modestly – a pair of jeans and a blue tank top – but somehow she felt naked with the way Joffrey assessed her.

He placed her bottle of water down on the table and his beer and Sansa immediately opened the bottle. Phew, okay, it had not been previously open, the plastic had to pull apart still. That meant he hadn't put anything in her water.

She almost felt guilty thinking something like that about him, but then she looked at him and how he licked his lips while looking at her and she didn't feel so bad anymore.

She sat down on the couch and curled her legs up to her chin, hoping to send out the 'Do Not Touch Me' vibe. Joffrey put the movie in and sat down next to her. The movie started and Joffrey sipped his beer quietly for a while.

Sansa relaxed. Okay, so maybe they would just watch the movie. Then, when it was over, she would ask him to take her home. Maybe even fake a text from her parents or something. She put her legs down and that's when Joffrey pounced. He pushed her back onto the cough and laughed. "Surprise!" he crowed. And then kissed her – it was wet and sloppy just as his other kisses had been and Sansa resisted the urge to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand.

"I thought we were going to watch the movie?" she asked with a light smile, hoping she didn't sound as tweaked out as she felt.

"Fuck the movie," he said. He grinned. "Fuck me instead." And then his hand closed around her breast. Hard.

Oh hell no. Sansa pushed at him. "Joffrey, stop."

"Why?"

"Because this is all wrong. You can't just pounce on a girl and expect her to give it up."

His eyes narrowed. "I'm the most popular boy at school. My parents are richer than God. I can do whatever the fuck I want. Come on, Sansa, stop being such a fucking prude and kiss me."

Sansa turned her face away. "No."

That was the wrong thing to say. The hand on her breast squeezed hard and she cried out and looked at him. He slammed his lips down onto her and she bit him until she tasted blood.

He cried out and reared back and Sansa attempted to crawl away from him. He managed to backhand her across the face. Sansa saw stars. Get away, get away, get away, her mind screamed as Joffrey grabbed her legs and attempted to pull her to him. She kicked at him hard and he went falling back. Sansa scrambled to her feet and ran out of the living room and into the first room she saw. She slammed the door shut and used the light from the night light near the sink to figure out how to lock the door. She then flicked on the lights near the door.

She heard Joffrey on the other side roaring at her, calling her every name in the book and demanding she open the door. Sansa dug into her pocket and pulled out her phone. With her hands trembling and fear running through her, she speed-dialed Robb.

"Sansa," he said. "Are you okay?"

"N-no, Robb, I need to get out of here. He-he just forced himself on me and h-hit me."

"WHAT?!"

"Can-can you come and g-get me? I'm in the bathroom, I locked myself in here, but he'll get in, I know he'll eventually get in. Robb, help me." She was full out sobbing now. And Joffrey continued to rage and hit the door on the other side.

"Sansa, listen, I want you to call the police, sweetheart. Can you do that? Call the cops and tell them what's going on—"

"Are you fucking kidding me, Robb? Joffrey's parents practically own this entire town. They'll laugh at me and say it's my fault and won't do anything." Her eyes scanned the bathroom searching for something to help her. Something, anything. Her eyes focused in on the window.

"Sansa, they won't—"

"A window. There's a window in here. I can climb out. Come and get me, will you come and get me?"

"I'm already out the door and in my car. Just get out and run, Sansa, fucking run like the hounds of hell are at your heels, okay?"

"Okay," she whimpered.

"Put me in your pocket, sweetheart. Don't hang up. Just put me in your pocket and get out."

Sansa did as he said and put her phone in her pocket. She went to the window and pushed it open.

"I'm getting the fucking key, you fucking bitch!" Joffrey screamed. "You don't hit a Baratheon! I'll make you pay, you stupid cunt! I'll get you on assault right after I beat your ass!"

Sansa was having a hard time breathing through her tears and the fact that she had never been so scared in her life. She forced herself to steady her hand enough to undo the screen to the window. It popped out onto the lawn and Sansa hoisted herself up and then squeezed herself out. She landed on a heap on the ground and scrambled to her feet. She pulled her phone from her pocket and put it to her ear as she ran in what she hoped was towards the front of the house. "I'm out," she said. "I'm out and running…"

"Do you know where you are?" Robb asked.

"No, I don't, this house is so fucking – oh, thank God. I see the driveway. I'm going down to the driveway."

"I'm almost there, sweetheart. Just keep running."

Her feet pounded the ground hard and then the pavement once she hit it. She was halfway down the long ass driveway when Robb's car skidded to a stop at the end of it. She kept running and then froze when she heard Joffrey scream, "YOU BITCH!"

She looked over her shoulder in horror as he came running down the front stairs.

"SANSA!" Robb shouted. "Let's go!"

Sansa snapped into action and ran to Robb's car. He had the door open for her and she fell inside and slammed the door shut. Robb took off immediately. He ran a stop sign.

"Where are you going?" she demanded. "This isn't the way home!"

"We're going to the police station, Sansa, and reporting him for attempted rape and assault."

"Robb—" She broke off when she happened to glance in the visor mirror and saw a car with bright lights coming fast upon them. "Oh, fuck, he's coming after us," she said and turned around. "Robb, he's coming after us."

Robb pressed down on the gas harder. He ran another red light. He took a turn that made Sansa think the car would flip. She hadn't put her seat belt on, but she did now with shaking hands and checked to make sure Robb had done the same. He had.

She turned to look behind them. Joffrey was gaining on them. She whipped back around. "Find someplace else to—" This time, she broke off because Joffrey had hit Robb's rear end and the car lurched forward.

"Fuck!" Robb shouted.

This wasn't going to end well, Sansa thought. Joffrey drove up beside Robb and swerved into him and Sansa knew that this was it. They were going to die.

Robb's car swerved and Sansa saw the tree coming right for them. She screamed.

Sansa woke with a start, her heart thudding hard in her chest. Her eyes darted around the room. She was safe. She was safe. She was home and she was safe. She felt a cold sweat on her forehead and she sat up in bed, gasping for air.

She needed to see Robb. She climbed out of the bed, her dream – the memory – still fresh in her mind. It was late, everyone was in bed. Sansa was mindful enough to be quiet, but she still felt the vestiges of her dream gripping her.

She felt the fear still. The thought that they were going to die ringing in her mind like a bell.

She made her way down to the basement and pushed Robb's door open. "Robb," she whispered urgently. "Robb."

The light came on and a bleary-eyed, bare-chested Robb sat up in bed and squinted at her. "Sansa, what are you doing?"

She broke down in tears. "I just remembered the accident. Joffrey attacking me, me climbing out the window and you coming to get me. Him hitting us and the tree, I can still see the tree—" She was in his arms then, his arms coming around safe and solid and warm. Robb. Her Robb. She touched his face with both hands. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Robb gripped her hands in his. "Sansa, sweetheart, I'm okay. It was a long time ago. I'm okay."

She knew that of course. The accident was five years ago. She nodded and buried her face in his neck.

"I never wanted you to remember that," he said as he stroked her hair.

Sansa didn't know how long they stood there holding each other. Sansa held him tight, never wanting to let go. In time though, her muscles protested and her hold loosened on him. Robb leaned back and held her face in his hands. His eyes scanned her face as though trying to memorize it. "Are you okay?"

She put her hands over his and nodded. "It was a long time ago," she said.

"Yes," he said hoarsely. "I have nightmares about it from time to time still."

"You do?"

He nodded.

"I'm sorry I woke you up," she said. "It just freaked me out and—"

"I'm glad you did." His eyes welled up in tears. "I'm sorry I didn't go right home. I'm sorry I insisted on going to the police station. If I hadn't—"

"No, don't. Don't blame yourself. It was him, Robb. All him."

"I never should have let you go out with him," he said fiercely. "None of that would have happened if I'd just done my duty—"

"Your duty? It was your duty to go out with somebody else?"

"Yes," he said. "It was my duty to protect you at all costs."

"You couldn't have known, Robb. You can't blame yourself for that."

"But I do." The self-loathing in his voice was sharp and it stung Sansa.

"I let you believe that he was nice," she said. "I knew he wasn't exactly a good guy. I just… I didn't want to see you with somebody else."

"You remember all that?"

She nodded. "Yes."

"Sansa, God, how could you think that anyone else…?" He pressed a kiss to her forehead and let his lips linger there.

Sansa lifted her chin and he looked down at her. She leaned in, intent on kissing him and he pulled back and shook his head. "No. Not when your mind is clouded."

She felt that rejection like a slap. "I need you, Robb."

"You need me now, in this moment. But when the moment has passed, you'll regret it and we'll be back where we were before." He shook his head. "I'm sorry, Sansa, but I can't."

She wasn't sure he was right about that. She wasn't sure about anything anymore in regards to her feelings and what she wanted and what she was willing to risk. Now that she remembered the accident she felt that second chance bit that Robb had told her about before. With all they'd been through already, did their second chance mean for them to be apart?

"Your mind is fuzzy right now," he said. "You should go back to bed and try to get some sleep."

Sansa wasn't sure if she could do that. She didn't want to go back to her bed alone. She wanted to be with Robb. She wanted his arms around her. She wanted to hold onto him and never let him go. By some miracle they were both alive after that horrific night and it felt like a waste for them to be apart.

She sighed. Maybe he was right. The memory was still fresh, it was late, and she was tired. She nodded and stepped away from him, letting her arms drop to her sides. "Good night, Robb."

"Good night, Sansa," he whispered.

Sansa made the trek back to her bedroom with heavy limbs. Once she got in her room, she sat at her desk and opened her laptop. She brought up Chrome and put in a search for what she would have to do to teach elementary school in the UK. After that, she looked up what it would take to become an attorney in the UK.

When dawn broke, Sansa finally crawled back into bed and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Thank you, everyone! So, after this one, what do you think?