If things before were going too slow for Sansa, now they were going too fast. She had barely blinked and suddenly she and Robb had found an apartment (furnished) and they'd paid first and last already, he had a lead on a job, they'd begun the process of applying to Southern California University, and they'd purchased their plane tickets.

They'd purchased their plane tickets.

They were leaving exactly two weeks from that moment. Sansa stared at the confirmation in her hands and could barely believe it.

Robb placed a hand on her knee and she jumped. "Whoa, whoa. You okay, sweetheart?"

It was one of those rare times when they were alone in the house. They were up in her room for a change. They had a perfect view of the driveway so if anyone was to pull in they would know.

Currently they were at her desk, both in chairs of their own. Robb had put the one-way tickets to San Diego on his credit card. Sansa had sat pressed against his side and watched him do it with her heart racing.

This was happening. This was really happening.

She looked at him and nodded. Words failed her. And then she looked around her bedroom, her bedroom of twenty-three years (even if she didn't always remember it) attached to the only home she'd known. Tears sprang to her eyes and she thrust the paper at Robb and sprang to her feet. She started to pace. She just needed to move and to think and to move.

"Sansa," Robb said calmly.

She really hated it when he did that. Why couldn't he ever freak out like she did? Why couldn't he join in the freaking out instead of being so fucking calm all the time?

"I'm fine," she said. "I'm fine. I'm just…I mean, it's happening. It's really happening."

"We have been planning for this."

"Thank you from the file marked Duh."

"Sansa—"

"Listen, I know we've been planning this, but now it's here and it's happening and I'm…"

"Regretting it?"

She stopped and looked at him. "No."

"Then?"

"I'm scared. I'm scared of what's going to happen when we leave. Of how it's all going to shake out. Will we still have a family or when we leave…is that it? I mean, Arya and I aren't the best of friends but I can't imagine not ever seeing her again…yelling at her again. And Bran and Rickon and how they'll grow up and what kind of men they'll be…"

She was full out crying now and Robb got up and pulled her into his arms. "I know," he whispered.

"Do you? You don't seem to care."

"I do, but I can't focus on that right now. Right now I want to focus on getting us out of here. Then I want to focus on how we'll tell Mom and Dad. Then the fallout from there."

"Do you have doubts?" she asked and looked up at him.

"I have some worries and sadness, but not very many doubts." He reached up with one hand and cupped the side of her face. "I want to see this face every day when I wake up and every night before I go to bed. I was without you for five very long years so I know what the alternative is already. Just like you I'm tired of sneaking around and making up stories and lies. I'm tired of hiding, Sansa. I want to be with you out in the open. I want to be with you and not worry if this is the time Arya walks in on us and we can't explain it away, or Mom starts wondering if something is going on and looks for ways to catch us." He leaned in and kissed her. "I haven't made love to you in weeks."

Sansa kissed him hard, all too aware of how long it'd been since they'd been intimate. It was hard to find time and opportunity, and she ached for him.

In the next instant they pulled at each other's clothes, and lips and teeth clashed in hungry, needy kisses. Sansa had the brief thought that this was perhaps risky, but then Robb pushed her over her desk, his lips trailing down her back and his cock nestled between her ass and she didn't care. She just wanted him.

"I love you," he said hoarsely as he thrust inside her.

Sansa gasped and threw her head back. She whimpered. "Oh, Robb…"

It was hard and fast and though satisfying, Sansa still ached for more. She wanted time; there was never enough time.

Robb pulled out of her and pulled her up and into his arms. He kissed her fervently, his arms wrapped around her tightly. "Soon," he whispered, as though he had read her thoughts.

"Do you think it will always be like this?" she asked quietly.

"Five years couldn't cool my love for you, Sansa. I can only imagine what being with you the way I want will do."

Her lips curled into a smile. "Fan the flame more, perhaps?"

"My vixen," he whispered and kissed her hard. "Imagine it," he said against her lips. "Sleeping in the same bed—"

"Me pushing you away because you're a furnace," she teased.

He laughed. "Waking up next to each other in the morning."

"Making you brush your teeth before you kiss me."

He poked her lightly in the ribs and she laughed. "You're a brat," he said.

She smiled at him sweetly. "And you love me anyway."

His expression turned solemn. "I love you so much that sometimes I can't breathe for it."

She nodded; she understood. It was the same for her. "Good thing we're going away then, huh?" she said. She meant for it to sound light and airy, but it came out shaky.

"I know you're scared," he said. "Lean on me, okay? Let me take some of the burden."

Sansa placed her chin on his shoulder and closed her eyes. "I'll be fine; I promise."

Robb did say it aloud, but he worried. What would he do if she changed her mind? What would become of them then?

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The next two weeks went by in a blink. During that time Robb worried more and more that Sansa was going to change her mind. She spent their last two weeks spending more time than she ever had with the family and when Robb saw the worry and sadness in her eyes he tensed. He felt as though he'd spent those last two weeks bracing for the moment she'd tell him she couldn't do this.

But she didn't.

And now it was the day.

Robb had told his father he had some things to do before classes started in the fall that day, and Sansa had simply taken a vacation day to run a few errands.

Robb had even made a big show of leaving. He'd gone to get a few last minute things for their trip, and when he'd returned and it was just him and Sansa alone, they packed quickly – mostly clothes, but they did fill a few boxes with personal items. Basically anything that would fit in boxes in the back of their cars is what they took. They'd made arrangements with a company that would ship both their cars to California to meet them at the airport.

Sansa was quiet. Too quiet. She moved as though on auto-pilot and with each minute that passed, Robb worried more and more that they would get to the gate to board the plane and she would back out. He was terrified of it happening, so terrified he couldn't even speak the thought out loud in fear of making it happen somehow. On the way to the airport he kept checking his rearview mirror to make sure she was still behind him.

Everything is going to be fine, he told himself. Sansa loves me, and she wants us to be together. It's going to be okay.

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Catelyn arrived at home in the afternoon and started to make tea, first thing. It wasn't often she had the house to herself, so she was going to capitalize on that by curling up with her book on the deck and sipping her tea.

She had just gotten her tea prepared when there was a knock at the door. She sighed and went to answer it, and was pleasantly surprised to see Jeyne Westerling on the other side. "Hello, Jeyne," Catelyn greeted her. "Looking for Robb?"

Jeyne smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I haven't seen him in a while."

Catelyn furrowed her brow. "What do you mean? Didn't you just see him a few days ago?"

Now Jeyne looked confused. "I haven't seen Robb in almost a month."

"He's been dating your friend though," Catelyn said. Was the girl sick or something? "You've been on double dates."

"I'm not sure what he told you, Mrs. Stark, but he's not dating Talisa. They didn't even go out on date one."

Catelyn heard a roaring in her ears. "Excuse me, please," she said hastily and shut the door before practically running down to Robb's bedroom.

"Oh God," she breathed when she saw how stark the room was of his things. She then ran up to Sansa's room. It was the same. She sat down on Sansa's bed and knew. She knew it. She got up on shaky legs and started to leave the room to get to a phone when she saw a piece of paper with the logo of Delta Airlines on it. She picked it up.

Robb and Sansa were leaving for California in an hour.

Catelyn stuffed the paper in her pocket and ran to the car, hoping she had enough time to stop them.