Their cars and belongings were on their way and after checking in at the airline desk, checking their baggage, and going through security, they were sitting together and waiting for their flight to be announced. Robb took Sansa's hand as they sat together and she squeezed his hard.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

She shook her head.

"Thirsty?"

She shook her head again.

Robb leaned in closer to her and whispered in her ear, "Sansa, talk to me, please."

"I'm just…thinking."

"About…?"

"Just everything."

"Can you give me a for example?"

"I'm thinking about the moment when they realize we're gone. I'm wondering what Mom will tell them. What she'll tell Dad. I'm thinking about how long it will take for our cars to arrive. I'm wondering if I'll find a job and if you'll get the job you'll be interviewing for. I'm wondering about the furniture in the apartment and the apartment itself – will it not be like the pictures at all? Will it be gross? I'm wondering if Arya or one of the boys will move into my bedroom now or if they'll keep it just the way it is like in the movies when someone dies." Tears started to fall from her cheeks then. "I'm thinking I hope I don't get airsick and I hope they show a good movie. I'm thinking about Dad going to court next week for that case he's been working on and if there is a way to find out how well he did."

"Sansa," Robb said, and turned in his chair so he could wrap his arms around her. His voice was thick with emotion and he felt tears of his own sting his eyes. She leaned into him as he held her and buried her face in his shoulder. "Do you want to go back?" he murmured.

"What would happen if we did?"

"I…I'm not sure I can," Robb said, his heart shattering in his chest. He fought the urge to crumble right there. He was losing her all over again. He couldn't live through it this time. "If they know by now, or if they're piecing together…I might not be able to go back."

"Flight 182 to San Diego is boarding now," came the voice over the intercom.

Sansa froze. Robb did too. He felt like he couldn't breathe. His chest felt constricted and his hands were shaking. Was this it? Was this where he lost her?

Sansa pulled back and looked at him. "It's time to go."

"Are you sure?" he forced himself to ask.

She nodded, but she didn't meet his eyes. They stood and grabbed their carry-ons and Robb put one foot in front of the other and held onto Sansa's hand so tight she told him he was crushing it. He loosened his grip, but refused to let go.

The walk to the gate took forever though in reality it was only a few feet away. His heart raced. His wasn't breathing right. Fear had gripped him. When would he be able to relax? When they got on the plane? When they got to California? What about when they called their family when they got there? Would Sansa decide then to leave? When would he not be afraid that Sansa would change her mind?

"Sansa! Robb!"

There was a roaring in Robb's ears and he turned as if underwater to see their Mother running toward them. "No," he muttered. "No. No." He wanted to push through all the people and drag Sansa on board with him. He'd pick her up and carry her on if he had to. Catelyn could not be here now, this could not be happening. For sure Sansa would change her mind now, seeing their mother.

Robb moved in front of Sansa; he wanted to shield her. It was fruitless, it wouldn't work, but if he could just keep their mother from getting to Sansa…

"Mom?" Sansa whispered. She stared at their mother waving to them as she stood there. For Sansa it felt like a dream. Her mother could not be here. How was this possible? This was not part of the plan…

"Don't," Robb said sternly when Catelyn reached them. He jutted his arm out as if to stop Catelyn from getting any closer. There was only stanchion posts in between them, there was no real barrier. Robb wasn't much of one either, but he seemed to fancy himself as such from the way he planted himself in front of Sansa.

"Don't do this," Catelyn begged. Tears streamed down her face. "Please don't do this. You can't."

"We can. We are," Robb said. "I know you don't like it—"

"There isn't a word strong enough for how I feel about this!"

People started to go around them, but they were all oblivious to it.

"You can't get on that plane and leave your family like this," Catelyn continued. "And you can't be together!" She peered over Robb's shoulder. "Sansa, honey, do you remember…before?"

Sansa moved around Robb and his arm jutted out as if to stop her. She put her hand on his arm and looked at him. He lowered his arm. She could plainly see the torment on his face. The desperation. The abject fear.

"I remember some things," Sansa said quietly. "I love him, Mom."

"You can't, Sansa, you know you can't," Catelyn hissed. "Do you remember what happened the last time then? Do you remember the accident?"

Sansa nodded.

"That happened because of what you did with Robb," Catelyn spat. "If you get on that plane and go do down this path, terrible things will happen. This is not right and it's not natural and you will be punished for it."

"By who?" Robb snapped. "God? Give me a break, Mother."

Catelyn ignored him though and focused on Sansa. "Sansa, how can you leave me? Your father? Bran, Rickon, and Arya? Remember how we took care of you after your accident. You built a life for yourself. If you come with me now, we'll sort it out."

It was already happening, just as Sansa had thought. The lines were being drawn. She was the one her mother saw as having been corrupted by Robb. He was right. If she stayed he wouldn't be able to go with her. He'd have to go away again. This time for good.

"Ma'am, Sir, we really need you to board the plane now," the attendant at the end of the ropes said.

Sansa looked and saw that it was just them now. In just a few feet they would be able to board their plane. In just a few steps she would leave behind her family and her life to start a new one with Robb.

If she went.

But if she stayed…

She looked at Robb who was watching her intently. His back was straight, he had tears in his eyes, and she could see a tremble go through his body. She met his eyes, those beautiful blue eyes she loved so much. Her eyes ran over his face. There were those lips she loved so much. That beard that tickled her. The silky curls she loved to run her fingers through.

Then she looked at her Mother and took a step toward her. Robb let out whimper. "Sansa, no."

Catelyn looked hopeful. "Are you coming, Sansa? Say you're coming with me."

Sansa shook her head. "No, Mom. I'm not. I love Robb, and I'm going to stay with Robb." Tears streamed down her face. "I'm sorry. I hope one day you can accept it, if not understand it."

"Sansa," Robb croaked, and his breath was ragged when he drew some air into his lungs.

"Sansa, don't do this," Catelyn said and began to sob.

Sansa grabbed Robb's hand and hurriedly pulled him with her to the attendant that looked ready to murder them. He glared at them, but Sansa didn't care. As soon as they were done with their tickets, Sansa yanked on Robb's hand and they ran down the terminal to the plane.

Just as they were about to step onto the plane, Robb tugged on her hand and drew her in his arms. He spun her around, laughing, with tears streaming down his face and kissed her as if she really was about to say goodbye.

He broke the kiss and set her down and the two stepped onto the plane and into their future.

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