By the time Jon pulled up with the cavalry behind him, the shooting was over, and several speedboats were streaming away. Jon took the first steps into the warehouse, looking for someone. Anyone. Several dead bodies both Lannister and Targaryen men laid on the floor. One was a little boy who had food lying around him.
“Damnit.” Grenn said walking over to him. The youngster was only 12 but from what everyone could decided he already had a bright future ahead of him. Aegon even banned him from being with them, for his high IQ. Saying he could do right in the world.
“Sam?” Jon called out, as he heard a groan from behind a stack of wood. Him and Pyp ran over and pulled the tarp off of both him and the young boy in his arms.
“Oli!” Pyp yelled, rushing to help Sam stop the bleeding from the kids leg. Aegon rolled in with Robb on his heels.
“Shit.” He hissed out, as people started looking at the dead.
“Sam?” Pyp spoke watching as Sam’s head started to waver. “Jon! Sam’s been shot!” Pyp yelled as Aegon ran over as well.
“Sam! Sam stay with us!” Jon yelled as Aegon and Robb motioned for more guys to come help lift both Ollie and Sam into a car.
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Sansa sat in Jon’s bedroom. Clutching his pillow to her chest. With the protests of both Catelyn and Eli, Sansa returned back to her quiet apartment waiting for Jon. She knew she probably shouldn’t be in his room without him, but she needed some comfort of him. Her fingers traced the lines of his bedsheets as she watched the news report of multiple body count at a Targaryen Imports warehouse. Sansa jumped when her phone buzzed and she quickly picked it up.
“Jon?” She asked a little frightened.
“Robb, you know your brother.” His tone was a tad bit harsh.
“Sorry, I didn’t look at the screen.”
“I just wanted you to hear it from me first. Dad extended Rickon and Bran’s study abroad in Essos, until further notice both will be safe with Daenerys.”
“Thats good, they shouldn’t get caught up in this.” She said, clutching the pillow tighter.
“You want to talk to Jon don’t you?” He said, after a long pause.
“Sorry. I’m an awful sister.”
“Your many things sister. Awful is not one of them.” He said with a snarky tone.
“Hello.” Jon’s voice rang through the phone.
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To Love A Gun
FanfikceSansa and Jon don’t know each other, like her other siblings know him.  And Jon still thinks that Sansa is just like how they were when they were kids.  Stuck up, and dreaming of her blonde haired prince. &a...
