Our Love (Sandor Clegane AU)

Next Of Kin

"So start from the beginning, it was your 31st birthday?"

"28th smart ass".

Quickly, Dave ducked out of the way from my flying bottle top and smirked at me. We were both sat on the floor of one of the editing suites at Good Morning New York. I was just a low-grade assistant for the producers, a job which mainly involved fetching coffees and being shouted at. Dave a little bit higher on the food chain though, was a senior editor and my closest friend in the building. 

"I know, I just couldn't help myself. So this not so knight in shining armor?"

"It's serious, he was dressed a knight with a sword and armor. He kept asking where Kings Landing was and if I was a whore?"

"What a gent" he scoffed with a mouth full of cup-o-noodle.

Rolling my eye, I'd had enough of his dry humour for one day and stood up to leave.

"Hey" he called out suddenly, causing me to stop in the doorway. "I'm glad he didn't murder you".

Unable to not smile at his attempt of caring, I shot him one last look before heading back to my tiny desk outside of the big posh office of the producer.

My job wasn't the usual 9-5, I had no official working hours. 24/7 was what they told me when I started and oh boy was the true. If Peter needed a phone charger at 3am on a Tuesday, I would show up with one. A poodle groomer on Thanksgiving, no problem, bail money on New Years Day, sure why not. Although this was complete agony most of the time, it did give me freedom when he didn't need anything, such as today.

Peter was off to the Caribbean with the third Mrs. Peter Klinth in 5 years. This meant I actually had a moment of think. No maddening awake calls asking for shit or scolding for not getting the shit fast enough. No, for the next three days I had complete peace, or so I thought.

As I was browsing the internet, my work phone began to vibrate across y desk with an unknown number.

"Fucking Peter" I grumbled before finally the accept button. "Cranberry speaking".

"Hello, Miss Silver this is Officer Minkle from the 88th precinct".

"Ermm okay?"

"We detained your... friend...boyfriend perhaps, last night. He was a little wacked out when we brought him in so he has been sent for psychological evaluation but he is ready to be collect"

"Boyfriend? Sorry I think you have the wrong Miss Silver"

"Apologies Miss, but we found him with just your business card and a rather realistic costume. We have had to detain the sword".

"Sword, hang on".

I was utterly gobsmacked at every word the officer had said. When he mentioned a sword though, my brain instantly went to the weirdo last night, but how had he got my card?

"Miss Silverman?"

"Yeah, I'm still here. Listen, I don't know this guy. Sorry".

"Miss Silverman, we didn't find any record of him on our system and as you were our only contact you have been put down as a next of kin. I'm afraid you will need to head over to the hospital to clear up any potential miscommunication".

"You can't be serious".

"Its protocol. If you can get down to Manhattan Psychiatric Center as soon as possible. Have a good day".

Before I could argue back, officer dickward hung up. I had no idea what to do now, so quickly headed back to Dave's office.

"So, what do I do here?" I asked after i quickly explained the phone call.

"Go down, see what's going on, more interesting than sitting around here looking at dresses on the internet you can't afford. Want me to come with?"

"Can you?"

"Fuck yeah, you know I gotta see his knight you are now responsible for" he laughed and pulled down his macbook.

"This is not a funny situation dave" I groaned as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and we headed out of the building.