Our Love (Sandor Clegane AU)

Family History

"You took your time!" I snapped as Dave finally pulled up outside my apartment.

"Its 7am on a Saturday. What's going on?" He asked and looked over at Sandor who was stood behind me.

"Its George, he called. We need to head to Jersey, he's gonna try help us!"

"Alright, jump in then."

I took the front passenger seat as Sandor squashed himself into the back of Dave's 1974 VW Beetle. The drive was going to take a good hour or two in the traffic, so I nervously settled down and tried not to think about what I would do when this was all over.

"Take it easyyyyyyy, take it easyyyyyy" Dave sang carefree as he drummed on the steering wheel.

The sound was driving me crazy, and after two more songs I quickly grabbed onto his hands. "Can you just drive... please."

A painful hour later  we were finally pulling up outside a large metal gate. "I guess this is it?" Dave shrugged and pulled up to an intercom.

"Yeah?" I voice called out.

Instantly, I leant across Dave and stuck my head out of the window. "Oh hey, its Cranberry... you ca-"

"Yeah, come in."

Slowly, I moved back to my seat and looked at Dave with an unsure twist of my lips as the mechanical gates slide open. I could see Dave take a deep breath as his shoulders raised and fall, before we finally made the drive up the long drive. Breech trees outlined the drive up, all perfectly and equally spaced out until finally a large house came into view.

When we pulled the car to a stop and got out, there was already a younger man stood by the front door. "He wishes to speak with you in his study. Follow me."

Nodding, Dave followed him first as I reached back for Sandor and tried to take his hand before he quickly pulled away and stormed after Dave.

Inside, the house was like a giant. Decorated like some sort of Victorian British Home, it had an almost Downington Abbey feel to it. As we passed the grand stairway, we were lead down a long and beautifully painted corridor. At the end there was a large double door which opened up to a large study. The walls were filled with overflowing bookcases. At the back of the room there was a large window which looked out to the beautiful gardens.

"So, you're the one that sent the email?" A large and elderly man smiled as he placed his folded hands on the desk in front of him.

"Yep. This is my friend Dave and well... this is Sandor..."

Slowly, George pulled himself up from the chair and walked over to him. "I imagined the scarring to be worse. How did that happen?"

Sandor scowled at the man before looking back at me. Gently, I nodded and smiled. "My brother caught me playing with his fucking touch. A wooden knight he'd not picked up in years. The cunt pushed me down into the flames of our fireplace. Held me there as I screamed."

"You're brothers name?"

"Gregor."

With an intrigued look on his face, George moved to sit in one of his chairs. "This sort of information is all online or in my books. Tell me, your mother and father, what were their names?"

"My father was Jakor and my mother Mayra. I had a younger sister once, sweet and brown of hair, we called her Laurane. She died young, maybe 4 or 6 after she was left in the care of my brother one day."

"Now that is interesting." George smiled.

"It is?" Dave scoffed.

"Yes, I've never published this information. It is history of House Clegane though, I'll have it in one of my note books."

"So you believe us?" I asked hopefully.

"Well he's either telling the truth or some.sort of spy. You don't look like much of a spy though. Do you remember how you got here? What you were doing before you came?"

"I was on the shore line of Black Water Bay. That fucking Imp had set the whole bastard ocean on fire. I was losing men by the second, so I pulled everyone back. I was heading back into the walls of the Keep when everything goes dark. Next thing I remember is... hearing you screaming." He stopped with a sigh and turned around to face me.

"You don't know how you got in that alleyway? Perhaps through a door or by car?" Dave asked.

I watch carefully as he closed his eyes. "I just remember the fire".

"Peter, make us a fire would you, I want to try something." George smiled to his housekeeper.