Our Love (Sandor Clegane AU)

The Long Night

"Wake up!"

"Berry! Wake up now!"

Startled by my sudden awakening, I quickly leaned up in bed and saw Sandor rushing around the room.

"What's going on?" I yawned as I wiped the sleep from my eyes.

"The dead... their here."

After quickly changing, sandor grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the crypts of Winterfell.

"You dont leave here, no matter what. You stay in there. You understand me, woman?" He urged me as he cupped my face to make sure I was looking at him.

"And when the fightings done... you come back right? You'll come back to get me?"

"Aye, I'll come back for you."

Quickly, he pulled my face to his and slammed his lips against mine. The moment our lips touched I knew he was lying. He couldn't promise he'd be back, he couldn't promise I'd be safe. Saddened by the thought, I pulled him tightly towards and showed my own goodbye through the kiss.

Just as quickly as it started, Sandor pulled away and ended our moment. Nodding, he gently stroked his thumb over my cheek bone before quickly disappearing into the darkness.

"Berry?" I heard Sansa whisper behind me.

"It's okay," I nodded and turned to wall further in to the crypts with her.

The found of the fire torches cracking and babies crying filled the heavy damp air as I found a place to sit. Sansa came to sit besides me as Tyrion and Varys nodded at us.

"If we were out there, we might be able to-" Tyrion groaned.

"If you were out there you would die." Sansa interupted.

Not longer later, the sounds of fighting and men dying echoed through the walls from far above. Each scream sent a shiver through me as I pictured them come from Sandors mouth, the mouth I had just kissed and perhaps for the last night. As time went on the sounds became louder, clearer, and there was soon men banging on the entrance door, begging for their life.

"Did you hear that?" I quickly called out to Sansa.

"We can't let them in, we'd all perish."

"No... not that... it came... it came from back there," I shook in complete fear now as I pointed behind her and into the darkness.

Suddenly, the snorting growl of the dead echoed through the crypt and several babies began to cry. Quickly I reached for Sansa's arm and pulled her back to me.

"We are no safer in here than out there. No anymore," I whispered to her as more snorting growls echoed from further down the chamber.

As though on que, the sound of a body being torn apart and the sounds of screams filled the air.

"We need to leave," I begged.

"These our my people. I can't leave them!" Sansa cried back.

"You're not good to them dead. Quickly, we can bring those closest to us, but those further down... they have at least given us our chance of escape,"

"She's right!" Tyrion called back and started motioning for people to follow them.

"Right," Sansa whispered with a nod and quickly called out for a young mother with child to follow her.

"Fuck, we have no weapons," I cursed as I was about to open the door.

"Take this, I don't know how to use it anyway. You can fight, you can lead us out," Sansa called and handed me a blade that Arya had given to her earlier on.

Nodding, i took the blade and cautiously opened the door. "It's clear," I whispered back.

Carefully, I stepped out and waited for the rest of the group to follow. I had expected more people to make it out, but less than a dozen scared faces looked back at me once the door was closed.

"Stay close, keep to the walls and dont make a sound," I instructed them before I made the first few steps down the corridor.

At first, the area seemed safe and I couldn't hear any other the dead in the distance, but when I turned the corner at the end of the corridor, I faced with a wall of them.

"What do we do," i heard someone cry.

"We're going to die," another sobbed.

"Sansa, taken them back the other way. Is there a room, maybe a kitchen or hall where you can hide under tables and in cabinets?"

"There's the chefs kitchen just a bit back there."

"Perfect. Take the group that way. Don't stop for anything or anyone,"

"What about you?" She cried.

"I'll make a distraction, give you enough time to get away. You're their true Queen Sansa, you have to act like one now."

I had no idea where my blast of bravery had come from, but I knew what I needed to do without evening thinking about it. It almost felt like I was watching myself from above, in an outer body experience. Thankfully, my bravery seemed to brush off on Sansa though, and her eyes changed from fear to power in a blink.

"I'll see you at the end... friend,"

"Until then," I smiled.

I didn't watch then run away, I had to focus on the task in front of me, on surviving. With my hand raised out before me, shaking with thenbade pointed outwards, I threw back my shoulders and screamed. Using every ounce of breath inside of me, I roared like a mad woman and charged into the crowd of the dead. I knew I wouldn't make it out alive, and I just had to pray that when I died there, I would wake back up in New York, but instead something else happened.

As I chased into the wave of the dead, a heat exploded from my skin and suddenly the entire corridor was alive with the roar of flames. All around me, i could hear the dead screaming as they pelished to the ground, yet I remained unharmed.

"What. The. Fuck!" I laughed hysterically as I looked around to find the flames gone and nothing but ash around me.

My moment of bewildment was short lived though as I heard the distance cry of the dead above me. I'm going to find Sandor and I'll kill any fucked that gets in my way, I thought. Smiling, I took a tighter grip of my blade and charged up the stairs and into a whole other level of fighting.

Another update likely due tonight. Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and had a wonderful christmas.