The Trouble With Mob Bosses (A Sandor Clegane Mob AU)

Alternate End

(Here's the alternate ending I promised!)

Sandor threw on his shoes, grabbed his keys, and was out the door in less than a minute. Your words kept echoing in his head as he drove. "He knows." He knew you were in more danger than you had ever been in before. He sped toward your and Gregor's sprawling estate as quickly as he possibly could. The car was barely parked before Sandor was barreling out of it in a mix of fear and anger.

The front door was open, which never boded well. Sandor pulled out his gun, prepared to eliminate any threat there was. The house was oddly quiet. No dogs running around, no sounds of your music or the television, no maids or anything. Just an eerie silence. Sandor searched the entire downstairs and found nothing. Then, he tip-toed up the stairs toward your room.

That door was slightly ajar as well and Sandor could see Gregor's back as he breathed like a caged animal. Sandor gently pushed the door open, alerting Gregor to his presence. The older Clegane brother turned with a sneer. As he turned, Sandor caught a glimpse of the carnage behind him and his throat dried. Lying on the bed, in a pool of blood, was you.

Lifeless eyes stared at Sandor. Those eyes would haunt his dreams forever. "Did you think I wouldn't find out?" Gregor growled, "That I wouldn't hear about your disgusting fling with my wife, little brother? I see and hear everything! Everything!" Gregor advanced toward Sandor menacingly and Sandor pulled the trigger. Not once, not twice, but he emptied the barrel of his gun into his brother's head.

Gregor fell to the floor, twitching as the life left him. Only when he stopped moving did Sandor finally unglue his feet from their spot. He ran over to the bed and placed his fingers at your throat. His heart picked up as he felt a slight pulse. Whipping out his phone, Sandor called for an ambulance. He knew there would be questions but saving your life was more important.

After being questioned by police multiple times, Sandor was allowed to go to the hospital. He was glad Gregor hadn't had the police in his pocket or he would have been screwed. One call to Tywin Lannister explaining the situation was all it took for the wheels to be set in motion for Sandor to be released. It was self-defense after all. He had called your family and told them to keep Y/S/N for a little while longer. He needed to be by your side when you woke up. If you woke up.

Sandor lost count of how many days he stayed in your hospital room. Your family would come by and bring Y/S/N to see you and Sandor. Y/S/N went home with them every night, but Sandor stayed vigilant. Finally, you began to stir.

First it was little movements in your fingers and toes. Eyes twitching beneath your lids. Then, they began to open and Sandor nearly crushed you to him in a hug when you smiled at him around the feeding tube. Sandor immediately paged for the nurse. They got you squared away before hurrying off to get the doctor, leaving you and Sandor alone.

"You scared me," Sandor admitted softly. You sighed through your nose. "I know," you spoke hoarsely, "I'm sorry. But I'm okay now...Gregor?" Sandor gently took your hand in his. "Dead." Sandor felt your hands start shaking as tears formed in your eyes. "Hey, don't start the tears now." You laughed a little in spite of yourself.

"I'm not crying because I'm sad. Or even happy. I'm relieved. I don't have to be afraid anymore...and I can finally tell you what I've been keeping from you." Sandor sat up, letting go of your hand. His brows furrowed in confusion. "What? I-Is there someone else?"

"Don't be an idiot," you chastised quietly, but quickly, "Of course there isn't. It's not that at all. It's Y/S/N." Sandor licked his lips, but didn't reply. Whatever you were going to tell him, he wanted to be prepared for the worst, just in case. "What about him?"

"You haven't guessed? Gregor isn't Y/S/N's father, in any sense of the word." For a moment, Sandor merely sat there. You could see the gears turning in his head as he worked it out. If Gregor wasn't the father and there was no one else that meant...

"He's my son?" You nodded before apologizing for not telling him the truth. Sandor silenced you with a hard kiss to your lips. "Take your damn sorry and throw it out the window. I don't care that you lied to me. I get it. I care about what do next. There's going to be questions, but once that's over, where do we go? What do we do?"

"I still want to be with you, Sandor. I want what we talked about. A little house out in the country. Dogs, kids, hells even a farm. I just want us to be a family. A real family." Sandor kissed you again, a little more gently this time. "Then that's what we'll do. Just wait, a year from now, we'll have our farm with more animals than we can count." You laughed and nodded as more tears came to your eyes.

*time skip*

"Mom, look! Gracie laid an egg!" Y/S/N cried, coming in with said egg cradled in his small hands. Sandor came in right behind him, chuckling. "I see. Pretty sure that wasn't Gracie, Y/S/N." Y/S/N looked at you in confusion. "Gracie's the rooster, remember? Your sister named him." Y/S/N laughed. "Oh yeah."

Y/D/N looked at herbrother from her booster seat and giggled. "Bubba!" Sandor slid hisarm around your waist while you watched Y/S/N play with his sister. Your three dogs were all laying around the table, hoping the little one would drop some scraps of food for them. You leaned back against Sandor with a content sigh. Another perfect moment with your perfect little family.