GoT One-Shots!

The Storm Rages Again (Part 3 of The Wolf's Storm)

You heard their voices before you saw them. Two distinct voices and you thought you recognized one of them. You fought the urge to hide as Sandor appeared next to you. The moment you saw him, you immediately relaxed a little. The owners of the two voices came up the hill and you recognized Podrick Payne, Tyrion Lannister's squire. "It's Sandor Clegane. The Hound," he said simply causing the tall blond knight to look at you.

"Then you are Y/N Stark." Sandor tightened his grip on his sword. He was certainly not going to let this woman get to you. You gave the back of his arm a gentle pat. "And who are you?" you asked curtly. You didn't trust this woman. "Brienne of Tarth. I made a vow to your mother, Lady Catelyn Stark, that I would protect you and your sisters." You moved a little closer to Sandor, but he started walking toward Brienne. "You're paid by the Lannisters. Tell me that sword isn't Lannister gold," he indicated to the golden hilt of Brienne's sword.

"I am not paid by the Lannisters. I am only to escort Lady Y/N and her sisters to safety." You stepped forward as Sandor began telling Brienne that there was no safety for a Stark in Westeros. "Where is Sansa?" you asked her suddenly. Brienne's face fell. "I do not know, my lady. She escaped King's Landing in the chaos following Joffrey's death." You crossed your arms over your chest. "Then Sandor is right. There is no safety for me. My aunt has decided that I am not suited to be in her presence and my only other family is up at the Wall and I am NOT going there," you told her, leaving no room for argument.

"Lady Y/N, I must insist you come with me," Brienne told you, but Sandor would have none of it. He was going to fight for you if it came to that."There is no safety and if you don't know that by now, then you're the wrong person to watch over her," he said. She looked between the two of you and she smirked. "Is that what you're doing? Looking after her?" You narrowed your eyes at her and before you registered what was happening, both warriors had swords drawn and Podrick was attempting to keep you out of the fight.

"You do realize that I am not leaving with the two of you, don't you Podrick?" you said as you tried to get around him yet again. You had to make sure Sandor was alright. "My lady, it would not be wise for you to stay with the Hound," Podrick tried reasoning with you. "First of all, his name is Sandor! Second, I am so tired of everyone telling me what is wise and what isn't. I have my reasons for staying with him." He stood there with his mouth hanging open giving you a chance to get around him and back to where Sandor and Brienne were fighting.

You hid behind a rock so Podrick wouldn't see you. You bit your lip as you watched Sandor and Brienne wrestling. The fight seemed to go on forever. In a barrage of kicks, punches and head butts, Brienne somehow managed to get a hold of a rock. You stifled your screams behind your hand as you watched her hit Sandor over and over again with the rock, each move bringing them closer to the edge of the cliff. With one final hit, Sandor fell and rolled to the bottom. You bit down hard enough on your lip to draw blood.

You desperately wanted to run to Sandor, but you didn't want to risk being seen by Brienne and Podrick so you stayed still until they moved on. Their cries of your name echoed off the cliffs as you slowly inched your way down to where Sandor was lying almost motionless. Every visible inch of skin was covered in blood and you let out a sob at the sight. "Sandor," your voice was barely above a whisper. His breathing was ragged and harsh. You got on your knees next to him. "Oh, Sandor."

He saw the tears on your face and scoffed before letting out a cough. "Don't waste your tears, lass. I'm not worth cryin' over." That merely made you cry harder. "Sandor, you idiot! Can't you see that I'm in love with you!" You stopped and blinked, unable to believe that you'd actually said it out loud. "What did ya say?" he rasped out, his voice getting lower with each word. "I said that I love you, Sandor Clegane."

"Ya don't love me, woman. There's other folks out there that would be dumb enough to love ya and be good ta ya," he told you as you shook your head. Sandor knew what he was saying was the truth, but it hurt him to say it. There was no denying that he had feelings for you, but it seemed pointless now. He was dying and he knew it. "You don't mean that. I know you don't." You were checking to see if there were any injuries that you could stop the blood flowing from. As you went to place your hands on a wound, Sandor grabbed your wrist.

"Just leave it and stop the sniveling," he growled out. You gave a little laugh and a sniffle. "I can't help it. I'm weak, remember?" He wheezed once more and your tears started again. "Dammit, Sandor you can't do this!" you yelled as you threw your body over his, sobbing uncontrollably. "Didn't I tell ya ta stop that? Can't believe I am so... fond of such a crybaby." You looked up at him with a small smile. "I love you too and you are NOT allowed to die on me. "

(Scene originally from episode 4.10)