Every part of his body was exhausted and screamed for relief, yet Jon knew he wouldn't sleep that night. He had slept very little since he was pulled back from the darkness of death. So once again he found himself wondering threw the night as everybody else slept.

Today they had won the battle, Winterfell once again had a Stark in it. Although Sansa would say there where two in it Jon would never claim to be one of the true born Starks. He had not spoken to her since the night before when they had argued about the up coming battle. It was almost like a dagger when she said no one could protect her. In the end she had been right when she proclaimed he didn't know what he was up against. Hell he even had the small hope he would be able to get to Rickon in time before Ramsey could hurt him. Something had snapped in Jon as he watched his youngest brother fall, a blood lust came over him and all he could think about was running his sword threw the smug bastard on the other side of the field.

In that rampage Jon had nearly lost it all, doing something he had sworn he never would. Jon had let the rage lead him, and with out thinking rushed toward the enemy throwing every plan into the wind. Of course his men had fallowed their commander, and nearly lost everything. Tomorrow, they would collect their dead and burn them in a large ceremonial pyre. The enemies could rot for all he cared. As for the traitors who where sitting in the dungeons rotting, he would deal with the justly as his father would have wanted. Looking up Jon found himself in front of the crypts, he hadn't been there since before he had left Winterfell nearly 3 years before.

Grabbing the torch Jon headed toward were his father and now brother was buried. As he reached the main room Jon was surprised to see that there was already some one sitting there. It was Sansa who had not noticed his presence. She was kneeling beside where Rickon and been lain out, Ghost quietly laying beside acting as guard. Jon watched as Sansa pulled the Arrows out of the youngest Stark,gently washing his body as she tended the wounds. Once that was done she got to her feet and tenderly washed her brothers face kissing his cheeks , his forehead and finally a peck on his lips.

" Your mother used to do that when he was sick" Jon said quietly startling Sansa out of her trance like motions.

" And now she will once again." Sansa said turning to face him

They stared at each other for a few moment, neither knowing what to say to the other. Both had been threw so much and here they stood before their dead loved ones. This crypt that was full of a family torn apart by war, and yet some how they had survived. Both changed for the better and the worse. Finally Jon could't take the silence , he had to ask her the question that had been eating at his mind since he and his men where saved.

" Why didn't you tell me about the Knights of the Vale." Jon asked. There wasn't anger in his voice just a weariness of some one who had seen too much.

"Because I wasn't sure if they would show, they rode into a little while after you had left." Sansa said looking down.

" I would have changed my plan if I had known we had the possibility of extra help." Jon said knowing that even to his own ears it sounded false. He would never have trusted the man to come to aid. He knew because he had they would owe him a debt.

"I'm just a stupid girl who knows nothing of battles and strategies." Sansa said sarcastically

She gave out a small yelp when Jon grabbed her by the arm. " Don't do that with me Sansa, I'm not one of the ones who have hurt you. Don't put on the mask with me." Jon said threw clenched teeth. Sansa knew that he was right, Jon was one of the good guys she could trust him.

' This is all my fault Jon, this stupid war our siblings deaths. I was just a stupid little selfish girl and because of me this all happened, how can you even stand to look at me." She said he voice cracking backing a few feet away from him.

Jon looked at the girl in front of him. He could see that the guilt and everything she hid inside was eating her up. She wasn't perfect but she didn't deserve to keep this on her shoulders. It was the game that the world played and they both were dragged into it. The world was a cruel place but he would never make her face it alone.

" Yes you didn't make the best decisions, but Cersi Lannister wanted our fathers head and she would have gotten it one way or another. Robb made his decision the minuet they took father, and married for love. As for Bram and Rickon that was Theons fault and after we deal with the threat we will use ever means we have to find him." Jon said as pulled her into his arms, her face cradled in the crook of his neck.

In front of him stood a very different girl then the one who had left so long ago. Where once she dream of of knights and songs, she now screamed with the terrors of monsters and death. She went from a fanciful innocent girl, to a jaded women beaten down again and again. And finally she couldn't hold it in anymore, in the safety of Jon's arms she let go.

A gut wrenching sob escaped Sansa's mouth as her walls broke down. The years of pain and abuse and simply trying to survive everyday broke out into in comprehensive sobs . Her body started to give out and Jon gently slid them to the floor. He held her in his lap as she let all the pain and frustration of three years out. In a way holding Sansa helped heal Jon, gently her stroked her hair. Tears started to slowly drip down his face and for the first time in a long time Jon allowed himself to mourn his losses.

They stayed like that for what seemed like forever, each caught in a trance of memories. They were only broken when Ghost walked over and licked Sansa in the face showing his own form of comfort. This made the redhead jumping and letting out a yelp, knocking over Jon in the process landing them both on the ground. Jon looked at Sansa and for the first time in many weeks he saw a small spark in her eyes. She let out a small laugh which was like a bell and Jon couldn't help but smile. Quickly getting to his feet he offered her a hand. Taking it Sansa let Jon pull her up, and then quickly she brushed the dust off of both of them.

When he grabbed her hands , Sansa stopped and looked at Jon. " I'm here Sansa, I'll take care of you but we're going to have to trust each other." Jon said seriously

Sansa did not regret writing Little Finger for help, it had help to win the war, She did regret not telling Jon but that was the past and it could not be changed. She knew he was right, although not in Kings landing they were still stuck in the game of thrones. Jon was the only person she could trust and they needed each other to survive. Smiling at him she grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the crypt and towards the Gods Wood. Jon wasn't sure where they were going but he followed her with out question.

When they stopped they were in front of the wire-wood tree that had been Neds Starks favorite place to come to think. They stood there for a few minuets in silence in respect to the old gods of their house . Sansa slowly walked forward so she was merely inches from the tree , turning she signaled Jon to stand in front of her.

Reaching to her side she pulled out the dagger that had been sitting there. Jon watched in wonder as she sliced her hand. It wasn't very deep but she let out a small hiss with the pain. He didn't say a word when she gently grabbed his hand and sliced it. Holding their wounds together the last two Starks looked at each other. Jon finally snapped out of his trance as he felt the blood slide down his arm.

" What are you doing Sansa." He said quietly

" Making a promise that can never be broken." She answered looking him square in the eye

Jon was taken back a little by knew the seriousness of making a promise in these woods. Their father always said that they had the blood of the first people and the gods wood was their most sacred place. A promise made here would bind you for the rest of your life, and breaking it would anger the gods. He didn't know what to make of them making a promise in front of the wire-wood tree

" Here we stand in front of the old gods I Sansa Stark Promise you this, I promise to trust you , follow your council , I promise to rebuild the home we once had , and I promise to keep you by my side until the day you must leave me. We are pack and it must stay together. I vow these by the old gods " Sansa said with determination

Something in Jon stirred as Sansa made these promises . He wasn't sure what it was but he knew that he would follow her to the end of the earth. They were a pack and the pack must always stay together. He would be her shield her knight and what ever she needed.

" Here as we stand in front of the old gods I Jon Snow promise you this, I promise to trust you, follow your council, I promise to rebuild the home we once had, and I promise to stay by your side forever. We are a pack and must stay together. I vow this by the old gods." Jon promised.

Once this was done Sansa brought there hands to the tree and gently letting go of Jon's hand rested her hand on the tree letting the blood drip down the tree sealing her oath. Jon followed the motion sealing his own promise. There was a wisp of wind and a howl in the night almost as if the Gods had accepted their oaths. There fate was sealed that day but they didn't know it yet.

Reaching down Sansa ripped a piece of the bottom of her skirt off ripping it into three pieces. With the first piece she gently wet it with snow and wiped the blood of Jon and her hands , and with the other two she wrapped their cuts. When she was done Jon gently took her hand and led them back to the castle, the sun would be up in a few hours and they had a lot to do that day.

" Jon I don't want to be alone tonight , may I stay with you." She asked quietly as they were about to reach her chamber

" I don't know if that's very proper."He said nervously

" I don't care…" She said simply

Had the circumstances been any different he may have laughed at her not being the priss she once was, but this was different. He had heard her cry's at castle black and he knew of the nightmares she had had. Brienne was always there to comfort her and calm her down when the night terrors started.

With a sigh knowing that this would probably look bad he nodded his head, but instead of walking to his room her lead them into hers. Sansa had taken her parents old room which was bigger then the old one. He had rarely been aloud in this room, only when lady Stark was gone. Gods what he would give to have her glare at him one more time.

"Jon would you please face the door while I put on my night gown." Sansa said a blush coming on to her face

" Actually I'm going to change and freshen up but Ill be back." He said wanting to give her privacy

" Promise?" She asked quietly

"Promise." He said

He didn't want to leave her alone for too long, she almost looked scared as he walked out of the room. Getting to his room he quickly washed his hands and face and changed into a new shirt and a old pair of breeches that were comfortable. When he was done he walked back to the room and knocked on the door. He entered when he heard a quiet come in. Walking in he was surprised to see Ghost already there laying at the foot of the bed and Sansa at the table brushing her hair.

" He scratched a minuet after you had already left." Sansa said with a smile at the wolf from her mirror

" He knows me better then myself." Jon said shaking his head

He slowly walked over to the bed kick off his boots and then he sat next to Ghost. Neither knew what to say so Jon busied himself petting Ghost and Sansa finished brushing her hair. When it was done he put down the brush and walked to the other side. After quickly patting Ghost she slipped into bed. Jon wasn't sure if he should slide in also or wait for her to ask him. Finally Sansa patted the bed next to Jon lifted the blanket and slid in next to her. They were silent for what seemed for ever not really knowing what to was Sansa who finally broke the silence

" I fed Ramsey to his dogs today " She said quietly

Jon had been frustrated when he found out she had done that. He had hoped to execute him as a traitor and give the sentence himself just as his father had. But thinking back and knowing all the things that had happened to Sansa he couldn't stay mad very long. She deserved the satisfaction of taking the sick bastard down however she please.

" Do you feel better, did it help? " He asked

" No ,the scars will never leave and every time I hear a door creak I still fear it is him coming for me. " She said in a small voice

Moving closer Jon laid on his back and pulled her closer. She didn't cry this time, she would never shed a tear for the man who terrorized her again. She snuggled in close to his side basking in the warmth of the first safety she had felt since she left Winterfell. Sansa knew there would be talk in the morning but she didn't care any more. She had played the obedient girl for a long time and know she was going to do what she wished. As he stroked her hair Sansa felt her eyes get heavy, the world slowly turn to black and just before she fell asleep she whispered. " I love you."