Note: Soo this is my second fanfic ever, after I said I probably wouldn't upload one again but then I fell into this ship and here we are. I hope whoever stumbles across this likes it! As for updates... I hope to update at least once a week but since I am going to school full time that'll be a challenge. I'll do my best though!

There is no question or argument; Sansa Stark has had the harshest of trials throughout her life. The history books that would mention her in the future will probably question how such a frail and fragile looking girl made it through all of them. As she sat in her old room at Winterfell, she shook as all the terrifying things she witnessed ran through her again. She could try to forget, move on, go on living her life. But she also knows it's impossible, and that she would be living a lie.

Her parents, her brothers; Robb and Rickon, she knew were dead. Arya and Bran could be too, but it was beyond hope to wonder if they were still alive. After watching Rickon die before her very eyes, it was hard to accept that there was any hope.

But then there was Jon Snow, her half-brother, who had come back from the dead. At the thought of him, she thought of his words as they reconciled from their misunderstandings. In that moment, he had put some hope into her again.

When they started chanting "King in the North!" her hope started to grow, as she looked into his wondering eyes. There was going to be a bright road ahead of them.

Or so she thought. Everything to do with hope or the mere thought of having it disappeared as she looked into the eyes of Petyr Baelish; who was not standing or chanting.

She closed her eyes and let the smell of her room fill her again. It was nighttime, which used to bring about calm and peace for her. All that came was sadness though. A shudder came over her again as she tried to be calm, but it was hard. She was home, she was safe with Jon, everything was how it should be with their current circumstances. So why didn't the darkness in her go away? Why didn't she overcome her demons?

The night dragged on, she couldn't trust herself to sleep, not when she was afraid that someone was going to stab Jon in his. She couldn't lose him, not when she had just got him back and saw her future with him.

After a long time of sitting in her bed thinking, she decided it was time to get up and start walking.

Before she left, she equipped herself with a dagger that Jon gave her. He even taught her how to use it, which she was grateful for. And she thought of that time he gave her those lessons, it was right before they left the wall, and then periodically when they had time on the road he made her practice. Because of him she now knew how to stop a man from hurting her, if it ever came to that again.

In the midst of her wandering, she found herself right in front of her parents' chamber, which now belonged to Jon. No matter what anyone might say or think she knows he deserves that room.

"Sansa?" A familiar voice said from behind.

She turned abruptly and nearly jumped at the sight of her brother; who was looking at her with a mixture of confusion and wonder.

She composed herself quickly. "Hello Jon," she said in an odd, but proper voice. "I couldn't sleep and I was just wandering and I guess I found myself here…"

"Ah," Jon said nodding his head. He then cracked a small smile. "Would you like to come in for a bit then? I share your predicament, and I wouldn't mind a little company."

Sansa nodded, and he opened the door and let her in. Her first thought was how strange it was to enter this room. So much has changed since the last time she had been in it. The real question though, was how much of it was for the better?

The room had been cleaned up and changed; probably at least three or more times, so it's not how she remembers it. It definitely didn't feel the same either, she just imagined how the Boltons must have enjoyed sleeping in a bed that most certainly didn't belong to them.

As Jon started a fire going she sat in on of the chairs nearby and played with her hair to gather her thoughts. The last time they talked alone was when they reconciled about their fight before the battle, and suddenly at the darkest part of the night she's in his room; which once belonged to her parents. Where do they go from here?

"So, I trust you can take care of Littlefinger?" Jon said casually, rubbing his hands together for warmth and sitting in the other chair after the flame had gathered enough strength to stand on its own.

With that statement Sansa looked at him with her eyes wide. "So you know then, that he's probably plotting something?" Her hands stopped, and she put them in her lap.

"Yeah, your words about him made me aware that I should pay attention to him. So when everyone was chanting I glanced his way, and I saw him only making eye contact with you." Sansa took note of his face, and how worried he looked.

"If he was, I doubt he'd share it with me." She thought of their encounter prior to that moment, and hoped the words she said to him made it pretty clear where she lies. He may have tried to plant words like "half-brother" and "you should be the queen" into her head, but his words have no effect on her now. Sansa is home, and if there's any game here, it's hers to win.

Jon leaned a bit closer to her, and his face was serious. Sansa had to take a breath to hold on to her composure. "I trust you to do the right thing Sansa, I hope you know that."

Sansa let out her breath and grabbed his hand, smiling. This is exactly what she needed, he was exactly what she needed. It was going to be alright. They were going to be alright.

"I will, and I'm going to let you know now that, no matter what I do or say from now on, it will be toward our one goal: getting rid of him."

Jon smiled, and his hand held onto hers tightly. In that moment the world around them disappeared for a moment, and it was only them. A strange feeling it was for both of them, and it came so easily now. The thought was both scary and exciting for Sansa, and she really hoped they could work together now. All thoughts of the past had been wiped away as she focused on his face. She could see a hint of her father living on in that face, and it filled her with warmth.

"Well then, I trust you Sansa, and I know you won't let me down," Jon said in a deep voice. Hearing those words gave her a sense of hope again. They definitely had a connection between them, that much she knew.

"You won't regret that," Sansa said, smiling and keeping her gaze on his eyes. "I swear it."

End Note: If you've gotten this far then yay! Please give me a review and let me know what you think! This story is going to be really complicated because I think these characters are kinda complicated, so I would love to know if I am doing them justice. And with that, thanks for reading and look forward to the next update!