A/N:Hey everyone, so this is another one of my Game of Thrones fanfics, which I just like obsess over. *SPOILERS* It takes place when Sansa has escaped Kings Landing, with Littlefinger or Petyr Baelish and has gone to they Eyrie. So please give me any feedback, as always, nothing mean, just constructive criticism. If you don't like it, tell me just don't go on about it. Thanks, Saffie aka Darkestangel150. Oh and one last thing, please review and stuff.
Ok, I lied. This is the last thing. I don't own any of the characters, George Martin does. I'm just messing with his toys a bit.

I will find you

Sansa awoke in Winterfell. She looked out her small window across the courtyard. Her brothers, Bran and Rickon, were chasing their direwolves around. Arya stood with sword in hand practising against their half brother Jon Snow, Needlework was what Arya called it. Robb sat with their mother and father, talking about how everything was going so well. Sansa smiled at it all. Lady, her direwolf was with her. Once again Winterfell bloomed...

That was when Sansa really woke up. She wasn't in Winterfell. Her brothers were not in the courtyard playing. She was in the Eyrie, with Littlefinger. She looked down at her self to see that her night gown was stuck to her and a sheen of sweat lingered on her brow. Her breath came back to her in short, quick puffs which descended into nothingness. Most would call that a dream, but for Sansa it was a nightmare. Her father was dead, beheaded by Joffrey. Her brothers were slain by Theon Greyjoy, her fathers ward. Arya was missing and presumed dead. All of them were dead, even Robb and his direwolf but the story to that tale was to gory to think about. And finally her Lady mother, whom she got her auburn hair and pretty looks. Was she dead? Sansa did not know.

She walked over to her balcony and she was so high up she could see clouds below her. Beside Sansa, her hand maid stirred. She yawned and when she saw Sansa she hurriedly got out of bed to attend to her. "My Lady." The maid curtsied politely. Sansa smiled and told her to fetch her blue gown with embroidered pearls on the front. It brought out her eyes. Sansa snatched up her under clothes and cloak off the floor and dressed quickly when the handmaid returned. She turned to look in the mirror but all she could see was him. His black hair, scarred face and darkened mail, he could of been right behind her. She knew he wasn't though. He was not comely by any stretch of the imagination but there was something Sansa saw in him that she liked. At the thought of him, Sansa felt faint and she had to sit on the bed. She remembered the last thing he had ever said to her was that "I will find you, little bird." It was the night that Joffrey died that he had said that. That was when Sansa realised she had said it out loud, her maid gave her a funny look but said nothing.
Sansa walked along the corridor to Littlefinger's solar. She knocked and entered without waiting for a reply. "Come in" he said sarcastically when she stood their staring at him. "Was there something you wanted, Alayne?" Littlefinger asked without taking his eyes off his papers. Begrudgingly, Sansa had to take to being called Alayne and act as Petyr Baelish's bastard daughter, for reasons for Sansa's safety. "No, father. I just wondered if you would care to break your fast with me this morning?" she replied."Tell the cook, I would like some winter berries, fruit and some spiced wine, if you please, and whatever you would like." He looked at her then and smiled. A warm smile but his eyes gave him away. They were Littlefinger's eyes, sly and mischievous. The eyes that meant he wanted Sansa. "As you say, father." She backed out the room slowly, scared to turn her back on him. When the door was closed, she relaxed and ran down the hall to the kitchens. She told the cook what was wanted and returned within five minutes." That was quick." was all Littlefinger had to say and they ate their food in silence.