Thanks to one of my good friends on here for helping me with this idea. We need more Stansa fics...and more younger Sansa fics as well! Understand that Davos is fine and still with Stannis in this chapter...understand that I am not going to follow the story completely. Also, I have to start off with how Sansa leaves KL...So... I hope you all enjoy this fic.

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Battle of Blackwater

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The sky was green and yet still the darkness was haunting the Red Keep. She could still smell the blood and wine from him on her person and to make it worse, blood was on her hands and chest. Sansa laid in her bed still, staring at the ceiling and listening to the raging battle outside of her balcony. She could hear the screams of men dying on the beach and the sickening smell of burning flesh was starting to seep through the cracks of glass doors. Just only moments before she lay in the exact same spot, Sandor Clegane laying over her with a hand upon her neck and breast with the stench he carried sticking to her body.

"I could bring you home, little bird. Would you like that?"

Sansa only looked at him and whispered, "I am safe here. Stannis will not hurt me." She swore that he placed a kissed upon her lips before he slowly stood from the bed, ripping his white cloak from his shoulders, and throwing it on top of her.

Slowly, she pulled the cloak over her and curled onto her side as she wished for sleep to claim her, praying that Stannis would be victorious. But just as she closed her eyes, a soft knock echoed through the quiet room. Sansa sat up and stared at the barred door, "Who's there?" A familiar voice hissed, "Dear girl, let me in!" Sansa quickly rolled the white cloak into a ball and pushed it under her bed, hiding it from the one person she did not want to see it.

Sansa crossed the room and unlocked the door, opening to see one of her only true friends in that horrible place. Petyr Baelish smiled and walked past her, closing the door with haste as he looked around. Sansa whispered, "What are you doing here?" He walked around teh room, making sure they were alone,

"I could ask the same as you. You should be with the Queen and the other women. You should be in safety."

He looked at the blood on her hands and neck, "What happened?" Sansa shook her head, "I-I don't know." Quickly, she changed the subject, "The Queen left us all down there by ourselves. She said that we would lose the battle and she went to find Joffrey with Tommen. Ser Ilyn Payne was there and had orders to kill me if Stannis won." Petyr seemed to be deaf to her words as he grabbed her bloody hands and looked at them, "Whose blood is this?" Sansa shook her head, "I don't know, honestly, it is not mine, Lord Baelish." He sighed and dropped her hands,

"You know I care for you, dear girl."

"Is that why you are here?"

His smiled turned a bit sinister as he hushed his voice, "I've come to get you out of here. Do you hear what is happening, Sansa?" He silenced himself for a moment so she could listen to the screaming and the bloodshed happening just below the balcony. He turned and began to grab things from her vanity such as oils, her small collection of jewels given to her by the King, and then his eyes turned to her wooden chest. Sansa watched him open it and pull a few choice gowns and stuff them into a large sack.

She walked to him, "What are you doing?" Without looking at her, Petyr hissed, "I thought it was obvious. I am helping you pack quickly so we can leave before the battle is over." Sansa shook her head, "I'm not leaving! When Stannis wins this battle-"

"Stannis is not going to win you pretty little fool. Sansa, look at me."

Sansa did as she was told and Petyr tied the sack shut, "Stannis cannot win this war, my child, because half of his ships have been blown to bits. If you stay here, you will surely die." Sansa said not another word as he tossed a cloak at her and grabbed her arm, "Come with me and stay silent." It was all happening so fast, but Sansa knew she could trust her dear friend, couldn't she? He opened the door as Sansa finished clasping her cloak, "What about the guards?" Petyr looked both ways down the hall and whispered, "None walk these halls tonight, Sansa, they are all protecting the Queen or are fighting in the battle." He pushed her into the hallway gently and Sansa's footing caught on something, making her trip and fall into the wall. When she looked down, she held back a scream.

On the floor was the body of one of the handmaidens that would help her dress in the mornings. Sansa covered her mouth and shook her head, "What have you done? Surely they will find her!" Petyr put his finger to his lips and silenced her, "How would it look if you went missing and your room was left with items missing? They would come after us and eventually find us. Do you think I wish for us to be caught?" The sight of the dead girl was making Sansa's stomach turn, but she watched as Petyr lifted the lifeless, but small body, into his arms and carried her to the bed. When Sansa had returned to her room earlier, she had lit a single lantern to light the room just dim enough to see.

Petyr picked up the lantern and Sansa watched him drop it onto the bed, the blankets instantly catching fire from the oil and flame. It was then, just as Petyr rushed from the room, that she remembered the doll her father had given her before his death. In haste, she pushed past Petyr and ran into the room as the flames began to build from the bed to the curtains. Her eyes finally found the doll sitting on the vanity and she grabbed it before wrapping it in her cloak to keep it safe.

"We have to go now, for once they see the flames, they will rush to this side of the castle."

And then they were off.

Petyr carried were sack of items while Sansa held his hand with a hood on her head. They ran as fast as they could down the steps and out of doors Sansa seemed to not remember. The whole way down the steps and through rooms, Sansa was questioning why she did not just leave with Sandor. They would already be out of Kings Landing by now and safe, but Sandor would not have been as smart as Petyr. She was not sure how they reached the stables or how they did not get caught, but they did make it and Sansa was sitting upon a horse in no time. When Petyr mounted behind her, he whispered, "You had to grab that doll, didn't you?" Sansa smiled to herself and whispered, "It is all I have left of my father."

He pretended not hear her and soon they were off. As they rode to the side gates, guards rode up on horses beside them, which Sansa panicked about. Petyr calmed her, "They work for me, Sansa. They will escort us to where we need to go." He looked up at the gate guard, "Open the gate!" The guards looked down at them, "No one shall enter nor exit, my Lord." They eyed the hooded figure in front of Lord Baelish on the horse, but Petyr kept his composure, "I have orders from the Queen to remove this sick woman from the castle during the battle, as no Maester's are able to help her."

Sansa could not believe it, but his lie had worked on the guards. The sight of Kings Landing disappearing behind her was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

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He knew he was being defeated, but Stannis still fought bravely. In the end, he and his men boarded one of the last remaining ships and as they sailed away to the cheers of Joffrey's men, Davos mumbled, "A defeat will not be good for the future, your grace." Stannis growled, "Don't you think I know that?" He threw his sword onto the deck and walked off, but Davos kept behind him.

"You do know that the Stark girl is there? She is a prisoner in the castle and she may have been-"

Stannis looked at him, "I can't be everyone's hero, Davos. Melisandre has spoken of the girl and I know how important she is to our cause, but I will not storm the castle just to save her. I am doing it to take my throne back." He walked below deck then, taking to his drink as they rode the sea to safety.

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Almost like a 'pilot' chapter for this story. A bit of Petyr in the beginning, but soon we'll get more into the Sansa/Stannis. I hope you have enjoyed!