sansan does bsg (or the 100 or basically any au of your choosing)
Roses/Thorns (The 100 AU, or an attempt)
Joffrey helped get herfather floated, and then got her arrested and someone – Petyr Baelish, Sansathinks, it must have been – got her onto the dropship down to Earth. How SandorClegane wound up on the dropship with her, she has no idea. How Arya wound up on the dropship, hidden ina storage cabin among the few supplies they were sent to the surface with…well, it helped explain the matter some.
Sansa sighs. “Don’t callme that, please.”
He’s twenty-seven, farolder than any of the others down here, herself included. But he’s big, andstrong, and to be honest, quite scary. And knows how to handle a gun, and has one and while Sansa is not certainwhy he helped get Arya onto the dropship, he did, and then stayed on there withher himself.
Sandor splutters. “Littlebird.”
The gun in his hand keepschanging direction, pointing into the vastness of the Earth. Ever since aGrounder spear hit her leg a few weeks ago he’s refused to let her outside ofcamp without him, doggedly following along behind her. He’s bitter, and angry,but every time she stops to marvel at the flora and fauna he stops too,observing her.
“I wonder what we shouldcall this one,” she says, plucking a white bloom off a bush. Arya paid moreattention in Earth Skills than she ever did; Arya would know the name of theflower but Sansa does not. “It’s beautiful. Isn’t it, don’t you think? We didn’thave this one up on the Ark.”
“Well…” Sandor saysgruffly, taking the blossom from her hand. Sansa tenses, but reminds herselfthat he might know, or might know that it’s poisonous and could be saving her,like he did from the riot back on the Ark. But instead he shrugs, and tucks theflower behind her ear and into her hair. “It’s a dogwood tree.”
“So?” she asks, skippingalong beside him as they continue towards the abandoned bunker they foundduring the acid fog the day before. “I don’t know what you mean.”
He shrugs again, clearlyuncomfortable, examining his gun. “It’s no rose.”
Sansa exhales, looking tothe sky. “Do you think we’ll find roses?”
While she is no study ofthe plants and wildlife of Earth, she doesknow what a rose is. They all do, they know roses and lilies and the sortsof beauty that was brought up to the Ark, brought and secreted away. Joffreygave her a rose once, stolen from a greenhouse. It was red, and wilted quicklyin her hands.
“We need to find food,”he says. And then mutters, upon the sight of her dejected expression, “But I’llfind you a goddamn rose.”
The small smile on herlips, turned forwards and away, let him remain under the impression that shedidn’t hear him.
