Jon

He didn't get it. He didn't fucking get it. Arya had run away for the second time. In under six months! When she got home he would kill her. He would either wring her neck or lock her in the cellar of Winterfell. For the moment he was of the mindset to wring her neck. When Ned had called and told him she had done another runner and that she was on her way in Sansa's car he was livid. He knew that if he was pissed it was nothing compared to what their father was going through. So he had assured his father that once she was in Winterfell he would keep her there. Then a text from Gendry had scared the shit out of him. He had said that she might not be going to Winterfell after all. He thought of all the places she could go. She had an aunt in the Vale and a grandfather in Riverun. They were the only places he could think of. Either Colorado of, god forbid Mississippi.

Robb, Theon and Jon had stayed up all night waiting to hear from someone to tell them she was on her way. It was late afternoon on the second day of Arya's mad escape that Gendry had called him.

"She is on her way. I have been released tonight from the hospital and am on my way up North. I have a nurse coming with me and we will be there until she comes home. Then if the gods permit I will be taking her back south for my graduation and my parents wedding." Gendry had said in a rush.

"Whoa wait, she is on her way?" Jon looked over to his brothers, they were playing ASOIAF. Theon had been captured by some sicko and Robb was fighting for his life at some wedding. He had gotten his girlfriend Jayne addicted too, so when they weren't together they were playing online with one another. Jon could not believe that Rickon and Tommen were doing so well at the game. They had almost all of Westeros. Jon had chosen to defend the Wall. His friends and family who play the game thought he was crazy for choosing to go there, but it was where his heart was.

"She is, and so am I." Gendry had disconnected and Jon was left standing with a dead phone in his hand.

He turned to his brothers and let out a frustrated breath.

"She is on the way and so is Gendry." Jon said. The guys stopped plying and turned to him.

"Fucking hell." Theon smashed his controller down hard on the coffee table. "And I thought things couldn't get worse!" he yelled into the Livingroom. They were still at their apartment at university, miles from where the shit was going to hit the fan.

"What do we need to do?" Robb always deferred to whoever seemed to have more power over the situation and in case the one who was left standing was Jon. When ever Arya was concerned Jon was always the one in charge.

"Well one of us has to open Winterfell. Then one of us has to be at the airport waiting for Gendry and whoever he has coming with him. Thank the gods we had some kind of heads up. I don't know what we would have done if they had not let us know what was going on until they were here." Jon rubbed his eyes and felt older then he was.

"I can go open Winterfell." Robb suggested. Jon nodded his head. He still felt weird when Robb took orders from him.

"Yeah, why don't you do that?" Jon said. He knew that he was the only one that would be able to meet Gendry at the airport. "Theon you stay near the phone and give news to mom and dad. They will need constant updates. Text Sansa as well. Okay, we all have our jobs to do and only four hours to do them. Let's leave now and head up to Winterfell. It's a two hour drive back home."

The boys walked to their cars. Jon took his mustang that he was given for his birthday. Robb and Theon were in the sensible non-gas guzzling car that they used for the drive home. Jon was at the opening of the carport and peeled out. He was on no mood to play games like he and Theon usually did when they took separate cars. He just wanted to get to the house, let the land sooth him, then go get Gendry and wait for Arya.

He had his music blearing and it was not all too happy. It was pissed off hard rock. He was driving fast and he was impressed at how Gendry and Arya had rebuilt his car. He had seen the before and after pictures. They had amazed him. When Arya had pulled up with the car on her spring break he had wanted nothing so much in his life. He had been looking for this car for as long as he could remember. When she had handed over the keys to Jon he felt the way he feels before he has sex with a girl for the first time. There was a thrill to the way the keys felt in his hand, the way the car sounded when he turned it over for the first time. How the car handle when the wheels were on the open road. It was love, true love. Now all he felt was cold. He was cold and angry.

He made it to the house half an hour before the others made it. He slid out of the car and the door opened and Rodrik was there.

"Jon, we were called and told that you all were coming." The old man walked down the stairs and opened his arms. Rodrik was like a second father to Jon. He had taught him how to shoot a gun, how to climb a tree without making a sound and how to work the land. Once upon a time Rodrik had been in the military in a unit he couldn't talk about, even to this day.

"I knew that you would have everything in hand." Jon hugged Rodrik and they smiled at one another.

"I am guessing that Robb and Theon will be around shortly?" Rodrik raised his eyebrow. He had shown Jon how to do this trick and Jon showed Arya. The other Starks could do it, but none as good as the "dark Starks". That's what Rodrik called Arya and Jon.

"I need some food. Is there anything to eat in here?" Jon asked as they started to walk into the house.

"There is some beef stew. It's not as good as Mrs. Clark, but passable." They walked the long walk through the house to the back to the kitchen.

"I hope that it's made from food we grew here on our land?"

"You know it is. I don't know why you want to be a lawyer so bad. You should have just stayed here and become a farmer."

"No. I want to be a lawyer and up hold the law. I want to give power to the weak."

"You always were one for the law. Justice should have been your middle name, but in a way I guess it is. Eddard is, in a way, a synonym for justice. At least here on Winterfell." They smiled at one another.

"I have some news on the whole lawyer thing. That internship I interviewed at Christmas accepted me. In the next two weeks I will be moving South to work in the District Attorney's office of L.A. under the direction of Willas Tyrell and I quote "Under the watchful eye of Judge Mormont. You have impressed him Jon. Keep up the good work and you will go far." Jon shook his head with a smile on his face.

"Have you told your parents?" Rodrik paused in his eating with the spoon half way to his mouth.

"Not yet. With everything that has been going on there, first Sansa, then Bran, then Arya and then everything else going on, there just hasn't been time." Jon shrugged.

"They will want to know. Now eat that stew and then you have to go. It's a forty five minute drive to the airfield."

By the time he was finished eating the others were walking into the kitchen. They both had their phones out and were talking into their Bluetooth.

"If you can just get away from that shit Bolton we could use your ships and attack the fucking Freys." Robb was saying.

"I need you to come get me. And remember that we will have to sail the ships around the southern part of the company. That stupid king with the blazing heart will never let us go that way." Theon was saying.

"Hey want to hear something weird? That guy is Stannis Baratheon. You know that grumpy dude that we have seen at Roberts's house but always avoid? He plays ASOIAF." Robb said as they walked down thenhall.

"No shit?" Theon stopped talking and was tapping his controls on the phone like his life depended on it.

"Is this how you open Winterfell? By playing a game?" Jon asked.

"Hey you are just as much of an addict as the rest of us. It's all Tommen and Rickson's fault. Hell even Rodrik here plays. Don't you old man?" Robb asked his old friend.

"Play? You say that to the master of your army? I can make it impossible for you to go help Theon here." Rodric popped up, pulling at his beard.

"No he didn't mean it. HE is sorry. Please come help me!" Theon yelled.

"Jeyne! I need you to take the archers and. No don't do that. We need you to defend the flank. That Lion fuck is getting on me. No I don't know who it is. For all I know it's one of the fucking Lannisters. I remember there is a Lancle Lannister out there around our age. Just do what I say." Robb was tapping and so involved in what he was doing he was unaware of what was going on in the real world. With his nose to the phone he walked into the wall.

"Well then my brothers I am off. Got to pick up Gendry and the nurse." Jon left the others laughing at Robb.

Despite the fact that the drive was 45 minutes it swept Jon by. He loved his home, the place where Starks for as far back as anyone remembered had lived. It was lush and green and alive. That is what he loved. The aliveness to the land.

It was one thing that he would miss most when he went South. But his internship was not the only reason he wanted to go. He and Dany had been talking. A lot. But the problem was she was still dating the MMA guy. Jon didn't want to be a home wrecker, but he had feelings for her. Then, around the time Bran started walking again, she told her that she needed time. Time to get her life in order. She had said that she had things to decide on. Well in two weeks he would help her decide things in person.

He pulled up to the small airstrip what was on the Stark estate. He went over and talked to the air traffic guys and he was joking that it was another Baratheon group coming so they should pucker up and be ready to kiss some ass. Jon knew that Gendry would not want this, but Jon was in the mood to make him uncomfortable. This whole thing was in part his doing. If he had not beaten Jaqen to a pulp none of this would have happened. Or that's what he kept telling himself.

Jon was leaning against the hood of his car when he first spotted the plane. He reclined there and waited. The plane coasted to a stop on the runway and when it taxied to a stop Jon stood up to his full height. The doors opened and the stairs descended. Jon was watching and he saw the white blond head appear at the entryway. His breath caught in his throat. The only person that he knew with hair like that was Dany.

He watched as the slender body emerged from the plane. Her back was to him so he was able to see the swell of her hips and the round curve of her ass. Her tight jeans left nothing to the imagination. Jon, never in his life, felt fear for the first time. He wasn't ready for this. He had a grand gesture planned for when he confronted Dany. He had wanted to show her that he was the one for her. That together they could do everything they had talked about doing. They would try and save the world together. But here she was now. And his plans were blown to shit.

Gendry appeared at the gangway and Jon sucked in his breath. The boy was covered with bruises, from the base of his shirt to color to his eyes. He had known that he had been beat to hell and strangled, but the realization of how bad off he was had not penetrated his mind. His arm, the one that he had been shot in was strapped to his body. Every step he took caused him pain. Jon watched as Dany helped him off the plane. He knew that he shouldn't be jealous of Gendry, but he was. She soothed him, petted him, spoke soft words of comfort with each step he took. For a split second Jon wished he was the hurt one, just to have Da y treat him that way.

They made it to the bottom of the stairs and Jon hurried over to help Gendry to the car.

"Shit man, you look like hell." Jon said as he came closer to the two people he had come to help.

"I feel worse." Gendry huffed. "Do you know Dany? She had been kind enough to come with me and watch out for me. Wouldn't want these stitches to burst."

"Again." Dany said. She finally took her eyes off her patient and her gaze went to Jon for the first time. Her gaze bore into Jon. He cleared his throat and tried to talk.

"Again?" He said.

"Yeah. They blew on the way over. He would not sit still. I had to re-do them while we were in flight." Dany said as she walked him over to the car.

"Gendry you shouldn't have come. You know I would handle her once she got here. I am her brother and we are close, you know that. It is not the time for you to play hero." Jon slid up beside Gendry and when he went to put a hand on the small of his back to help him walk to the car he touched Dany's hand. They all stopped. An electric shock went from where his hand touched Dany to Jon's balls. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He felt Dany shudder and Gendry stopped walking.

"Whoa guys. What the fuck is going on here. Do you know each other?" Gendry looked from Jon to Dany.

"Um, we sort of know each other." Jon said.

"Is it that you know each other, or know each other?" Gendry asked dryly.

"Stuff it fuck face. Let's get you into the car. Then you can rest at home in Winterfell." Jon started walking again.

They made it to the car in one piece. Gendry was set in the back, amidst a ton of pillows that Dany had run back to the plane to retrieve. Jon had watched her at her task, watching the way that her breasts bounced under her tight white shirt. Jon wanted to take her right then and there.

When the car was ready and packed with the everything they had brought with them they were ready for the drive. Dany had given Gendry something for the pain he was feeling and he passed out once they were ten minutes into the drive to Winterfell.

Jon and Dany drove in silence; the sexual tension in the car was building. Jon wanted nothing more then to talk, but he didn't want to be the one to break. When they were fifteen minutes from Winterfell Jon couldn't take it anymore. He stopped the car and looked at her.

"Dany I." He never got to finish the sentence.

"Jon don't. I know that I said we needed time. I let you become closer to me then I intended. I loved Drago when we first started dating. He was strong; he sheltered me from my brother. And we loved one another with passion and wild abandon. But then I found you. And you opened my eyes to everything I was missing. You showed me what it would be like to be with someone who wanted to do good in the world. We have the same ideals at heart. Protect those who cannot protect themselves. That's why I eventually want to be a doctor and you want to be a lawyer. We connected at a level that had nothing to do with sex or safety. But I couldn't choose. But Drago made it easy for me. He went to Russia and he had wanted me to go with him. When I told him I would have to stay here to finish my schooling, finish my dreams, he called it quits. He didn't care about me. He only cared about what I could do for his body. But you cared about me. I think that you love me and that is more then I have ever felt before." Dany finished her speech and had taken his hand. Jon did not know what to say.

Never in his lifetime would he have imagined this happening. He loved her that was true. He had seen the torment that she was in and had wanted to heal her, the way that she had wanted to heal the world. They had that in common. They both wanted to make the world a better place. He saw how strong she was, despite her past. Jon knew from their conversations that she had had a though life. But he understood it better then most.

He as well had grown up knowing his parents were dead, that he was alone. He shyed away from the thought. He had parents who loved him, who had always been there for him. But on the deepest level of himself he knew that he was truly an orphan, just like her.

"Dany you don't need to explain anything to me." He said looking at her.

"But I do." She looked down and her hair fell into her face. Jon pushed it behind her ear and looked at her.

"Dany I don't care. I think I love you. I have never known what it is like to be in love before, but I think I do in fact love you." Jon took her hand and was glad they were stopped. He let his left hand slide up her arm and come to her neck. He pulled her forward and brought lips to his.

Their first kiss was sweet and tender. It was deep and full of longing as well. Jon had never kissed someone the way that he was kissing Dany. It was pure and hopeful. He loved her and let her know it. They broke apart before the kiss could deepen. They had the rest of the drive to finish and they had to get Gendry in bed before they could do anything else. They drove hand in hand to Winterfell. When they got there the doors to the great house opened. There were enough attendants there to carry the baggage and help them get Gendry out of the car.

Jon supervised the unloading and placement of Gendry in a comfortable bed. He had let Dany go see to the settlement of Gendry. It was the longest half hour of his life. They had settled things down; the staff had things well under hand. Jon suspected that they missed having people to fuss over. Dany had walked out of Gendry's room and Jon had been waiting for her.

"Where is my room?" She asked.

"I have you over this way. Follow me." Jon walked away down the hall. They were side by side and their hands kept brushing together.

"I hope I will be able to shower? I came here right after I had been working a full shift in the hospital."

"You can use the bathroom that is connected to the room you can be staying in." Jon tried to be cryptic.

"Can be staying in? Why would I not stay in the room you are taking me to?"

"Well because I thought you might like to be in my room. Or you can stay in any of the other room in the house." Jon looked sideways at her as they kept walking.

"I wouldn't mind being in your room." She kept her head looking straight ahead.

They walked to Jon's room. It had been his room since he was small and he no longer wanted to share a room with Robb. It had evolved many times and now it was decorated in muted greys and he had nature prints all over the room. His favorite was of a pack of wolves running in the forest. Dany's bags were already there on the bed waiting for her.

"So if I am staying with you, does this mean that you want to move forward with our relationship?" Dany asked.

"I do. And I have some news. I am going to be in L.A for the summer as an intern for the DA's office. So for a while we won't have to do anything long distant." Jon smiled and Dany smiled back.

"Jon that is amazing. Now there is something that I have wanted to do to you for a long time. But you can't do it from over at the door there." She crooked her finger at him and Jon walked over to her.

He stood in front of her; she was looking at his chest. His eyes were on the top of her blond head. She looked up and in her eyes there was a fire that was burning just for him. Jon stood still as she drew her hands over his chest, to his shoulders and to his neck. One she kept there while the other she used to take a handful of his hair. She forced his mouth to hers and he answered her fire with his own. She surprised him. Instead of falling back on to to the bed, she backed him up until his back bumped the door of the room.

Jon realized what she was doing. The door was opened. Jon pushed away from the door, not breaking contact from her lips. He slammed the door shut and flung Dany against the wall. She took hold of the bottom of his shirt and drew it over his head. Once he was free of it he turned to rid Dany of hers. Inch by inch the shirt went up, first exposing her tight stomach, then the base of her bra, and then finally it was on the floor. Jon pulled her to him again and unclasped the one thing that was between him and what he desired the most. He tossed the offending article on the ground and he let himself do what he had wanted to do for a long time.

She led his head to her full breast. His tongue swept it around on the surface area and she arched her back. Her hands went to work on unbuckling his jeans and she pushed them down to the floor. His hands found her jeans, but he didn't let his relentless assault on her breasts stop. She stepped out of the jeans and Jon took one hand away from her breast and slid it down her stomach, waiting for the resistance of underwear, but he found none. All he felt were the soft curls that were at the top of her legs.

"You don't have on any underwear." Jon panted as he felt his hand nestle into her softness.

"But you are still in yours. Now let's get them off of you."

"If I take them off then I won't be able to stop from taking you right here against the door." He said with his teeth gritting together to stop himself from fucking her hard and heavy while standing against the door.

"Then do it. Fuck me Jon. Right here, right now. We have waited long enough." She pushed down his boxers and his erection sprung free. She took it in her hands and stroked it until it fully hard, not that it was mocha work. It took seconds. They kissed once more. Then he was in such burning need that he slung her leg over his hip and she guided the tip of him onto the moist entrance of her. He lifted her until she was in the right position, then she slid down the length of him until was in her. They kissed and the two most intimate places of the human body were married together. Jon started to pull out and she let him. She was moaning in pleasure ad desire as he pumped in and out of her. They were working together to find a rhythm. Their pants echoed around the room. Dany bounced on top of him and Jon pushed into her. It was heaven and they were so high on the feel of each other that they were coning before either one wanted to.

They were panting and giggling, and kissing, still pressed against the door. Then Jon's phone started to ring. It was the ring tone he had set for Arya. He fumbled as he tried to slide his still semi hard cock from Dany's wet womanhood.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. I have to find my phone." Jon was down on the ground looking for his phone when Dany tapped him on the shoulder.

"It is in your shoe over there. On top of the dresser." Dany pointed one slender arm in the dressers direction.

Jon hobbled over to the dresser and dug his phone out of his shoe.

"Arya!" He panted.

"Jon? Is that you? Have you been running?" Arya asked.

"Um, no. I was not running." Jon blushed.

"Then you were doing something else then. One guess that I know what it is." Jon knew that she was smiling.

"Why are you calling Little Wolf? Are you almost home?" He asked. His voice was almost normal.

"I'm in Seattle. But Jon I don't know if I can come home. I know Gendry is there. I'm afraid." Her voice was hushed.

Jon took a deep breath and counted to ten. He had so many things he wanted to say. He had words of anger, fear, love and disgust to say to her. He thought of which emotion would be best to use on her now. He chose his anger, because that is what was closest to the surface.

"You don't think you can come hime?" He boomed into the phone. "What the fuck do you mean? Do you have any idea what you have put everyone, and I mean everyone, through? Fucking Christ Arya do you only think of yourself?"

"Jon I."

"I don't care what your reasons are." His anger was taking control of him.

"But Jon I murdered someone!" She cried into the phone.

"And so have I. I killed the one person I needed most in the world. I killed my own mother!" He screamed into the phone. He said the one this g he had never told another person before, to the one person who would know what he felt.

"That's not the same." Arya yelled back.

"No its worse. My mother had none nothing wrong, and yet my birth caused her death. So do not try and tell me that you think what you have done is the worst thing a person can ever do. I have lived everyday knowing that I murdered my mother. Now you suck it the fuck up and get your ass here as fast as that car you are in can make it. If not I will hunt you down and pull you by your hair back fucking home." He hung up and threw his it across the room and yelled in a wordless scream of pain and loss. He crumpled to the floor and shook with his anger.

"Jon." He heard Dany approach him. She knelt down and touched him. "Jon it's okay. You didn't kill your mother, any more than I did mine." She wrapped her arms around him. He knew that she thought he was crying but he was not. He was shaking with rage. Arya had pulled shit like this one to many times. She had always s run when things got rough and she had to deal with her emotions. When they were young she would always run to him. But now she saw him as a person to hold her back. Someone who made her deal with things. He knew that she was running away from him as well as from everyone else. But a part of him always would be her safe refuge.

"I am alright." He said when he had finally got his anger under control. He lifted his head up and looked at Dany and saw the concern etched in her breath taking, beautiful face. "Hey I said that you would be able to take a shower. Want to come and enjoy one with me?"

He let her pull him up and they headed into the bathroom and start the shower.

Sansa

Sansa was with Sandor when they had gotten a call from Myrcella that Gendry had gotten on a jet right after he was discharged from the hospital and was headed to Winterfell to confront Arya. Sansa wished she could go with him, but she knew that her place was with Sandor. She knew that Jon, Gendry and the other two big brothers could keep Arya there and soon bring her home. Sansa didn't know when home stopped being Winterfell and started being here in the South.

She had gotten her admission letter from all the state schools from on the west coast, from Washington State to UCLA. The one that she was thinking of going to was Stanford. They had everything that she wanted. It was a great school there and she knew that she wanted to go there over all the others. The thing that she needed to know was if Sandor would come with her. She fully intended to marry the stupid, reckless, handsome man. But she was not sure she would do it right away. She would want to finish collage. She wanted to become a doctor in psychology and help victims, like she had been, like Margery was learning how to be. It would be hard work, long hours, but worth it. She just had to break the news to everyone.

She was in her room at the house when she had a knock at her door. Bran came in and sat down on her bed.

"Sansa there is something I have to tell you. Something that no one in the family knows."

"What is it Bran?" She asked.

"Something happens to me, has been happening to me since we moved here. Jojen says I learned to see when I got here. I don't know if it is true or not. I seem to be able to see the future. I saw so many things over the year. I don't know if I can tell you all of it. But I knew things before they happened. Things that had happened to you and everyone else. At first I thought it was the tumor, then the bogus cancer. But now I am not so sure. I think I have always been able to do this. That is why I was better then everyone at so many things. I knew what would happen so I would get things right." Bran told this all to Sansa and she sat there and took it all in.

"So what you are telling me is that you have seen the future and saw the bad things, but you didn't tell us? You could have prevented so much." Sansa looked at Bran and simply knew he was telling the truth.

"Well, I, I didn't know how to tell you all what was happening. I didn't know if any of you would believe me. Come on Sansa if I would have told you before the party at Blackwater that I saw Joffery fucking someone at the party would you have believed me? Or would you have thought that I was just saying something to badmouth Joffery?" Bran asked. Sansa considered his words then spoke.

"At the time I would have said that you were trying to break us up by badmouthing him." She admitted.

"So how could I have told you, any of you, what I knew without everyone thinking I was making it up?" Bran demanded.

"Damn you and your logic." Sansa said.

"You have mother to thank for that. Once she gets over her emotions she is the most logical person in the world." Bran said with a shrug.

"You know Arya thinks she is so much like father, because she looks like him and the Starks of old, but she has more of mother in her then the rest of us. I think mother should be down there." Sansa said.

"Are you crazy? They can't stand to be in the same room together when their emotions control them." Bran said.

"But who is to say that what they need is not each other. We all know that mother was in love with our uncle Bran before he died and met father. She knows what it is like to make the tough decisions that Arya needs to make." Sansa reasoned.

"Well then, with that said, I guess that you are right. We need to have a talk with mother and see if she can get North ASAP!"

The two Stark children walked out of Sansa's room in search of herd parents. They looked in their bedroom, in the study, the kitchen and the office. Sansa and Bran had run out of places to look. Bran sat down at the kitchen table and looked out at the backyard. He saw something that he never expected to see. His father and mother were outside smoking a joint.

"Sansa I found them." Bran nodded his head to the backyard.

Her eyes flicked from the counter to the window. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of her parents smoking pot in the backyard. She knew that they had dabbled in collage, but not now. They were always so straight laced. She remembered that they had gone ape shit when they caught Bran doing the same thing not long ago. So it was a shock to her that her parents were doing just that.

"What the fuck!" Sansa called out.

"I am betting that they needed to relax." Bran said.

She shook her head and walked to the back door. She opened the door and walked out into the back porch. She cleared her throat and that small pipe that her parents had been passing back and forth vanished. Her parents turned scarlet from being caught smoking pot.

"Um, mom, dad, Bran and I have been talking and we have something we, and mostly I mean Bran, would like to share with you." Sansa said. She looked at Bran and told him to tell them what he had been experiencing.

Bran sat down and told their parents what he had told Sansa, but he elaborated more on the visions. She watched as her parents lit up the said pipe they had been hiding and her mother took a hit off it. Catelyn handed it to Ned. He took a hit off it and to the utter shock of Sansa he handed the loaded pipe to Bran and he took the lighter and lit up as well. Sansa declined when Bran tried to pass the pipe to her. She was shocked, but in a way it was all legal. Her parents were adults and to the eyes of the law, Bran did have a medical condition that allowed him the use of weed. She had no excuse so didn't try it.

They all sat in silence as their parents digested all that Bran had said. Sansa knew that it was all a lot that they had to take in. She felt the same way they did, but she had believed Bran right off the bat. She waited for one of them to say something. Finally after fifteen minutes they both spoke at the same time.

"Bran what do you mean?" Ned had said.

"You saw all these things and didn't tell us?" Ned asked.

Sansa sat back and let him deal with all this. Bran tried to contain the damage, but he couldn't on his own. They both were getting to agitated over Bran's revelation to grasp the meat of the matter.

"Parents!" Sansa boomed over their barrage of questions. "I believe Bran and I think what he is saying it true. Now moving on. What are we going to do about Arya?" Sansa's harsh tone brought them back a little.

"We know that Jon has things well in hand." Ned began.

"But not well enough. I have seen that things will not be all right until Mother goes North and decides to confront her. We all know that Arya might look like father, but Arya is more Tully then any of us. Family, Duty, Honor are the words that house Tully have live by for hundreds of years and it had been drilled into our heads, Arya more then the rest of us. You have a duty to go to her mother." Bran said to Catelyn Stark.

"Bran, do not take that tone with your mother." Ned snapped.

"You need to do something father. I know that you don't want to push her away like Lyanna, but she is not your sister, she is ours and I think that we know her better then you. So what the hell are you going to do?" Sansa demanded.

Her patents sat there opened mouthed. But she and Bran were united. Sansa knew that her parents could fuck things up with Arya if they did the wrong thing. If they did nothing she was going to know that what she had done was something she could always do. She could run away whenever things got hard. But if they threw the book at her she would never forgive her parents and she would fight them and be lost to them forever as well. It was a thin line that they were walking and it was cowardly to foster this responsibility off on Jon to make Arya understand the rules of Family, Duty, Honor.

"She is your child, and she needs you. Think about it parents. If this happened to you, what would you do? Who would you go to?" Bran asked.

"I don't know what I would do, to be honest." Catelyn said in a small voice.

"I would have gone to my father. He always had answers. To everything." Ned said. "If he was here I think he would say the same thing that the kids are. Arya needs her mother Cat. You have to go to her." Ned took her hand and looked her in the eyes.

"So it is decided?" Cat looked at her children and husband. They all nodded. She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. "I just wanted to smoke a little pot this evening. It's been over twenty years since I have done this and I just wanted to relax!"

"Don't worry Cat. I don't think that Roberts's jet will be able to come here in time for you not to be able enjoy your high." Ned patted her hand and then he lit up the pot pipe and took a hit and passed it to his wife. The two children stood up and walked away from their parents so they could "unwind" in peace.

Once in the house the two kids walked back into the kitchen and looked at their parents threw the window.

"Would you have ever thought they would be doing that? It's like we are the parents and they are the children." Sansa said leaning against the counter.

"I know. I think that as we get more grown up they are going to become more childlike." Bran said.

"Do you think we could blackmail them with this? Later on?" Sansa asked. She gave her brother a slightly evil smile.

"Fuck yes I do. First thing I'm going to ask for with this insolent is to have Mers over for the night." He said smiling brightly at her.

"To do it?" Sansa asked.

He threw a sponge from the sink at her and rolled his eyes.

"I know I'm the only one of us old enough to be having sex that isn't. Don't tell me about it. I was non functional from the waist down for much of my relationship. But things are changing!" He walked out of the kitchen and headed upstairs to the bedrooms.

"I didn't need to know that!" Sansa yelled after him.

"Then you shouldn't have joked about it!" He called back.

Sansa turned her back on her parents and walked up to her room and started on her homework that she had neglected since Sandor got hurt. She was so behind; she didn't know what she was supposed to be doing. She was going to just take it all to the hospital Sandor would know what is going on and together they would be able to do it together.

Myrcella

In the last week and the week leading up to prom Myrcella had not been able to help Helen get any planning on for the wedding. Myrcella had decided that she and Helen should go out and pick out a wedding dress, the date was fast approaching and Helen still didn't have her dress yet.

They went to Panache Bride. Helen wanted to find a dress that looked good on the frame of her older body. The sales girls started salivating when they were told that the budget was between 5,000 dollars to 10,000 dollars. Robert had told her to get the dress of her dreams and she was going to do it. With Myrcellas help of course.

As they sat in a private waiting room Myrcella decided to ask Helen a question.

"What should I do when Argon goes out on the road with his record deal? I love him and want to be with his, but the time apart is going to be hard. What should I do?"

"Have you talked to Argon about this?" Helen asked.

"Not really. We both know that I have two years left in school. I want to go with him, and he wants to be here with me, but his contract has them going to Seattle to make their album. We don't know how long this will take. I wish there was a way that we could be together." Before Helen could offer her words of wisdom the door flew opened and there was a blizzard of white coming into the room.

There were dresses in all shape and style. Slim plain dresses, others with so much glitter and lace that Helen was lost under it all. After three hours of picking out the ones they didn't like and trying those on Helen had narrowed it down to three they did.

They were all designed by Vera Wang. The first one was a strapless dress with a tight fitting bodice that had some rousing at the top and then went down to the hips and filled out to make it look like flower pestles. It fit her amazingly. The second one was also a fitted bodice, but there was no adornment to it. But it flared out at the hips and it was beautiful. Helen said it hid her giant hips, but she was not to happy how her boobs looked in it. They were popping out a little too much. The third one was a one shoulder dress that had flowers sewn on and a slight embellishment at the top to the hips where there were even more flowers done in a thin fabric. Out of all the dresses Myrcella liked this one the best. It didn't have a huge puff skirt like the other two and made Helen look years younger.

"Helen I think that this is the one." Myrcella said as Helen tried it on for the third time.

"You think so Myrcella?" Helen asked as she did a small spin in the mirror. The slight train settled behind her and she knew that Helen loved this dress, that it was the one.

"Yeah. You look so beautiful, mom." Myrcella said. Tears sprung to Helens eyes and they both started crying.

"I see this is the one." The sales assistant said. "And this one is half off. So it is only 4,500. A great price for such an amazing dress. Now there might be some alterations that we will have to make, but that shouldn't take to long."

"I will take this one." Helen wiped the tears of joy from her eyes and once she was out of the dress she hugged Myrcella to her chest. They walked out of the store.

"Myrcella I want you to be one of the bridesmaids. I had planned on asking Catelyn and the two Stark girls as well, but with how things are going on with them all I don't know if they will be able to do it."

"Helen I would love to be one of your bridesmaids. Oh this means that we get to go shopping again! I really need this to not think about everything that is going on." Myrcella smiled at her and Helen slid her arm around her soon to be legal daughters shoulder.

"What do you think your colors should be? Your father wants black and yellow, for House Baratheon, but then you all would look like bumble bees. I was thinking of maybe some kind of pale yellow, or lavender. I don't know. I think I should let you and the others decide if they want to be in the wedding of course. I know Ned is and Gendry. But who else your father had planned to be in it I don't know. I think Renly and Tyrion maybe, but that's just my guess."

"Oh Renly and Tyrion would be perfect. I know that the uncles would love it." Myrcella said as they made their way to the car. "And I think that the others would love to be in the wedding. I know Sansa will. She loves this sort of thing. Catelyn would be the best maid of honor in the world."

"Well that's settled. I can ask two of the three of them. I know that Arya is going to be hard to get in touch with for a while." Helen shocked Myrcella by talking the fact Arya ran away so calmly. "But I have a feeling that Gendry will bring her home."

"But the North is her home, why would she come back here?" Myrcella asked.

"Because, for the time being this is where the love for her is." Helen said matter of fact and let the matter drop.

They drove to the Keep and Helen stopped them from getting out of the car for a moment. She looked at Myrcella for a moment then smiled at her.

"You asked me what you should do about Aegon going to Seattle and you staying here. All I can say my dear is talk to him, lead with your heart and anything you decide will be the right choice. No matter what anyone else thinks. I will back your heart's decision to my last breath." Helen opened her arms to Myrcella and she fell into her mothers arms.

There was so much more she wanted to confide in her, so many things she wanted to talk to her about. Nut until she knew for sure she wouldn't voice her concerns just yet. Not even to her mother , not even to the love of her life. They got out of the car and went in search of Robert to tell him they found a dress and under budget, something he would be amazed over.

Arya

She had been pretty shook up after her conversation with Jon. She had been a little freaked out when she had learned that he felt that he had murdered his mother. She knew it wasn't true, but all the same she knew that she wasn't alone in the family carrying this guilt and hurt inside them over ending a life to bring life into the world.

She was ten miles from Winterfell and for some reason she wasn't scared any more to face Jon, and Gendry. They would be there to sooth her and love her and tell her that things would be all right. As she drove onto the driveway of Winterfell she felt the strength to go to the house. It was full dark, but she could see the house blazing in the distance, like a beacon, drawing her home.

She pulled up to the front door, despite the fact that she could have used the garage and parked the car there and then walked into the kitchen. But part of her wanted to make a grand entrance. She was a Stark of Winterfell. She would prove it by walking in there and keeping her head held high. She knew that what she had done was wrong, but she would face everything they had to throw her.

Arya gathered all her strength around her and opened her car door. She stepped out of the car and into the cool, crisp air. She inhaled deeply and knew that she was home, safe and that she would be okay. On her drive home she had come to turns with what had happened. She knew that killing Jaqen had been the right thing. She walked to the door and it opened it.

Rodrik was at the door waiting for her. None of her brothers were there, or Gendry. She had expected all of them to be there to lecture her and yell at her. But there was only Rodrik. She was thankful for small miracles. She was unsure whether she would be able to deal with all of them there to see her, all at once.

"The prodigal daughter returns." Rodrik said as he opened his arms to her. She walked up the rest of the stairs and fell into his arms. Rodrik had always been like a father to her and she needed his love at the moment. She wasn't sure that she would be getting any love from anyone in the family so openly for a long time.

"I have missed you Rodrik. I have missed you so much." She hugged him back like her life depended on it.

"There is some stew made from the garden out back and a cow that we butchered last week. Stuff from Winterfell to feed you. It will make you strong for the boys. And I have to warn you they are not the only ones waiting for you." Rodrik lead her into the house and took her into the kitchen.

As he ladled up the stew for her and set a hunk of fresh baked crusty bread beside her spot she looked at him.

"What do you mean? Who else is here?" She asked as she lifted the spoon to her lips and took a bite.

"We got word that your mother is on her way. Robb went to meet the plane. Gendry is passed out from the trauma of it all, and Jon has been occupied from the moment Mr. Gendry arrived with his nurse." Rodrik smiled at that last statement.

"Who is this nurse?" Arya asked, not liking anyone being with Gendry, in a plane for over six hours.

"Her name is Dany, but don't get your dander up Little Wolf. She only has eyes for Jon." Rodric smiled at her.

"Wait, her name is Dany? I got a text from Sansa saying that a nurse named Dany was his secret girlfriend. Do you think she is That Dany?" Arya took the opportunity to shovel food into her mouth. She could not remember tasting anything so good in her life. In the back of her mind she registered that Rodrik had said her mother was on her way, but this matter of Jon and a girl was a more pressing matter on her mind.

"I would say she is the one and the same. She had admitted that she was the nurse to Bran when he was sick, that is how they met. Bran, even while sick was playing matchmaker. Who knew that the boy would find Jon his soul mate?" Rodrik chuckled.

"I think you said something earlier, but I am not so sure that I heard you right. You said that Robb had gone to get mother, but that can't be right. She can't be on her way here." Arya said.

"I am afraid that she is lass. She should be touching down any moment now." Rodrik smiled at her again.

"Where is Theon?" She demanded trying to change the subject.

"He is playing ASOIAF. He is trying to get away from the Bastard Bolton in the game. He has almost done it too. Now I know that he would love to be here to joke with you and make you feel like shit all at the same time, but he loves that game. Damn Tommen and Rickon for showing us all that game." Rodrick shook his head.

"Wait you play to? I knew that my brothers did, but I didn't think you did as well." Arya tore off a piece of bread and swiped it on the bottom of the bowl.

"Aye, I play, and so does your father, but he is just a lowly hedge knight, wandering around the country. But don't tell anyone. He would be embarrassed if any of the others knew." Rodrik had turned scarlet and even his whiskers had pinked up.

"Don't worry; dad's secret is safe with me." She finished off the bread and the stew. "That was the best thing I have ever eaten. Now I need a shower. How long will I have before Mother is here and I will have to face the music?"

"An hour. I will hide Sansa's car and have one of the boys check it out. I know she must be worried about it." Rodrik smiled at her.

"Oh gods. That fucking car. I think that it needs an oil change and maybe a nice wash and buff. Sansa will kill me if it goes back to her looking like this. Oh it will also need a detailing." She stood from the chair and stretched.

"Go take that shower, you need one. And don't worry; no one will know that you are here until I tell them you are." He gave her a hug and wrinkled his nose at her. She knew he was playing, amd she loved him for it.

"Rodrik I love you. Your are the only person that I think of as a father, besides my own father. You are the one that I think I needed to see the most. I don't know how to deal with killing someone." She hugged the man to her and he returned her hug.

"I know what it is like to kill Little Wolf. It is not something that will ever leave you. But I will tell you that the ones who deserve a death are the ones who make it easier to dispatch. And from everything that I have heard that Jaqen guy was one that deserved it. You did what you did out of love and duty. I have done the same thing many times in the past. It doesn't make you a bad person. But running and hurting those who love you is something to be ashamed of." Rodrik locked his arms around her as she started to pull away during his speech. She knew that he was right, but hearing what was right wasn't always easy to hear.

"I, Rodrik, no one else understand. I feel so horrible. I keep seeing his head explode in my dreams. I keep seeing his smile before I blew him away. Like he didn't believe that I would do it. But I did. I saw Gendry dead at his feet and I knew that I had to do something." Arya said.

"I know Wolf. I have the same dreams about some of the men I killed. It doesn't make it easier, but it shows us that we are still human, that we still feel. Never forget that feeling. It was either him, or you. I for one am glad that it was you that came out on top. I am glad that you stopped him." Rodrik embraced her again, and his words soothed her guilty conscience.

"It is thanks to your teaching that I had such a good shot. It only took one bullet to get the job done, just like you taught me." She said with her head pressed against his shoulder.

"You did good Arya. You did a good job. One thing I always told you is that of you pick up a gun you should be ready to finish the job you started out doing. I had hoped none of you would ever have to really do that on a human, but I am glad you remembered."

"I just thought that you were talking about animals. We went hunting, I remember the first time I killed a deer. It was horrible when you made me plunge the blade into his throat, spilling his blood, but he deserved a proper death. You taught me how to make a clean kill. If Jaqen would not have fallen after the first shot I would have finished the kill."

"Good girl. Now go shower." He pushed her to the kitchen door and she took her escape and ran to her bedroom.

Once she had left the great entryway she took the grand stairway two at a time to her room. She knew what she had left in there. Her dresser and bed and desk should be there. All that was missing was her clothes and books, and wall hangings. What she had not expected to find was a human body in her bed. It was Gendry and she knew that Jon had put him in here and not in a guestroom for a reason. Jon had put him here to punish her. But it wouldn't work. After her talk with Rodrik she felt better. The only thing that remained was the guilt. She was glad that her mother was coming. She had some explaining to do and she knew that she would only have the power to do it at home in Winterfell.

She tiptoed past Gendry. She stopped at the bathroom door and just looked down at him. He was beautiful. She had never realized this before. She didn't even care that he was slobbering on her pillow. She only felt love swell inside her for him. She felt a stab of guilt shoot through her. She had left him when he had needed her most. And when he should have been home resting from dying and his surgery he was here, for her. She didn't know how to repay him for all that he had done for her, all that he was still doing for her. She loved him; she knew that with all her heart.

She shook her head, trying to make as little noise as possible. She knew that Gendry needed his rest. She would need his love and support when her mother got here. But now she would let him rest. He would need that more then her love.

Gendry

He awoke to the sound to running water. He had been pretty much dumped in a room when he first arrived to Winterfell. He had felt something between Dany and Jon from the moment they had met Jon on the tarmac when they first arrived, and then he pretended to pass out when they had had their talk in the car. He knew that they were into each other, but he just hadn't realized how much until their talk.

When they had finally arrived at Winterfell he had been ready to pass out from the pain. Dany had seen to his care and administrated a shot of morphine that put him cleanly under. He had slept for seven hours from his calculations. Then he had heard water running somewhere and he woke up.

A sweet voice floated to him from the opened bathroom door. The only person who how knew who had a voice like that was Arya. He tried to sit up quickly, but his shoulder protested and he had to sit up slowly, like a true invalid. He swung his legs off the bed and that motion sent a short of pain to his shoulder. He gave a soft groan of pain, but knew that he must continue on. Everything in him wanted him to make it to the bathroom. To see her and make sure she was real.

He made his slow progress to the bathroom. He stood there in the doorway and he knew that she was in there. He wanted nothing more then to go in the shower with her, but he knew that he couldn't with his stitches. So he did the only thing that he could think to do. He went back to her bed and took off all his clothes. It hurt him, but he did it all on his own.

He was lying on the bed naked, when the shower stopped and he pretended to be asleep. He knew that she would see through this as soon as her eyes were on him. But he wasn't ready for the confrontation that he knew was coming. He was mad as hell at her. She could have done things so differently, but she had run from him and his love. Again. Yet his body needed her more then his anger wanted to yell at her.

If this had been the first time he would have given her some leeway, but it wasn't and they both knew it.

He pretended to snore as he heard the shower stop. He knew that she would come out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel. He was getting the picture ready in his mind, when he peeked out his semi opened eye memory become a reality. It was better then he pictured, and it took all his willpower not to leap off the bed and take him in his arms, or rather arm. He fake slept and she knew it. He watched as she crossed to a dresser and took out bland white panties, a cotton shirt and put them on a desk chair. He watched her dry off herself, and then she slid on the plain underwear. He had never seen a more erotic site then Arya putting on that plane pair of panties. She still had not put on the shirt that she had collected. Her tight high bouncy breasts stood there at attention. Gendry wanted nothing more then to get out of the bed and go to her and run his hungry tongue along those raw peeks. Bur he could not. He was pretending to be asleep. It would not do to get out of bed now. Arya slid the worn t-shirt over her head and watch her walk over to his bead.

"I know you are awake. Don't try to hide that from me." She said.

Gendry pretended to still sleep until he felt the mattress shift in weight and she was sitting beside him. He held his breath, knowing she was going to touch him. It felt like so long since he had felt her put her skin against his. He knew that it had only been two days, but they seemed like a lifetime ago. He wanted nothing more then to reach his hand out and touch her. But he held back, this was neither the time, nor the place to cave into his wanting need for her.

So he did the one thing he could do and "woke up". He pretended to blink sleep from his eyes and focus on her. But the truth of the matter was he had had been focused on her. She was his reason for living, something he had not realized until he died.

"Gendry I am so fucking glad that you are here." Arya fell onto the bed beside him. She wrapped her arms around his middle and held him to her. For a moment he couldn't breathe. But he wrapped his good arm around her and held her close to him. He inhaled her sent and he could not remember anything smelling so good.

"I told you that I would always find you. I will always come to you. I love you so much." He kissed the top of her head. He snaked his good arm from around her and used it to tilt her face up to him. "I had thought that you would realize this by now."

"I knew that when I ran. But I just had to get everything figured out on my own. I know that I did it all wrong. I know that. But I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror without wanting to vomit." She shuddered against him and his arm wrapped tighter against her and she held him as tight as she could.

"Arya there is nothing that you couldn't tell me. I will always be here for you. No matter what you think, or say or do. I will always be here for you."

She lifted her face to him and he wanted nothing more than to kiss her, but he didn't know if that was what she wanted. She saw the question in his eyes and scooted up the bed until she was within kissing distance. Their lips touched and she let him feel in one kiss everything she was feeling. He forgave her in that moment. He could feel her sorrow, her pain, her torment under the surface. But under all that he could feel her love. It was that love that he gathered around him. She loved him and he knew that he would never stop loving her.

"I love you Arya. I truly and deeply love you. I want you always to remember that." He kissed the tip of her nose. She giggled and snuggled into him.

"I know that. I have always known that. I was just scared. And I think tonight will be the worst part of this whole thing. My mother is coming. In fact she should be here any minute." She had said with her face against the good side of his neck.

"What do you mean your mother is on her way here?" Gendry asked.

"Rodrik told me that Robb had gone to the air strip to pick her up and that they would be here soon. Gods Gendry I don't want to face her. She is always like a dragon lady whenever I was in trouble as a child. It got easier once I was older. I was invisible. She didn't notice me. But this is not something I can turn insolvable over. I did a horrible thing by running. I know that. I came here so I wouldn't have my nose rubbed in it by my mother." She mumbled into his neck.

"Perhaps she will surprise you. This stunt of yours might have scared her and she is on her way here to make sure you are okay." Gendry tried to sooth her. She was eager for his touch. He only had one good arm but he used it well.

He pulled her down for a kiss and it was tender. They moved so he would not be in pain. She pulled back his covers to find him nude. He never felt naked in front of her. Je felt her shift and her panties were no longer between them. She moved to straddle his body. He was already hard for her. She rook him inner hands and moved him to her opening. Her hands shook as she guided him to her core. She slid down on him and she shuddered as they joined. Any thought of her being lost left his mind as they joined. She was soft as she moved above him. They moved together. In les time then he would have liked they were both coming. She fell on him, careful of his wound.

He knew this was a turning point in things. This love making was a apology to one another. They stayed locked together in their love and he released all his anger from her running away. He had told her he would always find her and he had kept his word. He hoped she now understood he meant every word he had said. Gendry had so much to tell her.

"Arya I love you." He said to her still form curled beside his body.

"I love you too, my stupid Bull." She said back.

She had leaned up on her elbow and looked like she had more to say, but the words never came. There was a knock at the door. Arya was scrambling to find her discarded underwear and had just got them on and threw the blankets over him when the door opened.

Jon let himself in the room before they called him to enter. Dany was behind him and he saw the way that the two gravitated to each other. Gendry suspected that they had gotten to knowone another while he had been sleeping. Gendry thought this was a good idea. Jon needed someone like Dany. And from what they had talked about on the plane ride to Winterfell Dany needed someone like Jon too.

"Mother is here. Arya put on some pants and come to the drawing room. And I don't mean in ten minutes. I mean now. Gendry if you want to be there to then I will help you out of bed." Jon said in a flat tone.

"I need help getting dressed." Gendry said sheepishly. Jon gave him a flat look. He came up with a lie on the fly. "I got hot while I slept."

Jon just looked at him coldly, but smiled at him. Gendry's friend was still in the after glow of good sex he was glad. He could not have taken a nearing from a passed off older brother after all that he had been through. Jon just nodded his head.

Arya sprang from the bed and put the jeans that she had been in for the last few days on. Jon came and helped Gendry up. He was slightly unsteady on his feet but he was standing. The girls left the room to wait in the hall.

"I hope you two made up." Jon said as he grabbed Gendry's boxers from the floor and helped him into them.

"We did. I see you made nice with Nurse Dany." Gendry retorted.

"Watch it Baratheon. I might be happy from hours of great sex, but never forget you are fucking my sister. If you hadn't died to protect her I'd be dragging your body around Winterfell right now." Jon said as they got him into sweat pants.

"What does a guy have to do to show his love to a Stark girl around here?" Gendry asked as they tried to get hint in a shirt. "I took a bullet for her, then died for her. Gods help Sandor. If this is how you lot treat us he is in need of some brotherly love too." They got the shirt over his head and he was presentable to the matriarch of the Stark clan.

"Just remember, no matter how many times you die for her she is my sister, and I will kill for her." Jon smiled at her as he spoke so the warning in them words wasn't so strong. They left the room and met up with the girls in the hall. The four of them walked out of the room and down stairs to meet Catelyn Stark.

"Mother she is here." Jon said as he had entered the room first.

Gendry had Arya's hand in his. He felt her tension well in her. She was clutching his hand like it was the only thing in the world that was holding her to the earth.

"I can see that Jon." Arya said as they reached the sitting room Catelyn was sitting in a straight backed armchair. Gendry thought that her face was too harsh, but then he noticed her take a deep breath and let it out. She had been worried about her daughter. That was plain on her face. Gendry was just glad that she wasn't crying. He couldn't deal with grown women crying.

"Mother I am sorry that I ran off, again, like that. But this time it was different. I needed to come home. I needed clear air to clear my head. Mother I kept seeing myself kill Jaqen. I didn't want to be a killer. I just wanted to go back to being a normal girl. But I know that will never happen. Please don't yell at me. I yelled at myself enough." Arya had walked to her mother during her speech.

Catelyn opened her arms and Arya fell into them. Gendry watched Catelyn comfort her daughter, giving her all the life and comfort that Arya had felt denied growing up. He watched as years of the neglect were melted away. Catelyn held her daughter and whispered words of love and comfort to her.

"Arya I love you. We all do. I hope that you know that you can come to me or your father with any feeling you have." Catelyn stroked her dark childs head as she spoke.

"I know that now Mother." Arya whispered to her.

"Do not think that just because I forgive you that everyone else at home has. You are still in the doghouse dear. But I will be there for you. No matter what. I will always be on your side. Never forget that." Catelyn held Arya's face between her hands. Arya just nodded. "Now go rest. I know you have had a long drive and need sleep." Catelyn kissed her on the head. Arya walked to Gendry and he took her hand.

"It is alright now." Gendry said.

"It won't be alright until I get home." She said.

"I thought Winterfell was your home." Gendry said as they walked to her bedroom.

"I realized that home was where ever my family is. Where love is. I could live anywhere as long as I had love. I love you. I am glad that you are going to be in Seattle next school year working on an album. You will be closer then. When we return here next year." She looked up, at him with such hope in her eyes and his heart soared.

Gendry pulled her down into bed and they both took off their pants and settled in to bed.

"I am glad too. I don't know what I would do without you in my life. Things would sure be dull." Gendry chuckled as he pulled the blankets over them. "Thank you Arya. For saving me." He kissed the top of her head.

"Thank you Gendry. And I love you too." He felt her drift off to sleep. Her breathing relaxed and after he got used to the sound of her breath he too fell to sleep.

A:N What is this! Three posts in a few hours time! Lol. Like I said we are almost to the point of BRAND NEW CHAPTERS! So here is this one. Hope you like it.