Hello Everyone! This is my very first Fic. I've been a reader for a very long time, but never really thought about writing my own story. I noticed that there wasn't a lot of Arya/Jaqen pairings in the fanfiction world and I thought that there should be more of them in the world. This is an Alternate Universe/Modern Universe story. This will be a story with violence, so if that's not for you, I won't be offended if you bypass this fic. There will be other pairings in this story but it is mainly focused on Arya/Jaqen and Sansa/Sandor. I am looking for a beta reader, so if you read this first chapter and think this is something for you, please feel free to message me.

I won't be profiting from this story and the only thing I own about it is the plot. George R. R. Martin is the mastermind for the Game of Thrones universe and I just wanted to have some fun with these characters.

So without further ado,I present my story.

NOTE: HEAVY VIOLENCE IN THIS CHAPTER. MAY TRIGGER SOME READERS

Chapter One:

"Hey, girl! Can I get two more ales down here?" It had been a long and rough night at work for Arya Stark, and apparently, it wasn't ending any time soon. "Yea, give me a minute!" she hollered back to the portly, bearded man at the end of the bar. She just needed to finish mixing drinks for the two, young girls in front of her.

She had been working at The Harren Hall for just over a year now, starting just after her 18th nameday. She enjoyed the job well enough. Her coworkers, Gendry and Hot Pie, were what really made the job alright. They were two of the best friends she could have asked for. Her employer, Petyr Baelish on the other hand, was a creepy older gentleman who she could barely stand to be around. After the car accident two years before, that claimed the lives of her parents and her two younger brothers, Arya knew that she would need to find a job to help the rest of her siblings keep the house. Her twin older brothers, Robb and Jon, and her older sister Sansa, were all she had left. They knew that they needed to stick together, no matter what.

Running back to the store room to grab another two bottles of whiskey, she ran into Gendry. "Glad we're only here for another half hour?" he asked, with a smirk on his face. "More than glad. Joyous even!" she replied. "Now get out of the way!" "Of course, Milady!" was his response. He had loved to tease her with that nickname. He gave it to her barely two weeks after she started. When he had nearly run right into her as she was trying to get behind the bar, she told him to watch where he was going. She had called him a "stubborn bull" since he seemed to be charging into the store room with a purpose. He bowed low after passing her, saying "So sorry, Milady! Wouldn't want to harm a delicate thing like yourself." Oh that pissed her off to no end. Arya Stark was not delicate. She spent the next month trying to prove him otherwise.

Finally closing time had come. It had been an unusually busy Sunday night and she was very glad to see the end of her shift. "How much did you make tonight Arya?" Hot Pie had asked her. He wasn't usually tipped very well. He was a larger, young man and wasn't as pleasing to the eye as Gendry was. She loved him all the same though. Due to his preference for the same sex, he obviously never made a move on Arya, thus avoiding any awkward encounters like those she had had with Gendry after a few drunken nights and hung-over mornings spent together. He was one of the people she was closest to in Westeros, next to her siblings. "About 22 dollars" she informed him. "Not my best, but definitely not my worst either." she added. "Jon picking you up tonight?" Gendry had followed with. She hadn't rode her bike to work today, due to the rain, so her brother had dropped her off earlier, telling her to just call him as soon as she needed to be picked up. "Yep. I'm gonna call him as soon as I'm done taking out the trash." "So we'll see you on Thursday?" Hot Pie questioned. "If not before that." she answered, using her backside to open the door, since she was carrying a bag of waste in each hand. "Have a good night boys." she said before the door closed.

The alley beside the bar was empty, save for a couple of stragglers leaving the bar. She promptly tossed the bags in the large green bin next to the door and closed the lid. After wiping her hands on her ripped, black jeans, she pulled her phone out of her back pocket to call her brother.

"Hullo?" muttered a husky voice on the other end of the call. "Did I wake you sleeping beauty?" she teased. "Yea, as a matter of fact you did" he barked back. She responded with a hearty laugh. "Sorry big brother, but you did agree to come and pick me up when I was done work. And I'm calling to let you know that I am done." "Alright, I gotta get dressed and grab the keys from Robb and I'll be on my way. Give me 20 minutes." he told her. "See you when you get here." she replied.

After she hung up the phone she placed it in her front pocket. She hated sitting on it, so she thought it was a better idea to just put it here now, instead of moving it when she climbed into the passenger seat of Jon and Robb's truck.

She heard footsteps behind her in the alley, but didn't think anything of it. It was most likely just some vagrant looking through the bins for something to eat. She heard the steps getting closer and before she could turn around to see who it was, she was grabbed from behind.

"What do you think you're do-" was all she managed to get out before a large, wet hand was over her mouth.

"Now, what's a pretty thing like you doing in a dark alley all alone at this time of night?" came a deep voice in her ear. "Waiting on a boyfriend maybe? Well don't worry. I'm sure we'll be finished before he gets here." He turned her around then and pushed her back against the hard brick wall. It was too dark to get a clear view of his face but she could see the thick, dark beard that he had. "I bet your cunt is nice and tight. I can't wait to make you bleed bitch." he spat in her face. She could smell his foul breath through his fingers and she almost lost the contents of her stomach against his hand. She could feel that he was already hard as he pressed up against her. She then started to struggle against him.

She wasn't making much progress so she did the first thing that she could think of to get him away from her and she bit down on his hand as hard as she could. "You stupid fucking bitch!" he yelled at her as he pulled his hand away. But before she could get away, he punched her on the left side of her face, hitting her in the mouth. She tasted blood. She wasn't sure if it was his from her bite or her own from the punch. But that didn't matter. What mattered was her surviving this in any way possible.

He hit her again, causing her to hit her head hard against the brick wall this time. A blinding pain went through her head after it hit the bricks and it made her see white spots in her eyes. During her moment of blindness and confusion he threw her violently to the ground and gave her a hard kick to the stomach before he climbed on top of her. Hitting her in the face twice more, once in the eye and the other in the mouth again, she whimpered out. After his last hit, she knew she wouldn't be able to scream for help.

He produced a knife from somewhere she couldn't see and cut right down the middle of her shirt, until her breasts and the rest of her torso were bare. "I'm going to enjoy making this hurt you dumb bitch. It's gonna be that much better for me." he whispered in her ear. He forced his mouth on to hers then, forcing his tongue as far in as it could go. She held back her vomit for a second time. His hand roaming all over her chest, grabbing at her breasts forcefully, she tried to think of anything to distract her from what was happening. He forced his hand under her bra and found a nipple. She cried out as he pinched, tears forming in her eyes from the pain and violation. After hearing this, he laughed and proceeded to shift his position over top her.

He moved into a position so that all his weight was holding her down, he restrained her two small wrists with his one large hand and undid her jeans with his other. He moved his hand over her panties and ripped as hard as he could. The sound of the tearing fabric felt deafening. She could feel his disgusting hand on her folds, scratching and prodding for entrance. She cried out again, closing her eyes, praying to the gods that this would all be over quickly.

He removed his hand and she knew that this was it. He was going to force himself inside her then. With the way she was restrained and the amount of pain she was in, she knew there was no use in trying to fight back anymore. She shut down.

Suddenly, his weight was gone. 'What, did he get up to remove his pants or something?' she thought to herself. She opened her eyes, to see that her attacker was now on the ground, about five feet from her with another figure over top him.

"A girl is too pure for a monster like you." Arya heard the stranger say to her attacker, before quickly hitting him in the face. She gasped. The stranger turned to look at her then, and smiled. As he turned back to her attacker he said, "A monster is lucky a girl lives, for he would not if otherwise." He then climbed off and proceeded to walk over to her.

She attempted to scurry back in fear, not managing to make it more than a foot before he knelt down to look her in the eyes. Her attacker took this moment to run away as fast as his large body could take him. She watched as he ran to the end of the alley then turned left and out of sight. She looked back at her rescuer then. She noticed his deep blue eyes scanning her face. She could only imagine how horrible she looked in that moment.

She then remembered her cut shirt and attempted to cover her breasts, as she felt a blush come over her cheeks.

"A girl needn't be embarrassed. She has suffered a horrible attack. Here" He wrapped his leather jacket around her to try and ease whatever pain he could.

"Th-thank you." She managed to get out.

"Is a girl alright?" her savior asked.

She asked herself that question. Was she alright? No. Absolutely not. Some disgusting thing, she couldn't even call him a man, put his hands all over her and violated her in ways she didn't even want to continue to recall.

"I will be." She answered back. And it was true. She would be alright, no matter how long it took for it to happen. She would overcome this and come out stronger. She was never going to let something like this happen to her again.

He moved the blue streak of hair that was in front of her eyes behind her ear and said "I'm sure a girl will be."

He started to walk her towards the end of the alley, and it was in this moment, with the growing light, that she took in his appearance.

He was older than her. Possibly older than her brothers, but not by much. He had a handsome face and kind blue eyes. His shoulder length hair, she noticed, was red. It was red except for the one white streak he had in front of his left ear. 'An interesting look' she thought to herself. 'An interesting look for sure, but not a bad one'

"Does a girl have a name?" he asked, bringing her out of her thoughts.

"Arya" she replied. "Arya Stark. And you?"

"A man is Jaqen H'ghar. It is nice to meet you Arya Stark." he told her as he bowed his head.

It was then that the large, black 1987 Chevrolet pickup pulled up to the curb.

Jon, taking in her beaten appearance, immediately jumped out of the truck to see what had happened.

"Arya, oh Gods! Arya are you alright?" he yelled, grabbing her and pulling her to his chest. "Arya what happened?" he asked. It was then, in the warmth and safety of her brothers arms that she broke down. Sobbing hard, she couldn't manage to get a word out. It was as if everything that had just happened all hit her all at once. Breaking dam that she didn't know was there, the tears fell freely.

Jaqen spoke up in this moment. "A man was walking by the end of the alley when he heard a girl's cry. He went to seek out the source of the noise and found a girl was being attacked. As soon as a man realized what was happening, he pulled the monster off of a girl and made sure he would also be leaving in pain this night."

"Gods, someone attacked you Arya? Do you know who it was? Did you get a look at his face? Do you need the hospital? Should we go to the City Watch?" Jon said quickly. He said it all so fast she barely had time to understand all of it. He made it all sound as if it was one sentence. She tried to calm herself down and after a few moments she told him, "No, Jon. I don't know who it was and I didn't get a good look at his face either. All I could see was that he had a beard. And no, I don't want to go to the hospital or the City's Watch. I just want to go home and wash him off of me." She shuttered, thinking about all of the private places his hands had been. "Then we'll go home." Jon told her.

He took Jaqen's leather jacket off of her and handed it back to the man, quickly replacing it with his sweater. "Thank you for what you did for my sister. Another man may have just left her there." Jon said as he handed back the jacket.

"A man did what was right." was all that he said in response.

With that, Jon nodded his head and watched as the red haired stranger turned and walked down the street. He turned back to Arya and held on to her as he opened his truck door with his hand. He lifted her into the cab, placing her gently on the passenger seat knowing full well that she had trouble on a good day trying to climb into his lifted truck, let alone after something like this. Once he knew she was in, he closed the door, making sure not to hit her while doing so, walked around the front of the truck, opened his door and jumped inside. He quickly moved to fasten her seatbelt for her, and then fastened his own. Once they were both in and safe, he did a U-turn and drove in the direction of home, praying to the Gods that his sweet sister was going to be alright.