Authors note: This story features a 18 year old arya and a early fifties Tywin, the relationship between Tywin and Arya was inspired by the television shows betrayal of it and not so much of the book, later in the story i do plan to feature a lot of very technical aspects and deal heavily with Tywin's business. Reviews would be awesome and if anyone would like to become my editor please pm me.

July 26th, 2014

Arya found her way to her seat, 2a, in the front of first class. She had always despised flying and now it seemed even less appealing, with the throwing up and all. But that didn't matter she would have to deal with the twelve hour flight from Titan International, to Casterly Rock International.

After taking her seat she watched as Tywin Lannister stored his carry on in the compartment and took his seat by the window. He immediately took upon the impassive face that he had been wearing ever since she had told him the news.

Settling down she began to think upon how this had all happened, it hadn't been the missed period, since those had usually come on their own time with no real regularity, but the nausea and finally throwing up that had sent her to the doctor. Expecting to hear that she had contracted the flu or something similar, shocked wasn't an appropriately extreme word to describe her feelings when she had been told that she was pregnant. She, Arya, the wild one , horse face arya, pregnant, how could this be she wondered.

"This is your captain speaking." Blaired over the loudspeakers taking her out of her spiraling train of thought. "Today we're going to be cruising at thirty thousand feet." It was the same nonsense as always and Arya drowned it out almost as soon as the captain began to talk, wanting nothing more to be left to her whirling sea of emotions.

It wasn't till about half way through the take off that she noticed the agitated look upon Tywin's face. He must have noticed her gazed because he looked at her and said, "never enjoyed flying, feel like a canned sardine in here."

They stared at each other in silently for a long moment before Tywin again spoke, "I'm sorry that this has happened, it was never my."

"Just shut up about it", Arya said cutting him off. She wanted silence not his pity. Closing her eyes she thought back to how this whole thing had began.

Wanting to join the army had really been her dream but her father, Ned Stark, had convinced her to least spend her summer in an internship, with none other than her fathers biggest business rival, Tywin. Upon arrival at Braavos to Tywin's offices, she found herself quickly taking a liking to her work, for the first time she felt challenged intellectually, being the secretary to one of the best CEO's in business was no easy task. Yet through that challenge she had succeeded, quickly becoming not only a needed part in office life but an advisor to Tywin, someone he would often talk to while dealing with negotiations with the Braavos Telecom Company. It was in this time that it happened, one night Tywin asked to dinner, mostly as a friendly thing, and they had talked. Arya spoke of her childhood and what she wanted, while Tywin drank and spoke his lost wife and his children and while Tywin became drunker during his tale, Arya had become drunk upon his charisma. The deed happened at his apartment, both assuming safety in the other, Arya sure of his infertility and he sure of her taking contraceptives. So in that night of lust and pleasure something more had happened, Arya had become pregnant.

After discovering this Tywin had immediately said that they should fly back to Lannisport. Why he had not said but his intention had been clear, he wanted to deal with this, and probably quietly if possible. So Arya set here next to the father of the thing within her belly and wished she was dead.

Tywin felt the sting of her words, and watched as she immediately closed herself to him, he longed to reach out and comfort the girl, but knowing that it would probably infuriate her more he drew back. This girl, the one he had been so drawn to because of her intelligence, that now carried his child. This girl, who could be his own child and was younger than all of his, was with his child.

Arya when she first came to his office three months before had struck him as particularly sharp, and proven him right about that time and time again. Within almost a week of being at the offices he had learned he could trust her to complete almost any task he gave her, no matter what it was, she would complete them with exceptional quality. He had been planning to offer her a full time job. But her pregnancy would change that, really Tywin thought to himself, it would change everything. It had been so long since he had had a women, his late wife being his last, that he had forgotten himself with her, and so he would pay the consequences for his actions.

Now what would those consequences be, Tywin felt himself shift into his pragmatic thought zone, his place where he had always found solace and reason. Ned would be furious, but that could be dealt with, Catelyn would be delighted while probably a little bit creeped out, he .didn't blame her. The Stark children though where an unknown for him, as he did not know them well, but Tywin knew if he subdued the anger of Ned and Catelyn, the children would follow. The Starks could be reasoned with, Tywin mused, so they were not a threat, at least for the time being, an issue, not a threat.

Yet the Starks would not be his biggest headache, for his own family would present its own unique challenge's. Cersei would be angry and livid, but she was easy to manipulate when she got like that so she would not be a challenge, the same went for Jaime. Who he was truly worried about what Tyrion, the little shit had been wriggling his way up the power structure of the LMG (Lannister Mobile Group) for a long time and with a propensity to being too crafty, Tywin knew that Tyrion would be his true detractor in this case, the only one capable and willing to use Tywin's thoughtless actions against him. Another question arose within Tywin head, what would the board think of it, but that question he decided was for another time and anyway he had weathered all before, how would this be any different? So when it came down to it Tyrion was his only fear in this whole mess.

So how does one defend himself against the inevitable onslaught of Tyrion Lannister, Tywin mused over this for most of the flight, making plans and scheming, but never feeling like any of his idea's was really going to deal with Tyrion. Until it hit him, when you are going to be attacked, you simply strengthen your position. But how? Could he possibly some how use Arya pregnancy to his advantage, possibly try to make a merger with the Stark Mobile Industries Group, they had been losing market share and capital for a long time. Yet Tywin knew using Ned own daughter to give up a long cherished business was nigh on impossible, so how could he use this, another problem for him to mull over.

"You know, usually when people find out someone is pregnant they whoo and coo till their voices go out." Arya stated flatly, snapping Tywin back into reality. He must have been very deep in thought for her words to surprise him so.

"You as well as anyone should be able to recognise the seriousness of this situation", he replied.

"Don't patronise me, I know exactly what this situation is, a only grew tired of that dumb thinking face of yours", she said with a cruel japing face, Tywin thought though that he saw momentarily a face of utter terror.

"It usually doesn't help you to make fun of people". He said in his best fatherly tone.

"What are we going to do", she asked.

"What do you mean", it was with his words that he saw the face again, she was scarred. Realising this Tywin immediately saw a way to at least control the coming few days, which over all would give him a chance at better controlling the situation.

"You know what I mean", she retorted condescendingly.

"Well first I thought we should probably go to my house and get some sleep, and after that, well tell your family". He saw Arya visibly shudder.

"Do we have to tell them so soon"? She asked in the most timid voice he had ever heard her use.

"We'll have to someday, better now than later". Truth be told Tywin would have rather done it later too.

Tywin watched as Arya looked away, putting a hand on her stomach, and giving a face of indifference again.

He again reflected on the fact that he was old enough to be this girl's father, and quite possibly that in the coming months and years he would have to act like hers too.

Arya could feel his eyes burrowing into her back. She was scared, more scared than she probably had ever been before, scared of the unknown, scared of what was to come. How would her father react, how would her mother react. She didn't know, but she did know she would find out soon.