Hey guys, so this is my 2nd story! It's set a day after Arya meets Jaqen for the first time. There will be spoilers. None of these characters are mine they all belong to George and HBO. Are you all exited for series 5?! I'm counting down the days! And Jaqen is returning! Please if you have any suggestions I'd love to hear them, Enjoy :-)

Arya knelt next to the trickling creek. She filled a cup with fresh water and took a large, grateful sip. They had been riding all day, Yoren had not even allowed them to stop for lunch. After their account with the king's guard they had all been on edge, Yoren the most and now it was more important than ever to reach the wall. And reach Winterfell Arya thought to herself. Part of her wished she could go all the way to the wall just so she could see Jon. He would muss her hair like he always used to. But it was Winterfell she needed to be most. It was home, it was were her family was. Arya saw a shadow kneel beside her and turned her head to observe Gendry's black hair and jawline.

"What did the gold cloaks want with you?" she asked him curiously, narrowing her eyes. He turned his brown eyes to her. He shrugged.

"If I knew I would tell you… why did you think they were after you?" He asked. She scowled taking another sip of her water.

"I'm not sharing my secrets if you won't share yours" Arya stood up squinting slightly at the receding sunrays. It would be dark soon.

"I'm not lying, I have no idea why they wanted me, ok" Gendry retorted also standing to face her. She looked up at his stubborn face. She couldn't detect a lie in his eyes although she found it oddly suspicious that the gold cloaks would be searching for him.

"Come on lets search for that firewood before Yoren has our backsides" Gendry said dismissing the conversation. Arya followed his lead and started picking up stray, scattered sticks.

They made their way back to the small clearing were they were camped. Their arms were piled with kindling and logs.

"About bloody time" Yoren snapped pushing them to a circle of rocks were they were to start a fire. Arya stretched and left Gendry and another boy Joe to take over. She walked over to a log and sat observing the boys walking around her, the donkeys huddling together for warmth, Yoren pacing back and forth ordering people about, the cage filled with Roge, Biter and the mysterious man Jaqen H'ghar. She had only met them briefly when Jaqen had asked her for water. He was strangely very courteous compared to his two companions. She watched him now leaning against the steel bars. His red hair hung loosely to his shoulders, the white streak gleaming in the darkening sky. His light blue eyes were closed, his jaw defined and stubble clung to his chin and upper lip. He was strangely pretty despite the dirt and grime that clung to his skin and tattered clothes. Arya gave a sad, ironic smile to herself. Here sat a man that was pretty while her the only actual girl in their camp had a horse face. Jaqen's astonishingly blue eyes suddenly snapped open to rest upon her. Her dark eyes widened in shock. It was as if he had known she had been looking at him all along. He smirked at her knowingly before turning his head slightly to the left to look at Roge who was arguing with Biter. She shook her head he couldn't have known, his eyes were shut. Yoren's sharp voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

"Having a nice sit down are we?" he said sarcastically. Arya taking the hint grumbled while standing up and followed him to help hand out the food portions. Her stomach ached in agony as she cut the rabbit up. They each only got the smallest taste, merely a mouthful but the smell was delicious. She added beans and fruit mixed in together on each boys plate and handed them out, careful she never gave a boy a second plate.

"Oh Arry is this it?" Hot pie asked glancing sadly down at his half-filled plate.

"Yes" Arya said in an exasperated voice. "Take it or leave it"

Hot Pie quickly snatched the plate from her. "I'll take it!"

Arya placed herself beside Gendry and forgetting all manners, used her fingers like the other boys to shovel the food into her eager mouth. All too soon it was gone and she looked around desperate for more.

"Arry you got any left overs?" Hot Pie called out to her staring greedily at her plate.

"No" she said tipping her empty plate upside down to prove it. His shoulders slumped and he glanced down at his clean plate sighing in defeat. The fire crackled with warmth and she found her eyes drooping sleepily as she stared into the flickering orange flames.

"Gendry, Joe" you take first watch. Yoren stated rising. Gendry rose next to her and followed Joe to their lookout spot. Soon after Arya all too willingly stood with the other boys and dragged herself to her saddle bag were her thin blanket lay. Her eyes caught the cage of the three prisoners as she passed. They had been fed but she saw their water jugs were cast aside empty. She glanced at her saddle bag and then back at them. She sighed making up her mind and changed direction and walked towards their cage. The other boys took no notice of her they were all already half asleep. Their bums and hands sore from riding all day and their stomachs still growling for food. As she drew nearer Jaqen turned his head watching her curiously. She stopped just before the cage standing on the balls of her feet ready to jump back if one of them lashed out at her. To her relief she saw Roge and Biter had already fallen into a tangled heap on the floor of the cage. Their grunting snores only just reached her ears.

"A lovely boy is not tired?" Jaqen asked his blue eyes glinting in the moonlight. Arya stifled a yawn.

"I'm very tired"

"Why does a boy not sleep instead of conversing with a dangerous man then?" he asked smirking. She narrowed her eyes at him. Was he dangerous? Well he must be, why else was he locked up? She wondered what he had done. She knew they took rapists, thieves and traitors into the nights watch. He must have done something really bad to deserve to be in this cage. Suddenly she was not so sure if it was such a good idea to come over here.

"What did you do to get in here?" she asked suspiciously. He smiled mischievously and pulled his head off the bars he was leaning on to lean in closer to her.

"A man was hired to murder another" he whispered looking at her for her reaction. Arya took a small step back.

"Who did you kill?" she asked, dark eyes wide. He leant back observing her.

"A man cannot say"

"Why not?" She snapped.

"A man has secrets he would rather keep to himself as does a boy" he whispered, his breath sending small puffs of icy air into the sky. Arya inhaled sharply. He couldn't know, he couldn't know she was a girl, she had been so careful, only Yoren knew and he would never tell Jaqen.

"I don't have secrets" she hissed taking another step away from him. He only smirked. Arya quickly cast around for a topic to change the subject.

"You said you were from Lorath?" she finally asked. He tilted his head back a little and nodded.

"Yes"

"If I fill your cup with water will you tell me about Lorath?" she asked, Arya couldn't help but remember that Syrio was from a free city as well.

"If you fill a man's cup tonight, a man will tell you everything tomorrow"

"How can I trust you?"

"A man swears it, by the old gods and new and the red god too" he said sincerely holding out his cup. She considered and bit her lip before finally making a decision. She took the cup from him and turned to walk to her own water skin. She poured half its contents into his cup and then quietly snuck back over sleeping bodies. She was relieved to see Yoren was snoring softly. Her eyes met with Jaqens as she handed the cup to him. He took a large swig and sighed.

"Ahhh… a man thanks a boy" he said taking another sip. Arya nodded and turned to go find her own place on the ground with the other boys.

"Sleep well lovely boy" his voice was low and smooth like silk. His Accent only slightly pronounced. She paused and turned to look at him.

"Night Jaqen" and with that she finally dragged her sleepy feet over to her bag. Unlatched the saddle bag, pulled out an old moth eaten woollen blanket and found a clear space in between two boys. A tree root lay underneath her but she hardly noticed. Just before her eyes flickered shut she whispered her names. Dunsen, Polliver, Raff the sweetling, The hound, Ser Meryn, Joffrey, Cersie.