A/N I am going to edit this one now too. I think you all will like what I did in this one. I am going to add some more meat to this chapter. I am going back and it is shocking I had some chapters under 2000 words at the start! That is amazing to me that they started out so small and then grew huge. Hope you all like what I have done and fixed to this one.
Bran
There was quite a hullabaloo when the Starks left for the airport the next day. Bran stood next to his father and watched as his little brother and oldest sister cried and had tantrums. Sansa had refused to leave her room and had not come down until their father had picked her up and carried her down stairs. She called him every bad word she knew, the worst ones aimed at him as Ned Stark walked with his eldest daughter in his arms. Bran knew that Sansa didn't want to leave home, but this was to much even for Sansa. Rickons and his behavior was more acceptable. He was the baby after all. They all let Rickon act a little wild, being the baby of the family.
Arya stood next to them leaning against the car with rather large sun glasses on. Bran knew that she was crying too, but he was smart enough not to tease her about it. She threw a mean punch when she was pissed. His mother tried to console her two wailing children and usher them into the car. Catelyn got Sansa into the car fifteen minutes later but Rickon was clinging onto the legs of one of the stone wolves beside the front door.
"I don't want to leave. I won't go, you can't make me!" Rickon screamed for what felt to Bran as the hundredth time in the last few minutes.
"Father he isn't going to budge. You will have to get him." Bran said looking over to his father.
"I know. I was just hoping he would get it out of his system here, and not on the plane." Ned sighed and pushed off the car that he had been leaning against.
Bran watched as his father detangled the hysterical Rickon from the statue and carried him to the car.
"It's lucky we are taking two town cars for a change. This way father can hold Rickon on the drive to the airport." Jon said before he ducked into the car that did not have the crying Stark children in them.
"It is a good thing father decided to use a privet plane and not a commercial one. We would have missed it if we had." Bran said slipping in next to Jon.
Arya slid in next to him and the driver came around and shut the door. Then the car with their parents and Rickon, Sansa and the manager of the estate Rodrik Cassel pulled away from the house. Bran could only imagine the hysteria that was going on in the car in front of theirs.
"I do not envy mother and father for being stuck with those two. I just hope that Rickon passes out soon and Sansa would stop her dramatic." Robb said. They all knew that Robb and Sansa were close, so hearing Robb say those things about Sansa took Bran aback.
"To bad no one thought to slip something into their food to make them sleep the whole way." Theon said. He always had crazy ideas about how things should be done.
Bran shot him a look that was annoyed and not amused.
"What. I was only joking." Theon said. He was always joking, Bran would not miss this about his older brother. He would miss him, but not his wit.
"I almost did. But they weren't eating anything at breakfast." Arya said from the corner of the car. Her four brothers looked at her. She shrugged and settled into the corner of the car, trying to get into a more comfortable position. "We could have left sooner. There wouldn't have been drama and I wouldn't have a headache."
"Arya you can't be serious?" Jon asked. Bran thought she was serious, but the others had to ask to make sure.
"Yeah I was, and why not? They do it to dogs before they fly. It is only a little sleeping pill. But like I said I didn't do it. They didn't eat a bite. I even had Mrs. Clark in on the idea." She huffed and hunkered down further into her seat.
The four brothers widened their eyes. Their cook/house keeper and Arya plotting together was something new. Mrs. Clark had always had a soft spot for Sansa for her kind nature and Rickon for being the baby. Bran could not believe that she had agreed to drug her two favorite children. Bran knew, but the rest of the Stark kids didn't, was that their cook/house keeper couldn't have children. So he knew that she loved them more then anything and would do nothing to hurt them.
Bran rolled his eyes and took out his Kindle to read on the way to the airport. They were there by the time Bran had finished the book he was reading about the reign of the Roman emperor Caligula. He had put the history of the Julio-Claudian dynasty onto his Kindle last night. True to his word he would read up on all the Roman Emperors to help his brothers. His mother's words for her house were Family, Duty, Honor, and Bran liked the Family part the best. He had read about Augustus and Tiberius that morning during breakfast and before they were ready to leave the house. He had two emperors to go and he hoped that they would keep him occupied for the flight but he doubted it. He wanted to read about all the Emperors of Ancient Rome for them by the end of next week. There were a lot to cover. He also had a book on the Year of the Four Emperors and the Flavian dynasty as a backup for the flight. He thought that he would reach them and that he would know enough to translate it into something that would help his brothers out.
God they were going to miss him when he was no longer there to help them with their homework. He knew that he could graduate in the next year, he was smart enough he could be in collage next year. But that was all by Winterfell High standards. Bran was eager to go get to Kings Landing to see what they could throw at him.
Sansa
Saying good bye to her home had been more traumatic then she had expected. She had cried and felt self-pity as they prepared to leave. She felt humiliated that her father had to carry her out of the house while she cried and pleaded not to be forced to leave. She had been all ready to put up a fight with Ned once he took her out of the front door. Then she saw Rickons reaction. And that really broke her heart and tore her up when she saw her brother's complete breakdown. She had tried to comfort him, be the big strong sister that he needed but was unable to help him. She was so wrapped up in herself pity and sadness that she knew that she couldn't help her baby brother. They both crumpled onto the drive and cried together until their mother collected her and put her in the car. Ned came and gathered Rickon in his arms and brought them to the car. She wondered why it took them so long to do something for them, to collect their children, but that was a thought for another time.
She sat in the town car weeping on her mother's shoulder. Her father finally entered the car with her youngest sibling. The other Starks entered the second car. They drove off to the airport. Rickon finally fell asleep from crying. Her parents talked to Rodrik about how to manage the house and the people that lived on the land. Sansa didn't want to hear it so she put her iPod on and tried to block them out. She played Sia's song Breath Me over and over again on repeat. She just wanted to do the teenage girl thing and sulk in her miser, this song fit her mood perfectly, it all said everything she was feeing and wanted to say, but she couldn't. So she put on the most depressing song that she had and let the silent tears fall as she looked out the window and said her good byes to the land that she loved. The home she knew.
She would never tell her family, but she would truly miss the lush green valleys. She would miss the free flowing rivers and the old majestic trees. She would miss the mountains with their snow covered peaks and weather of rolling clouds that never seemed to dissipate And. the ever damp feeling that never completely went away. She loved the land of her family, but never told the others of her love. She was the clean girl that her mother wanted. But she loved the land and she would miss it more then she knew as she drove thorough it. But she would never tell her family that. It was her secret, the one she would always hide in her heart. Her love of her ancestral land. She knew that the others showed their love for Winterfell on their sleeves, but she was a lady and they did not do that. They kept their love a secret.
They arrived at the airport and got out of the cars. Her father carried the still sleeping Rickon onto the plane and then reappeared to say his good byes to his oldest children. Sansa got out and went to her oldest brother and hugged him tightly. He was the sibling that she was closest to. It was probably because they were of the same temperament.
"This is good bye little sister" He held her close to him. Sansa didn't know when they would see each other again, but she hoped it was soon. "You are the oldest now. Watch out for the others. Watch out for yourself." Robb kissed the top of her head and then was moving on to say farewell to their mother.
Theon was next. Even though he had been in the family as an official member of the family since she was five, she still felt awkward around him. They said a very formal goodbye with a fast hug and a hand shake.
Last was her brother Jon. They had a fast but tender parting.
"Watch out there in the big city sis. I hear that it is hell out there." Jon held her to him.
"I will Jon. And I know that if there is ever a problem to call you older brothers. You have always taken care of me." She gave him a tear filled smile. He whipped one of her fallen tears away.
"Yeah we are always here for you sis. But you have to watch out for the others. I know, Robb already told you this, but you are the oldest now. Take care of the younger ones." They hugged again. This was the most loving they had ever been. She wanted to make her escape now, before she broke down completely again and lost her will to leave her land.
So she left her brother and was on the plane waiting for it to take off. She put her iPod back on and closed her eyes and tried to sleep. She played the music from the ballet of Swan Lake. She didn't think that music with words would get her up in the air. So it was classical music all the way. The flight shouldn't be to long three hours at most. She could survive that.
Arya
The ride to the airport was short and slightly damp. It was typical to Northern whether so she was used to it. But once she got out of the car she wished that it was sunny, not raining. They stood outside of the plane and said goodbye to the older boys. She said bye to Theon first. He mussed her hair and told she should try something different with her it, it could help her get a guy. She loved him but he could still be an ass. Robb told her to stay out of trouble and to not go looking for it.
"I don't go looking for it, it finds me." She retorted.
"Well don't give it an excuse." He advised. She felt like he knew something she didn't and it made her stomach twist.
Jon was next. They were the most alike. The closest. He was her best friend, the one who knew her wishes, fears and helped her with it all. She had kept her over large sunglasses on despite the fact that it was over cast and that they were not needed. She knew that she would start to cry and didn't want anyone to see her tears.
"Good bye Little Wolf. I will miss you." He was the only one who she allowed to call her that beside her father. He enfolded her into his iron strong arms and held her tight.
"Jon you are crushing me. I can't breathe." She hissed.
"Well take care. Robb already told you a thing or two. Now I have some advice and want you to follow it. If anyone gives you a hard time use that left hook of yours. And be yourself. You will need to let people see the real you. Don't hide in the shadows anymore." He hugged her to him. She held on tight and breathed in his wild sent of the true North. She would miss that smell the most.
"I will try to. Really I will." She let out a small sob and buried her face in his shirt.
"I have to go say bye to father now. Be a good Little Wolf and get on the plane." He gave her a little shove to enter the plane. She stumbles and went to the seat at the very back of the plane. She didn't want to see anyone; she just wanted to be alone in the shadows for one last time before she came out of hiding.
Bran
He had a very guy like goodbyes with his brothers. Handshakes and pats on the back after a quick hug. There was the normal brotherly words of advice on girls, fun and what not.
Remember," Theon said, "girls don't like feeling that they are stupid, so try and hide that HUGE brain of yours, but don't hide that huge cock."
Bran pushed him away and said the only thing that would make that Statement alight.
"Fuck off Theon. Just because my junk is bigger than yours doesn't mean that you have to shout it out to the world." Bran fought not to blush as he hugged his adopted brother.
"Bigger then mine? You wish shrimp."
The goodbyes with Robb and Jon were normal enough. They both said to watch out for the others. He was the eldest man in the house and he had to take care of the girls, because father would be working so much. He told them both that he would watch out for the girls and that was it. He had said hos goodbyes to his home.
Bran walked onto the plane and saw Sansa pretending to sleep and Arya looking out the window at her waving brothers. She looked deep in thought.
His parents entered the plane and they took off. He sat there looking out the window and the landscape change from lush, sparkly populated land to densely populated areas. He never appreciated how they had their own airfield or that they were in the last bit of wild land in the country until that moment. He read his book and saw the sun poking out from behind the clouds. Soon they would touch down in the city of their new home. The new life for the Stark children was about to begin.
