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Arya walked through the gates of Castle Black in disguise, her flowing blonde hair reminded her of a certain dead Queen and his brothers, the youngest of which she found, was pretty entertaining for such a small fellow. She had come across a saying on a scroll one time while she was still in Braavos. It said that many great things come in small packages.

Arya noticed her half-brother-turned-cousin Jon Targaryen standing next to a bunch of newcomers to the Night's Watch. Since the battle of King's Landing had ended and Daenerys had become the new queen, each and every one of the Houses in Westeros have been obligated to send some of their men to fight against the White Walkers and the Wights at the wall. Castle Black and all the other Castles along the wall were now filled to the brim with men training to fight. She was here as part of the men from House Stark. And the best part is that Jon doesn't know about her even being in Winterfell, of course that was Arya's request to Sansa and Bran because she would meet him here soon enough.

"Men, you may have fought in the wars down south, or you may have been just a man working as a blacksmith, a fisherman, a huntsman or even a criminal… But it don't mean nothing to the dead. To them, you are just another slice of chicken for their never ending stomach. So I'm going to teach you how to fight against the dead." Jon walked back and forth in front of them as he explained. "You lot might think they are mindless idiots who just attack you whenever they can, and most of them are like that but some of them are not, and I'm teaching you to fight those few. And remember, if you think you are going to die, set yourself on fire. We don't want you coming back for us. Now, I'm going to demonstrate a full battle with swords, any volunteers."

Arya had walked over to the men while Jon was explaining, all along some of the men were ogling her up and down. Puberty had struck her over the past few months and that had caused her to turn more than a few heads as she was pretty like a highborn woman (which she is) and looked like a man ready to kill (woman, and again she is). And her blonde hair only turned a few more heads her way. When he asked for volunteers, her hand was the only one to soar as the few who could fight were still staring her way and the rest were cowards.

Arya picked up a training sword and stood in front of Jon, her wooden sword pointed straight at his face while she stood sideface. Her eyes trained on Jon's face for just a few seconds before she lunged at him. Jon quickly sidestepped as Arya smiled at him, but there was a seriousness in her eyes that told him she wasn't just some random girl trying out a sword, she definitely knew how to fight.

Jon swung his sword at her shoulder, which she blocked easily and then countered with a lunge to his feet. He brought his sword down to stop it and pushed her away. They paused for a second before getting right into it.

Swing, Parry, Reverse, Dodge, Block. These actions were repeated in quick succession, and the order changed every time. The two went after each other again and again, the wooden swords being the only reminder to the audience that they weren't actually trying to kill each other. Suddenly Arya hopped back and turned her back to him as she was trying to run. Jon regarded this as his chance and lunged at her with his sword, only for it to be uprooted from his hands. A large number of things happened in the next few seconds. His sword crashed onto the floor as he felt a sharp object against his abdomen, something flew into the air and the wooden sword pointed at his neck. He turned his eyes down to find a very skinny sword pointed at him, a very familiar skinny sword.

Realisation dawned in his face as he turned to the girl's face as she shouted out to the people standing around watching them.

"First Lesson – Stick 'em with the Pointy End…" Arya's smile widened to the bottom of her ears as her eyes watered up. She dropped both her swords and jumped into his surprised arms and put hers around his neck, tears freely streaming down her white cheeks.

"Arya… But… I… I was…" Arya pulled back.

"Oh, you mean this…" She picked up the mask from the floor and put it back on, adjusting her hair to look like the blonde girl who was just fighting Jon. Giving him a smile, she took it off again and put it in her bag before turning back to Jon.

"I worked at it… I worked every day since the day I left, even when I didn't have it. And now I'm better than you… So you better catch up to me." She packed her stuff before walking back to him. "Come on, I'll tell you more about it inside."


She led him back to his room where they spent the rest of the evening telling each other their story. Jon was listening more than telling her because she already heard of everything from Sansa. Arya briefly thought about the role change of Sansa in her life, from annoying elder sister to news raven and revenge partner. But she quickly set her thoughts aside as she rekindled her relationship with Jon. He was her closest sibling and after all this time he still is, nothing has changed about that, or him for that matter, except his love life and accent. Arya was pleased to hear about his experiences.

Jon on the other hand, was extremely enraged about how the world has changed her character. When he left her, she was just a little girl who wanted to learn how to sword fight and become a knight. Now she has turned into a girl who lusts after revenge, sleeps to people's deaths and prays after murder. Her descriptions of carving Walder Frey's sons, poking something Trant's eyes out, poking holes in the Mountains flesh, with a bright smile on her did nothing to soothe his anger. For turning an innocent girl into this, he would never forgive the world and he promised himself that he would bring the regular Arya back once this war is over. He would have sworn to protect her during the fight as well, but he could see that she wasn't even trying to fight during their little sparring match back there.

"Jon…"

Jon turned his face back to her. "Yeah…"

"I missed you…"

Jon smiled as he reinforced his promise once again in his mind.

"Yeah, I missed you too…"

She kissed him on the cheek once again before pulling back. "Do you know, a girl confessed to me before I left King's Landing?"

Needless to say Jon's big brother instinct kicked in once again, though not before he got over his surprise.


I know I release a lot of these compared to the amount I initially mentioned. I keep coming across new ideas for reunions. Also this was a request by 666Neme666, so you guys have him to thank for this chapter turning up today. Request any more from the list below.

Melisandre, Tyene, Tywin(AU), Jaqen H'ghar, Brienne of Tarth, Bran, Baelish.

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