Disclaimer: GRRM owns the characters. I make no profit except amusement from playing around his masterpiece. :)

Author's Notes: I am so sorry for the late update! This feels like a filler chapter but I hope you like it. My work's really piled up but I think I owe this to you. So, here it is! I hope you have fun reading. :)

Beautiful, isn't it?

"Get used to what?" Arya asked, snapping out of the spell.

"What you said." Gendry supplied to her fake innocence.

"What did I say?" Arya persists.

"You saying you like me." The idea brought a smile out of his face. He did not will it to cross over the bed and walk towards her but his body did it anyway.

"I said nothing." She keeps shrugging making her words a little less convincing.

"Yes, you did." He knows the statement is meant for teasing her but somewhere inside Gendry feels a bit disappointed that she kept denying what she said. A feeling he quickly tossed aside.

"No. I did not." She is now glaring at him signaling she is angry but her flushed cheeks says otherwise. "I hardly know you! I have only met you this morrow. Do not get cocky."

"Okay! Jeez! It is not a big deal." The disappointment in his voice tastes sour in his mouth.

"You are disappointed." She did not direct it to him; did not ask him. It was purely a statement.

"Wha—No!" Now it is his turn to get flushed.

"Is that so?"

"Yes, it is so." It is not.

"Uh-hmmm." She hummed in pretend agreement. The eerie silence that followed and the fading light of day streaming in the window's making him uncomfortable although her scent is very homely. She smells so nice, far different to every girl he has met. Instead of artificially scented perfumes, she smelled of grass, trees, the forest itself with a little touch of roses.

"Did you just sniff me?"

"Hell, no." He had to brush his head with his hand and unnecessarily shook his head wildly. She then raised her tunic to her nose and sniffed. Smelled her arms, shoulders...

"I did NOT sniff you." He sounded too defensive. He was expecting a comeback but Arya just glanced at the now faded light in the window and made a turn for the door.

"I need to go." She said.

"Okay. See you tomorrow?" He asked and meant what he said. He wants to see his new friend again tomorrow. He wasn't sure if he could survive in a fucking Medieval age without some help. Before he knows it he could get beheaded anytime.

"You won't get rid of me that easy, stupid." She gave him a tiny grin and the next thing he saw was the door being shut behind her.

Deciding it has been a long day and he most definitely needs a rest, he now gave himself up to the bed and rethink some thoughts. Gendry does not have or own anyone or anything important to him in New York. He knows that much. His everyday life is pretty much composed of the same things over and over again: working as a freelanced mechanic and watching anything on the television just to kill time. Back then, he used to think that he can handle a little adventure than the same old, same old. But what he did not expect was that adventure to be traveling back in time and being stuck somewhere in the timeline with a poor excuse of a girl as a companion. He can't remember anything prior to him waking in the forest floor. The last thing he remembers was him walking home from his work in the Time Square... and... and.. nothing. He let out a cry of frustration and buried his head in the bed.

"Damned." Is the only thing he is.

"Gendry! Gendry!"

He was woken up by the loud banging on the door. Arya. Of course, he did not get up and stayed where he is: laying stiff as a log.

"Gendry! If you don't open this door right now, I will go and kick it down for you!" Way to say good morning.

"Go ahead then!" Gods, she is annoying.

Silence...

BAM! The door broke open.

"Wake up, stupid! I need to show you something!" She burst through the door all smiles and silks.

"Shit. Are you sure you are a girl?!" He can't believe she just kicked open a door. And in a dress, too!

"Get up."

"Arya! Can a man get some rest?! It is like what; six o'clock in the morning?!" He pulled the covers over his head. He is really not a morning person. The last thing he wants is a girl barging in his room and dragging him out. A weight settled on his stomach and next are his covers being pried off him. Naturally, he fought for it.

"GENDRY!" She is trying so hard to pry the covers. She is strong, he'll give her that.

"ARYAAAA!" But he is stronger. The game become a shouting match until he felt her still and stopped pulling. And so, he peeked from under the covers. She is red. From neck to ears. Her eyebrows meeting in the middle and it is like the air was sucked out of her.

"What?" He asked. "Already accepting defeat?"

"You are disgusting." was her comeback. She leapt of the bed faster than she came and bolted for the door. Gendry's confused expression was on until the puzzle pieces clicked together. He gave out a small "Oh." Then he reasoned.

"IT IS MORNING, ARYA!" He doesn't even realize he's been sitting now.

"YOU. ARE. DISGUSTING!" She left him alone in his bed totally not sure if he should be amused or embarrassed.

After fixing his clothes and taking a leak, he came downstairs and saw a brimming Arya standing in front of the counter and staring out the front porch.

"Hey."

Arya, turned her head to look at him and returned his greeting. She was still pink probably because of earlier but at least she looks like she's in a good mood. Gendry got a good view of her. She is wearing a plain blue dress hugging her body just right with her hair loosely braided and left hanging on her right shoulder. He had to admit. The view's beautiful.

"Wow. Are you sure you are Arya, the girl I met yesterday?" Can you compliment a girl while teasing her? Well, Gendry can. He is badass that way.

"Shut up. I need to wear this for my mother to allow me outside." She crossed her arms in front of her. He gets the idea. She hates the dress more than it shows.

"It is not so bad. You look like a nice lady."

"I am not a lady!" She is throwing him daggers through her eyes.

"Last time I checked, you are a lady. And aren't ladies not allowed to go without bodyguards?"

"Only the weak ones." Her eyes twinkled as she smiled ear to ear. "Come." She lead him off the front door and waited. She stopped on the front porch and said: "Look." She said too enthusiastically.

"Snow." Gendry said. It is snowing. He did not even noticed the cold until a cool breeze brought it to him.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Gendry looked at Arya and saw plain amazement on her face taking in everything. Everything's covered in white snow, the ground, the houses, the castle, and the air is cold. The place looks so pure and serene. It can't be anything but beautiful. In that same moment, with THE smile on her face and the stars on her eyes, he is sure this is the same girl he had met yesterday. And without looking away, he agreed to her because she'd never been more right.

"Yes, it is."

Just when her smile could not get an wider, she let out a laugh and run off the porch.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"Where are WE going. You are coming with me."

"To where?"

"To the godswood. I need to show you something!"

And like he did yesterday, he followed her willingly.