I'm so sorry for the delay, but I haven't been home for the last few weeks. But as a reward for waiting so long, this chapter has three POVs (all ladies) and the next one will (probably) have three POVs (all boys) too – and I've already started the first POV.

I wrote some of your ideas into this one, the more general (mostly asking for more interaction between characters).

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Ashara Dayne

Ashara woke up with someone banging on the door.

"WAKE UP! Or we're gonna be late." She heard Elia's voice through the door and groaned. After a few minutes and another knock, she got out of the bed, picked up her clothes and went to the bathroom.

After a quick shower, she got dressed and walked into the kitchen – Elia had left a yogurt and a few pieces of toast on the counter.

"Elia, where are you?"

"In your room, making your bed."

"Thanks, you're an angel." Elia came out of her roommate's room, holding Ashara's bag.

"Here's your bag, now let's go." Elia said, pushing Ashara out of the house.

"I don't even get a 'Good morning' from you."

"Good morning, Ash. Now, tell me where did you go last night?" Elia asked, and Ashara knew her best friend was disappointed with her. Sometimes she wanted to scream you're not my mother, but she didn't – she never did…

"I got a text."

"Who from? I got worried."

"It was just a boy." Boy – that's what she called him. How could I tell her that I don't even remember his name because of the shit load of pills I took yesterday?

"Where were you?"

"Elia…" They finally arrived at the bus stop; she took Elia's hands in hers and looked her in the eye. "You don't need to worry about me… I promise…"

"But I still do…" Elia said. I know she does. They boarded the bus, sitting next to each other, when Elia said. "Try to sleep. We'll get you a cup of coffee when we get to school."

She woke up with Elia, shaking her awake. "Ash, we are here. Wake up."

Ashara couldn't help but stretch; they stood up, left the bus and started walking to school. They stopped at a small coffee house so Ashara could ask for a coffee; she took it with two aspirins (ignoring the looks Elia was giving her).

When she walked into school, she could feel Brandon watching her. She had been ignoring him since he broke up with Catelyn – she was not going to be with him while he was still mourning loosing his girlfriend (that first pity fuck after the break up didn't count…)

"So you're still not talking to him?"

"No. I've told you I'm not rebound material." They walked to their lockers and she asked. "Is he still looking?"

"Yeah."

So Ashara turned and flipped him the middle finger.

"Ash, don't do that. Someone could have seen it."

"That's the point, Els, so people know not to mess with me."

Elia shook her head, but she had to smile at Ashara. "Let's go on to the classroom."

They walked into the Biology class; the teacher, Qyburn, was already inside talking to the other students. Elia wanted to sit up front but Ashara convinced her to sit in the back.

The class was pretty boring, but the teacher was pretty cool. He had a habit of having a lot of practical classes, where people were really able to dissected animals. Elia hated it, she had ended up throwing up that time they saw a cow's heart.

While the teacher told them to work from their textbooks, Ashara took the chance to talk with Elia, but her friend wanted to finish her work first, so while Ashara talked, Elia kept working. When she finished, she asked.

"So do you wanna do something this afternoon?"

"Mr. Barristan is helping me with Portuguese."

"You're taking an extra-class?"

"Yes. I'm very clever." Ashara said, with a cheeky smile.

"Miss Martell, Miss Dayne, pay attention. I'm sure you haven't finished your work."

"Sorry, teacher. But I've already finished my work." Elia always did that, and Ashara couldn't believe the teachers hadn't learned yet.

"Very well, Miss Martell." He said while he walked to their table, so he could see what Elia had done, but before he picked up Elia's notebook, he turned to Ashara and said. "Miss Dayne, I'm sure you haven't finished your work." This always happens too…

It turned out that Elia hadn't missed a question, and then the teacher had the marvellous idea to take Elia's notebook, so Ashara wouldn't think about copying. And she ended up having to go to the board and do two of the exercises, up there, in front of everybody (and she couldn't get even one right).

After that, she tried to behave for the rest of the class and the ones that followed (it didn't turn out like she hoped… she always did something wrong…)

At lunch, Elia tried to convince her to go eat somewhere else, as they had done earlier in the week, but Cersei had insisted they eat with her and her minions today. Cersei was a bitch, but she always tried to be nice toAshara as they were both considered to be the most popular girls in school. Cersei thrived on it and was waiting to be number one, whileAshara didn't give a shit about it. She was so popular because she was beautiful and the sister of Arthur Dayne – Arthur had been the golden boy of the school and everybody still remembered him; his medals were still on display in the hall, teachers asked how he was doing and expected her to have the same straight A's he had… she could never do it…

After lunch, she left Elia at the bus stop and started walking back to the school to meet professor Barristan when her second favourite Stark sibling stopped her – he was a sweet boy, a better guy than Brandon – honest, intelligent and caring. Sometimes she regretted choosing the wrong one…

"Ashara!" He called out to her.

"Hi, Ned!"

"Sorry to bother you. But…" She interrupted him and said.

"Did Brandon put you up to this?"

"Ashara…"

"No. I've nothing against you. But tell your fucking brother to fuck off!"

"He just wants to speak with you." I think speaking has little to do with it.

"Tell him to fuck off and that I'll talk to him when I want." She said before leaving. She couldn't believe Brandon had asked his younger brother to do his dirty work. He remembered when Brandon came to talk to her in his brother's name – but she knew Ned hadn't asked his brother to do it.

She walked to the classroom where they had agreed to meet. He was resting against the doorframe. He was young, still in his twenties – he had told her that this was his first job teaching. If she was honest, he looked sexy in his shirt and vest, with his short hair and blue eyes; she couldn't help herself fixing her hair, putting it behind her ears and also adjusting her blouse – but he still didn't look at her cleavage, he never did…

"Sorry for the delay, Mr. Barristan."

"Good afternoon, Miss Dayne. No problem, I haven't been waiting for long."

"Hi, I'm glad. And call me Ashara – I'm sure I've told you before, at least in here." He smiled at her and while he let her pass, he said.

"Miss Dayne…" She ignored the name he used and entered the room; she pushed up a chair so she could sit by the teacher's table.

He pulled out his books and asked her what she had the most difficulty with in Portuguese, she answered "the verb tenses" – that language had so many and there were almost no rules to follow like in English.

He tried to explain to her but it wasn't working. He went through the present tense, but she was distracted because every time their hands touched, he blushed and pulled away immediately.

A little over an hour later, Ashara exclaimed.

"I can't do it anymore. I give up." He laughed and said.

"Maybe this is enough for today."

"Yes! No more verbs!"

"Okay." He smiled and asked. "Porquê que está a fazer esta disciplina?"

She couldn't understand, so she pouted at him until he would translate.

"I asked why you decided to take this class?"

"I want to go to Brazil… someday. Besides that, it looks good on an application. And usually I'm good with languages." She said with a smile.

"Where do you want to go for college?"

"I don't know, yet. Maybe I'll just follow Elia – but she's smart and she could get anywhere she wants… I can't…"

"You should go where you want."

"I don't know what I want. Did you?" She asked, while she was getting comfortable – she took off her shoes and put her feet under her butt.

"Yes."

"Did you always want to be a teacher?"

"Pretty much since I was 9. Before I wanted to be a knight, until someone told me they didn't exist anymore."

She couldn't help but laugh as she tried to picture her English and Portuguese teacher as a kid running around with a wooden sword.

"I think you would be a great knight." He smiled, but he quickly changed the subject back to Portuguese.

"What phrases do you want to learn for your trip to Brazil?" The only thing one her head was Do you have a condom? but she knew she could hardly ask him that. So she went with.

"How much does that cost?"

"Quanto é que custa?" He translated and by the sixth time she said it right – and made sure she wouldn't forget how to say it.

"Thank you. I'm sorry."

"Obrigada – because you're a girl – obrigado – if you were a guy. And desculpa." She repeated it and these ones were easier.

He kept teaching her new words and phrases – things that he didn't teach in his classes. In another hour and an half, he taught her a lot more. He shared a chocolate bar with her and by the end of it she knew how to properly thank him in Portuguese.

She walked him to his car, but when she was ready to leave him, he offered her a ride – so there she was sharing a ride with her young, hot and interesting teacher.

Ashara was lying down on the couch, only in a shirt and underwear, when the phone rang, she picked it up, recognizing the number as Arthur's.

"Hello, it's Arthur."

"Hi. How are you doing?"

"Well, really well. How is it going with you?"

"Not bad." She wasn't really happy, right now, but she wasn't sad either.

"Are you sure? You know you can tell me anything." She wished she could, like she used to do, but now… How could she tell her perfect brother about her failing grades, about the guys she couldn't remember and the two lines of coke she just did from a guy's abs… she just couldn't… he wouldn't understand.

"I'm sure. So what are you doing?"

"Getting ready to go out. You?"

"Relaxing on the couch." She said, feeling a couple fingers massaging her scalp.

"Alone?" He asked with his knowing voice.

"It's just Elia and me."

"Okay… I have to go, the guys just arrived. I'll call you soon."

"Goodbye." As he hung up, she couldn't help but miss the sound of his voice and feel bad for lying.

"Hey! So now I'm Elia?" The man lying beside her said with a smirk on his face and a cigarette in his hand. She took it from his hand, climbing on him, taking a puff.

"Nah… She way cooler and beautiful."

"But I bet she doesn't know how to use her tongue the way I do."

"How would you know?!" She said with a smirk that matched his, pulling him closer – she could feel his desire for her pulse through the thin fabric of his boxers.

He whispered in her ear. "I missed you."

I missed you too, she wanted to say but she only kissed her wild wolf.

Brienne of Tarth

It had been a little bit over a week since the sleepover at Catelyn's house, and the girl had come to spend more time with them as the days went by. Brienne liked her, while their likes and dislikes weren't alike, their personalities weren't that different. She was shy like Brienne, very smart and even if she usually wore dresses and acted more like a girl than Lyanna and Brienne did, Catelyn didn't like to have those long talks about make-up, hair and skirts – and Brienne was grateful for it.

Brienne, Lyanna and Catelyn were lunching in one of the tables, and today it was just the three of them. Rhaegar had to go home earlier because he needed to baby-sit his younger siblings, Jaime was eating with his sister, Brandon had stopped lunching with them since Cat joined in and if their male friends were missing the other boys didn't join either.

She was brought back to the conversation when Lyanna threw a French fry at her face, making Brienne exclaim.

"Hey! Lya! What's your problem?"

"I've been asking you the same thing for five minutes!" Brienne threw Lyanna a look and then looked at Catelyn, who whispered.

"More like fifty seconds, but you know how Lyanna gets when people are not listening to her."

"Hey, Cat! You know I'm right here?!"

"Sure." She said, sticking her tongue out at Lya.

"I hate how you two gang up on me. This is so unfair." Lyanna said pouting, and Brienne was sure that her favourite thing about having Catelyn in the group was that they get to mock Lyanna. But she still decided to change the subject.

"So what were you asking?"

"Do you wanna do something later? We can go down to the Blackwater Bay or something. Cat can't she has to baby-sit too."

"I'm sorry, I can't."

"Sorry, but you don't have any brothers or sisters." I do, they just died unlike yours. And just a few seconds after, Lyanna said. "I'm sorry… I shouldn't have…" No , you shouldn't… "You know… I sometimes just say what comes out of my mouth… I'm sorry…" Catelyn looked confused by their conversation and she remembered Cat may know about her mother's death, but she didn't know about her brother and sisters.

"It's okay, I know you didn't meant it. But I have plans with Jaime, but you can join if you want, I'm sure he's okay with it."

"No, thanks. I'm just gonna go and bother my brothers, but thanks for the offer."

"No problem."

"So what are you two doing?" Cat asked while she took another one of her fries. She always did that; it started two days after she joined their table, and they had asked her why she kept ordering salad if she wanted fries, but she only shrugged her shoulders and said I have yours.

"He wants to teach me how to play baseball, properly. So he's taking me to the baseball cages in Riverrun." Brienne had been really surprised when she found out how much she liked hanging out with the Lannister boy – after you got over his jackass attitude, he could be quite fun.

"That seems cool." Catelyn said, and both Lyanna and Brienne laughed since they both knew that would probably be the most boring hang out plan for her. "Why are you two laughing?"

"Really – it seems cool?!" Lyanna said still laughing.

"I didn't mean for me. But Brienne, and even you, like it, I was just trying to be nice." Brienne was pretty sure that Lyanna was still laughing as payback for earlier. When Catelyn got that Lya was messing with her, she joined in with their laughter; Brienne stopped when she felt someone dropping his arm over her shoulder.

"It's just me, Brienne. Are you ready? I've got the keys." Jaime said dropping them on the table, she didn't like when he acted like this in front of everyone, she couldn't help thinking that he was mocking her and she was just some kind of bet – he wouldn't be the first one to try it. He promised he didn't… And I really hope so…

"Yeah." She stood, put her bag over her shoulder, took three more fries and said. "The rest it's yours, Cat. Bye, girls."

She followed Jaime to his car. She still couldn't believe his father let him drive a Porsche at sixteen – and not only that, there were another two cars he shared with his sister. If Brienne ever dared to ask her father for one of those cars, he would laugh in her face and think she was joking and Brienne was a year older than Jaime. She still shared a car with her father – but he promised her that she would get his old car when she went away for college.

She sat in the passenger seat of his car, throwing her bag in the back, Jaime started driving.

"Are we still on for the baseball cages?"

"Of course. I'm going to teach you how to play correctly."

"I know how to play, Jaime."

"Of course you do. But I'm talking about playing well." Brienne snorted and just ignored Jaime, until they got off the Kingsroad highway and she felt Jaime start to speed up. Brienne started yelling for him to slow down, but that only made him go even faster, over the speed limit.

"Brienne, hold on!"

"Jaime, stop! What are you doing?! Are you crazy?!"

"Nah. This is gonna be fun."

"No, it won't. We could get caught! We could die!"

"Live a little!" And he kept racing down the road, ignoring Brienne's pleas to stop.

He eventually brought the Porsche to a screaming, gravel spraying stop at Brotherhood's baseball cages. Brienne couldn't get out of the car fast enough, running away from him.

"Hey! Hold on! Don't be mad." But she kept going, ignoring Jaime's yells.

The cages were owned by the Brotherhood, they owned all sort of things around Riverrun, the most lucrative was a small Irish Pub where the band Brotherhood Without Banners played. This band had been going for years, but the singers and musicians changed constantly – now the main singer was a kid still in middle school called Beric, and a guy from their school, Thoros, also played in the band. The band was always made up ofchildren, teenagers and young adults. Some of the members of this band had even gone on to make it big in the music world.

When Jaime caught up with Brienne, he apologized and promised he would never do it again.

"Promise?"

"I promise. I will only do it when I'm alone in the car."

"Jaime!" He just keeps acting like a kid, Brienne felt like she was babysitting him.

"You can't boss me around. I have Cersei for that." He said, dropping money on the table – enough to pay for both of them – and when she was about to protest he just threw her the bat and helmet.

Each one of them walked into their own cage. They started batting but after two rounds, Jaime walked into Brienne's.

"What are you doing?" Brienne asked.

"I was watching what you were doing and like I said, you can't hit properly. I think even Cersei does it better than you and she's afraid to break a nail!" Brienne just snorted again. "Don't! Now bend your knees, and hit higher." She tried, but Jaime was still not happy. "Okay, I know you're strong, but you're not trying to kill people, you're trying to hit a home run." She kept trying, and after a while they were screaming at each other in sheer frustration. "You're just so… Ahhh!" Brienne grumbled.

"You're not easy either." He shut her up by coming closer, fitting behind her, holding her arm, so they could throw together. She could feel his hot breath on her neck and although she couldn't help but be distracted when the ball came, this time with his help, she was able to hit what he called good, but not at my level, of course.

That was the last one, but before going back to the car, Brienne bought them a hot dog each, and Brienne couldn't help but make a huge stain on her t-shirt – ketchup and mustard.

"That's what happens when you eat like a pig." She blushed at his comment and answered back.

"Just shut up, Jaime."

While still eating their hot dogs, they walk back to the car.

"Don't get anything on my car. Do you hear me?"

"Yes." She answered, while he took the road to Evenfall. "You could just drop me at the bus stop. It's out of the way to your house."

"It's not a problem; you know I like driving. Besides, I need to ask you something."

"Okay."

"So, I have a play on the week before Christmas. It's nothing big, we are doing Sweeney Todd. Normally only Cersei comes; if I can convince her she may bring Tyrion, but I wanted to know if you want to come?"

"Sure. What's your part?"

"Not the lead. Judge Turpin. Do you know the story?"

"No."

"So, you'll definitely have fun." Seeing the look on his face, Brienne was scared. "And don't look it up or ask people about it."

"I promise I won't."

"Thank you." They kept talking, mainly about school and it didn't take long for them to reach her house. She took her bag from the back, said goodbye to Jaime and walked up to her house – it was small compared to the houses that belonged to other people from school, but of course she wasn't as rich as them.

She said hello to her dad and walked up the stairs to take a quick shower and change her clothes. When she walked back down her father was in the kitchen, making dinner. She set the table and then helped him prepare the salad.

They both sat at the table and told each other about their days – they did that every night at dinner. They had always been close, even before her siblings and mother's deaths, and she knew she could trust her father, she never had to hide anything from him; he just understood her…

Catelyn Tully

It was just another Wednesday and the sun was high in the sky. Brienne, Cat and Lyanna had decided to have lunch outside; Bree was resting against a tree, Lya against her, while Cat sat in front of them. Both Catelyn and Brienne had brought lunch from home (leftovers from yesterday's dinner) while Lya had bought an hot dog from the cafeteria, so Cat took advantage of it and ate some of Lyanna's fries - after a few days lunching and being with them at breaks, she had found that she could trust them, and besides that they were quite fun…

"Rhaegar is taking me to Dragonstone this afternoon. Just us in that giant house." Wasn't she mad at him?

"Weren't you mad at him?" Brienne asked what she had been thinking.

"Oh… Yes… I was mad because he won't tell me something, but now he'll have to."

"Can you really make him tell the truth?"

"Yes." Lyanna answered, and Catelyn wondered how she could be so sure, she had been sure about Brandon, but it turned out he was a lying asshole.

"So what you, girls, doing this afternoon? Please tell me it's not babysitting again, Cat. You need to have fun." Lyanna asked.

"Brienne has American Football's practice." Catelyn answered for Brienne.

"And you, Catelyn Tully?" And Lyanna kept pressuring Cat for answers.

"I'm not babysitting. I'm hanging out with your brother."

"You're back with Brandon?!" Brienne exclaimed.

"No way. I'm never going back to that pig. Sorry, Lya."

"Ned?!" Lyanna asked surprised.

"Yeah. We have a paper to do together."

"So you're working?!"

"Yes, but Ned and I have fun. I like working with him." Lyanna seemed to laugh at the notion of funny Ned – she knew he wasn't funny ha ha like Brandon, but he could be clever funny when he wanted to.

"What's the deadline for the paper?" Why is she asking that? That doesn't make sense.

"End of November." Lyanna laughed while Cat made a face that said why are you laughing?

"You and Ned must be perfect for each other. What kind of people start a paper more than a month early?" She had a point, probably no one in the class had started it, but Catelyn liked to start things early so she could spend plenty of time on it and Ned agreed with her – she really liked working with him. When Lyanna was about to say something else, Brienne elbowed Lya's ribs.

"Thank you, Bree. We just like starting it earlier. So just shut up, Lya."

"Okay, Catty." Lyanna said smiling. "I need to ask you something."

"Maybe you shouldn't have mocked me." Catelyn answered.

"It can go for either of you. I need one of you to cover for me; I may want to spend the night with Rhaegar. Just need to tell my dad I will sleep in one of yours, probably he won't call to check in but just to be sure." Both Catelyn and Brienne shared a look and neither of them said anything. "I would do the same for you." You're saying that, because we're both single and you don't need to. Cat looked at Brienne again and said.

"I can do it. My father is always late so he won't find out."

"Thank you. You're the best." Lyanna said throwing herself on Cat's arms and kissing her cheek. "Now, I've got to run." She stood up, said goodbye and ran to climb in Rhaegar's jeep.

After that both Brienne and Catelyn finished their lunch and followed their own path; Catelyn made her way back to the school to go look for Ned, but Varys caught her before entering the school.

"Catelyn, I need to talk with you."

"Hi, Varys." Varys was the student in charge of the school paper, which Cat was part of…

"How have you been?" ….he was also the biggest gossip in school. He used information as leverage to climb on the social ladder and manipulate other people to do what he wanted them to. So everyone knew they needed to be careful around him, but thanks to his nice personality people tended to forget.

"Good. You?"

"At my best, sweetie." He flashed her his best smile and continued. "I've been looking for you." She nodded, so he could ask what he needed. "I need you to cover the basketball game this weekend."

"Varys, I don't really know much about basket."

"I know, but I don't have anyone else. I usually have two students to cover sports, but one of them is sick and I need the other for football and baseball. Really you don't need to do much, just the scores and anything that you find important." What if I can't distinguish the important from the not important?

"Okay, I'll try my best."

"I promise next week you can choose whatever you want to work."

"Sure."

"Thank you so much, sweetheart." He kissed her cheek and left.

When Catelyn turned around, she saw Ned leaning against the school gates and made her way over to him,

"Hi! Sorry, Varys needed something…"

"Hey! No problem. But it seemed that you're not very happy with what he asked."

She couldn't believe he could read her this easily – she liked that… But she knew that reading Ned was much harder…"Varys wants me to cover the basketball game, which I know nothing about."

"Oh… If you want I can help you."

"Really?! Are you going to be at the game?"

"I'm on the team."

"Oh… I'm sorry." She looked to the ground, embarrassed. "I didn't know…"

"You don't need to apologize, I'm pretty sure, most people don't know. My brother is the star of the game." He's just a boy living in his brother's shadow… and his best friend's… But he didn't seem to mind. "So I can help you; what do you need to do?"

"The scores – I can do that. And he wants me to point out if anything out of the ordinary happens – that I'm not so sure I can do."

"Okay. I'll tell you if anything happens that I think you should write about."

"Thank you." She smiled and said, turning back towards the school. "Maybe we should get going."

"I asked Brandon for the car, I know you prefer the Citadel."

"Really?!" The Citadel was the best library in the state; it was a little over one hour drive from King's Landing (in the complete opposite direction to both of their houses). Most students wouldn't take the trouble – the school library had more than enough resource for the paper. But Catelyn loved the smell of old books, to see people walking around – professors and students from the next door college. Catelyn couldn't believe Ned remembered

"Don't you want to?"

"Yes, of course. Thank you so much, Ned." Cat followed him to his car, and sat in the passenger seat. She remembered how any times she sat in this same place with Brandon driving, but she felt safer now. Ned never drove too fast; he followed the speed limit relentless – unlike his brother. He kept the radio low so they could still talk over it – and on a news channel, not some pop/rock channel – Cat couldn't choose which channel she liked more…

Even with Ned taking the highway, Catelyn kept pointing out the places they passed, sharing the history of the place – if she knew it, which most times she did – and stories of her own. Ned would sometimes chime in with some of his own.

"Did you really go hunting? Did you catch anything?" She thought the act itself a barbaric thing; she understood sometimes it had to be done for food, but for sport she thought was an awful thing. But she still wanted to hear Ned's story. His face lit up when he talked about his family and best friend.

"Yes. We were spending the weekend at Storm's End in Robert's house, and his father invited Brandon, father and me to go hunting with them. Both Benjen and Lyanna insisted they wanted to go too; father gave up on Lya but not on Benjen, so dad stayed back with him, Robert's mother and his younger siblings." He stopped by the gas station and while Catelyn waited for him to fill the car and pay for gas, she imagined them in the middle of the forest; and right after he started driving, he returned to the story, but before he asked. "Did Brandon never tell you this story?" She liked that Ned didn't shy away from using her ex-boyfriend's name like most people did; but he shook his head, and wondered how many things did Brandon never bother to tell her?

"I wouldn't think so; it's not really a flattering story for him."

"Those are my favourites."

"So, on with the story… The first few hours were okay, Robert's father was able to catch two small ducks and Robert caught a rabbit. But Brandon, who also brought a gun hadn't been able to catch anything – you know, how impatient he gets."

"And you? Didn't you have a gun?"

"No. I didn't really want to shoot an animal, which made Brandon mock me. But Lyanna, being Lya, demanded a gun. Robert not being able to resist her charms gave her the shotgun. Robert's dad was already a few feet away from us, when both Lya and Brandon saw a stag, they reached for the shotguns and Lyanna shot first. She didn't get the stag, but the gun kicked back, and the stag ran away. Brandon, in the middle of everything gave the mostgirlish scream ever and ran all the way to the house – Robert wouldn't stop taking the piss out of him for the rest of the month, and sometimes he still mentions it."

Catelyn was laughing so hard now, she was pretty sure if it was her she would have screamed too and if it wasn't Brandon, she wouldn't be laughing this hard, but this was cocky, sure of himself Brandon.

"Thank you for telling me that story."

"No problem." Ned said and Cat couldn't help but ask for more stories.

And without noticing the time (and the traffic), they arrived at their destination. Ned got out of the car and opened the door for Catelyn. They entered the library and quickly found a table in the chemistry section. The library was pretty empty which, considering it was Wednesday and still early in the afternoon, was normal.

Quickly they both got to work, while Ned collected and started studying the books, Cat worked on the introduction to the theme. This was why she liked working with him, he actually worked, she never felt she was doing all the work like most people expected her to do – she suspected Ned liked that too, being partner with Robert, she was pretty sure Ned did most of the work most times. Secondly, they clicked, they knew how to work around each other, they didn't need words… looks and touches were enough for them to tell what would or not work. So since they had been randomly put together in health class, they had decided to work together in all the classes they could (which meant the classes Robert wasn't in) and it had paid off; all of their joint papers had got an A or A+.

For the next three hours they kept working; each of them taking notes and writing a text on one of the five issues they had to talk about, only pausing to go to the bathroom, then trading what they had so the other could read and make the little changes he or she thought it was necessary. By the end, they had an introduction and two of the points done; only taking home the work of writing it on the computer and the promise to meet another day.

Ned offered to pay for a coffee, but after they made their way to the Starbucks and ordered their drinks, Cat insisted on paying her half. While they sat, sipping their drinks, they kept talking and Cat noticed how his feet kept touching hers under their small table, making him blush (at least as much as Ned could blush). She couldn't help but really see him – even he wasn't as handsome as his older brother, with his plainer face, she had never thought him ugly but now she saw something else; his grey eyes lit upwhen he talked of things he cared about (she felt butterflies in her stomach knowing that sometimes his eyes lit up when he talked about her) and his smiles – fewer and smaller than his brother's – were only shown when he really meant it.

Ned led her back to his car, and started the drive back North, promising to take her home. Catelyn fell asleep against his window, only waking up when they were reaching her street. Ned stopped at the door, and when Cat was ready to get out, Ned reached for her hand – she could feel a spark between them before he quickly let go of her hand and said.

"I know it was a school paper and everything, but I really had fun this afternoon." She smiled at what he said and how his voice croaked when he said it.

"Me too, Ned. And remember we still have three issues and the conclusion to write." She said before walking to the door of her house, knowing that Ned was still making sure she got in safely (Brandon always sped away the moment she left the car).

That night she dreamed of the calm wolf who filled her stomach with butterflies the way the wild wolf never could…

I hope you liked it

And while I was away from this story, I wrote two one-shots. One called "MIA" – about Arya and Gendry (filling the prompt Abandon from AryaxGendry week on Tumblr). And another called "A Nightmare" – about the Stark family before AGOT, and especially the relationship between Ned and Jon.

See you soon!