Love and Duty

by Parent12D

Never in their careers would the spies have imagined having to protect members of powerful houses from the Seven Kingdoms. But with a conspiracy that seems to come from the Lannisters, even another Lannister isn't safe. And with a pretty boy and love finding their way into this, can the spies balance everything out and make their mission yet another success? A collaboration story.

11. Chapter 11

LOVE AND DUTY

Alright guys, this is chapter 11 to this crossover collaboration story being written by Boris Yeltsin, Assassin master ezio 91, Marina Ka-Fai, and me!

Now there isn't much more to this story left. This is the second to last chapter to this crossover, and we are just about close to the finale of this crossover overall. The four of us have really enjoyed creating this crossover together. If we ever do another story again, it'll be something far more simplistic and shorter than this novel-sized story. We hope that we can collaborate again on more stories even if it isn't as colossal as this one, length wise.

Aside from that, there isn't much more to add to this author's note, so we hope you guys can enjoy this chapter!

DISCLAIMER: All characters of Totally Spies belong to Marathon Media and all characters of Game of Thrones belong to George R. R. Martin. The character Andrew is owned by me, and Robert is owned by Boris Yeltsin.

And just like before, the prefaces will be displayed by the four of us at the end of this chapter. For now, enjoy the chapter readers!

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IN WINTERFELL:

It had been five days since the feast took place in Winterfell. Everyone had gone upon their businesses, including, but not limited to, getting all the preparations for the wedding underway, among other more personal things. The Starks and the Lannisters who were invited wanted to make sure this wedding was extra special, and the American spies and Gendry were hoping on attending too. The thing was, the wedding was not for another five days, so they had some time to unwind a little while everyone else got everything all set and straightened out for the wedding. Yes, with Cersei put to a stop and taken out of the picture (since she was currently in WOOHP custody), it seemed like smooth sailing from here on out.

In particular, Alex was shown walking the halls, about to head to Arya's bedroom. Yes, she wanted to ask her something that came to her mind.

Hmmm, I wonder if she would really want to hang out with me today… She thought. Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt for me to ask her…

Without wasting any time, Alex made it to her bedroom, cracked it opened and poked her head into the bedroom.

"Excuse me Arya," she asked. "Is it all right if I could ask you something?"

Arya, however, did not hear Alex, for she was currently lying in her room, flat out on the bed, staring listlessly at the ceiling. It was hard to tell, but there might have been tears in her eyes. She had her earbuds in, but was not listening to her usual punk rock music. Instead, it was a more melancholic track called Numbers by the band Daughter.

Alex garnered a rather confused look on her face as she opened the door wide as she was wondering what was going on.

"Uh, Arya…?" Alex queried as she then proceeded to enter the room.

It was at that moment Gendry appeared and gently stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he said softly. "It's not a good idea, better to let Arya be alone just now."

Alex suddenly frowned at that; she thought that this was settled and that they were best friends now. With a gulp, Alex decided to ask.

"But why," she then had a hurt look on her face. "What did I do wrong?"

He shook his head. "You've done nothing wrong, it's just...today's the anniversary of Mycah's funeral."

That ended up hitting Alex like a freight train. Suddenly gaining a look of understanding, Alex decided to respond to it.

"Oooooh, I understand now," Alex sighed. "In that case, I'm just going to head back to my room now. See ya later Gendry."

"Yeah, see you later." He replied gently with a wave.

He looked back at Arya briefly, biting his lip.

Without another word, Alex headed back into the opposite direction with Gendry waving back to her as a result…

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Several minutes later, Alex realized that she had to use the restroom, so she ended up scurrying down the hall and headed for the bathroom. As she's heading to the bathroom, she ends up passing by the room Sansa is sharing with Clover, as something in that room caught her attention. Letting her curiosity get the better of her, Alex went and took a peek at what was going on in the bedroom. She saw that the room was being occupied by Clover, and the blonde was accompanied by her boyfriend Robert, but no Sansa in sight. Alex was seemingly confused by this at first until she remembered something; Sansa had gone out with her friend Margaery to take care of some urgent and important business, which she assumed was preparations for the wedding that's going to be in a few days. Therefore, she was not able to spend time with Clover today as Clover was spending time away from her for a while.That's right! Sansa had to go on some important errands with Margaery to take care of preparations for the wedding that's going to be in a few days! Alex recalled in her mind. That's why Clover isn't seen with her! Strange that Clover isn't bothered by Sansa's absence, but then again, Robert is accompanying her here, so it's a sure fire way to keep Clover from being upset about Sansa's absence.

Alex also remembered how Robert wanted to remain in Winterfell with his 'darlin' Clover while Tywin, Myrcella, Tommen, and Jaime were out on important matters, regarding the wedding. That and the fact that Robert missed his blonde valley girlfriend very much and didn't want to be separated from her any longer, with Clover feeling the same way towards Robert.

Yeah, it would figure that Robert would choose to spend time with Clover in Winterfell while Tywin, Myrcella, Tommen and Jaime are out on important business regarding the wedding. Alex mused. It's just so adorable that Robert decided to spend some time with Clover here since he missed her very much.

With a smirk on her face, Alex continued to stare into the room with amusement for a few moments, as she got a good look at what they were doing in there.

Clover was listening to Madonna's Material Girl while bobbing her head along to the music. Robert meanwhile, was listening through headphones to Dmitri Shostakovich's Symphony No 7, and also reading John Grisham's A Time to Kill, while relaxing in an armchair.

Both songs ended at about the same time, and Robert removed the headset.

"Robby?"

He marked the place in the book before shutting it.

"Yes babe?"

"Let's not overdo it at the reception for this thing."

"No Arbor Gold wine?"

"Right, it could be something alcoholic, but not so strong."

"Think they have beers around here."

"Great, let's just not make fools of ourselves."

"I got it, honey."

She leaned in, kissing him on the mouth, which he graciously returned, as both of them were completely oblivious to Alex witnessing this from the hallway.

Shaking her head with a grin on her face, Alex then walked off and went to use the restroom for a second…

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Several minutes later, a flushing sound was heard in the bathroom, as Alex then walked out of the bathroom, having done her business already. With a sigh of relief, Alex then headed back to the room that she was sharing with Andrew; feeling like it was time to relax since hanging with Arya was out of the question at the moment. When she got back to the bedroom, she saw her boyfriend lying on the bed he slept on as he was shown listening to It's the End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine) by R.E.M on his phone device through his own earbuds. Alex just stood there and smiled away while she watched him.

After the song was finished, Andrew took out his earbuds and put his phone away. It was then he noticed his girlfriend standing out in the hall watching him.

"Oh hey Alex," he greeted warmly.

"Hey Andy," Alex greeted back as she entered the room and approached her boyfriend.

"So what made you come back so soon," Andrew questioned. "Did you try to talk to Arya about hanging out with her?"

Alex gained a rather shameful look on her face as she confessed.

"Well I tried to, but I was instructed to leave her alone."

"Really," Andrew raised an eyebrow. "Why did you have to leave her alone?"

"Well Andy, it's simply the fact that today is actually the anniversary of Mycah's funeral." She revealed to him.

"Oooh, I see," Andrew nodded in discernment. "That was probably a good idea anyway. That was a very wise choice you made there Alex."

"I agree," Alex felt herself blushing at the compliment Andrew gave to her. "Thanks for that."

"Anytime sweetheart," he said warmly. "Anyway, I'm not doing anything important as I am just chilling out right now."

"Say uh, Andy…Would you mind if we can chill out together?" Alex offered, hoping that she could chill out with her boyfriend.

While a dull gaze clouded his eyes, a stoic smirk emerged on his face as he was all for chilling with Alex.

"Sure," he simply responded in that relaxed tone of his, which got Alex hyped and excited.

"Thank you, babe," Alex beamed as she got onto the same bed Andrew was lying on.

"Your welcome honey," Andrew grinned as Alex got comfortable.

As soon as Alex was all comfortable and snuggling next to Andrew, couldn't help but admire the cuteness factor that was giving off from Alex and he blushed a light pink at the sight of it. Feeling like this could be a playful opportunity for him, Andrew felt eager to play with Alex and act like how a playful dad would have fun with his five-year-old daughter.

Yes, that would be fun for both of us. I'd be just like a playful dad playing with his little girl. A stoic grin emerged. This ought to be fun.

Having decided on that, he got his girlfriend's attention.

"Hey Alex," he whispered in her ear which tickled the Hispanic.

"Yes," she asked with such innocence in her voice.

Giving her a playful kiss on her cheek, he then whispered to her.

"I love you."

Alex felt a blush come to; normally Andrew acted like the most level-headed and mature young man who remained stoic in almost every situation, but even she knew that he wasn't above having fun with his girl and teasing her in a romantic manner. Wanting to go along with his game, Alex giggled and responded.

"Oh Andy, I love you more."

This got Andrew's attention as he got surprised, noticing that Alex was onto his little charade. Nonetheless, he decided to have fun with her while a playful smirk surface.

"But I love you more sweetheart." He teased playfully.

"No, I love you more," she giggled playfully.

"Nah, I love you more," he continued the exchange.

"No, I love you more."

"Nah, I love you more."

"No, I love you more."

"Nah, I love you more."

"No, I love you MORE."

"Nah, I love you MORE."

This went on for several minutes as they were both being playful with each other.

Afterwards, they suddenly stopped as Alex decided to break the mold properly.

"You know what Andy, we love each other equally."

"Exactly," Andrew chuckled. "You're absolutely right."

Alex nodded as she wondered what they should do now. Andrew then came up with the right idea.

"Well Alex, do you think the both of us should jump straight to the kissing?" He suggested.

"I thought you'd never ask," Alex had that playful smirk on her face.

"Well let's dig in."

"You don't have to remind me twice hon."

The both of them then dove into an awestruck French kissing fest, with their tongues getting a good taste of each other as they were enjoying every second of it. After a couple of minutes of French kissing, both of them ceased and separated as they decided to relax and stretch out together. The two of them decided to take a nap together while snuggling up to one another, enjoying each other's presence as the both of them could hardly wait for the wedding to take place…

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AT THE TORREHEN'S SQUARE PLAZA- SEVERAL DIFFERENT STORES:

It was two days later, seven days after the feast and the gang were out shopping at Torrehen's Square Plaza, they had split into different groups however and were all shopping in different stores around the place, not only that, they had been joined by Lancel and Sam who were also looking around and shopping.

In particular, Clover and Sansa were in a dress shop. Clover, who saw Sansa as a fashion expert when it came to this country, held up a few dresses for her inspection.

"Okay, let's see if any of these would fit for the wedding." Clover told her.

"Just make sure it's nothing too revealing." Sansa warned.

"What a spoiled sport."

"It's for a wedding."

"Good point."

Soon, they had bought a few ones that had looked promising enough, with Clover getting help from Sansa on what would fit her figure.

"Thanks for the help."

"No problem. When this is over and you head home, we can't call obviously, but we can text."

"True." Clover grinned.

They smiled and continued to dress shop while talking like a couple of girly girls.

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As that was going on, Robert was in a combination electronics and book store. He browsed, examining the cell phones and laptops. He didn't need any new ones, as Andrew had gotten him a cell phone; an iPhone to be exact, and Clover and Sam had helped to get him a new laptop, as his old one had been wearing out, freezing up and so on.

The books were more interesting to him; the thrillers in particular. Books by Daniel Silva, John Grisham and others caught his eye. He flipped through them, seeing what was in stock at the moment.

Hmmm. Sycamore Row, have that. The Firm, don't have that one.

Curious, he checked the price.

Looks to be in my range, I think I'll buy it before we leave for the States.

The Daniel Silva novels also interested him. He'd told Clover about them, about an Israeli intelligence officer, who was often undercover as an art restorer.

Art wasn't interesting to Clover, but art theft was, to Robert at least. He'd found out how common it was.

The Other Woman? He thought.

Having read up on that one, he considered that one as well. It was about the same in price as The Firm.

Add that one to my list. He told himself, grinning.

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Several minutes later, Jon entered the store, the bell above the door jingling as he entered.

"Hello?" He asked.

That got Robert's attention.

"Huh, Jon?" Robert wanted to make sure.

"Oh, hi there Robert," he greeted back.

"Hey there."

Jon soon came to the aisle where Robert was.

"What brings you here?" He queried.

"I'm just browsing through books and electronics while Sansa and Clover are out dress shopping."

"I see." Jon mused.

The book Robert was looking at also got Jon's attention.

"That's John Grisham, isn't it?"

"It is."

"I've read all about it, and I saw the film. I heard the film's better than the book though."

"Oh?"

"That's right,"

"I'll have to see it when I'm back in the states, see if it's on Hulu or Netflix or something."

"That's a great idea."

"I thought so too."

Jon then got a good look at one of the books he was purchasing.

"That's The Firm, isn't it?" Jon asked.

"Right, have you read it before?"

"I've seen the film version. It's supposed to be better than the book, especially the ending. The ending of the film version gives the novel version a run for its money."

"I've heard that myself through online reviews. It made Grisham a household name."

"Gods, why anyone would work for a law firm with mafia ties is beyond me." Jon explained.

"They lure him in with perks, from what I've read."

"Same here, but it's a great book though."

"I'll find out once I read it back home, plan to buy it. I've gotten enough money for that and another book; The Other Woman."

"I've heard about that one. It has something to do with Kim Philby, doesn't it?"

"Yeah…"

Robert was soon ready to buy both the books he'd been examining.

It was then another question came to his mind.

"You're a big fan of his?" Jon seemed curious.

"Yup, that I am, among other authors too, such as Robert Galbraith," Robert answered.

"You mean J.K. Rowling?"

"That's right."

"She's really branched out."

"She has indeed."

"So anyway, I think you'll want to be an attorney after this spy business of yours is over?" Jon asked.

"Either that or a diplomat. Heck, might even write novels about our time as spies, though I'll use fake names and whatnot, Clover would be bound to recognize the characters if I tried something like that."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. She's not that sharp at times, but other times, she catches on quick."

Both broke out into laughter.

"Care to go for a coffee later?" Jon asked.

"Maybe, but I've got to prep for Tommen's wedding."

"Right, oh well..."

"Yeah, it was a nice idea though."

Robert walked toward the mysteries section of the book store, with Jon following his new American friend…

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Meanwhile, in another store nearby, Arya and Alex were strolling through the store aisles, the store sold a variety of different merchandise, thus the girls decided to shop there, looking for anything that interested them.

Alex was clearly in a good mood while going through the store, and she had her optimism stay in check, judging by the cheery look on her face.

"Ah, this is such a glorious day to be shopping," Alex beamed as she then had a thought come to her head.

Especially since I'm shopping with Arya…

Arya, on the other hand, was in her typical 'I hate shopping' mood. Grumpy expression, hands in her pockets and trudging along behind Alex. She even vocalized her mood.

"I hate shopping! It's so dumb and boring."

Alex flinched and took notice of her friend's tone and when she got a good look at her, she had such a sour expression on her face. Wanting to have her lighten up, Alex tried to encourage her.

"Aw Arya, try to lighten up," she informed her. "Attempt to maintain a more positive attitude, will ya Arya?"

Sighing at the end of Alex's statement, Arya shook her head and let out a groan before following Alex as they continued to trek through the store.

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It was then some thoughts came to her mind regarding Arya's views of shopping and how they seem lame and bogus to her.

Gosh, Arya really must hate shopping. It feels like hell to her. She thought. Damn, if there was just some way to lift up her spirit and put her in a much better mood…

Alex quickly skimmed through some of the aisles from a good distance while walking, when something caught her eye. Her gaze fell upon an aisle that had a bunch of prank items and tool used to pull pranks on people. Suddenly, a devilish smirk crossed her face. Knowing that Arya was a strong tomboy like her (if not more), and how she could use a good laugh right about now, she had the perfect solution to cure her boredom remedy.

Of course, that's what I'll do! I should have thought of it sooner! She mused. It'll be so funny, and it could put Arya in a good mood.

Alex then suddenly stopped as Arya came to a halt too. Wondering why her Hispanic friend stopped, she was about to ask something, but Alex beat her to it.

"Wait here for a second Arya," Alex smiled. "I'll be back in just a minute."

Arya regarded this with a skeptical look on her face, wondering what it was all about. Nevertheless, she shrugged and obliged.

"Sure." She agreed.

"I'll be back in a flash."

With that said, Alex immediately rushed off to the direction she planned on heading in order to achieve what she had planned for Arya. Arya stared at the direction Alex had rushed off to and began to lose herself in thought.

What was that about? Just what is Alex up to...? She thought, vocalizing her pondering with an audible sound.

"Hmmm..."

She continued to ponder, crossing her arms and resting her right hand under her chin.

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Several minutes later, Alex had jumped out from behind a shelf, and she was shown wearing a pair of Groucho glasses on her faces as if she was pulling a prank on someone.

"SURPRISE!" Alex shouted in a fairly goofy tone.

"What the..." Arya gasped, clearly surprised.

It was then Alex started laughing as she proceeded to take off the glasses to reveal herself.

"It's all right Arya, it's just me," Alex revealed before giggling. "But still, it was funny how I surprised you like that. You should have seen the look on your face."

Realizing now what had happened just then, Arya smirked and shook her head.

"Where did you get those?" She queried.

"C'mon, I'll show you where I got them."

With that said, Alex went and escorted her to the aisle where she got those glasses from.

Following Alex, Arya took note of the various prank items in the aisle. In addition to the glasses Alex had on, there was also whoopee cushions, electric hand buzzers, snakes in a can, rubber chickens and so much more.

Shocked again Arya asked. "Is this...the prank aisle?"

"It sure is," Alex confirmed it to be true. "But take a look at this. They have whoopee cushions here too! Allow me to demonstrate!"

It was then Alex went to one of the shelves and grabbed a whoopee cushion. With a high anticipated grin on her face, Alex walked back to Arya and stood right beside her. She then stretched her arms out with the whoopee cushion right in front of her and Arya, with her right arm held out on Arya's right side, making it look like Alex's right arm was anchored to Arya's right side. Arya took notice of this and seemed a little flustered, but didn't say a single word about it.

A few seconds later, Alex proceeds to squish it, resulting in the cushion making a farting noise.

Alex was shown giggling after it farted.

"Ha ha, that is pretty funny," she then asked her punk bestie. "Do you think that is funny Arya?"

Smirking lightly Arya chuckled. "It was kinda funny."

Once the laughter died down, Arya started to admit to her Latina pal.

"I didn't know you were into pranks."

"Well yeah, that I do," Alex confirmed to her. "I really like pranks, but I tend not to overdo them."

"I see..." Arya commented before smirking. "Yeah, that was pretty funny, but kinda low class, you know. Wanna know a real prank I did; one that's low key but still pretty sweet?"

"Why sure, I'd love to hear it," Alex quirked.

"Well, here we go..." Arya replied. "There was this family who lived near us, the Cassels, their daughter Beth, she's kinda like Sansa. Anyway, she would tease me when we were younger, along with Sansa and Sansa's best friend, Jeyne Poole. So I came up with this idea to get revenge on Beth at least. I waited till it was late at night, gathered my supplies and sneaked over to her house...started a one-sided toilet paper war and TP'd the whole house."

Alex's eyes grew wide as a result. At the same time though, she found it to be very amusing.

"Wow wee Arya," she spoke with admiration. "That sounds like a very amusing prank."

Arya smirked wider. "I'll take that as a compliment, thanks."

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Several minutes later, there was a sudden mood change with Alex, as her smile immediately turned to a frown as she felt like sharing with her.

"But sometimes…pranks aren't always funny…" Alex sighed with great shame in her voice.

"Oh, why?" Arya asked, noting Alex's sudden change of mood.

"There was this one time where Mandy pulled a hideous prank on me," Alex admitted before elaborating on it further. "To be specific, she dumped a barrel of sticky gooey root beer on top of me, which caused me to get all sticky and uncomfortable. And if that weren't enough, Mandy then went on a tirade of calling me such racial slurs such as Tacohead and Wetback, as well as a Beaner and a Spic too. I…I really tried to tell her to stop, but she didn't comply and she continued talking to me like that… I…I felt so humiliated from withstanding that awful moment…"

By the end, Alex felt tears welling up in her eyes, feeling hurt from recalling that day.

Arya glared, a firm look in her eyes combined with suspicion. "Is this the same Mandy you told me about before?"
"Yes she is," she nodded. "And while Andrew stuck up for her and chewed Mandy out for her horrible deed, as well as help me get into fresh clothes, it doesn't make the prank or the memory of the prank any less painful or hurtful.

Alex continued to frown from recalling that moment that occurred. Arya was clearly getting angered by what she was told.

"I'm really starting to hate this girl, just hearing about her." Arya remarked with a scowl.

"Yeah, I know how you feel. In fact, if you ask me, Mandy is a really huge bitch." The way Alex said bitch sounded very venomous and bitter, that one could assume that venom was coming out of Alex's mouth just from saying that alone.

Arya bit her lip, looking towards Alex in sympathy.

Shit, that's nasty, I can't believe she's been through something like that, someone so innocent...She doesn't deserve bullshit like that.

Making up her mind on a course of action, Arya reached out, placing her arm on Alex's back and started telling her softly.

"Hey, everything will be cool. We'll get back at that Mandy."

Alex sniffed and looked at her with a confused look.

"What do you mean Arya?" She questioned.

With the smirk returning to her face, Arya replied. "We'll pull an equally if not more humiliating prank on her, that should get back at her for what she did to you, right, payback?"

"Okay, but how are we going to do that," she pointed out. "I mean you and I live in two entirely different countries in two completely different locations."

That's true, that does complicate things...But I'm not giving up. She thought before speaking.

"True, but I'm not gonna let that stop me, I'm helping you with this, somehow, we'll think of something.

Alex felt a smile come back as she started to gleam again.

"Thanks for comforting me like this Arya." Alex said with sincerity.

"Anytime Alex." Arya replied with a gentle smile.

With that said, both of them proceeded to walk again through the store. Alex took notice that Arya seemed to be in a much better mood than she was before she showed her the pranks. Heck, she could have sworn a cocky smirk emerged on her punk besties' face. She figured that Arya was a sort of a prankster, with her rebellious style in attitude and such, so she felt like she wanted to know about more pranks that Arya may have pulled on others. As her curiosity overcame her, Alex then got Arya's attention.

"So anyway Arya, would you mind telling me what another kind of pranks that you have pulled on others?" She hoped that she would share them with her.

To her relief, however, Arya smirked and clearly looked eager.

"Oh, I'd gladly share that with you."

Alex's face gleamed with joy as she said that.

"All right, let's hear it!" She cheered.

"Hmm, let's see, where do I start..." Arya trailed off, grinning.

Arya then began to tell Alex about the numerous pranks she pulled, several of them made sense given Arya's rebellious attitude, during this they continued to walk through the store and it was noted that Arya was in a better mood, despite shopping, thanks to Alex, still having a good time the duo continued to look and browse through the store…

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Meanwhile, in the video game store next door, Andrew and Gendry were browsing the aisles, poking through the store and checking all the video games on the shelf. A few recent titles stood out including Kingdom Hearts 3, Shadow of the Tomb Raider and Detroit: Become Human, all very different genres it was clear.

With a deep breath, Andrew took in his surroundings and cherished it.

"Ah, oh man I gotta hand it to you Gendry," he started. "I'm really proud that you talked me into coming to this video game store. Seriously, this place looks near."

Gendry smiled. "Thanks, man, glad you like it, this is the place I go to typically for my favorite types of video games.

"Well I can tell," Andrew chuckled through a smirk. "I had so much fun playing Time Crisis 5 with you the other day. I especially love how we shot and killed as many enemies as we did."

"That's true. It was pretty fun killing those fiends, huh," Gendry replied with a nod. "Glad we had each other's backs too."

"Oh yes Gendry pal," Andrew grinned graciously. "We definitely have each other's backs."

Gendry returned the smile as they both continued to search for a video game of Gendry's choice.

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A few minutes later, Gendry paused, eyes widening as he noticed one game in particular; Assassin's Creed Odyssey.

"Oh no way, that's the game I've been looking for." Gendry remarked, excited.

Andrew meanwhile, was looking over and examining the game with such interest on his expression.

Gendry looked over at Andrew. "Have you ever played Assassin's Creed before?"

"Uh well, I only have heard of the games before," Andrew confessed. "I never played them."

"Oh, well, I'll gladly show it to you." Gendry remarked. "It's a lot of fun, great graphics, big game-play and an amazing storyline, full of actions..."

"I can tell, from what I've researched on the series, each game features historical fiction, science fiction and characters, intertwined with real-world historical events and figures," Andrew stated his geeky side showing. "The different games take place in certain time periods in history such as during the French Revolution, the Seven Years' War, Victorian Era, Ptolemaic Egypt, the Peloponnesian War between Athens and Sparta, and so on, and so on."

This chat he was having with Gendry caused his geeky side to skyrocket to the surface and be exposed to his best bud Gendry.

"You know Gendry," Andrew then admitted. "I really must admit, I have a strong nerdy geek side to my personality."

Gendry laughed and admitted. "Me too man, me too."

"So anyway," Andrew found himself laughing before suggesting. "You think it's possible that both of us could play this game together?"

"I'd love that." Gendry admitted. "Just love the two of us geeking away to this game together."

"My sentiments exactly my man," Andrew grinned. "It'd essentially be two geeks against the world."

They then both chuckled at that for a moment or so. Afterwards, they went to purchase the game.

"Trust me, it's gonna be great." Gendry commented.

"I can feel the anticipation from it," Andrew stoically remarked. "We'll be a couple of badasses playing this game together.

Still smiling Gendry nodded. "Yeah, well, can't wait to get started."

"Me either Gendry," Andrew nodded too with a smile. "Me either."

With that, they left the store, wondering what the others were up to as they continued to hang out together…

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Sam couldn't help smiling as Lancel was walking by her side. True, his gait seemed a bit unsteady and he had to use a crutch to help him, but to have him on his feet again was a delight…Especially so soon after what he had been through. It was true, what his mother had said about him being a fighter. When Sam had expressed her desire to go downtown for a bit of shopping, she had not expected him to offer to accompany her.

"Fresh air will do me some good."

"Won't it be a bit too much for a first time without a wheelchair?"

"We'll have to drive a bit to go downtown. So many steps saved."

For people who didn't know what Lancel had suffered from, they'd just assume he was recovering from an illness or from an accident. He was still a bit pale but his good mood lightened his face. Ever since his life wasn't threatened anymore by the scheme Cersei threw on him, his guilt slowly vanishing, the shadows of the young man she had managed to see through the cracks during the investigation was taking over, much to her delight. Oh of course, Lancel was far from perfect. But he was even farther than what his peers had described him as when she had seen his picture, Jerry telling them about his character. Her guts had been right once again.

"Do you already know what you will be wearing for the wedding?" He asked her.

"I did pack an evening outfit." She smiled. "It's not brand new but it's still nice enough. I wore it for work before."

"You packed an evening outfit?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I was told I'd be assigned to the nephew of the richest man in the world. I had assumed formal events could occur, even at your young age. I just hope I won't shame you with it."

"As long as you don't outshine the bride, I don't think anyone will have anything to say about your dress not being brand new."

The duo stopped at a library. Lancel smirked as he saw Sam's eyes sparkling with excitement as she discovered new authors. She decided to buy some classics, like the Tales of Duncan and The Egg. She also bought a few history books and to his surprise, the Seven-Pointed Star.

"I had no idea you were into religion." He said.

"I'm an atheist." She replied. "But I can understand religion's appeal for some people, their need to believe in something. Besides, the marriage takes place in a sacred place; I want to know the basics at least."

"My mom would be delighted to teach you. She prays seven times a day."

"One prayer per god?"

"Who knows? But I definitely got my faith from her, though it's not as strong as hers."

"Does your dad believe in the gods?"

"Not really. He'd tend to be on your side. But like you, he believes religion has its place in society. And I pity the man who'd dare mock my mother for her beliefs. He'd rue the day he was born."

They kept walking in the shopping district for about an hour. Sam noticed Lancel was being slower but she assumed he was just adjusting. Before long, he stopped; a sheepish smile on his lips.

"You were right," he confessed. "I might have overdone it."

"There's a café nearby, we can have a drink." She offered.

"Then I pay."

"I didn't say that so you'd..." Sam added, flustered

"You saved my life, offering you a drink is the least I can do."

Shrugging her shoulders, Sam decided to go with that as they decided to have a drink together while the others were still checking out some of the other stores in the plaza, with hopes and anticipation for the wedding being within reach and to have everything go without a hitch when the day comes...

XXXXX

AT THE GREAT SEPT OF BAELOR:

A couple of days later, it was now the day of the wedding. Excitement filled the air; mainly due to the fact that weddings were considered massive events in Westeros. In addition to that, said wedding would be in the Great Sept of Baelor; often regarded as the largest known building in King's Landing, as well as the main headquarters of the Faith of the Seven.

It was an impressive sight; a marble plaza took up part of the building, dominated by a large statue of its founder, known as Baelor the Blessed. Much of the structure was made of marble, though glass and crystal were also used in several areas. A total of seven crystal bell towers were featured, as was a dome, mostly made from glass. Outdoor gardens were also in the area, where the reception would be held.

Outside the front entrance, various septons, septas and others including cooks and chefs soon began to file in, along with several wedding guests such as security officers among others. They were shown entering through various doors for certain purposes. Several alters with candles were soon prepared as well; one of the Father and Mother soon being ready with their candles lit.

---

Inside the Sept, Sam watched in amazement as Dorna was helping Margaery with her wedding dress. Once again, the young spy felt little compared to her. What was amazing about Margaery's charisma was that you felt small yes. But you didn't feel bad, or worthless. You felt you were with someone superior. And the bride to be was genuinely warm and kind to anyone who talked to her. The future Mrs Lannister looked every inch a queen, like a fantasy lady. And while her dress was elegant and elaborated, it wasn't over the top. Margaery was wearing a long white dress; going along the lines of her curves, flaring down once passed her behind. It was short-sleeved, the said sleeves stopping at the birth of her shoulders. Along with the bodice, they were decorated with embroidered branches, vines, leaves... One little detail about the dress was making it even more unique: it left the back bare right after scapulas, forming a diamond as it joined the wedding train, which was composed of several fake white roses. Margaery's hair was up, tied into a ponytail and it curled down her shoulders. Her make-up was very discreet as well. Just a touch of light peach blush, a pale rose lipstick and Sam could swear she was wearing a thin line of a brown crayon.

"You look beautiful." Sam managed to say after Margaery noticed her look.

"You look quite lovely yourself." Margaery complimented.

---

In another room, Tommen was also being prepared, being helped into his wedding outfit, a fine looking tuxedo. Myrcella, Jaime, Robert and Tywin were helping him fit into it, among other things.

Myrcella grinned at her brother.

"You're gonna knock them dead."

"Thanks."

Robert smiled at his friend.

"Well done."

"I'm glad you like it." Tommen told him.

"Margaery will be impressed. I have no doubts about that." Tywin explained.

Jaime lifted his nephew's foot to fit him into a dress shoe.

"There we are."

"We're almost finished here." Tommen told his uncle.

"Right…"

Tommen got the other dress shoe on. Tywin turned to Robert.

"I'm glad you and your colleagues could stay for a bit longer so you can see how weddings are done in this country."

"It was our pleasure, sir."

Robert sipped from a bottle of water, attempting to calm his nerves.

"You'll be fine," Tommen assured him. "I can assure you that, my friend."

"Maybe, but most of the guests won't like me. I've heard they don't take kindly to foreigners."

"That's true. There was one incident where a foreign-born man was a finance minister." Tywin explained.

"Oh?" Robert encouraged him to continue.

"Yes. At some point, a flu-like illness ravaged the country, and he was accused."

"What happened to him?"

"He was killed by rioters. He was blamed for the disease."

"Oh brother..."

"Foolish I know, but you're right. Many in this country don't approve of any foreigners. Therefore, you'll get a cold shoulder."

"Thanks for the warning."

Tywin simply nodded as they helped out Tommen for the wedding for a few more minutes.

---

In a matter of minutes, the families entered, along with their American guests. The seats were soon taken, as were shown:

Andrew was next to Gendry, Alex next to Arya, Robert on Tywin's left, Clover on Robert's left.

Sam took her place next to Lancel, along with Martyn, Willem, Janei, Dorna and Kevan, in the same row they were in, with Jerry to Kevan's left.

The Stark family had their own row, consisting of Ned, Catelyn, Rob, Sansa, Arya, Bran, Rickon and lastly Jon.

Tywin was sat in the front row with Jaime to his right, and Myrcella to the right of her uncle.

Last to sit was Harys, who took the place next to his daughter.

Tyrion was last to take his seat; to his brother's left, with Robert noting he had to sit on a bar stool.

Clover was about to take her seat when Sansa rushed to her.

"Clover c'mon, why not sit with us?" She asked.

"Oh I'd love to, but Robby and I worked this seating arrangement out with Tywin here, sorry."

Tyrion suddenly jumped in.

"No trouble. Our rows are right next to each other."

Sansa got a good look at how the chairs were spaced, mentally kicking herself for not noticing something so obvious when the dwarf economist had.

"He's right."

"It'll be totally fine. Besides, we can talk a bit at the reception outside." Clover explained.

"Good point." Sansa told her before returning to her seat.

"Well, it's her loss babe." Robert told Clover.

The blonde shrugged as both took their seats.

Robert spotted a man who looked to be in his 70s or so, making his way down the aisles, greeting guests. Robert noticed the grey beard and how he walked, looking bent as if he had back or spine problems. Jaime had explained on the drive over that said man was the High Septon; the head of the Faith of Seven in the country. The last one had been overweight, as well as a fraud, according to some, and had died in a car crash a few months ago.

The man was coming Robert's way. He greeted Tywin and the others, shaking hands. Robert stuck out his hand.

"Uh sir…?"

The High Septon, to Robert's shock, ignored both him and Clover before going on his way.

"What was that about?"

"He despises any foreign Gods; American ones, in particular," Jaime explained.

"No Southern Baptists, then?"

"Correct. The same goes with Catholics, Jews, Muslims and others. He allows you and the other Americans as guests only, nothing more."

"Rude much…?" Clover mentioned.

"Yeah, tell me about it." Robert huffed.

Feeling like it'd be a good idea to explain to his friend his religious views, and the views of his colleagues, Robert made his way to their seats.

"Did you see that old man walked right by you? That's the head of their faith. He hates any foreign God, including those from American. I haven't been asked about our religions, so we better get that out of the way before the ceremony."

Soon, the others had joined Robert and Clover next to Jaime. Robert was the first.

"I'm Southern Baptist."

"It's similar to a Christian..." Jaime stated, rather than asked.

"Exactly, there are no major differences. I don't always agree with the church's views on several topics, but overall, I'm happy with it."

Jaime turned to Clover.

"What about you Clover?"

"I'm Agnostic."

"Well, I've heard of the term. You don't believe in God."

"Close; the idea appeals to me, but daddy's the religious one in the family, Baptist."

"I see. It's just like Robert."

"Right, and he tried to get me interested in a service at his church."

"And…?"

"I fell asleep. It was 5:30 in the evening and the reverend had gone on and on for 18 minutes."

That got Robert laughing, and it resulted in Jaime to chuckle too.

Jaime then turned his attention to Andrew and Alex and wanted to know what their religions are.

"And how about you two," he queried. "What are your religions?"

"Well, I'm somewhat similar to Clover. I'm Agnostic or neutral when it comes to religions." Andrew informed him.

"I see, is there any particular reason for that?" Jaime questioned.

"Nah, I'm not too crazy about religion, but I'm not an atheist either," he elaborated. "In addition to that, I do celebrate Christian holidays in the US, so that's what I feel about my religious views."

"Cool," he then turned to the Hispanic. "And what about you miss?"

"Oh uh, I am considered a Catholic." Alex piped.

"Oh, so you are in a similar league with Robert?"

"Well, technically yes, but I'm not in line with Southern Baptist," she explained to him. "I was born to a Mexican mother and a European American dad who's Catholic. Growing up, my papá always had my mamá and I attend Catholic Church every week, and combine that with how I also celebrate Christmas and Easter, I am considered a Christian. So that's how I feel about my religious view."

"Wow, that's interesting." Jaime then turned to face the redhead.

Feeling all eyes on her, Sam merely shrugged her face neutral.

"I'm an atheist."

Their faces didn't even shock her, people usually reacted in two different ways whenever they asked her: either they found it logical due to her nature or they'd be under the shock. How dared she not believe in God as she was American?

"As Queen Elizabeth I said once, I do not want to make windows into men's souls. I do not believe but I respect those who do. I can understand it is a comfort for them. Religion is a mere detail to me." She added.

Not feeling like pressuring her further, Jaime decided to go with that.

"Well that's fine by me," he accepted as Andrew, Alex and Sam went back to their respective seats while Robert and Clover sat back down in their respective spots too.

---

After all that was discussed and settled, were seated a few minutes later, the ceremony started. Mace Tyrell escorted Margaery to Tommen's side as the High Septon held the floor. A few hymns were sung, and Jaime had told the Americans they were free not to sing if they wished to do so, despite the lyrics being displayed on a screen. Robert attempted to stay awake, but the candle smells from the alters and the heat was getting to him. Whenever he was about to nod off, Clover would have to elbow him, though not very hard. After the songs came several prayers. One caught Robert's attention, something about the Father, Mother, Maiden, Smith, Warrior and Crone. No mention seemed to be made of The Stranger. Tyrion had told him how The Stranger; the 7th God was rarely mentioned, due to being their god of death, and something of bad luck.

The vows came next.

"With this kiss, I pledge my love." Tommen said, with Margaery following with the same words.

Both kissed simultaneously. The High Septon then ended it with these words.

"I declare Margaery Tyrell and Tommen Baratheon Lannister to be man and wife, being of one heart, one soul, and one flesh, now and forever."

The guests applauded the newlyweds as Jaime gently took Roberts' arm.

"Now that that's settled, shall we head to the gardens for the reception?"

"I say that's fine by me."

Robert got up, his legs a bit stiff from sitting for so long. How long exactly, he wasn't sure, as the battery in his watch had died sometime that morning.

"At least they won't make you stay for the bedding ceremony unless you want to." Tyrion muttered.

"The what…?" Robert was confused.

"It's an old tradition. It died out a while ago, but some in the Faith of the Seven still practice it though. See, after the reception, the bride would be carried to a bedroom by the men in the wedding party and guests, and they'd take off her clothes and make dirty jokes as they did. Same would be done for the groom. After both were in there, some guests would stand outside the door, shout suggestions about it and wait until they'd made love."

Jaime elbowed his younger brother in the ribs.

"You had to tell him that?" He groaned.

"I take it Mace and Tywin opted not to have it?" Robert took a guess.

"Exactly."

"Good, that would've made our stay longer."

"Indeed. I have some serious doubt that your girl would like to be involved in something like that." Tyrion told him.

"She wouldn't care for it." Robert explained.

Soon, all the guests made their way outside to the Great Sept's gardens for the reception and food and drink; many in couples, with Clover taking Robert's left arm gently as she helped him outside...

XXXXX

IN THE RECEPTION AREA OUTSIDE:

Once everyone was seated, the food was set up and handed out. Everyone would have the same food. In this case, it would be roast beef, or some other type of roasted meat, with baked potatoes, fruits of some sort, and toasted bread.

For drinks, on the other hand, everyone was having something different based upon their age, personality, and their overall taste in beverages at that moment.

With Andrew and Alex, both of them settled with having just Cokes for drinks. Although he really did enjoy that vodka the other night, Andrew really didn't want to overdo it this time, especially after what happened with Clover and Robert the other night.

Robert looked over the drink selection along with Clover. Not wanting to look like a couple of idiots again, both of them skipped the wines, and each went with a beer this time.

Rob and Jon, however, each got Arbor Gold wine, being more used to it than their American friends, meaning they could handle being drunk on it.

Meanwhile, Gendry and Arya had decided on having cokes too. While Gendry had enjoyed the drink of vodka he and Andrew had the night of the feast, he didn't want to overdo it. He shuddered as he recalled all too well how Robert and Clover had acted after getting drunk out of their minds wasted on their drinks that night. Meanwhile, Eddard and Catelyn opted for Arbor Gold wine for their drinks, being more careful and responsible than Robert and Clover had been. They knew better than to simply drink it down and were also used to its strong taste.

Bran and Rickon also went with Cokes. Not only were they too young for wine, but they also didn't want to do anything stupid like Robert and Clover had done, not being used to Westeros Wines.

Tywin, Jaime and Tyrion split a bottle of Arbor Gold wine, just like Robb, Jon, Ned and Cat were and Tommen went with wine, but there's was Dornish Red, being used to the spicy peppers used in making it, unlike Andrew and Gendry, whose mouths felt like they were set on fire from eating the Dornish Peppers.

Sansa went with coke as well. Though she was used to Arbor Gold, having had it a few times before, she didn't want to quote Mean Girls if she drank too much of it, nor did she want to make herself look foolish like Robert and Clover had done after they'd consumed their own.

"Thank you, Will!" Janei smiled as her brother finished pouring grape juice in her glass

"What a beautiful ceremony. It brings back memories." Jerry said.

"True." Dorna agreed. "Last time you were in Sept, it was for my wedding."

"It wasn't that long ago," Kevan told his wife. "You haven't changed one bit, as beautiful as ever."

Harys discretely grinned as his daughter's cheeks slightly reddened. He found it actually sweet, the way his son-in-law and his girl could act like newlyweds years after their marriage. It was yet another proof, if he had needed one, that the man loved Dorna.

Sitting near Lancel, Sam watched Margaery and Tommen, hearing the faint sound of the bottle of coke Martyn was opening.

"You look beautiful Sam." Lancel told her with a soft smile on his lips.

If she managed to thank him, she felt her cheeks burning.

"You're just being kind."

"I mean it. You look like a Hollywood star. Either Marilyn Monroe or Audrey Hepburn, your pick."

Sam was wearing a long emerald dress with spaghetti sleeves. The pearls on her neck and on her ears, as well as her long gloves and heels, were matching it.

"You look quite dashing yourself. Wearing your family's colours, I see."

Lancel's outfit consisted of a burgundy tuxedo jacket with matching trousers, polished black shoes, a white shirt and a navy blue tie.

"Are you sure you don't want champagne?" He asked her.

"Nope. Going full Westerosi style. But just one glass of wine. Don't really want to end up like Clover and Robert at the feast."

"Yes, better follow Arya's example."

And so all of them got their food and beverages ready and were about to dig in, while also explaining that everyone (especially those drinking alcohol) was to have some water in between to wash down the alcoholic beverages.

Before they could do that, however, Andrew decides to speak up and gets everyone's attention.

"I would like to commemorate a toast," he declared. "In honor of celebrating the wedding of Margaery and Tommen, and that we were all given the chance of a lifetime to attend a Westerosi wedding for the ages."

"Cheers!" Everyone chimed together as they all clink their glasses and they drank their respective beverages while helping themselves to their food afterwards.

---

Several minutes later, Andrew decided on talking to his buddy Gendry about the wedding.

"Hey Gendry, I gotta hand it to them," said Andrew. "It was such a splendid idea for us to attend this wedding."

Gendry grinned at that. "I totally agree, Andy, it was a great idea; I'm glad we came to this wedding.

Arya shrugged. "Yeah, it's not that bad, certainly not as bad as I feared.

"Tell me about it," Alex agreed. "I am very happy that we were able to attend this wedding."

They agreed with her as they continued eating.

Nearby, Tywin, Myrcella, Tyrion and Jaime congratulated the couple on their wedding with handshakes and toasts with their drinks.

"I'm glad Cersei isn't here. She was furious when she heard about your engagement." Jaime told them.

"I remember that all too well. Got drunk on Arbor Gold and broke a lot of plates." Tommen laughed.

"It wasn't funny." Tyrion cut in.

Tywin smiled.

"I thought so too. She completely over-reacted."

"Yes, amusing." Tyrion told his father, sarcastically.

"Still, a fine wedding, and I'm glad our American friends could stay for it." Tywin explained.

Meanwhile, Sansa was talking with Margaery.

"What are your plans for you and Tommen?" She asked.

Margaery sipped her drink.

"We'd probably go out on a honeymoon, of course. Somewhere in the States, though Tommen's keeping his lips sealed on where we're going."

"Oh, he wants to surprise you huh?"

"Yes."

"Well, I hope the trip is fun regardless of where you two go."

"Thank you."

"You're quite welcome."

As Robert ate and drank, with him and Clover being more careful on their beers and eating a bit before sipping them so as not to get completely plastered right away, a few memories popped into his head, ones he felt had to be shared with his new friends.

"Hey, something else just came to mind, I'm sure you're curious to know about other agents we've worked with?" He offered to Tyrion, Sansa, Jaime, and Tywin.

"We are, as a matter of fact." Tyrion told him, sipping his wine, waiting for him to explain.

"There were 2 of them. Lucien Bryant was the first of the two; he was a Mississippi native and the son of a lawyer."

"How good was he?" Sansa was curious.

"He was great when he was sober." Robert confessed.

"He drank a lot, did he?" Jaime cross-questioned.

"That he did. He drank lots of whiskey as a matter of fact. It was so bad that Jerry had to let him go after Andy found him past out on several of our missions. He couldn't fight or do much at all when he was smashed."

"Well, who was the other one?" Tywin catechized.

"His name was Chico Santos."

"Isn't he a Hispanic?" Sansa queried.

"That he was. We worked with him on a joint US/Mexican WOOHP mission. He was also the son of a boss in a drug cartel. He was a great translator who could get some Spanish dialects Alex didn't know. He had one huge flaw though; he fell for Alex hard, and I mean brutally hard. He wanted her so bad and he wanted her all to himself and no one else. Because of this, he got very jealous of Andrew, and he thought he didn't have any right to be with Alex."

"Gods, what happened to him?" Sansa sounded appalled.

"He went and fought with Andrew during a mission we were on, and he got me dragged into it. Because of the danger, he was causing, I had to kill him. He was just growing too dangerous to be a WOOHP agent."

"How did you do it?" Jaime grilled.

"I stabbed him with a pen loaded with slow-acting poison, which took him about 20 minutes to die."

Everyone from Westeros that overheard was deeply horrified and appalled by the sound of this Chico. Not only was he a serious case of envy and hostility, but he was also growing into a dangerous hazard not just to WOOHP, but to the world in general. They all understood that it was self-defense however, so it wasn't a problem.

The four other spies, on the other hand, were kinda disgusted by how Robert brought up that dickhead. Alex, in particular, felt it was a wicked sensitive topic to be sharing; one that still causes her skin to crawl, and give her the shivers. Needless to say, she was not impressed.

Without warning, Alex suddenly barked at Robert for bringing that up.

"Robert, how dare you bring that up knowing that that's a wicked touchy topic for me," she chewed him out. "You know damn well that I hated that creep with every inch of my body! That punk was a horrible freak and a huge hijo de puta!"

Andrew abruptly backed her up without hesitation and spoke with annoyance.

"Yeah dude, I still feel the tension that was present from the time that asshole tried to kill me, for being her boyfriend no less," he spoke with a strong deadpan that was leaking with annoyance as the memory was fresh in his mind.

"Yeah, he like, tried to burn my hair with a lit cigarette, remember?" Clover asked, fighting the urge to slap Robert silly.

"I guess he smoked so much, he couldn't even smell how toxic he actually was," Sam added with a hint of sarcasm. "Crazy son of a..."

She stopped right there, remembering Janei's presence. She would not let that precious baby girl hear foul words.

Jerry himself remained silent throughout it all, but judging by the expression of his face, he also didn't appreciate Robert bringing up Chico Santos like that.

Robert spotted the looks they were giving him, noticing that they were feeling tense about what he discussed.

Swallowing the piece of potato, and sipping a bit of beer, he tried to relax.

"To be fair, they wanted to know. It's not like in the books or in a movie, what we do is serious."

"If you have to work with people like that, drunkards and jealous fools, how can we doubt you're being serious?" Tyrion asked.

Clover managed to hug him.

"Its fine babe, I'll let it go, but don't bring it up again, especially around Alex, okay?" Clover warned him, fist clenched, as though she'd punch him if he did bring up the story again.

"Promise, darling." He told her.

As for Andrew and Sam, they decided to ease up and let it go this time, just as long as he doesn't bring it up again.

Alex however, was still feeling humiliated and furious with Robert about how he shared that with the others. Granted, they did want to know about him, but hearing about him in their presence proved to be quite a sore spot for her; for a very good reason too.

Arya meanwhile had heard the whole thing and noticed how tense Alex was. She bit her lip, feeling a combination of sympathy for her friend as well as fury for that being brought up, which was no doubt a sore spot with Alex.

Urgh, poor Alex…I mean look at her. She shouldn't have to put up with that kind of shit, especially when it involves some stalker creep wanting to claim her and going crazy…and trying to kill Andrew. She reflected. Fuck he's like Joffrey in that way, like what Joffrey did to Mycah. Urgh, Robert why did you have to bring that up…?

She thought for a moment longer, she decided there needed to be some payback on Robert for that. She then smiled as the perfect solution came to her.

"Hey Alex," Arya whispered gently, leaning over to the girl. "It'll be okay, I feel your pain. By the way, I know just the thing to get back at Robert for bringing that fucker up."

With a look of curiosity crossing her face, she then whispered back to her punk friend.

"What is it that you have planned?" Alex whispered in a soft tone.

Smirking, Arya whispered. "Wait till he's on the treadmill, back in the states, and when he's not looking, turn up the speed, make it go too fast for him, think of that...he falls, and he gets rug burns."

Alex started smirking at what Arya just told her. It definitely felt satisfying from how she put it.

"Wow," Alex grinned. "I'll consider doing that when we get back to the states."

Smirking too Arya nodded.

"I honestly think that that's an absolutely brilliant plan," Alex whispered softly.

"I'm good with coming up with that kind of stuff." Arya admitted with a soft snicker.

Afterwards, Alex sat back into her previous position as she had that innocent smile on her face again, feeling at ease again.

Everyone at that moment realized that Arya seemed to have gotten Alex's mind off Chico and put her in a better mood, so, relieved, they let the subject go.

---

As Lancel was excusing himself to the bathroom, Tywin seized the opportunity to talk to Sam. He wasn't stupid, he had seen how the spy looked at his nephew and he knew him enough to know there were chances of this feeling being mutual. Moreover, he had seen first hand what a marriage between a spy and a Lannister had given: a family that helped in restoring the family name, maybe even humanizing it. And Sam, outside of her job, was the kind of woman that could easily fit in their family. Smart, cunning but able to think before acting.

"I hope I am not disturbing." He said.

"You don't, Mister Lannister." She politely replied.

He sat next to her.

"As head of the Lannister family, I want to properly express my gratitude for protecting and saving my nephew."

"I have to say it was my pleasure more than my duty. If only all the protégés we had were like Lancel! It's easy to work with him."

"Lancel needs a woman like you in his life."

"Well, I do hope he finds her."

"I believe he already found her. Know that if he decides to marry you, I will welcome you in the family with open arms."

Tywin didn't even bat an eye as Sam choked on her drink. This was a scene he was quite accustomed to.

"Is it the thought of entering a powerful family that fluster you?"

Sam tried to compose herself. She didn't care about marrying into a rich and powerful family, as long as she married the man she loved and who loved her back. But the fact that she had been included in a sentence containing the subjects of Lancel and marriage at the same time, that was quite new!

"Lancel and I have known each other for a little more than a week. It's a bit too soon to speak of a wedding."

"Glad to see you're not an opportunist."

"However, I want to make a thing quite clear: If I marry Lancel one day, it would be because he loves me and I love him, not because he is your nephew."

"Sammy?" A little voice called before Tywin could reply.

Janei was standing nearby, her eyes on Sam, holding a bottle of juice. Sam was used to be called that way by Alex, and to a lesser extent by Clover as well, but hearing little Janei call her Sammy was just too cute. To say she found this to be adorable and precious would have been an understatement.

"Can you help me, Sammy?"

"Aww, of course, Honey!"

"Well, it seems Janei adopted you." Lancel joked as he returned.

"I think we all did, son." Kevan retorted with a smile.

---

Later on, Robert felt guilty about bringing up Chico, especially with Alex around. Knowing he had to make things right, he finished off his beer and got her attention.

"Al? Look, I'm sorry about the Chico thing. They wanted to know about him, you get that."

"What else made him so bad to your teams?" Sansa asked.

He began, ticking them off on his fingers as he did.

"He'd smoke a lot, cigarettes mostly. As a matter, he tried to get her to smoke with him when they were alone."

"Ick, I still feel liking hacking from remembering inhaling that horrible cigarette smoke." Alex opened her mouth and pointed into it to emphasize her point.

"He also drank a lot, even more then I do, and when he was drunk, he was insane. He did lots of swearing in English and Spanish, and he'd want to get into fights. Hell, he wanted her to drink with him when we were at lunches or dinners during the mission."

"Ugh, don't even remind me of how drunk that bastard got," Alex grumbled. "The way he wanted to get me drunk with him almost seemed like an attempt to not just get me gassed up, but it also seemed like he was planning on groping me and would bring me to a guest room to do some horrible horrible things to me…"

"And I think he did drugs too. I even found a crack pipe in his room one time when he was out."

"Oh yeah, that," Alex cringed. "I still feel crept out from the time we found that in his room…"

It was at this point where Robert had finished giving his explanation to the others. It was at that moment where Andrew decided to speak up and directed to his girlfriend.

"You know Alex, I'm absolutely relieved that you didn't go with that jerkwad," Andrew admitted honestly. "Not only was he such a bad influence to be around, with you no less, but he could have intoxicated you, both literally and figuratively."

"Aww, I know Andy," Alex cooed happily. "I wouldn't have gone with that dick anyway, since you're the only man for me, Andrew."

"That I am," Andrew had that stoic grin emerge on his face again. "I love you Alex."

"I love you too Andy."

They then ended up kissing for a minute or so as a result.

The others were unsure of what to say as they were speechless about what else they've learned about Chico and why Alex was sour about him. Yet at the same time, with how she and Andrew were kissing, it was no surprise that they were convinced that there wasn't a better boyfriend for Alex besides Andrew.

It was then both Robert and Clover found their voice and spoke up.

"I'd say they were meant to be, hey, honey?" Robert asked Clover, who grinned.

"Yeah, they totally match."

Both blondes also kissed, not minding the fact that they each had beer breath.

Seeing this, Gendry smiled.

"That's pretty sweet. There really isn't a better girlfriend for Andrew than Alex."

Arya nodded solemnly. "Yeah very true, Alex likewise couldn't have a better boyfriend than Andrew."

She paused before adding. "I mean he smoked cigarettes, drank heavily, had crack pipes and even planned on doing anything horrible to Alex, like groping her."

"Yeah, they truly care about each other." Gendry agreed.

"They're sweet." Lancel whispered to Sam. "It's always great to see that two people found each other."

"I agree. He loves her and cares for her. And he'd better love her and care for her, or else, he'd have Clover and me on his back."

Lancel chuckled.

"This must be nice, having such close friends."

---

Later on, everyone had finished up their meals, as well as their drinks, with those that had alcoholic drinks sipping water in between. Needless to say, they felt satisfied.

"Well, what's next? What should we do now?" Tyrion asked everyone else at the table at large.

This got everyone thinking, trying to work out exactly what should be done next, with the reception winding down.

Just then, slow ballroom dance music started to play. The others took notice of various couples from all over began to get up to dance to the slow music in a happy manner.

Margaery was entirely awestruck by this, as she turned to her new husband with glee.

"May I have this dance?" She offered her left hand for him to take.

Tommen smiled at his wife as he grabbed a hold of her left hand.

"Of course, lead the way."

She led him toward the dance floor, and soon, both of them were dancing. They were dancing quite well as it turned out, despite the two apparently not knowing how to do so before.

Back at the table, Clover was witnessing this, gained a romantic look in her eyes; becoming romanticized and fascinated by the wedded couple dancing together.

Wow, they look great together. Maybe Robby would be up for a dance. She thought before getting Robert's attention.

"Hey, honey?"

"Hmm, what is it?"

"Would you care to dance with me?" She offered.

"Well I'd love to, but uh…there's gonna be issues." Robert felt beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Such as…?"

"I'm still getting used to these dress shoes, and noticed how the other guests spilt their wine in parts of the dance floor."

"Will you relax? We can still dance, and I'll grab onto you if you start slipping."

"Thanks babe."

"Anytime sweetheart."

In an instant, both of them found their way to the dance floor and despite the issues Robert had warned her about, they were still able to ballroom dance.

The others who were still at the table were entirely moved by how the wedded couple was ballroom dancing, as was Robert and Clover. Alex in particular found this to be a very precious moment for her to behold.

"Awww, this is so precious," Alex gushed. "The way that the newly wedded couple is dancing is so sweet and gorgeous! The same goes for Robert and Clover dancing together in such a romantic manner! Oh, how I'd wish to be able to ballroom dance too with my dreamboat."

Andrew took notice of Alex's admiration with the two couples on the dance floor ballroom dancing together and her wishes of dancing with them too with her dreamboat. From the amount of time Andrew has been with Alex, he knew that when she said 'dreamboat', she's referring to him. Andrew spent the moment thinking and came up with a great idea.

Of course, that's what I'll do. I'll make Alex's wish a reality. A smirk crossed his face as that thought crossed his mind. And maybe to give her more joy, I think I'll address to her it the most romanticized accent that I could work up.

True, Andrew was certainly impassive on the surface, while keeping his emotions from surfacing and leaving them buried inside of him, but even he wasn't above getting into a romantic mood and pulling an occasion (if not rare) flirt on his Hispanic lady.

Feeling that his plan had been formulated, Andrew decided to take action as he casually strutted over to his girlfriend. Once he was in front of her, he offered her his hand and then got her attention.

"Pardon me, my beautiful lady Alex," Andrew spoke in what seemed to be a fairly strong French accent. "But may I provide you with this dance, manquer?"

Alex didn't know what was hotter; the fact that he spoke with a strong French accent, or the fact that he was offering to dance with her. Regardless, she saw the gesture as being heartfelt and truly sweet. With a shiny gaze in her eye, she got up excitedly and grabbed Andrew's hand.

"Oh yes, I would love to dance with you, mi novio!" Alex squealed.

"As you wish sweetheart, let dance."

Alex could only bite her tongue to keep from shrieking in anticipation, so she simply nodded to what Andrew said. Both of them made their way to the dance floor too as they joined in on the ballroom dancing, just like Margaery & Tommen, and Robert & Clover were doing. And just like them, they were also enjoying the slow ballroom dance.

As Sam was watching the couples dancing, a voice cut her from her observation.

"Would you like to join them?"

Lancel was smiling at her.

"Will you be okay?" She asked.

"I can't say I'll dance all night. But I definitely owe you one." He replied.

"I don't know how to waltz..." She sheepishly said.

"I'll teach you."

He extended his hand as he got up, she took it. It felt like a dream. Being at a wedding with her friends, the man she crushed on by her side, offering her to join them on the dance floor, and a waltz on top of that; the dance that rhymed with lovers!

Calm yourself girl. She thought. Lancel sees you as a friend.

But even if it was a friendly waltz, it didn't alter the fairy-tale touch this moment had.

The Westerosi that were with them were impressed at the sight before them; seeing their American friends dancing along with the newly wedded couple.

"Wow, this is lovely, isn't it?" Sansa admired.

A warm smile graced Myrcella's face.

"She's right."

"He dances well, though I'd imagine he hasn't danced in some time." Tyrion said, noting Robert's dancing was well done, despite slipping a bit on some puddles of wine, and the dress shoes he was wearing, which hadn't been broken in yet.

"They work well together." Tywin explained, noting Clover's helping Robert avoid the puddles as best she could as both danced as a duo.

Jaime and Robb both nodded.

"They are excellent." Both said at the same time.

"What a bunch of lucky dogs." Bran said. "I'd dance if I could get out of this chair."

"You'll walk again someday." Rickon reassured his older brother.

Jon grinned at the couples as well.

"Gods, I haven't waltzed in a few years."

Sansa then gained an interesting idea, as she turned to Arya, tapping her on the shoulder, which caused her to look at her, noticing she had her full attention.

"You know Arya, you and Gendry could join them and ballroom dance too." Sansa suggested to her younger sister.

"Don't even go there Sansa, I'm not dancing." Arya replied immediately. "No way, I'm not doing it. I'm not like all those prissy girly girls who enjoy that sort of thing. Besides, I can't dance and you know it."

"Ha, this coming from the girl whose practiced tap-dancing when the studio's entirely empty?" Sansa smirked, knowing she's hit a nerve.

Arya went bright red at that and hissed. "You, don't...you can't..."

She couldn't believe her sister had brought that up; she had tried her hardest to keep it an absolute secret after all. Feeling utterly humiliated, Arya scowled at her sister, especially for bringing that up with her, in front of all the people here no less.

Gendry smiled gently and took Arya's hand.

"Hey Arry, it's all right," he told her softly. "You know you don't have to dance if you don't want to. I'm perfectly happy to sit here with you."

Arya couldn't help but smile back. "Thanks."

With that, they settled in; sitting back and watching the dancing happening on the dance floor before them.

While Gendry and Arya sat back and watched the ballroom dance before them with the rest of them, it would seem that the reception went off without a hitch.

Robert had his shoes slip around in the spilt wine that was lying around, but Clover helped him keep his balance. In addition to that, Sam, Clover and Alex danced with their respective partners; Clover and Alex danced with their boyfriends Robert and Andrew respectively, while Sam danced with Lancel, whom she considered a friend, for now at least.

---

Soon, the dancing came to an end, as everyone seemed to be having a good time.

Later on, Sansa asked Margaery what her plans were next.

"Honeymoon, of course." She told her.

Tommen grinned in excitement.

"It's a surprise."

"I know. I'll wait for it."

After a few minutes, the married couple were impressed with how the wedding went and Tommen expressed their thoughts.

"I'd say the wedding was a success," Tommen told his wife.

"Agreed," Margaery turned her attention to the others. "I wish to thank the Americans for being our guests." She told them, shaking their hands, with Tommen doing the same thing.

The rest of the night went by with a breeze for them, as they were all shown exchanging laughs and were having a swell time, talking amongst each other and expressing how they felt about all this happening, as well as the Americans getting the chance to visit Westeros and learn more about their culture. The day passed on and everyone was happy as the wedding slowly came to an end…

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IN OLDTOWN- THE SIGHT WHERE THE SPIES' WOOHP VEHICLE THEY ARRIVED TO WESTEROS IN WAS LOCATED:

It had been two days since the wedding and reception had been held. Right now there was some notable activity going on in Oldtown, where the spies had originally landed in Westeros. All five spies were there, with their belongings all packed up. It looked like they were ready to go into the aircraft that they rode in coming to Westeros in the first place, clearly ready to leave. The various residents of Westeros who had come to know them and formed strong associations with them throughout the mission were also present, these included; Tywin, Jaime, Myrcella, Gendry, Arya, Eddard, Catelyn, Bran, Rickon, Robb, Jon, Sansa, Lancel, Dorna, Kevan, Harys, Willem, Martyn and Janei. All of them looked as if they were seriously going to miss the spies being around; all of them admitting it had been rather fun having the five Americans around in their country, learning about their traditions. The Westerosi were planning now on giving their final farewells to the five as well as express how much they were going to miss having them around.

---

Earlier that morning, Robert had had a final breakfast with his Lannister hosts as a parting gift. It included strong coffee, as well as French toast, a few slices of bacon and a boiled egg. Robert was quite impressed with the breakfast and he was really thankful for the parting gift that he received from them.

Tywin stepped to Robert's side first as he proceeded to ask.

"So you guys must leave so soon?"

"I must." Robert nodded.

"Pity, that's too bad. I really did enjoy your work with me. You helped me through a difficult time."

"I did too, and I was honored to work with you. In fact, it was an interesting experience serving under your name."

Jaime shook his hand as Myrcella grinned.

"It was a huge pleasure to know you, and your girlfriend Clover as well." Jaime explained.

"Yeah, it was fun." Myrcella told him.

It was then Bran stepped up and admitted to him.

"Clover's one foxy blonde mama and you are a lucky dog for having such a foxy girlfriend such as Clover." Bran explained.

"That's right," Rickon jumped in.

"You are really lucky to have a hot blonde bud," Jon told him.

"It's great to see you and the foxy mama in a relationship together." Robb teased them.

"W-Whoa…d-dudes…" Clover yelled at Bran, blushing hard and as beet as a rose.

He's right though. She thought.

"Uh, thanks…guys." Robert explained, blushing himself as he shook Bran's hand along with Robb, Jon and Rickon.

Sansa was next to step up, as she walked over to Clover, whose blush had faded by now.

"So, this is it, isn't it?"

"I'm afraid so Sansa..." Clover had a disappointed frown on her face.

"For what it's worth, you were a great American lady friend. I mean look how close we've become, we're like besties; girly girls and all."

"Thanks, Sansa. I still can't get over how nice you were to me. Most just see me as a dumb blonde. I have my moments, but I'm more than that."

"Thanks Clover." Sansa told her, hugging her.

It was then Clover came up with a clever idea that she could do with Sansa.

Say, maybe we can do a bit of social media fun before we leave. Clover thought with a smirk growing on her face.

"Hey Sansa, I got an idea."

"Hmmm, what is it?"

"How about we take a few selfies together before I have to leave?"

"I love it!" Sansa told her, smiling.

Sansa then got out her cell phone and she had everything ready.

Soon, they began, making weird eye movements, blowing a raspberry or two, and even sticking their tongues out, among other things. By the end, both were cracking up about it, while having fun and taking more selfies.

---

While Sansa and Clover were busy being social media girly girls, Eddard and Catelyn had stepped up and Cat spoke.

"Sansa is right. It was truly enjoyable having you here."

Ned nodded and added. "Yes, it was a true honor having you; Andrew, Alex and Clover stay over at our place and watch over Sansa and Arya."

Cat then spoke again. "We're so very grateful to you for watching over our daughters and Gendry."

Andrew was the first to speak his mind as he then bowed graciously to them.

"I must express my gratitude with getting to know more about you guys, and we are proud that we took this assignment." Andrew showed them a modest smile on his face.

"Yeah, so am I. I'm gracious that we took this task and stayed at Winterfell too," Alex smiled before directing their attention to Clover, who was still taking selfies with Sansa. "And I must vouch for Clover and say that she's forever grateful for taking this mission too."

Gendry approached Andrew at that moment.

"Hey Andrew," he said, getting the young man's attention. "It was great meeting you, you're a great guy and it's amazing how well we got to know each other. I couldn't have become best friends with a cooler dude than you."

He paused for a moment before shrugging.

"You know, I'm really glad we did. We're kinda similar in a way with life struggles. I mean I was born from a one night stand that started in a bar, never met my father, lived in poverty with mom until she died...For the most part, I was as lonely as a wolf," he smiled however. "I've learned a lot about you though, from what happened with your parents and such."

Andrew had a stoic smirk emerge on his face as he honestly admitted.

"I'm glad we're best friends too Gendry," he then gained a sad smile. "I'm really going to miss you dude."

"I'm gonna miss you too, man." Gendry replied.

Andrew then saw how Clover and Sansa were still taking selfies together, and this gave him an idea.

"Hey Gendry, what do you say the both of us take photos together," he got his iPhone out. "I'd love to do this with you so I can be able to remember you bud."

"Yeah, that sounds fun." Gendry agreed. "I'd love to."

Andrew simply nods with a smirk as his phone was all set to take pictures with.

They then started taking photos together while acting like a couple of geeky goofballs, mainly blowing raspberries and sticking their tongues out. Although the photos they took weren't selfies like Clover and Sansa, they allowed their nerdy sides to show while doing so.

---

While their boyfriends were taking photos like geeks, Arya approached Alex, smiling.

"Hey, thanks for everything…everything you brought to me," she said before sighing. "I must confess, the one thing I have learned from being with you over these past couples of weeks, is that I should be more open to those I'm close not, not to shut myself away. I'm glad we got paired together and became over this...I want to thank you too, thanks to you, I finally found inner peace over what happened to Mycah, I owe it all to you."
Alex felt touched and heartfelt upon hearing Arya say that about her.

"Oh Arya, thank you," she thanked her. "I am happy that I helped you overcome your inner demons and make peace with yourself."

Arya nodded before giving Alex a sad smile. "I'm seriously gonna miss you."

"Oh…Arya," Alex got tearful as she then admitted. "I'm going to miss you too! We've really grown so close to each other!"

"I know."

It was then Alex came up with an idea, seeing that Clover & Sansa and Andrew & Gendry were doing it, they could do it too.

"Hey Arya, is it all right if I can ask a favor of you?" She started to ask.

"Oh, what would that be?" Arya replied, curious.

Alex got out her compowder to be ready to take photos as she then asked innocently.

"Would it be all right if the both of us could take photos together with my compowder, so we can commemorate our friendship?"

Smirking Arya replied.

"Sure, I'd love to Alex...so long as we don't take selfies like Clover and Sansa." She said the last part with a joking snort.

Alex had an equally big smirk on her face as she said.

"You can count on that Arya."

With that they began taking pictures, even doing the same stuff as Andrew and Gendry as well as typical photo-bomb moves like bunny ears behind the head and such, all in line with their prankster sides. In all it was a joyous moment, showing how close the duo had gotten to each other and, as they laughed with enjoyment, it was clear their friendship had truly grown...

---

While the three pairs were taking photos of each other, Tywin tapped Robert's shoulder, getting his attention once again.

"Hmmm, what is it, sir?"

"I have to admit, I too am gonna miss you."

"The same goes for us Robert," Jaime explained.

"What they said." Myrcella explained.

"I'll miss you guys. Working with you all was amazing."

He shook their hands one by one.

"I seriously wish Tommen could've been here to say goodbye, but he and Margaery are on their honeymoon; in New York, I think he told me."

"That's no trouble. Besides, I'm sure he'd miss me too." Robert told them.

Both Jaime and Myrcella smiled at him for saying that.

It was at this point, the three pairs were just about finished taking photos together, or in Clover and Sansa's case, selfies. And after they did that, they actually exchanged cell phone #s amongst each other; Andrew, Alex and Clover getting the cell phone numbers from Gendry, Arya and Sansa respectively offscreen. This was possible since the three spies found out that Gendry, Arya and Sansa had cell phone numbers, and they could keep in touch with each other. Clover and Sansa even talked amongst each other about Sansa texting the photos she and Clover took together to Clover's cell phone when she gets home. Clover was overall ecstatic about that, judging by the overjoyed look on her face.

"I'm glad I got your cell phone number, Sansa." Clover said to the redhead.

"I'm glad I've gotten yours too Clover." Sansa agreed with an anticipated look on her face.

"Don't forget to text me those selfies when you can."

"Got it, I'll even call you, my bestie."

"Oh, I'm totally gonna miss you." Clover told her.

"I'll miss you too, totally." Sansa said, trying out the American word.

Both then hugged, while trying not to cry as they cherished their girly girl friendship that they've developed and built together.

While Clover and Sansa were embracing, Gendry smiled as he pocketed his phone.

"Thanks Andrew." He said. "It's good we've exchanged phone numbers and took those photos."

"You're welcome Gendry," he returned. "I'm happy that I got your cell phone number."

"Me too man, me too." Gendry replied.

With a smirk, Andrew proceeded to tell him.

"I'll be sure to text those photos we took to you once we get home."

Gendry nodded in response. "Looking forward to it man."

"Yup, I'll be sure to do that as soon as I feed Jumly," Andrew said.

Gendry smiled at that, admiring the level of care Andrew had for his pet.

"Well, what do you say, Andy, manly hug?" He offered.

Andrew then smirked again as he then shrugged.

"Oh what the heck," Andrew approached him with his arms out. "Let's hug."

They both then hugged in a brotherly fashion showing how tightly knit and strong the bond of friendship they had built had become.

While this was going on, Alex and Arya had also finished exchanging cell phone numbers. Arya pocketed her phone once she was finished.

"Thanks, Alex, its good we did this and can now stay in touch."

"You're quite welcome Arya," Alex smiled. "I'll be sure to text those photos of us together behaving like a couple of practical goof-offs."

Arya smirked in response. "Sure thing, that'll be fun."

They lapsed into silence briefly. Finally, Arya broke it with a sad smile as she spoke.

"I guess this is goodbye Alex."

"Yeah, it is goodbye Arya," she wasted no time in giving her punk female friend a hug. "I'll miss you."

Arya flinched at that, suddenly feeling awkward. Despite that, Arya returned the hug. "I'll miss you too."

"I promise that I'll be sure to text you or call you every once in a while." Alex promised her.

Arya nodded. "Looking forward to it…"

They hugged again, with Arya feeling more comfortable this time and they both relished their friendship and this particular heartfelt moment before Alex had to depart.

---

Jerry had already departed according to Dorna. While facing Lancel, Sam couldn't understand why she had that lump deep down her throat and why she wanted to cry, or why she had that urge to leave everything behind and stay. Yes, she did crush on Lancel...A lot. But she had a life back in America. Saying goodbye to Lancel's parents, to his siblings, hadn't been as hard as saying goodbye to Lancel himself. The girls and herself usually never kept in touch with their protégés after the missions. None of them had expressed any desire to. Or it was a WOOHP policy Sam didn't know about. This was why Sam always hated goodbyes. She hated losing control of herself, of her emotions, feeling so awkward.

"If you ever come back for vacations, you must drop by my place." Lancel made her promise.

"I wouldn't want to disturb."

"There's not much to disturb."

He gave her a note. Sam noticed he had given her his full address, his parents' one whenever he was there for holidays, phone numbers, his email address and even his Facebook name. To know he wanted to continue their friendship warmed her heart as much as it hurt for some reason.

"If you come to the USA, you have to come to visit us too." She managed to say.

"It's a deal then." He smiled.

Sam was a bit surprised when he offered a hug. She returned it nonetheless.

"I'll miss you." He whispered in her ear.

"I'll miss you too."

"But it's not farewell. It's goodbye. We'll definitely meet again. I'll make sure we do."

Sam simply nodded to that as they kept hugging for a few minutes.

Lancel smiled at her one last time and wished her a safe journey, making her promise to text him when she'd be home. She nodded and turned to her friends.

"Is everyone all set?" She inquired, trying to sound confident, to hide the crack in her voice.

Robert and Clover jumped at Sam's question, with Clover breaking free from the embrace she and Sansa were in.

"We're ready." Both told her at the same time.

Robert thought he heard Clover sniff a bit after she'd spoken like she was going to cry.

Robert knew her to be a bit emotional at times, though as far as he could remember, she hadn't actually cried in some time, not since her grandmother; Stella's mother had died.

Andrew and Alex also jumped at the question Sam asked as they broke out of their hugs with Gendry and Arya respectively.

"We're ready to go too," Andrew sighed. "Aren't we Alex?"

"Yeah…" Alex wiped a tear from her left eye. "I'm ready too."

Andrew took notice that Alex was greatly sad about this departure, and he understood it completely. To be honest, he didn't want to leave Westeros and his new friend behind him, admitting that all the fun times he had had in his life, especially since his parents died, was in Westeros when he hung out with Gendry. But alas, he belonged in Beverly Hills and that's where he had to go with the other spies he was teamed up with. Despite this, Andrew kept his emotions in check and thought about the possibilities of Gendry and Arya visiting Beverly Hills sometime as well as teaching both of them more about American traditions. Just the thought of it made Andrew feel good inside as a small smile crossed his face, directed to the other Westerosi, especially Gendry, who took notice of it and responded with a thumbs up.

After a few moments of giving them their final farewells offscreen, the five spies proceeded to enter the vehicle, and in a matter of seconds, the vehicle got started and was ready to take off back to the US. Poking through the window while looking down at their Westeros comrades, the five spies (including Sam) waved farewell to the Westerosi down below.

Waving back, the Westerosi watched as the plane prepared to take off, they all couldn't deny it had been fun having them around in Westeros, despite the danger, especially with how much they had learned from all five of them. They also knew it would be hard, that they would all miss them and would feel some difficulty in adjusting to them being gone.

The plane then took off, lifting into the air and flew away and as the Westerosi stared off into the horizon, where the plane had departed, they at once all felt the same sense of longing. The spies had been the first Americans to come to Westeros, something that those present would happily acknowledge, even with them gone now.

"Well, there they go," Gendry said at last. "I'm really gonna miss them, and having them around..."

Arya smiled at that. "Yeah, me too, it was so much fun having them around."

"It was interesting. I'm gonna miss them." Sansa told the others.

Both Gendry and Arya smiled at that, in full agreement, as were the rest of the Westerosi whom all nodded in response. They continued to stare into the horizon where the plane had disappeared after taking off, taking the spies back home…

XXXXX

IN THE SKIES ABOVE WESTEROS:

In the plane headed back to the states, Robert and Clover, who were in seats together on the flight, were talking; specifically about the friends they made in Westeros, as well as the experience they've gone through in said country.

"Ah, those were some interesting friends we've made in Westeros, eh?" Robert asked.

"Yeah, Tywin took a liking to you, and I thought he'd be the rough around the edges type."

"Yeah, you and Sansa bonded pretty quickly; being the girly girls you are."

"Yeah, we did."

A few tears then came to her eyes, as Robert took notice of it.

"What's up, honey?"

"I miss Westeros already…"

"Same here, but we left a few minutes ago. Try to relax, okay?"

"All right, thanks babe."

Soon, both were relaxed, with Robert reading several chapters in John Grisham's The Firm, and Clover working on her makeup in the bathroom of the jet.

---

Andrew and Alex were similarly talking to each other about their experience in Westeros and the friends they made there.

"Ah, this was some mission we went on," Andrew kicked back and stretched. "I mean with how well we acquainted with the people of Westeros, combined with the friends that we made there too. What amazes me is that you managed to get through to Arya and get her to open up to you, in addition to becoming your friend, Alex."

"Yeah, I know Andy." Alex agreed. "I loved it there. I really am going to miss being in Westeros, but at least I have Arya's cell phone number so we can keep in touch."

"That's true, and I got Gendry's cell phone number too," Andrew admitted. "But yeah, it's good to kick back and relax after a really long and tiring mission."

"You said it, Andrew. I love you."

"I love you too Alex."

After a quick kiss on the lips, they then kicked back and relax for the whole ride back to the US. As Andrew stretched his legs out and crossed his arms behind his head and lied on them, Alex let out a cute yawn as she then slowly rests her head onto Andrew's lap. Soon she fell asleep and took a nap in such an adorable manner. Andrew looked at this in admiration and felt a pink blossom cross his cheeks along with a smile as he rubbed Alex's back to make her feel comfy. It was clear that the couple was relaxing together in a cutesy manner while they are heading back to Beverly Hills.

---

Sitting in her seat, her head resting in her hand, her shoulder against the armrest, Sam nonchalantly stared at the sky.

This mission is over. She thought.

She could scarcely believe it. It has been days filled with so much action, drama and heartache she felt she had been in Westeros for a year. It'd felt weird, going back home, falling into her usual routine, seeing the places she lived in when she had grown accustomed to King's Landing. She had to admit that, even by her own standards, she had fit in almost immediately in that country, with its customs, its logic, the schemes in the air. Most of all, waking up in a place where Lancel wouldn't be felt weird. She knew it'd be awkward for her the first days, not seeing his sleepy eyes, his messed up hair, and his small smile to greet her. It almost felt sad for some reason.

"I'll get used to it…Like I got used to everything else."

Lancel Lannister had been quite a mystery and an adventure.

Beverly Hills would definitely seem dull without him in her life to spice things up…

XXXXX

IN THE SKIES ABOVE THE USA:

Sometime later, it was shown that the vehicle finally entered the US territory. Andrew was the first to take notice of this as he looked out the window and saw that they really were back in the US.

"Hey guys, check this out," Andrew got his comrades' attention as Alex, Robert, Clover and Sam checked out the same window he was looking out at. "We're back in the USA; back in our home country!"

Andrew pointed out the window for them to see as they were all surprised to see that they really were back in their home country. Unsure of what to say for a few moments, the mold was broken once Alex spoke up.

"Wow, I guess we really are back in the US," she said. "It's great that we are back in our home country and how we are back at our homes again!"

Clover grinned.

"It's great to be home."

Robert nodded.

"Yeah, it'll feel great getting used to our old routines again."

Sam didn't utter a single word as she stared out the window, entirely lost in thought.

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IN THE SKIES ABOVE BEVERLY HILLS, CALIFORNIA:

Eventually, the spies see that they've arrived at Beverly Hills, which got them feeling ecstatic, to say the least.

While she was glad to be home, at last, Sam had to admit this was the most bittersweet "home sweet home" moment she had ever lived.

"It'll pass," she guessed. "Like everything did before."

"I know how you feel Sam. I miss Westeros too," Andrew spoke to Sam with sympathy. "But it was meant to happen and we're going to go back home eventually anyway. You get what I'm saying?"

Sam nodded at that, knowing that he was right about that. Still, it wasn't a crime to miss being in Westeros and seeing her new friends from there, including Lancel, wasn't it?

Shrugging his shoulders, Andrew observed the scenery down below them.

"Well, in any case, guys, we should probably land this vehicle someplace private, so we don't attract attention and not give ourselves away."

The other four spies agreed with what Andrew said, since if they gave themselves away, it would mean BIG trouble for WOOHP, and by extent, themselves.

Looking to see where they could park, Alex eventually noticed a place where they could park the vehicle secretly. The area in question was a fairly dark but convenient alley that looked like it was abandon and left alone. It was perfect enough to land the craft without hoarding any eavesdroppers or tourists.

Pointing to said location, Alex got their attention.

"Hey, guys look! There's a deserted dark alley over there that we can park this vehicle in without attracting attention!"

"Great idea Alex; even if it's kinda tacky, at least we won't get attention from homeless people, muggers, that sort of thing," Clover explained.

"She's right. I think we'd better land now so we can start to head home." Robert told her.

"Great idea guys," Andrew nodded to Clover and Robert as he then turned his attention to the redhead. "Sam, would you please do the honor and land this vehicle into that spot."

Sam nodded and got to work with preparing to land the vehicle in the deserted alley, as they slowly descended down into the spot that they were hoping to land in.

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A few minutes later, the vehicle finally made a landing in the alley as the craft was parked and shut off afterwards. Opening the hatchet door, the five spies got out of the vehicle and got a good look of the alley they were in and their surroundings.

Robert took a deep breath, feeling more at home now that he was breathing California air again.

"What an excellent day for an exorcism." He said, a bit groggy from sleeping on the flight.

"What the…? Robby!" Clover yelled, getting the reference.

"Honey…?"

"You know I hated that movie. You had us watch it for a date. You know how I feel about horror movies. A lot of parts made me sick."

"Oh yeah…?"

"Yeah, her head spinning around, how they made her face look, the part where she masturbates with a crucifix, the priest throwing himself out a window down this flight of stairs."

"Babe, I said I was sorry."

She slapped him across the cheek, hard enough to leave a mark. She even wanted to claw at his face but decided against it.

She shivered, not because it was cold, but because of the scenes in the movie. They'd given her nightmares for some time afterwards, and during the movie, she'd felt like vomiting several times.

He hugged her, which helped to calm her down.

"Yeah guys c'mon, this is no time to be thinking about The Exorcist, especially since I'm not that crazy about that movie myself…" Alex moaned.

"Same here, I really wasn't into that movie," Andrew agreed with his Hispanic girlfriend. "Besides, I think it's high time we get out of here and into our daily regular clothes."

The other four agreed as they used their compowders (iPhone compowders in Andrew and Robert's case) to change back into the outfits that they wore before they went on that mission.

"Well now that that's settled, let's get out of here, but first things first," he turned his attention to Sam. "Sam, what do you suppose we do with the vehicle over there?"

Her compowder still in hand, Sam typed on its buttons.

"I'm sending Jerry its location; he'll have it picked up."

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As Sam was doing just that, Clover looked curious as to what they should do by now.

"So, what should we do now?" Clover questioned.

"I don't know about you, but I think it'd be best if we get out of this alley, and go somewhere just to take a load off. Especially after this tiring and exhausting mission, we've been on for the past couple of weeks." Alex yawned and stretched in exhaustion.

"That's an outstanding idea, Alex," Andrew was clearly tired too, judging by his facial expression. "I'm feeling very tired myself from this mission too."

"I'm with you on that, Andy." Robert explained. "It'll help to get rid of this jetlag, that's for sure. Also, think a nice hot shower will do me good."

"My thoughts exactly," Andrew then turned to face Sam. "What about you Sam?"

The redhead looked up from her gadget.

"Huh, yeah, let's do that."

If she had to be honest, her fatigue wasn't really physical. And while she knew her friends would listen to her and try to understand her, she didn't feel like opening up right now. It was too fresh and she could mend herself. Her compowder rang. She opened it and read the message.

"Jerry just confirmed he's taking care of that baby behind us. Let's go home."

"Good idea, I'm feeling bushed," Andrew commented. "I can't wait to get home and relax and give Jumly her pate wet cat food."

"Yeah, that would be a marvelous idea, Andrew." Alex gleamed in agreement.

"I could use the rest. Wait for this jetlag to wear off."

He stretched and yawned.

"I'm with you, honey." Clover told her boyfriend.

"Say, mind if I walk you home before I get to my house?"

"Not at all, you'll have to take me through the garage. I don't have my house key with me."

"Not a problem." Clover explained.

She took his hand as a result.

"Well, let's go." Andrew stated.

"All right," the others said at the same time.

With that, the five spies left the alley, all of them smiling softly as they planned on heading back to their homes, especially hoping to rest after such a long and exhausting mission. Clover planned, however, to head to Robert's place before her own. They all shared smiles again, all glad to be home, even though Westeros had been fun, home was where the heart was, as they say. With all said and done the spies walked down the street, heading back to their normal everyday lives...

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END OF CHAPTER 11

Well, that's the end of this chapter everyone! We hope that you enjoyed this chapter too, and look forward to the final chapter.

Now as we promised, here are the prefaces that each of us wrote:

Boris Yeltsin:
I again came up with dialogue for Robert and Clover, as well as for Tywin, Rob, Jon, Myrcella, Jaime, Tommen, Rickon, and Bran. I also handled the whole wedding scene, location food and reception options included, and have Robert and Clover go with beer for drinks, as well as discussing the spies' religions. I incorporated works by John Grisham into the story, at least 2 of his novels are brought up. I also picked out the song choices for Robert and Clover. I came up with the idea of the 2 former WOOHP agents, with Lucien being inspired by a character who appears in a few of John Grisham's works, and Chico was inspired by the character in the comic and show Deadly Class. I also came up with how bad Chico was from envy. I also came up with ball room dancing, as well as the stores bits for Robert and Clover, and Robert and Jon's reaction, as well as Jon's joke about how Robert should become a lawyer when his time as a spy is over. Something else that I came up with was the part where Robert had one last breakfast with the Lannisters before they parted ways. Lastly, I came up with the exorcism line, a reference to The Exorcist, as well as Clover's reaction to it, and later, her suggestion that Clover walk Robert to his house before she heads to her own.

Assassin Master Ezio 91:
Like before, I handled the dialogue for Arya and Gendry, as well as Eddard and Catelyn. I also came up with the song choice for Arya to be listening to at the beginning, as well as the idea of it being the anniversary of Mycah's funeral. Working with Parent12D I once again worked on the scene with Arya and Gendry and their interactions with Alex and Andrew, compromising on the shop that Alex and Arya explored as well as the prank items. The prank Arya revealed to Alex was an idea I just came up with randomly and offered for use. I also thought up the idea for Andrew and Gendry to be in the video game store and the video came they chose, working once more with Parent12D for Andrew and Gendry's session of geek talk, inspired by the two of us and how we'd likely talk about such things in real life. It was Boris Yeltsin who came up with the rugburn thing as the payback on Robert which I accepted and used. I also worked with Parent12D to incorporate something from one of my previous GOT stories, including Arya's secret regrading her dancing. Lastly, I worked on the scenes where Arya, Alex, Andrew and Gendry took photos of each other as well as writing the ending of the chapter and proofreading it as I had done previously too.

Marina Ka-Fai:
So, for today's chapter, apart from the Sam/Lancel moment and the proofreading, I helped out with some of the outfits during the wedding ceremony. I came up with some details regarding Sam's beliefs, what Lancel's family had during the wedding feast etc. I also corrected some part of our chapter's guide regarding some reactions Sam had, to make it feel more natural.

Parent12D:
For this chapter, I once again handled the dialogue parts for Andrew and Alex, as well as work with Assassin master ezio 91 on the scenes focusing on Andrew/Gendry and Alex/Arya. I also came up with the store for Alex and Arya to look through that Assassin and I compromised on, and I came up with that prank gag stuff that Alex shows to Arya. Another thing that I contributed too was help Boris Yeltsin and Marina Ka-Fai with coming up with religions for the spies; Andrew is an agnostic while I felt Alex could be a catholic. I helped with coming up with the beverage options for the reception for each person attending with different drinks based on their age and personalities. I also collaborated with Assassin with the aforementioned video game store where Andrew and Gendry talked like geeks during the scene to show how Assassin and I would be in real life. I had decided on Andrew/Gendry and Alex/Arya to take pictures before they departed and give each other hugs, as well as choosing the song of my choice for Andrew to listen to in the beginning. There are parts that are in different languages to; such as 'hijo de puta' being 'son of a bitch' in Spanish, 'manquer' being 'miss' in French, and 'mi novio' being 'my boyfriend' in Spanish. Lastly, aside from looking over this chapter to make sure it's in good shape, I had Andrew mention he'd feed Jumly some pate wet cat food; the kind of stuff that I use to feed to Chumly all the time.

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