Warning: There is some Spanish in this chapter. Not a lot. There will be more in the next chapter. I'll have the translation at the end of each chapter.

I apologize for the inconvenience

Gendry ran quickly towards the public phone next to and yanked the door open. He pulled the phone off the receiver and began feeding it coins as soon as he heard the dial tone.

The numbers he punched in where number he oddly knew by memory.

"Come on, come on, come one." He prayed for an answer. There was none.

Gendry cursed and collected the coins, trying once more.

It only rang twice, then someone picked up.

"Hello?"

"Brienne! It's Gendry. Don't say my name! Please. Are you alone?" he asked

"No." She sounded confused and hesitant.

"Are you at work?" He could hear his heart beating in his ears.

"Yes." she said stiffly.

"Go outside. Make sure no one is around. Tell me when you're alone." Gendry said.

He could hear a few familiar voices in the background, then the slide of the doors, then what sounded like raindrops falling on an umbrella.

"I'm alone. Gendry where are you? I thought you were dead! You have no idea what everyone is saying here. All the stories that are going around about Yoren, Ned and You!"

Gendry was a bit taken aback. He had never heard her this upset before.

"None are true. Don't believe anything. This thing with Ned. It's bullshit. He's innocent."

"I know that! Where are you?"

"I can't tell you. And it's not you, it's just that I can't say anything without having to tell you everything. It's just too complicated."

"Gendry, I..."

"Listen to me, Brienne, I don't have a lot of time, I need you to do something for me."

"What?" He could tell she was angry.

"Don't ask me why, but I need you to come to London."

"London?" Brienne breathed out, barely audible over the rain in the background.

"Remember this, it's important Brienne. I am standing outside of St. Pancras. Station. I'm on Euston Rd. almost crossing with Midland Rd. I'm standing facing the receiver. To my right I can see the clock tower. Behind me is the Borough Council building. It's a white building. It's across the street from O'Neils. A blue pub... Are you getting all of this?"

"Yes." Brienne said sharply. Good girl, Gendry thought.

"Directly behind me, across the street from the telephone, on the Borough, the white building, there is a window box. You'll see them all along the building. On the third one to the left, and you're facing the building now, you'll find a small blue bag, hidden inside amongst the plants. I need you to come get it. Please. Don't ask why. Just do it for me. It's very important. I need you to come get it."

The line began to beep. He had a minute left.

"Gendry..."

"Brienne, the call is about to end. I need you to do this for me. Please. It's important. Drop whatever you're doing and get here as soon as you can. For me."

"I will." she told him.

"Thank you Brienne." I hope to see you soon, he thought.

"Take care of yourself Gendry."

"You too, Brienne. And Brienne...thanks."

The call ended.

Gendry place the phone back in place and ran out of the booth and towards the station.

He felt confident though. He trusted Brienne. He knew she would go through with it, no matter what obstacles crossed her.

He almost felt guilty about making her come all the way over here, but his only comfort was that this was all for Arya.

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Arya stood at the center of the hall, her gun in her hand, pointed straight up in the air.

The music was loud, and the lights were dim. Couples danced around her, glancing occasionally at her , then the gun in her hand, before turning their attention back to dancing.

She fired 3 shots to get everyone's attention.

They all turned to look at her, and she felt a knot in her throat as she prepared to speak.

"Uh..In..Uh..." she stuttered stupidly.

Someone in the crowd cleared their throat loudly and she felt her face heat.

She chewed on her lip to keep calm.

"Uhmm... In a few minutes.. in a few minutes Robert Baratheon will step on stage to give a speech..."

She had everyone's attention. Everyone was staring at her. All eyes, burning holes on her.

"A speech he won't finish. Because someone will shoot him."

No one reacted to that. They just kept on staring at her.

"My father will be blamed. Robert's men will take him to the basement, and kill him."

She surprised herself at how easy it was to speak that with out betraying her pain with her voice. She felt ready to burst.

Still, there was no reaction.

"And..." her voice broke. " I won't be able to stop them." she sobbed out.

Everyone began shaking their heads at her and she starting sobbing harder, chocking out apologies.

Suddendly everyone's attention turned to Robert who was already standing on stage, a bright spotlight on him.

"Ready?" someone spoke into her ear. When she turned, she came face to face with Syrio.

He stretched her hands forward and pointed the gun at Robert.

"Remember to breath. Time your breath with the shot." he said, and then he was gone.

Arya turned to face the stage, where Robert stood.

Her gun pointed straight at him.

She took in a breath.

Then another. And then she shot him.

Arya woke to the shriek of a crying baby.

She was in the train. Sitting next to Gendry.

She put her hands over her face and leaned forward, taking in several deep breaths.

"You ok?" Gendry asked next to her.

She nodded. She didn't want to sleep anymore.

Every time she did, she saw them.

Her father. Robert. The blood.

She didn't want to close her eyes either.

"Are we almost there?" she spoke into her hands. She had been in enough trains to last her a lifetime.

Gendry sighed, and she already knew the answer. "No. It's been like, 4 hours or something." he said.

Arya groaned, sitting up straight and turning in her seat until she heard her back pop.

They had taken a train from London to Paris early Monday morning, where she had to part with her gun.

Arya and Gendry had argued about it, but in reality there was nothing to argue about.

There was simply no way to travel with their guns. All thanks to the x ray checks at the station.

Gendry had bought a small blue bag at one of the shops in the station, where he hid both guns, intending to leave them behind at the station, but as they came near the left luggage department they noticed that they, too, had secure screening.

There was no other choice but to leave the guns behind.

Arya felt like crying as he saw Gendry run out of the station with the small blue bag that held her gun.

It was all she had left of Jon.

The only thing he left behind, and he'd left it to her. And now it was gone.

It made Arya's stomach turn every time she remembered it.

The train they were on now was going to Barcelona. Finally!

Due to weather, they had to stay a night in Paris.

It was the last thing either of them wanted. Her mother could be on her way to Sheffield by now.

If she wasn't there already.

They were depending so much on the "ifs" of the situation.

If they are in Spain.

If they catch up to them.

That's all Arya had thought. And she held on to it.

Gendry promised her that they could practice more self defense again that night at the hotel, so she had something to look forward to. Something to keep her mind off everything and help tire her into a dream less sleep.

They spent their day in Paris shopping for anything they needed. Gendry bought them toiletries, pajamas, a jacket for Arya, and a scarf, gloves and hat set for both of them since it had been snowing when they arrived to Paris, and had still been snowing the morning after, when they left.

Arya looked out of the train window and saw nothing but white. White above and white below. Only a small strip of light trying to seep it's way through the thick clouds.

It was beautiful.

Arya was sure Nymeria would have loved it. She had always been fond of snow. They both were.

Thinking of her dog made her even more homesick than she already felt.

It was like a hole that grew larger the more time went by.

She hoped Mordane and Rickon were taking good care of her.

She missed Rickon. Sansa and Mordane not as much.

Just a little.

Sansa was sure to freak when she saw her short hair. Arya smiled, despite herself.

That was something she looked forward. The look on her family when they saw her.

She closed her eyes and leaned her head back on the seat, relishing the small moment of amusement.

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Brienne lazily walked up the stairs to her apartment, Gendry's small blue bag in one hand, and her car keys in the other.

She was exhausted. The cold had soaked into her bones and the drive had knotted her back. But she had it.

Gendry's blue bag was safe with her, as she had promised.

It was a small accomplishment, but she still felt proud of herself.

She still had no idea what was inside, but she had fought the curiosity the whole drive back to Sheffield, and she told herself she wouldn't snoop.

She slid her apartment key in and turned it, grateful to be home.

The smell of a freshly baked cake welcomed her.

"I'm home!" she called and hung her keys on the key hook by the door, heading straight to her bedroom.

The room was small, but neat. Brienne set Gendry's bag on her dresser and walked to her closet and pulled her shoes off.

"Where have you been?" came the voice from the kitchen.

"I told you, i had to run an errand!" she yelled, shouldering off her thick jacket and hanging it in her closet.

She walked out of her room and towards the kitchen.

Wearing only sweatpants and an apron, stood her roommate, pastry bag in hand, bent over a cake he was carefully decorating with a steady pulse.

"No. All you did was send a text message saying, stuff to do, don't wait up. You never told me anything."

Brienne hadn't yet grown used to sharing her apartment with the handsome young man, and on several occasions, such as this one, she found herself staring at his bare chest.

She tore her eyes away from the exposed skin and her eyes fell on the cake that sat on the table.

"What's the occasion?" she asked as she walked to the table and dipped a finger in the small bowl with leftover frosting.

"It's our one month anniversary!" he said enthusiastically, setting the pastry bag down.

Brienne raised the frosting covered finger to her mouth. "Oh. Nice." she said sarcastically, but he didn't seem to notice.

He was too busy untying his apron.

He pulled it over his head with one hand and tugged down his sweatpants with the other as he walked towards his room.

Brienne's eyes followed him, and she caught a glimpse of his ass before he closed his bedroom door behind him.

"I thought we had rules!" she yelled across the room and walked to the refrigerator to get herself a beer.

He walked out of his room a few moments later wearing a blue shirt and beige slacks. Her favorite outfit on him.

"Huh?" he asked as he walked into her room. "Could I borrow a scarf. Looks like it might snow."

"Rules, Renly. Rules. The naked rules." she said as she followed him into her room. "I'm still a girl. I know we're mates and all, but I don't want to see your scrawny, naked body all the time!" she said.

Renly turned from her closet to face her, an impish smile on his face. "I am not scrawny." he said.

Brienne rolled her eyes and walked to her dresser, pulling a drawer open. "That's just a lie Loras tells you to get into you pants." she pulled out a scarf and tossed it at him.

He laughed at that.

"So what were you doing today?" he followed her out of the room into the living room.

Brienne sat herself on the sofa, taking a swig from her beer. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Renly fixing the scarf around his neck. He was never this curious about what she did.

She wiped her mouth and noticed he still stood there, waiting for her answer.

"I was doing a mate a favor. That's it?"

"Why are you being so dodgy?" he asked.

Brienne's eyes grew wide. "Why are you being so pushy!" she snapped at him.

His eyes fell to the floor. "Sorry."

Brienne closed her eyes. He was so sensitive sometimes.

"You just tell me everything. Without me ever having to ask."

She hated this.

The effect he had over her. How much she cared.

"It really was just that Ren." she assured him.

"I know." he told her.

He drapped his coat over one arm and picked up the cake off the table with the other.

"Don't wait up." he told her and kissed her forehead.

She nodded, her gaze following him out the door.

He turned to her right before closing the door and gave her a small smile, and for a split second, he looked just like Gendry.

It wan't the first time she had noticed it.

The day she started working at the station, Gendry was the first person she noticed, and it had been because of his eerie resemblance to Renly.

A few days later, the men had asked her to tag along for a drink.

That was the night she had kicked the shit out of Theon and Gendry had walked up to her to congratulate her for it. That's when she really got a good look at him.

They both had dark hair, and blue eyes, but Gendry's jaw was squarer and his brows bushier. He was younger too. Not by a lot, though.

At the thought of Gendry, her mind traveled to the blue bag.

Curiosity still nagged at her.

But she wouldn't open it.

She sighed and stood from the sofa, pulling her shirt off, and then her bra, tossing them over her shoulder.

It felt kinda nice to just strip without worrying that someone might walk in. Just like it had been before Renly moved in.

She glanced back at her shirt and bra on the living room floor. She'd pick them up later. She was sure Renly wouldn't return until tomorrow.

Right now she needed a long shower.

She walked towards the bathroom, but something caught her eyes outside the window.

It was snowing. She smiled.

Winter was here.

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Gendry's hand was on her shoulder, guiding her through the tight crowd of people, towards the car rental offices.

The station was loud and too packed due to train delays and cancelations. It was taking forever to move though the people.

Arya could feel Gendry begin to grow frustrated. His jaw was clenched, and he communicated mostly with his eyes.

Something she had strangely grown used to.

His eyes said so much that he could reprimand with one look, as well call her over to him.

Right now, his eyes were saying, "I want to get out of here."

If she walked too far, he caught up and placed his hand back on her shoulder, keeping her as close to him as possible.

He was treating her like a child.

"I think we should try another car rental place." he said into her ear. "I doubt we'll get anything here. This place is mad crowded."

Arya looked around.

He was right.

"Alright!" she yelled, and they began pushing their way to the closest exit.

Outside, snow dusted most surfaces, but it wasn't snowing, so it was very cold.

Arya asked for directions to a near by car rental place, and thankfully there was one very close by.

"She said to take the underground railway. Line 5. We should get off on the first stop."

They ran in the direction the woman had pointed, coming to the stairs going underground.

"What's the place called?" Gendry called up to her. He was a few steps below her.

Arya was trying to keep up with him, but her large jacket made it hard for her.

"Sixt. That what the lady called it." Arya said, accidentally knocking her shoulder against a guy in front of her.

The guy dropped something, but Arya was already too ahead of him to help or apologize.

"Vigila, hijo de puta!" he cried after her.

Arya stopped in her tracks and whirled around.

The guy she had accidentally knocked against and a blonde haired guy, probably his friend, walked down the few stairs between them and Arya, and came face to face with her.

"Que has dicho?" Arya asked, trying to stand as tall as she could.

It was useless. Both guys towered over her.

The one she had accidentally bumped into was the tallest of the two, and fat.

His friend, the blonde, was less intimidating, but almost as tall.

Arya wasn't scared of them though, and she stood her ground.

The fat one pushed Arya back by the shoulder, and she flew down the stairs.

"Oi!" Gendry called as he climbed up the stairs towards her.

The fall had hurt, but she still stood before Gendry reached her.

The two guys walked down to meet Gendry, who stood taller than both, even when he stood a step below them.

Gendry easily was the strongest of the three.

The curly haired one was all fat, and the blonde seemed to be all talk, no action.

Gendry looked down at them, daring either of them to hit him with his eyes.

They rolled their eyes and walk around him and down the stairs, ignoring Arya.

Gendry turned to her, "What's your problem?"

"Nothing!" Arya said.

She wasn't used to having someone look after her this way. She was capable of handling her own. Everyone always told her that.

Yet Gendry had assigned himself the role of her protector and for some reason that filled her with anger. Anger and something else she couldn't identify.

Whatever it was, all it ended up making her do was push. He pulled and she pushed. Pushed away.

She would push away until he stopped pulling.

Until he realized she didn't need help.

She could take care of herself.

They waited a few minutes on the platform before their line arrived and Arya noticed the two fat guy and the blonde guy were standing near by, staring at them.

Gendry seemed to notice it too.

Their metro arrived and Gendry and Arya were the first to walk in as soon as the doors slid open.

They sat right infront of the doors.

To her annoyance, the blonde and the fat guy followed them in and sat across from them, right next to the doors.

They wouldn't stop staring at Arya, and it took all she had inside her to keep from just walking up to them and pushing her fingers into their eyes.

A few more people walked in before the doors closed and the car began to move.

A flute like ring played over the speaker, then a male voice spoke.

Gendry turned to Arya. "What did it say?" he whispered.

Arya shook her head. "Something about the next stop. I didn't catch it."

The blonde snorted at that, making both Arya and Gendry turn to face him.

"It's the first stop right?" Gendry asked. Arya nodded.

It was a short ride, about two minutes, when they saw the platform again.

Gendry and Arya stood before the car came to a stop, ready at the door.

It happened quickly though, but Arya had somehow already expected it.

As soon as they came to a full stop and the doors slid open, the blonde pulled the bag off Gendry's shoulder and ran out of the car, while the fat one pushed Arya to the floor so she would fall infront of Gendry's feet, before running out himself, in the opposite direction.

Gendry stumbled over Arya, but he was out of the car and running in the direction the blonde had gone.

A man helped Arya up and asked if she was ok, but she ignore him and was already running herself.

She ran up the stairs, her steps weighed down by the jacket.

The bag had all of their money. Their papers...

But Gendry was fast, she told herself. He would catch the idiot. He had always caught up to her all those time he had arrested her. And she considered herself to be a fast runner.

Not with this stupid jacket.

As soon as she emerged to the top she caught a glimpse of them turning a corner into another street.

"Gendry!" she yelled after him. But then she lost sight of them both behind a building.

"Bloody hell!" she yelled at her jacket as she tugged it open and threw it on the floor.

It was cold, but she was able to run better.

She ran around the building and caught sight of them again. Way at the end of the street.

The blonde was on the floor and Gendry had the bag.

Arya sighed with relief.

She turned around, headed back the way she came go find her jacket, but something caught her eye through the window of a small pawn shop.

A bell announced her entrance and the man behind he counter looked up from playing his guitar and smiled.

"Buenas tardes." Arya said.

There was two other men behind the display cases. A large man with a stern brow and bad teeth, and a young, red head boy who sat on a small, lit table, fixing what looked like a crossbow.

He glanced up at her quick before turning his attention back to the crossbow.

"Como puedo ayudarte?" the man with the guitar asked in a friendly tone.

Arya walked up to the glass case to the far left of the room and looked inside.

She looked over each gun until one finally caught her eye.

"Cuanto cuesta?" she turned to the man with the guitar and pointed at the gun through the glass.

He chuckled and looked at the large man behind him, then at the red head.

All three if them were staring at her now.

"Quieres comprar un arma?" he asked in disbelief.

She nodded, which made them all laugh.

"Por que diablos quieres un arma" he cried out, still laughing.

Arya bit her lip to keep herself from snapping at them.

A fourth man walked in from the back room. His hair and beard were a tangled mess. He looked as though he had been asleep.

He looked Arya up and down before turning to the guitar man.

"Que esta passant, Tom?" he asked him.

"El chico quiere comprar un arma." the red head answered from where he was. He was clearly amused.

The bearded man turned to Arya again and smiled.

"Este no es un chico." he said and walked around the counter, towards her. She took a step back.

"I know who you are." he said to her in a low voice, before turning to the others. "She's that Stark girl."

"From the news? The daughter of that cop?" the red head asked as he stood.

The bell rang and eveyone turned to the door. Gendry had walked in, the bag once again hanging from his shoulder.

He froze, looking at each of the men before his eyes fell on Arya.

"What are you doing?" he asked her and signaled to the door with his head. She took a step towards him, but the bearded man put his hand on her shoulder.

"Your friend just wanted to see our guns." he told Gendry.

"We're fine. Thank you." Gendry said rudely and held his hand out to Arya. "Lets go." he said sternly.

She shrugged the man's hand off, but by then, the tall man had walked around the room and was now standing between them and the door.

Arya stepped towards him. "Move out of the way, and no one has to get hurt." she said boldly, which brought a roar of laughter from all of the men.

Arya fumed.

"Do as she says," Gendry said, stepping next to her, "We don't want trouble."

"Why, neither do we." said the bearded man behind them. "Right Arya?"

Arya turned to face him. He was smilling down at her. "Lem." he nodded to the man behind Gendry.

She turned in time to see the man hit Gendry in the head with a marble bust.

Gendry fell to the floor.

He was unconscious.

An anger rose inside of Arya at the sight of her unconscious friend that surprised even her.

She let out a cry, and lunged herself at Lem. He lost his balance and fell to the floor.

Her fist began falling repeatedly over his face, and surprisingly, she saw blood pouring out from his nose.

Then arms grabbed her and she was being pulled away from him, but she still punched and kicked and clawed, until she felt a sharp pain in her head, and everything went black.

Translations:

Fat Guy/ Hot Pie: Vigila, hijo de puta = watch it, you son of a bitch

Arya: Que has dicho? = What did you say?

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Arya: Buenas tardes = Good afternoon

Tom : Como puedo ayudarte = How may i help you

Arya: Cuanto cuesta? = How much does this cost?

Tom: Quieres comprar un arma? = You want to buy a gun?

Tom: Por que diablos quieres un arma = What the fuck do you want a gun for?

Harwin: (Catalan) Que esta passant, Tom = What's going on Tom?

Anguy: El chico quiere comprar un arma = the boy wants to buy a weapon.

Harwin: Este no es un chico = This one is not a boy

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AN

So! This in this chapter, i've added some more character. We have Renly, We have our lovely Brotherhood's Tom Sevenstrings, Anguy, and Lem Lemoncloak! WOO

We also have a cameo of Hot Pie and Lommy. Sadly that's the last you'll see of them.

I needed someone to lead Arya and Gendry to the pawn shop, and they fit the part.

I'm really excited about the coming chapters, and I hope you all enjoy them

I want to thank "Solemia" from Madrid and "egaara" from Barcelona, who are being so nice about answering questions I have about Spain and locations and all the good technical stuff.

Let me know how I'm doing!

And for the rest of you! Write a review! Let me know what ya'll think so far.

How do you feel about the new additions? About the pacing? About the Spanish?

Let me know! Like I've mentioned, Reviews fuel me!

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