I've become interested in searching up the actors and actresses in GOT and when I saw where they came from (such as Wales, Scotland, Ireland and obviously London), I just had to have them in the story. I hope you enjoy! I also hope that it brings light to how they talk and act.
"Miss Stark?" An Irish voice asked.
Sansa stopped and raised her head to look at the policeman in front of her, her attention leaving her keys.
"Yes?"
"Sorry, you're Sansa, right? Not Arya?"
Ygritte rolled her eyes. "She's Sansa, not Arya."
The policeman nodded and gestured to her front door. "Your brother called and well, I've just got here. Was about to knock. Do you mind if we go in?"
Ygritte snatched the keys from Sansa's hand and easily opened the door, allowing the policeman to enter.
"Come on, love. I'll stick the kettle on whilst you speak with him."
Sansa finally willed her legs to move, entering her home to find Osha cleaning up from lunch.
"What's going on?"
"And you are?" The policeman asked her.
Osha gave him her ID card before turning to Sansa and Ygritte. "Osha Connelly, agency nurse for Brandon Stark. Why is the police here, Sansa?"
Sansa swallowed deeply. "Arya's missing, Osha."
The brunette sighed and dumped the wet rag back onto the table. "I'll keep Bran busy with YouTube videos, yeah? Keep us updated."
The policeman gestured for Sansa to sit down as Ygritte laid out teas in front of them.
"I'm Detective Inspector Davos Seaworth. My colleague PC Payne will be up soon."
"Okay," Sansa breathed out.
"When was the last time you saw your sister?"
"This morning," she said, taking a sip of her tea. "I wanted to drop her off but our brother decided to. He normally waits until she steps into the building but he had to head straight to work due to an emergency."
DI Seaworth nodded and jotted down what she told him inside his little notebook. He took note of the photographs scattered around the room, his eyes settling on one of Arya in her school uniform and a frown playing on her lips. It looked like a routine school photograph.
"Is that the most recent photograph of Arya?"
Sansa nodded as she went to retrieve it for him. She held it in her hand for a short while before handing it over for Davos to slip into his suit pocket.
"Was Arya acting strange this past couple of days? Was there anything out of the ordinary that happened which may have contributed to her leaving?"
"Our brother, Bran, was taken into hospital after a seizure. I said some hurtful things to her and she ran off but we made up like we always do. We even played Monopoly last night after she came back from her friend's café. Jon's over there now to speak with his mother in case she stopped by. She's close to this friend but he's at school. Apparently, he was the one who sounded the alarm because Arya has never missed a day of school. As much as she hates it, she hates being home too. With Bran being unwell and... all..." She knew she was rambling so she took a long sip of her tea.
Davos took a sip of his own tea before turning back to her and asking, "So, you are sure that you haven't contributed to her disappearance?" When he was met with a nod he continued with, "And what of your older brother? Do he and Arya have a good relationship?"
Sansa chuckled lightly. "They're thick as thieves. But with Jon working long shifts, they barely have time together but they have a great relationship, even better than mine with her. To be honest, it's always Arya and me who butt heads. She never does with Bran nor Jon."
"Okay. Apart from her friend's café and school, is there anywhere she is known to go to?"
"Jon's mate, Sam. She sometimes babysits for him and his wife when she needs a breather from us. Or her old fencing club. Or even her horse riding place. I'll write down the addresses. I doubt she'll go there though, she hasn't since..."
"Since...?" Davos pressed.
Sansa turned away before she replied quietly with, "The deaths of our eldest brother, parents and youngest brother. She and Bran witnessed our brother and his wife dying before our little brother killed himself. That was last year."
"Do you think that the pressure has finally got to her and she's responding to that tragedy?"
"I don't know! You're the cop."
Davos sighed. "Sorry. I know that this is distressing for you but we have to get an idea of what is happening in your sister's head. We also need to rule out kidnap so is there anyone who may have wanted to harm your sister? Do you know if she was being bullied?"
There was a knock on the door and Ygritte rolled her eyes before answering and letting Davos' colleague in. He quickly introduced himself and sat beside his superior on the small sofa across from Sansa and Ygritte.
"Urm," Sansa frowned, swallowing deeply. "To be honest, she keeps to herself. She's not as open as she used to be. I'm sure she's not being bullied though, she's friends with the toughest guy in their school. Also, she's been taught in self-defence. Uh, she has a boyfriend though. Jon and I don't know who he is but his name begins with 'G'."
Sansa watched as Davos wrote down 'G' onto his notepad before flicking it closed and finishing his tea.
"Right, I'll chase things up whilst my colleague stays here with you. Just in case she comes back home. I'll see you soon."
As Ygritte saw Davos out, Sansa watched as Podrick Payne recorded all of what he was seeing from photographs to what they ate.
"Is that really necessary?" The Irishwoman frowned as PC Payne searched through the drawers in the living room where bills and junk mail laid.
PC Payne nodded. "It is. Just to get an idea. Would your sister have been worried about bills or food?"
"No. This isn't child abuse here. Arya's seventeen, not eighteen although she's nearly an adult herself too..."
"I'm not saying that it is, child abuse I mean," Payne blushed. "Can I look in her bedroom?"
Sansa blushed herself as she slowly stood up and headed to the room she shared with her sister.
"I'll have to be in the room. Half of the stuff is hers and the other half mine. We-We share."
She didn't have to look at Ygritte to know that she was probably shaking her head in amusement and disgust.
What did she expect? That their flat had endless of rooms like their former family home?
Their flat was a quaint three bedroom with one bathroom flat where Bran and Jon each had their own rooms as Bran had special equipment as support and Jon needed to sleep as best as he could to tackle those long shifts at the hospital so that left the girls sharing. They hadn't ever minded but lately, Arya was a light sleeper and most nights, the both of them would stay up in silence. There were even times when they would join Jon in his room to watch movies on his computer and they'd fall asleep, resting on each other.
It was thorough but PC Payne quickly searched through Arya's side of the bedroom, even stopping by to make a note of her diary.
"Does she write in this often?"
"No. She hasn't since she was sixteen. She keeps it for sentimental value."
Podrick flicked through it and stopped at a certain page before lifting it up to show her.
"Do you know a Gendry?"
Sansa nodded, a frown playing on her lips. G? "He's our godfather's son. We've known him all our lives. He's my age, twenty-two but a couple of months younger."
"Well, this page shows her name and his written inside a heart. I'll call DC Seaworth to chase up where he is."
Sansa walked up to him and took the diary from his hand. She and Jon had always respected Arya's privacy but had they been so blind? When had there ever been a romance blossoming between their high-strung, quiet sister and this charming model with a large Instagram following?
Is he the reason you ran away from us? Do you hate us that much, Arry? Sansa let a few tears fall down her cheeks, some landing on the page and ruining the ink on the page.
...
"Jon, Elliot called me and told me what happened. Have you had any news yet?"
Jon shook his head as he went up to the till where Elliot's mother was. He closed his eyes for a couple of seconds before opening them and looking at her.
"I've just called Sansa and the police. I'm just heading to all of Arya's favourite spots to go... Hey, does a 'G' come here?"
Elliot's mother beamed. "Oh, you mean Gendry? He comes in to meet Arya. Only when she's here although, he came here a couple of times over the weekend."
"Gendry Baratheon comes to meet Arya?"
"Yeah. They're a lovely couple... Wait, you didn't know they were together?"
"No. I didn't even know she had a boyfriend. Hey, have they talked about Arya going somewhere?"
Nikolina shook her head with a frown. "No. I normally hear everything, ears like a bat, you know. But they were being very secretive yesterday, whispering and all."
"Thanks, Nikolina. I'll keep you updated for you to pass onto Elliot. And tell him that I say thanks for sounding the alarm."
"No problem. Good luck. If it comes to anything, I'll ask Tim to head out and help."
"Thanks," Jon replied before leaving.
He sent a quick text to Dany before making his next stop. Home.
When he got there, he was met with Ygritte smoking outside. He didn't know why she was here but he didn't care. He wanted her gone.
"What are you doing here?"
"Sansa called me," she said slowly as if she was pondering whether or not to lie to him.
But Jon knew better. "You're lying. What are you doing with my sister?"
"Nothing. We got to know each other a little better after I returned your phone. We're friends. Now, if you would excuse me, I better head up to see what PC Plod is doing so he doesn't annoy your sister too much."
Begrudgingly, he followed her upstairs back to his flat to see the policeman on his radio and Sansa nervously biting her nails.
"Sansa..." Jon greeted her with a tight hug and a kiss on top of her head. "We'll find her, yeah?"
Sansa glanced at him, the light in her eyes dimming. It was just that morning when they were happier than they had been in ages. That she and Arya were closer than ever after they had bonded over the weekend.
"She hates us. Maybe she doesn't want to be found..." She trailed off, looking out the window as Jon's arms continued to wrap tightly around her.
Her stomach growled and she blinked, surprised at the sudden noise.
"I'll go get yous lunch, yeah? Stay put," Ygritte told them, getting her coat on before slipping her handbag over her shoulder. "Sansa, if you hear anything, just give me a bell, love. You too, Jonny."
After she left, Jon turned to face Sansa with a disapproving glance. The only reason that his ex-girlfriend would be in his home with his sister as if she was planting modelling ideas into her head. He could read his siblings like a book being the black sheep of the family. But lately, Arya had become unreadable and Sansa... Well, she became so readable Jon was sure she was going to explode one day with all the thoughts in her head.
"You took up modelling?"
Sansa gasped, unsuspecting of what was said to her. She'd been in her own little world, her mind drifting to whether her sister had eaten lunch or not. She remembered their mother worrying about the same thing with Rickon. He'd been diabetic and whenever the elder children babysat, they had always been careful as to ensure he had all he needed and he had taken his insulin on time.
"Don't be mad, Jon. I was desperate. I quit my job at Tesco's. I've kept the pub job just in case as I can work any hours that I need to but we're really tight for money, aren't we? I've seen the bills that you don't show me. I'm just relieved that you haven't gone to a loan shark otherwise we'd be completely screwed."
"Sansa, I'm supposed to be the head of this family. I'm supposed to worry about money, not you... But I guess it's too late to change your mind so did you like it? Was it everything you expected it to be?" He asked her as he released his grip on her.
Sansa nodded with a small but sad smile. "And more... I did ten shots for an online fashion store and got a thousand quid straight in my bank account. I was going to treat Arya for her eighteenth with her fencing lessons and a girls' day out..."
Jon sighed, wrapping his arm around her shoulders as he brought her in for a hug. He was relieved though. He could trust Robert to keep Sansa safe from the harsh realities of modelling but right now, he couldn't trust the guy's son, Gendry.
"She might've run away with Robert's son, Gendry."
"I know," Sansa replied. "I read her diary for the first time in years."
Then something clicked in her mind.
She stood up abruptly and went back to her shared bedroom to retrieve Arya's diary. Returning back to her seat, she let Jon look over her shoulder as she flicked through page after page.
"She used to write about all her favourite places after we'd go. Dorn, Braavos, Storm's End near Devon..."
Her finger stopped at a particular page, a couple of pages before Arya had stopped writing in her diary completely.
"Listen to this, Jon. And you PC Payne." She cleared her throat. "'I was somebody here in Braavos. They treated us like royalty. Normally people would overlook me to look at Sansa and her beauty but not here where they favoured brunettes over redheads. For once, I was the beautiful sister and not ugly. For once, I was not overlooked. When I leave school, I'll love to go to Braavos University and after I've graduated, I will live here forever. With Gendry, my prince.'"
PC Payne immediately got onto his radio, shouting orders that airports, train and coach stations should be checked. In the eyes of the law, Arya was still a child. And Gendry was kidnapping her.
...
Arya gripped Gendry's hand tightly as they weaved through and past people. The coach station was full and it almost made her anxious but Gendry's warm hand in hers calmed her and they continued on their way before finally making it to the queue to buy tickets.
"I'm Mercedene Stone," Arya started as she held up her fake ID card.
"Clovis Hunt. And if people ask, my mother wanted me to be a girl." He joked receiving a smile from Arya.
After they had got their tickets, they quickly boarded the coach to Glasgow before getting a connecting coach to Braavos. She wasn't taking any chances.
"I love you, Arya," Gendry whispered into her ear.
She looked up at him and smiled, grabbing his hand and squeezing it tightly as she took a deep breath in and out.
"We'll be free. To do whatever we want," she whispered back before they kissed and leant their heads against each other.
"Did you say goodbye?"
Arya shook her head. "I don't need to. They'd understand. Maybe one day I will explain myself but for now, they need to work things out for themselves. They just don't understand that this is my happy ending yet. They need to find theirs. Did you say goodbye?"
"No. I love my dad but he could tell I wasn't happy doing what he wanted me to do. All I've ever wanted was to live a simple life of a mechanic. I had dreams of owning my own garage."
"I had dreams of becoming an Olympic fencer..." Arya said quietly. "But we're going to go for those dreams, yeah? Dreams of gold and we won't take no for an answer. I'll be in the Olympics and you will own our garage so sometimes, I'll help you fix cars and whatever that needs fixing."
Gendry laughed, kissing her nose as she squinted back with a slight squeal.
"You're too cute. That's one of the things I love about you."
"And you're too soft. Unfortunately, not one of the things I prefer about you," she teased lovingly.
...
It was ten at night and they still hadn't received word of Arya's whereabouts. They'd leave it until tomorrow morning to sound out the alarm on the news.
Ygritte had returned with lunch and dinner and left, promising to come back in the morning to offer her support. For once, Jon appreciated her help.
Osha had left as well after Sansa paid her two hundred pounds for her troubles. She too offered to come back the next morning to help them with Bran so they could divert all their focus on Arya.
PC Plod, as Sansa now liked to refer to him after he'd been insulted many times by Ygritte for his 'incompetence' remained at the flat, sometimes going outside to look around the building before coming back upstairs to inform them that he still hadn't got any visual.
As Sansa washed their dishes from dinner and Jon tended to Bran, PC Payne told them that he was leaving but would return in the morning.
After he let himself out, Jon decided to speak.
"Are you happy with modelling?"
"Very. But that doesn't mean I'll do what the other models do. I'm just doing it because I enjoy it and to be honest, I'm naturally pretty right?"
Jon chuckled. "As your brother, I'm inclined to agree."
"Good. Maybe we should let Arya be for now."
"After I've given her a stern talking to but for now, I want all of us under this roof."