Hi,

Welcome to the stranded on an island AU that will focus on the unlikely but strangely just works Arya and Tywin Lannister bond. Inspired by those Season 2 scenes of course and Kallypso's work.

The first few chapters maybe familiar to those who read the original. This is a reworking of that story but I needed a fresh start to get it going again. Have the whole plot written so it does have an ending already.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: One Way

Balerion International Airport, King's Landing, Capital of the United Kingdom of Westeros, 2022 AC

Arya gripped the plane ticket like it was the only thing keeping her alive as she watched the in-transit passengers come and go. Waiting for her turn to dash onto the plane.

Her father stifled a laugh beside her, "I don't think I have seen you this excited since I hired Syrio to be your dance tutor."

"You got me tickets to see the House of White and Black perform in Meereen!" Arya said, nearly jumping from her seat.

"Sansa for her birthday got to go to King's Landing and see the Capital's fashion show with your mother so we thought for your birthday it was only fair you got to see your world-famous ballet company perform on their tour of Essos with me."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Arya said, snuggling into her father.

"You are only eleven once, right?" Ned said, putting his arm around her shoulders affectionately as they waited for their plane to be called.

Eddard nudged Arya gently, "Wake up."

She wiped her sleepy eyes and lifted her head from her dad's lap, "Mmmm?"

"We're boarding now. The weather delay is over," Ned gently said, zipping up Arya's small black backpack for her.

"Will first class please make their way to the front desk," came a smooth voice over the speaker.

A family unit of blond-haired people stood up and quickly made their way to the desk.

Arya spied her class mate Myrcella in the group which would mean that the little boy was Tommen and the older one was Joffrey; he was in the same year as Sansa and her reports were not favourable.

The scowling lady ushering them all towards the boarding desk Arya guessed was their mother, though she'd never seen the women pick up or drop off Joffrey, Myrcella or Tommen at school. Arya knew from overhearing her parents one night that Uncle Robert was in the middle of divorcing her.

Leading the group was a tall older man wearing a smart three-piece navy suit. He and Myrcella's mother gave off the same intimidating aura; that was until Myrcella skipped ahead of her siblings and slipped her hand into the older man's. Arya saw the flinch at the contact but Myrcella's upwards smile must have warded off any protests.

"Stark," came a crisp voice.

Both Ned and Arya turned to see an unnaturally pale face staring back at them.

Ned stepped forward and shook the offered hand, "Roose, how are you?"

"Good," Roose shifted his focus to his side as he let go of Ned's hand. "Let me introduce you to my son, Ramsey."

"Pleasure to meet you sir," the devilish young man said as he shook Ned's hand.

"This is my daughter Arya," Ned reciprocated, placing both hands on her shoulders keeping her close to him.

Arya felt both pairs of near translucent eyes settle on her. She gulped and edged back towards her father. Their attention was unsettling. Predatory somehow and the tightening of Ned's fingers into her shoulder indicated he felt it too.

Luckily the awkward silence was broken as a smooth female voice announced, "Will business class please make their way to the front desk."

"That is us," Roose smiled before walking with his son to the waiting stewardess.

Arya watched the father and son amble away, "Something is off about them. I don't like them."

Ned kneeled down and whispered, "I know what you mean and neither do I but he is my business partner so don't tell anyone."

"Your secret is safe with me," Arya said, making a zipping motion across her lips.

Ned ruffled her hair, "Good."

"Will economy class please come to the front desk," boomed around them.

"That's us," Ned said as he watched Arya duck and weave her way towards the desk so she was the first person there.

Ned gave those around him an apologetic look as he made his way to join his daughter who was jumping up and down to see the steward at the desk waving her ticket in the air as she hopped.

Ned didn't like traveling by plane but he would do anything for his youngest daughter and that included getting in a flying tin can.

"Dad are you okay?" Arya asked, noticing his stiff demeanour.

"Yes, flying isn't something I do a lot of," Ned replied, forcing his clenched hands apart.

"Relax Dad. We'll be there soon and tomorrow we get to see something spectacular!" Arya exclaimed, placing her small hand on his as the plane started to move on the runway.

Ned followed Arya's advice and closed his eyes with his hand gently turning his hand to clasp hers as the plane lifted off the ground and started to soar into the sky.

Half an hour later he was snoring beside her and Arya was daydreaming about all the dancers she was going to meet tomorrow on her birthday.

Arya was snapped out of her daydreaming by the clinking of the drink trolley as it made its way down the aisle. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands; she didn't know how long she had been daydreaming but she needed to stretch and move around.

The seatbelt sign was turned off and Arya took that as a sign to go explore. She carefully prised her hand from her sleeping father's grip, unfastened her seat belt and slipped from her seat.

She dodged the coming drinks cart in the aisle and found herself passing through business class.

She saw the pale boy her father had been introduced to earlier chatting to one of the stewards with a glass of dark liquid in his hands. Arya switched to the other aisle and carried on until she reached first class.

Wow, Arya thought. Everything was more spacious, better equipped and there were actual beds as well as seats.

"Arya," she heard someone whisper and turned around to see Myrcella staring at her from one of the luxurious seats. Her little brother was sleeping with his face on the window beside her and she looked really bored.

"Want to do something?" the blond girl asked with a glimmer of hope in her eye.

Arya wouldn't say they were friends at school. They were in the same classes but had different social circles. However, Myrcella was always nice to her when their paths did cross in the school halls and now apparently in plane aisles too.

"You have something in mind?" Arya asked, watching Myrcella unfasten her seat belt and join her in the aisle.

"I have a pack of cards," Myrcella said, holding up a rectangle box and spotting her mother sound asleep a few rows ahead, "Want to play poker?"

"I don't know how to play," Arya admitted, unsure about the game.

"My father taught me; I can teach you?"

"Sure," Arya said just wanting to do something other than wander around the plane.

Myrcella beckoned as she bounced to the spare seats across from where Tommen was lightly snoring.

Myrcella got out a large packet of gummy bears and started to spill them onto the table.

"This will be our money," she said, at Arya's raised eyebrow she added, "I will explain."

Half an hour later and the two girls were laughing and haphazardly calling each other's bluffs and switching between eating and exchanging their sweets.

Myrcella stared at Arya intently trying to read the small girl's wiry smile. She had a good hand but if she lost this round she was out. She could feel the sweat on the back of her neck as she tried to psych Arya out.

Sure, she was a sweet girl but she was still a competitive person. She was still a Lannister.

"She's bluffing," came an authoritative voice from behind her.

Myrcella turned her head to see her grandfather watching the two from his seat, just across from them.

Oh, he has been watching us all this time, Myrcella cringed. She knew her grandfather didn't approve of gambling, especially at her age.

Tywin Lannister vacated his seat and loomed behind his granddaughter in the aisle. Arya pressed her back against the window not knowing what to do with no escape route available.

"She's bluffing Myrcella. Call her out on it," Tywin repeated, not seemingly minding the activity the girls had chosen to amuse themselves with.

"Okay," Myrcella said slowly, pushing in the rest of her sweets to the pot in the middle of the table.

Arya looked from granddaughter to grandfather with a weary expression on her face before placing her cards on the table.

One Ace and a seven.

Myrcella slapped her cards on the table.

Double Kings.

"Yes!" Myrcella said joyously before turning to her grandfather with an awestruck expression on her face, "How did you know?"

Tywin looked down at his granddaughter before his eyes settled on the little Stark, "When she is nervous, she can't control the tapping of her fingers, which I could hear from my seat."

"I'm sorry," Arya said in a quiet voice not looking at the elder Lannister as she forced her fingers to stop their momentum.

"And when she is lying, she can't look you in the eye apparently," Tywin said in a deep tone which caused Arya to look up sharply.

All she saw was a bemused lion who had caught out a lone wolf.

"Grandpa this is Arya Stark, she's a friend from school."

Are we friends now? I suppose we are, Arya concluded in her mind.

"Stark," Tywin said, giving Arya a second look and putting the family jigsaw together, "Well Miss Stark I think it's time you returned to your father."

He backed away from the two girls to return to his seat, having had his fill of unexpected entertainment for the flight. He settled back into his seat and returned to reading the Financial Times newspaper. Myrcella shot Arya an apologetic look as she shuffled around the table to once again sit next to her dozing brother and fasten her belt.

Arya packed away the sweets and slipped into the aisle to offer the pack of cards back towards Myrcella before the blond girl shook her head, "You can keep them. We can play again when we are back at school."

Arya smiled back at the girl now opposite her who had surprised her with her friendliness.

"That would be cool."

Arya, with the bag of sweets in hand and the pack of cards in her pocket, took a few steps back in the direction of economy class passing the wall of newspaper that was now Tywin Lannister. Arya couldn't help but notice that the front page was a picture of himself.

Arya rolled her eyes, Who reads about themself?

A sudden shake of turbulence made her snatch out for his armrest to balance herself and the creasing sound of paper indicated there was a witness now to her struggling advance.

She steadied herself again and tried to walk forward but was thrown suddenly back and only Tywin's outstretched hand stopped her completely falling back.

"Sit down. Put your belt on. You can stay until the turbulence ends," Tywin barked as his face betrayed his annoyance at the interference to his otherwise peaceful journey.

Arya quickly sat down opposite Tywin and fastened the seat belt around her waist firmly. She saw Myrcella comfort Tommen ahead, who had woken up.

As soon as the turbulence stops, she told herself as the plane jerked in one direction then the next, I will find father.

But the turbulence didn't stop and the plane continued to shudder and struggle in the strong winds of the gathering storm outside.

Tommen started to cry loudly.

Arya couldn't hide her inner feelings of worry from her face. She looked across the table and saw the annoyance in Tywin's face be replaced with a growing uneasiness as his grip on the arms of his chair tightened with each passing second.

Then as if a switch had been flicked the turbulence stopped and the plane evened out and returned to swiftly ploughing through the raging storm.

Tywin allowed his hands to stretch over the padded chair arm as the tension he had held started to disperse around his body. He looked to the little girl sat opposite him. She was taking deep breaths and blowing out through her nose.

At least she didn't scream, Tywin thought.

"Miss Stark," he said, gesturing for her to leave the seat and return to where she had come from.

Arya looked pleased to have his leave but before she could unfasten her seatbelt there was a loud bang followed by the sound of metal grinding on metal then an enormous shudder that made the earlier ones feel like nothing.

Tywin gripped the seats arms again with more force this time as his mind spun to understand what had just happened.

This was no turbulence the plane was falling from the sky; the passengers were feeling the loss of pressure and scared screams filled the rushing air.

Arya copied his movement as panic set into her stomach and her eyes darted around the rapidly descending plane. Her eyes crossed paths with Myrcella's who was openly screaming now and saw oxygen masks fall from the ceiling.

But all Arya saw through the wall of dangling yellow masks was Tywin's green eyes lost in thought.

The what was easy to Tywin, a bomb had been onboard the plane. The questions that were stabbing at his mind was the who and the why?

Who had just killed him and why?

Arya sent Tywin a panicked look. She had no idea what to do, what she could even do in this situation and that made her lose control. She started to scream as the plane nose-dived through cloud after cloud until it crashed and everything went dark.

Author's Notes:

This stranded on an island AU begins!

Next Up: The aftermath of the plane crash is revealed and Arya finds a friend in need of help.

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