Game of Thrones: An Uneasy Return
Chapter 3 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.
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Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.
Chapter 3
Arya fidgeted in her seat as she sat in the office. The officer sitting opposite her was busy writing on the report in front of him. This wasn't the first time she had to go to the police station since being found, it was also unlikely to be the last.
Truthfully she was weary of it, especially since her talking to the police didn't seen to be doing anything, it also didn't do much to help improve her temper. Seeing her fidgeting the office spoke.
"Just a little longer, Miss Stark."
She sighed but nodded. "Alright, alright."
The officer paused for a moment before speaking again. "Please, I hope you can understand how important this is."
Arya sighed again but nodded and continued to tell her story. She explained what happened, about how she was kidnapped, what happened to her while captive, how she escaped, it wasn't much, her memories were foggy and seemed almost impossible for her to focus on.
Finally she stopped. "I'm sorry that's...that's all I can remember."
The officer nodded. "I understand; I know this is difficult. We're glad of any information you can provide. Nobody has ever escape the House of Black and White before."
"Gods...I didn't know that." Arya gasped.
The officer replied, confirming his statement, shocking Arya. She had no idea her circumstances were so unique. Now she had to hope that her information really would help the police; all those other people held prisoner, she held the only means of them having any hope of rescue.
Arya glowered as she sat in the back seat of the car, she was finally finished with her interview with the police and now back with her parents as they drove her home. When she made to leave the police station, her mother had tried to help her; which of course, only infuriated her, she knew what she was doing, surely her mother would know that.
'Urgh, they're still at it.' She thought bitterly. 'Still treating me like something breakable.'
She sat, still fuming, unaware of her mother looking back at her in sadness and dismay; of her father's defeated expression as they tried to figure out how they could help their daughter understand their intentions.
No matter what they tried, Arya just lashed out, clearly infuriated by their efforts, despite their best intentions. Trying to calm herself down, Arya considered something that she had begun to notice in the time she was back, especially when she recalled things before her kidnapping.
She bit her lip.'Something has changed...I remember how I fought with them, due to Gendry, the arguments we got into...but that's, that's not happening anymore; it's like. Like they accept Gendry now.'
The thought of that did help her breathe a little easier; it was one less thing to try her patience. Finally they arrived home and Arya began to get out of the car. She felt a hand, her mother's most likely, on her arm and yanked her arm back.
"I can get out by myself, mum." She snarled before climbing out of the car and heading straight back into the house.
Cat and Ned followed her, still dismayed, it looked as if things were going from bad to worse.
Sure enough, as they feared, Arya's temper flared up once again. They weren't quite sure what happened, but clearly she wasn't happy with the outcome and was yelling again.
"Urgh, look, can you just drop it!" She cried out. "I'm fine!"
Biting his lip, Bran tried to speak up. "Arya."
She turned to him, snapping. "What?!"
Bran shook his head. "I get that it's tough, I know what you're going through..."
"No you don't. I'm blind, not stuck in a wheelchair thanks to some drunk driver." She snarled. "You don't know a god-damn thing, Bran!"
With that she left, making her way upstairs; remarkably still able to move quickly, despite not being able to see where she was going. Ned and Cat shared a helpless look, the rest of the family sat awkwardly, looking even more worried. Bran bit his lip.
"Gods..."
Sansa turned to him. "Bran..."
Bran sighed. "How can we help her understand, I mean, what she said?"
"It's alright, she didn't mean it...Don't worry, I'll talk to her." Sansa replied.
This startled everyone, so too did the rather steely look in Sansa's eyes.
"Sansa…?" Ned began.
"It'll be fine dad, trust me." Sansa replied. "This gets sorted, here and now."
With that Sansa turned and began to make her way upstairs; leaving the others perplexed and wondering just what Sansa had in mind.
Sansa didn't even bother to knock on the door, she simply opened it and stepped into the room, closing it behind her as she talked.
"Arya."
Her sister was lying on her bed, still seething. She sat up, tense, anticipating a challenge, or threat.
"Sansa, what now?" She remarked, sounding exasperated.
Sansa did not back down however. "I just want to talk."
"Of course you do." Arya replied darkly. "What about, my blindness, how I should be grateful you're all helping me."
Sansa glared; finally decided she'd had enough, she wasn't putting up with this any more.
"Enough."
Arya leapt to her feet. "I..."
"No Arya!" Sansa suddenly yelled. "I'm done with your crap, just shut up and listen for a change!"
To hear such words from Sansa, let alone for Sansa to lose her temper like this startled Arya so much, she did just that.
All the same, her thoughts reflected her startled nature. 'What the fuck, Sansa...since, when is she…?'
"We want to help you, but if you don't want us to, just say so." Sansa said.
Arya shook her head. "Excuse me, I..."
"I get it, you're angry, but listen." Sansa cut her off; rather suddenly. "You do need help in some things, others maybe not so much. At the very least just tell us you don't want help with something and we'll leave it, alright, there's no excuse to snap at us!"
"What?" Arya choked out.
Sansa sighed but then explained; suddenly calmer than before. "We're family; we were so worried, now you're back and we're sacred of losing you again, in any way. We're trying to help, but Gods help us, maybe we're clumsy. But that's no excuse for your behaviour. If you don't want us to do something, just say so."
Silence followed Sansa's words as Arya sat back down on the bed, still shocked at everything that had just happened.
Finally it was like something clicked in Arya's brain.
'She's….she's right and not just about my family...Gendry's the same...'
"Well?" Sansa said at last.
Biting her lip Arya finally spoke. "Y-you're right, Gods...Sansa..."
She couldn't help herself, this time the tears spilled forth. Sansa smiled softly and hugged her; Arya instantly replied in kind.
"I'm sorry." Arya managed to choke out through sobs.
Sansa tightened her hold slightly and prayed that at last, the sister she remembered would return.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.