North Winter High School vs South Summer High School

by ThomE.Gemcity-06

Set in the Modern World of NWHS. NWHS & SSHS are rival schools. Trying to get some info, Jon and Robb send their sister Arya in disguised as a boy to get the dirt, but is quickly found out by another student Gendry Waters. Does he turn her over, or join her cause? Includes: major swearing, minor violence (& slight gender bending).

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a/n: Set in the Modern World of NWHS, alternate.

Index:
NWHS = North Winter High School
NW(H) = North Winter (High)
SSHS = South Summer High School
SS(H) = South Summer (High)

Ages are as listed:

Robb - 17
Jon - 17
Sansa - 15
Arya - 14
Bran - 10
Rickon - 8
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Gendry - 17
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Joffrey - 15
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North Winter High School
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South Summer High School

Chapter 5: —
Mission Status: Recessed

Thursday morning, though Arya wanted to do anything but, she went to NWH for the day. Sitting through class all day, doing something as mundane as schoolwork as the anticipation for the coming night coursed through her body, made that simple task five times more difficult. But it made it all that much easier knowing that Robb and Jon and Gendry were feeling the same as her. She got called on twice in class and had been too busy thinking several hours ahead in the day to have the answer, and got scolded in front of the class. When lunch came around, she texted with Gendry for a bit, but none of it had to do with tonight. In her P.E. class they played Dodge Ball with those real rubber balls and she got hit in face three times.

When the school day was over, the two Starks and Snow converged at the car at the same time. It wasn't like if they got out of there quicker, that night would fall faster, but they felt the need to anyways. When they arrived at Winterfell Manor, Gendry was already waiting for them at the gate, sitting atop the stone wall that surrounded the estate.

As Jon braked in front of the curb Arya jumped out and entered the code into the gate. After the gate opened and her two brothers drove through, she stayed behind and waved at the other teen. Gendry leapt down from the wall casually, his hands shoved into his uniform trouser pockets.

"Hey," he said as the stepped through the path gate.

She gave a small smile in response. "What are you doing here so early? SSH is at least an hours walk, 45 minutes if you cut through the park." She stopped suddenly and gave him a worried blink. "Did something happen?"

He looked over at her with a arched dark brow. "Perceptive of you, Arya."

"Well?" Her tone wasn't unkind.

He rolled his eyes in annoyance, but not at her, something else. "I got into it with the little shit today." A shudder went through her at his turn of phrase. "Sorry." He grimaced at the reminder as well. "He kept on pestering me about you—well, not you, Arry-you—anyways, he kept going on and on about what he was going to do to you once you came out of hiding and my temper got the best of me."

She waited but he didn't say anymore; her worry was rising. "What happened?" she insisted.

He glanced away and rubbed the back of his neck. "I got suspended," he admitted.

"You what?!" She exclaimed. "Why? What did you do?"

"He just wouldn't shut the fuck up! He just kept going on and on like a mosquito buzzing in my ear. I can usually ignore him most of the time, but I couldn't let the things he was saying slid. So I gave him a shove into the lockers and Tywin happened by; I got suspended for three days."

"Joffrey's all bark until his target gets taken down by someone else and then he strikes—he's like a fucking vulture. He waits for someone else to do all the work, then steps in, takes a few swings, and claims the victory. Just like you said—a mosquito!" She gestured with her hand, confused and frustrated. "So why would you do something so stupid, especially with what's happening tonight. So why not? They're just words!"

He gritted his teeth and looked back down at her, his arms crossed tight over his chest. "Because they were about you, Arya!" He snapped. "I couldn't just let him get away with saying those things about you." He made an anger gesture of his own, growling in frustration.

"What?" She baulked at his words, unsure what meaning she should be taking from them; the fact that he felt the need to protect her or the he felt the need to protect her. She didn't know yet just which one was which, but after a brief second of her brain stalling, her ego kicked to the fore. She narrowed her eyes. "I can take care of myself! How many times do I have to tell you that I can and have taken down guys bigger than you? Joffrey's a twig compared, so I don't need you trying to protect me like I'm some helpless maiden!"

He looked at her disbelieving for a moment before his electric blue eyes narrowed. "That's what you care about? Your reputation? I got suspended!" He pointed to himself.

"Well that wasn't my fault!" She protested. "You were the one stupid enough to get into a fight."

"Defending you!"

"I just told you that I don't need to be defended, I can take care of myself! You put me and that asshole in a room, who do you think is going to walk out? Huh? Me, that's who! So you got yourself suspended for no fucking reason, Gendry!"

"My reason was good!" He yelled at her, his chest heaving. "I do not regret shutting Joffrey up about the way he was talking about you, even if you do."

They glared daggers at each other, the electricity in the air around them nearly physical; and just as suddenly as the fight was in her, it wasn't. Her shoulders slumped and she let out a long breath. "Fine." She grasped the lapels of her blazer lightly in her hands, her grey eyes no longer narrowed so harshly. "Whatever. Regret it, don't regret it. You were there and I wasn't; I don't know what he was saying—and I know you're not gonna tell me—but if it was bad enough for you to react that way, then there's nothing I can do about it. So... sorry."

Gendry's eyebrows shot up so fast the girl was surprised they didn't fly off his head. He opened his mouth, but seemed to think better about whatever he was going to say, and simply said. "That's alright,"

"What the fuck are you two doing?" Robb demanded, standing in the open doorway and giving Gendry a hint of a stink-eye.

"Untwist your panties, would you?" Arya called back with a smirk and her brother went a little red. "It's called talking."

Robb stuck his tongue out at her. "Just hurry it up, we got work to do." And he vanished back into the house, leaving the front door open.

She rolled her eyes as she looked back at Gendry, but started walking up the path before Robb probably annoyed Jon into coming out. Big brothers could be so annoying! What did they think the two of them were doing out here anyway? Jeez! Gendry followed her, a smirk playing on his lips.

The two brothers weren't in the kitchen or living room, but there was a ruckus coming from the den downstairs, so that was where the pair headed. They paused at the foot of the steps at the scene before them.

"So this is what you meant by work, huh?" Arya said in derision, her arms crossed over her chest and a brow arched.

Robb had Jon pinned to the floor on his stomach, his shirt tugged over his head and tangling the teen's arms, as the Stark was drawing on his back in permanent marker. Robb froze and slowly looked over his shoulder at them, an impish look on his handsome Tully face. Distracted, Jon bucked the other teen off him, yanked his shirt down from his head and grabbed a couch cushion that had fallen to the floor in their previous struggle. He spun around, whopping Robb right in the face with it before the teen could hold up his arms in defence, knocking him flat. Jon quickly leapt on the boy's chest, the marker in hand and as Robb struggled beneath him, wrote on his forehead.

"Jon!" Robb protested, finally shoving the other boy off.

Jon went willingly, leaning back against the foot of the couch as he recapped the marker, a satisfied look on his face as Robb scrambled around for a reflective surface.

Arya plopped on the couch beside Jon and Gendry sat next her.

"What'd you write?" She wondered as Robb ran to the small half-bath that was down here.

"Jackass." Jon sniggered just as Robb exclaimed, "Fuck, Jon, you asshole!"

Arya laughed with the two teens as the water started running in the bathroom and Robb tried to wash the marker from his face.

"So, Gendry, did you skip last period or something?" Jon asked, looking across to the teen.

"He got suspended, the idiot." Arya deadpanned before the teen could speak up.

"What? Why for?"

Gendry opened his mouth, but again it was Arya that spoke before him. "The idiot shoved the dick into the lockers and got caught." She shook her head in disgust.

"Wow, that was stupid." Jon agreed while Gendry sighed and rolled his eyes, made a 'whatever' gesture and leaned back on the couch. "But good job anyways." He winked, the Waters boy started to smile. "Still stupid though," he said quickly when Arya shot him a look.

"I can't believe you wrote that on my face, man!" Robb sulked, finally coming out of the bathroom. His forehead was rubbed raw, but you could still read the work 'Jackass' despite it being slightly faded.

"Whatever, you're the one who started it. I was just minding my own business when you jumped me." Jon scoffed, blowing his curly bangs from his eyes in a puff of breath.

"What did you draw on him anyways?" Arya wondered, and without permission, she leaned over, shoved Jon forward and tugged his rumpled shirt to his shoulders. "Oh my Gods!" She laughed.

"What? What is it?" Jon asked, trying to look over his shoulder and see it too, but obviously failing.

Gendry leaned over for a look too and let out a bark of laughter. "You totally deserve what you got, Robb!"

"Would somebody just tell me what the fuck it is?!" Jon demanded, glaring over a Robb who was still glowering but smirking a little as well.

"Well... it's a crude drawing of a..." Arya bit her lip, reluctant to say for feeling both sympathy for her brother and the laughter in her throat. "Penis!" She put him out of his misery.

"What! Are you fucking serious?" Arya let his shirt fall back down. "You bastard!" He glared at Robb.

"At least its not on your forehead." Gendry tried to point out the bright side.

"Yeah... lucky." But Jon still didn't seem too happy about it. He didn't know the exact spot where the—drawing—was, so how the hell was he going to wash it off in the shower? He was going to be walking around with a penis on his back for a few days, the only consolation was that Robb had it on his forehead.

"Did you hear what we were talking about?" Arya asked her Stark brother.

"Yeah, I heard." Robb dropped down into a beanbag that sat in the corner, luckily it wasn't the one that Arya had yet to sew, and glowered at Jon. "Does it mean our plan for tonight is going to be pushed back?"

"Not at all." Gendry said. "Getting suspended changes nothing."

Xx

Mission Status: Continued

When Robb and Jon went to pick up Bran and Rickon from their team practices, Gendry helped Arya in the kitchen with supper like a gentleman—or more like, he was a way better cook than her so he ended up bossing her around—which she took with as much grace as Arya Stark could to taking orders. By the time her four brothers got home, the dishwasher was full and the sink stacked with pots and pans.

"Be greatful, you cavemen!" Arya grumbled when the sat in the dinning room and the four boys didn't even say anything, but dug right in. And they did look like a bunch of unmannered cavemen, the girl was surprised that Rickon didn't hit Robb over the head with the serving spoon when they reached for it at the same time—but she understood what they were on about, Gendry's cooking could rival even that of Catelyn Stark's. But Gendry didn't seem to mind, he actually looked happy as he ate and watched the rest of them eat, eating at a slower pace like Arya. Mother always said a reaction like this to her cooking was a stroke to her ego as a cook—that or they were just a group of growing boys who just shovel whatever food is in front of them without tasting—and on one blue moon, she even joked that she could put a deceased fish in front of her sons and they probably wouldn't even realized until they were sick in the toilet later.

After supper was finished, she made her brothers do the dishes while she answered the call from mother and father. It always seemed that when their parents went away, it fell to Arya to cook their meals on the simple fact that she was female (stupid boys) and that unlike Sansa who couldn't even boil water, make toast without burning it let alone a meal for herself and five others, she could do all those; Rickon was too young to cook, mother didn't like Bran using the stove without supervision, Robb could boil water and make toast but it was just trouble when you tried to get him to make a group meal, Jon was the only one who had the same level of skill in the kitchen as Arya. So whoever were the ones who hadn't cook got to clean up—just because they had a lot of money and a huge house, didn't mean they had maids and butlers on call—the Starks believed in doing things themselves, in earning their keep, so they did most things themselves (but thank the Gods for the dishwasher).

Before their plan could be put into action, they had to wait for dark to fall, Mr. Luwin to check on them and Sansa to return home to keep an eye on Bran and Rickon—as much sense as that made. So while they waited, getting everything together, going over their plan once more. They were all anxious, the anticipation building up, making them restless—it was a rollercoaster, the adrenaline that started to flow through your body as you slowly inched up that steep incline, getting ever closer to the steeper drop on the other side.

It was 7:30 p.m. when Mr. Luwin checked in with them; the streetlights came on around the same time, but it didn't grow fully dark until nearly 9:00 p.m.; and Sansa came home from Jeyne's not long afterward, heading straight for her room ignoring them all, but not before she shot them a disdainful look at making her come home early to watch her annoying brothers.

Mission Juliet: Crossing The Threshold

They donned dark clothes, Gendry borrowing some from Robb because he was broader in the shoulders and chest than Jon who was leaner. And packed everything into the car.

Jon parked the car in a nearly deserted parking lot two blocks from SSHS, and the group walked on the opposite side of the property. They needed to make their entry about two-minutes after Pycelle passed by the front gate, so like a bunch of criminal—with a good cause—they huddled behind a hedge that was growing opposite the school and waited. Arya couldn't help but think that in the dirt and dark with bugs was better than being stuck in SSH's bathroom for nearly two hours.

They saw the light of Pycelle's flashlight first, before he came shuffling along through their view through the wrought iron gate.

"Jesus fuck, can this guy move any slower or what?" Robb whispered impatiently, his voice sounding as if through a microphone, but it was the three others' hisses to shut up that made the crickets go quiet. They all froze and a few seconds later the bugs started up again. "How is this dude a security guard? He must be like a hundred years old." The teen whispered again, quieter still.

"He probably is," Gendry muttered, still as a rock as Pycelle was only halfway across the front of the school, still shuffling.

"How is he supposed to guard anything, he can barely walk."

"This school has the Lannisters written all over it, and no one crosses the Lannisters."

"Well, that's changing tonight." Jon murmured, his voice hard.

Arya didn't see why they would need a security guard in the first place. NWH didn't have one (though after what happened with the cats, the groundskeeper double-checked all the doors and windows before he left for the night), what could this school have that needed guarding? And anyway, if they were going to go through all the trouble of hiring a guard, why wouldn't they make it someone who was younger and stronger, someone who could actually do something if somebody tried to break into the school? It didn't make any sense, and Arya got an uneasy feeling in her stomach, but said nothing to others, they'd probably think she was just scared—which she wasn't.

She groaned internally, maybe they should have spent last night staking the place out like they did in the movies, to study Pycelle's routine, his route. Gendry had told them that Pycelle just transversed the perimeter of the school, inside the school grounds once an hour—and that was just what the old man was doing so the boys saw nothing to worry about, so she put it to the back of her mind for later.

"Finally!" Robb breathed, when Pycelle disappeared from view and a moment later, the beam of his flashlight around the corner as he shuffled on. "Alright, let's go."

They came out of hiding, the wind masking the rustling of the leaves and crept across the empty street and stopped at the closed private gate that stood next to the main gate. This was the one that Gendry had the code to.

"Moment of truth." Gendry carefully typed in the code to the keypad, the others getting angsty about being out in the open, shinning a dime flashlight on it to see. He glanced back at the others and Arya gave him a firm nod, he pressed the enter button and they held their breath for a moment as nothing happened and they waited to the cops suddenly skid up or attack dogs to be released, but inside the little red-light blinked green and there was a click as the lock on the gate was released.

There was an explosion of breaths and Gendry pushed the gate open, not a creak sounded, the hinges thoroughly greased. They closed the gate behind them, it clicking locked again, so that when Pycell came around again, he wouldn't notice anything amiss—unless he was short-sighted, at his age it was probable. The rushed for the front steps and Gendry was up again, for the main entrance there was a key and a code that was needed. The code was different from the gate so the teen had to glance at his cheat paper to make sure he had it right first. The key he used was a copy that he'd gotten done at the mall without Robert even noticing it was missing.

When he pulled the door open, no klaxon and red-flashing alarm went off and they quickly slid through the doors. They closed behind the group, and the only light was coming through the door windows behind them from the streetlights.

They each turned on their own flashlights, brighter than the previous one and made there way down the hall, Gendry leading the way with the other following.

When they got to the end of the hall, the mural lit by the flashlight beams, Jon and Robb's intake of breaths at seeing it firsthand were audible, coursing with anger.

"Those bastards!" Robb hissed.

Mission Kilo: Supply Run

"Let's put these Lannisters in their proper place." Jon growled. "Arya, you and Gendry go get the paint and brushes that we need, you know the colours, and me and Robb with get the papers up. Keep your lights to the floor, and all our cells are already linked, so we're just a button away."

Stark and Waters nodded, and the pair headed right down the hall towards the Art room, as the brothers started unpacking the paper from the backpack that Jon had on, Arya the other.

They kept their flashlights low to the floor as they walked the long stretch of empty hall. The place was oppressing in the day, but it felt just plan creepy now in the dark—she was trying not to think of horror movies taking place in schools just like this with someone coming out of the classroom with a chainsaw or something.

"Yeah, I guess." Gendry murmured, startling Arya a little.

"What?" She whispered.

He glanced at her. "It does have a creepy shadowing at night like this." He said a she realized she must have said it out loud.

"Oh." Was her reply as they finally made to the Art room.

Gendry had copied another key, the universal one that Robert had, but it only pertained to the classrooms on the first floor, leaving out supply closets, the office, teachers lounge etc. They crouched low to the floor because the were at the back of the school, and about fifty feet down the hall were the back doors, which had big windows and Pycelle should be shuffling around back there by now.

He opened the class door and they crawled in. They dare not turn on the lights, but dimmed their flashlights and kept from the windows. Gendry pointed her in the direction of the paints cupboard as he went looking for the paint brushes and palettes. They were lucky that the paint wasn't locked up because the only person who had a key would have been the art teacher. There were like a hundred paint jars in the cupboard, a vast array of colours, but she found the ones she needed rather quick and started to fill up her backpack.

"Hey, you got everything?" Gendry whispered in her ear.

She jumped a little, but didn't make a sound, and spun on her heel and glared at him. "Don't sneak up on me like that." She hissed.

"Sorry," he murmured, but didn't look it; his arms full of supplies. "Didn't think you'd be this scared."

"I wasn't scared!" She protested, he raised his brow. "It's just nerves, okay? It's not like I break into places all the time, you know."

"Yeah, okay." He said. "You got everything?"

She nodded and he made his way to the door, but as she was closing the cupboard, another jar caught her eye. Plan already half-formed, she put it in her bag along with her collected paints and went after Gendry, zipping it up.

"How can you be so calm about this?" She asked as they started down the hall again, back toward Jon and Robb just as a flashlight slowly started to bob outside the Art room windows. He just shrugged silently as she eyed him and them she gasped. "Oh my Gods, you've done this before!"

"Quiet!" he hissed, glancing back at the square of light that shone on the wall opposite the Art room.

"Oh my Gods," she repeated, quieter this time as the crept along, "you've done this before. Tell me it's not a regular occurrence, Gendry. Do you have a criminal record?"

"I guess you could call it that." He admitted slowly. "Don't look at me like that! It was nothing bad, I swear. After my mum died, I was angry and defiant, so I shoplifted a bit."

"Wait, you said you were five when your mother died." She remembered.

He nodded. "That's why it's not a real record." He smirked, "Of course, I'm not stupid enough to get caught anymore."

"Oh, okay, very funny." She looked at him and knew he was joking. "A lot of things make sense now."

"W—" He was cut off as they made it back to the T-junction

"It took you guys long enough!" Robb hissed at them. "Now is not the time to be chatting away."

"Did you get the stuff?" Jon asked.

Arya nodded. "Right here," she patted the bulging bag and made an obvious gesture at Gendry's full hands.

"Alright, let's get started. Just fill in the blanks and we can leave it to dry while we do the one on the second floor as well."

Mission Lima: Slandering The Lion

The brushes were handed out, and the jars of paint were opened. Robb and Arya would fill in the big spaces that just needed colouring, and then Jon and Gendry would come in afterward and fill in the details. They weren't just going to slap some paint on the wall and be done with it like the faded penis on Jon's back. No, they were going to make this count, because they'd never get another chance like this again. So their work consumed them, the time ticking away. They each worked their own section, like the perfect machine. Yellow, brown, tan, red, white, black; it all came together slow, going from just colours to an image. When Robb and Arya were done filing in the big plan-coloured sections, they left Jon and Gendry to the details and headed upstairs to start on the second mural.

Robb shook his head in disgust as he saw the symbol of the Tully House clamped between the lion's maw as he took out the tracing paper over the wall and held it there while Arya tapped the bottom to the wall, then switched places so that he could tape the top half.

"How could we not have known about these being here this whole time?" He muttered as they opened the paint jars and started filing in the blanks.

Arya shook her head. "How could we have? No Direwolf has set foot in the Lion's Lair until now. But that doesn't matter anymore, we did find out and we're correcting these to say the real truth of the Lannisters and Baratheons. They think they're better than we of the North, when they are the ones who are bestial and indecent!" She remembered what Gendry had told her about Cersei and Joffrey and felt sick all over again.

Robb glanced over at her. "Arya, are you—"

"We're finally finished down there." Jon said, he and Gendry finally appearing with a bag of their own.

"Great, were halfway finished here ourselves." Arya said and the two teens started on the side that the two Starks had just vacated, their brushes smaller to make their little nuances all the more finer and clean.

They worked quiet, focused, a paintbrush in one hand, a flashlight in the other; dip and stroke. Robb and Arya finished the other half before Jon and Gendry were halfway done on theirs, so the pair sat back and waited.

"What is wrong with you?" Arya hissed to her brother as he shifted next to her for the fiftieth time.

"Sorry. It's not my fault, I have to take a major piss." Robb retorted.

"So then go."

"Where? In my pants?"

"In the bathroom you idiot!"

"Would you two shut up?" Gendry barked at them over his shoulder. "What's the problem?"

"I have to take a piss, that's the problem." Robb growled.

"Arya, just show him the bathroom!" Jon snapped, not even stopping in his work.

"Fine." She grumbled, but as soon as he said that, the plan she had been making in her head since the Art room was finally going to come to fruition. "With pleasure," she murmured and grabbed Robb's arm, the jar and brush tucked into her hoodie pocket.

She dropped Robb at the dreaded bathroom.

"I'll only be sec." He promised, and rushed inside.

Arya needed more than a second though, but it didn't matter, as soon as the door swung shut, she continued on down that hall at a stealthy run. She went down the back staircase, two at a time and reached the bottom fast. Pycelle was probably making his third round of the school about now, but there was no telling where the old man might be, so as a precaution, all the way down the hall, she went into a quick duck walk all the way back to the first mural.

She set her flashlight down on the floor, pointing it at the wall; the beam lit the bottom, but cast the top in dimness. The paint was still tacky, but she knew that it wasn't wet enough to smear and ruin the picture. She took the jar from her pocket and popped off the lid. The brush she used was four inches wide and she dipped it into the jar. It had the consistency of sap as she applied it to the wall, starting at the top left corner as high as she could reach and working her way from there. But it wasn't long before she had to pick up the flashlight and held it between her teeth so that she could see. In the cupboard it wasn't another jar of paint that she had taken, but a jar of varnish.

The label said that it was an oil-based varnish, applying this over the new murals will make it that much harder for the school to remove it. They would now unable to just paint over them again, but would have to sand the wall all the way down to the brick again and repaint it—this would take time as well as money.

Arya knew that her brothers and Gendry would be pissed when they found out that she wasn't with them anymore—it was most like that Robb was already finished in the bathroom and had sounded the alert—but their anger would be worth it. And right on schedule, her cell buzzed in her pants pocket—their immediate panic at her absence must have subsided and common sense took over again.

She sighed, set the flashlight on the floor and squatted next to it, and put the half-empty jar of varnish on her other side. She fished her phone out and opened it. "Yeah?" she murmured into her phone's mouth piece; like Jon said earlier, they were connected and in walkie-mode.

"Arya? Are you okay? Where the fuck are you?" Robb's voice came through loud with worry.

"Not so loud." Arya said, dipping her brush in the jar and starting on the bottom corner of the mural. "I'm fine—not kidnapped and being held against my will my old man Pycelle—I'm downstairs is all."

"Why the hell are you down there?" Robb asked, no longer worried but frustrated.

"I'm putting the finishing touches on the mural." She replied. "Did you tell Jon and Gendry yet?"

"No. I was scared half to death that Pycelle ninjad up to the second floor and grabbed you."

Arya rolled her eyes. "Didn't I just say Pycelle hadn't got me? Anyway, they know now."

"Yes, we do." Jon's voice came over the phone grimly. "And as much as I want to get into this, I'm not, we've been here long enough as it is. Robb, get your ass down there and help her with whatever it is that she'd doing."

"Got it."

"Robb, go the way we came the first time, otherwise you'll get lost. I have an extra paintbrush." Arya said, dipping her brush again and stroking the wall with the covered bristles.

"Oh, and Arya?" Jon's voice came back deceptively silky. "When we get home, things are going to happen." "I want in on that." She heard Gendry's voice faintly next to her brother and winced.

"I know. Believe me, I know." She stowed her phone back into her pocket and shuffled down the wall a bit.

Mission Alert: CODE RED—Discovery Possible

She could hear the light tap as Robb made his way down the staircase to her right, but a flashlight beam flashed across the wall to her left, jerking closer and closer. She cursed, adrenaline kicking her heart into her throat but she didn't freeze. She flicked off her flashlight and set her brush in the jar; she needed to get to Robb before he turned that corner, flashlight on, possibly noticing Pycelle to the fact that SSH wasn't empty for the night after all.

She ran low, closing in on the corner fast, she could see the light shinning on the shiny floor, saw the tip of the flashlight peek around the corner bright, his fingertips wrapped around the small shaft when she skidded around the corner. She grabbed his wrist, pulling it with her, her hand clapping over Robb's mouth, suffocating the yelp and curse of surprise as she pressed his back against the wall in darkness, the flashlight beam snuffed out between their bodies.

Robb knew better than to move, so he stayed against the wall, turning his flashlight off between their bodies and took in a deep breath when she finally released his mouth. Her face was turned the way she'd just come, tracking the dimness of Pycelle's flashlight shining through the windows.

"What is it?" Robb's voice was barely audible and she only heard it because of how closed they were.

"Pycelle's light." She replied just as quiet.

He asked nothing more, hearing all he needed to. They stayed their position for a minute or so, but it felt like ten, before Pycelle's light finally vanished. They let out twin breaths of relief, flicking Robb's light back on and Arya let him back to the mural.

"What are you doing down here anyway?" Robb asked.

She crouched in her previous vacated spot and switched on her flashlight. "In the Art room, among the paint, I found a jar of varnish." She explained as Robb knelt next to her, "If we put this over the paint, it will make it that much harder for them to get rid of it—which mean's that more people will see it—thus further humiliation for the Lannisters."

"Clever, dear sister." Robb grinned and took the second brush that she handed him. "What are we waiting for?"

Arya smiled and took her brush from the jar while her brother dipped his in. They started from their respective sides, meeting in the middle in the end. Before they packed it in she shined the light at the top and Robb got the parts at the top that she was unable to reach. They bumped fists and grinned at each other, admiring the clear layer of protection under this new and greatly improved mural.

"I can't wait to hear them roar in humiliation." Arya cooed.

Robb wrapped an arm around her shoulders and drew her to his side. "You were also the smart one." He murmured.

"I know," she murmured jokingly.

Mission Mike: Exit Plan

"Okay, let's get the fuck out of here."

Both Starks jumped and spun, finding both Gendry and Jon coming down the hall, both bags slung over their shoulders.

"Are you guys done?" Robb asked.

"Yeah. You?" Gendry asked, looking at them questioningly. "What was so important down here that you had to run without telling anyone... Arya?"

She gave him a cool expression, her arms crossed over her chest. "Protective coating."

"What?"

"She found this varnish stuff in the Art room," Robb picked up the jar from the floor and showed them. "It'll protect the picture, making it harder for them to hide it. Pretty cool, right?"

"Good job, Arya." Jon nodded. "But enough talking. We've been here long enough already, it's about time we make leave."

Arya took the jar from Robb and stowed it in her pocket again along with the used brushes. They all turned off their flashlights, but Gendry, who had dimmed his and led the way back to the front doors. They kept low but when they made it to the entrance doors, they hunkered down out of sight and waited. They weren't sure where Pycelle was in his round this hour, so to be safe they would wait until he passed them by.

"Here he comes." Gendry murmured.

They scarcly breathed as the light of Pycelle's flashlight shone through the two windows in the doors above their heads, and dared not speak, but shared worried glances as the light seemed to linger on the door for minutes. Could he sense them right their behind the doors, just a dozen feet away from him? He may be old, but Tywin must have kept the old man on for a reason, he must be sharper than his age and hunched shoulders made him appear. After so many years as SSH's night security guard, would he be able to tell that the door was unlocked?

But the light bobbed and them slowly disappeared from the window. It had just been a lick of fear that went through her that spurred on the thoughts—breaking and entering and vandalism hovering in the back of her mind still. But they didn't dare move until Pycelle's light came and went through the school office's windows.

They all slipped out, Gendry locking the doors again with the key, and they made a B-line for the gate the had come through earlier. Gendry entered the code and closed the gate behind them. As much as their nerves and the adrenaline pumping through them told them to run, they forced themselves to walk casually away from the school and the car parked blocks away. It was suspicious enough have four teenagers out walking the streets late at night all wearing dark clothes and backpacks—what might a passer-by think if they were running? It had been a good thing too that they had controlled the urge, because not ten feet out of the leaving the gate, a car had passed by.

When the got back to the car, they all got in without a word, and it stayed that way when Jon pulled from the drive. It was almost two o'clock by the time they dropped Gendry a block from his house and made it back to Winterfell Manor.

-tbc-

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