Oh my god. Saw the season finale. So many feelings. So many tears. I can't wait for all the gendry x arya scenes next season! WHY CAN'T IT COME RIGHT NOW DAMN IT!

Summary: In which Arya and Gendry search for Sansa

They searched everywhere. The park. The grocery store. The mall. No Sansa. She was just simply no where to be found.

The bachelor party was canceled, and Jon and the rest of Arya's brothers were combing King's Landing, making sure Sansa hadn't ventured down there. As it was, there was no sign of her.

Arya's mother was close to hysterics, and her father very worried, though he did his best to hide it. It was too early to file a missing persons report, but all of Sansa's clothing was gone, and her car still remained parked in the usual spot.

"Well, one thing's good," Arya had said, trying to lighten the mood. "At least she wasn't kidnapped, or murdered or something, since obviously she planned to go where ever she was going."

After that comment, Ned had suggested that maybe it was a good idea if Arya and Gendry teamed up and drove around, trying to see if they could think of any place Sansa might be and go there.

So far, they had been extremely unsuccessful. Sansa just simply wasn't anywhere.

"Okay," Arya sighed as they sat parked in the malls parking lot, going over their list of places they had thought she might be. "She's not at Margaery's, and she's not with Joffrey, and she not with any of her other friends, and she'd not at the mall, or at school, or in any of her favorite restaurants, or restaurants she hates for that matter, or the park where we used to visit as kids, or any of the local cinemas, or the library. Where on earth could she be?"

"Dorne, maybe?" Gendry offered, but Arya shook her head.

"No," she said. "That's too far, even for Sansa."

"Than where?" Gendry asked. "We've looked everywhere, and your brothers are searching King's Landing like dogs. Where could she have run off to?"

"I don't know," Arya sighed. "There must be something we're missing! Something we've over-looked."

"Okay," Gendry said, looking like he was thinking very hard, "where would you go, if you were going to run away? Where's a place that's safe to crash at?"

"I'd say Margaery's, but we've already ruled that out," Arya said, frowning.

"Well, no, it wouldn't be Margaery's, would it?" Gendry said.

"What, why not? They're best friends," Arya asked, flummoxed.

"Yeah, but Margaery wouldn't just let her disappear for a few days. No, she'd call your parents. It'd have to be some place out of the way, maybe some place other people have gone to, like you and your siblings, that she knows is safe, but where people would be unlikely to look for her," Gendry explained, making a very valid point.

Arya tried to think, of some place, any place, like that. Well, where did she go to when she needed to disappear?

"Gendry..." She said softly, realization dawning on her. "Where does almost every Stark go to crash?"

"What do you mean?" He asked, frowning.

"I mean, where do Jon, and Bran and I go when we want a place to escape, or to just chill at?" She said, prodding him.

"Well my flat of course... Oh my god, you don't think?" Gendry said, shocked, realization dawning on him. "You don't think she went there?"

"It's worth a shot," Arya said, gunning the engine. "I don't see where else she could be."

They sped to Gendry's flat in haste, Arya making several traffic violations in the process, and then parked, both hurrying up the steps to the door of his apartment. When Arya checked for his key, it was gone.

There was a pause, where they both looked at each other, breathless, and then...

"SANSA!" Arya roared, pounding on the door with her fists. "OPEN UP RIGHT THIS MINUTE! WE KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!"

There was silence.

"Arya are you sure-"

"SANSA! IF YOU DON'T OPEN THE DOOR RIGHT NOW, I'M CALLING MUM AND DAD, AND THEN THEY'LL CALL THE POLICE, AND THEN THEY'LL BREAK DOWN THE DOOR, AND THEN YOU'LL REALLY BE IN TROUBLE!" Arya bellowed, starting to kick the door as well.

"All right, all right," Gendry snapped, dragging her away. "That's my door you're beating up."

Just as Arya was about to shout again, they froze, hearing the lock click, and then the door opened.

Sansa stood there, lip trembling, looking as though she had been crying. Arya had never seen her so disheveled, dressed in her pajamas and looking terribly frightened, humiliated and ashamed.

"Sansa!" Arya breathed in shock. "What happened?"

"I'm so sorry," Sansa whispered. "I didn't mean to cause such an uproar."

"What are you doing in my flat?" Gendry asked.

"I'm sorry," Sansa said again, her eyes red and puffy. "I just didn't know where else to go."

A tear slid down her face.

"All right, it's okay," Arya said quickly, hating to see Sansa cry. "Just calm down."

"Let's go inside and talk," Gendry said, picking up on Arya's tone and ushering both girls inside and closing the door behind him.

"Sansa, what happened?" Arya demanded again. "Did you and Joffrey have a row?"

"No," Sansa sniffed. "I don't know. I just.. I just.."

More tears were sliding down her face.

"We need to call your parents," Gendry said, running a hand through his hair, "and let them know where you are and that you're all right."

"No!" Sansa cried out. "No please! I can't go back! I can't! It's too humiliating! Please!"

"Sssh Sansa," Arya said, catching the alarmed look on Gendry's face, "it's all right. We won't tell them where you are, not yet. We just need to let them know you're okay. Mum's really freaking out, and Dad as well."

Sansa looked over at Gendry, tears running down her face, and he nodded.

"You can stay here for a little while," he relented. "But only for one more night, mind, just to get your head straight. And then you're going home. The last thing I need is for Ned Stark to think I'm holding you captive."

"I'll call Dad for you," Arya offered. "And then you and I are sitting down, and you're telling me what happened."

Sansa nodded stoically, wiping the tears off her face.

"I'm sorry," she blubbered. "I'm being really stupid, I know."

Arya threw a look over at Gendry, and he shook his head as if to say, now's not the time to be agreeing with her on that point.

"I'll go call Dad," Arya sighed. "It won't be a minute."

"Err... Would you like something? Like tea?" Gendry asked awkwardly as Arya got her phone out.

"Yes please," Sansa sniffed.

Sighing, Arya dialed her father's number, not surprised in the least when he picked up after the first ring.

"What's happened? Have you found her?" His voice asked anxiously.

"Yes-"

"Gods be good! Where? I'm coming at once!"

"No," Arya said, grimacing. "Dad, we've found her, but she's not ready to come back. She just needs a little longer to clear her head. I'm sorry, but I sort of promised we'd let her stay hidden for just a little longer."

"What happened to her? Was it Joffrey? Because if it was, I swear I'll rip his-"

"I don't think he did anything," Arya said hurriedly, throwing a look over at Sansa and Gendry, who both looked very awkward as Gendry set down a mug of tea on the counter, pushing it towards her. "But I think it's about him."

"All right," Ned sighed. "I just have to know, is she safe?"

"Of course," Arya reassured him. "And Dad, I promise, first thing tomorrow morning we'll be at Winterfell. Promise."

"Just... Just tell her we love her," Ned said haltingly. "And that we're sorry, if it's anything we've done. We just want her home."

"I know," Arya said softly. "And she knows Dad. Don't worry."

"Keep her safe," Ned said, and then the line clicked off.

"Well, he knows we've found you," Arya sighed, putting her phone away. Sansa sighed in relief.

"Thank you," she said quietly. "Both of you."

Gendry ran his hand through his hair again, looking at a loss of what to say, his face slowly turning red. Poor Gendry, Arya thought to herself. He really knew very little of Sansa. She could only imagine how uncomfortable he felt.

"Well," he said with a great sense of awkwardness and bravado, "I'm exhausted, not to mention hangover, so if you two don't mind, I'm going to go have a lie in."

"No," Sansa said. "I don't mind. It's your flat, and I'm so sorry for breaking in."

"Yeah, well... Umm... Right then," Gendry stumbled out. "You two have your talk, I'll just be... You know..."

And with that he left, leaving Arya alone with Sansa.

"Umm... Shall we go sit down on the sofa?" Arya asked lamely, and Sansa nodded. When they had sat down, Sansa was silent, staring into her tea.

"Sansa," Arya said, trying to sound gentle, "what's going on?"

"I'm such an idiot," Sansa said softly, and Arya had a sinking feeling that the tears were about to make a reappearance. "What was I thinking?"

"An idiot about what exactly?" Arya pressed.

"I should have never said yes," Sansa whispered into her cup of tea, closing her eyes.

"No you shouldn't have," Arya snapped, and then, realizing that this probably wasn't the best way of going about things, said, "but why Sansa, why? Why didn't you just call it off? Why'd you run away?"

Yes, her eyes were starting to pool with tears again. Drat! Arya was never very good at this sort of thing. Damn Gendry for running away, the traitor.

"I... I thought it was what I wanted," Sansa said haltingly. "I'm so stupid! I thought... It was all I'd ever dreamed of, being treated like a princess, marrying Joffrey, becoming the wife of the most powerful man in the business world, hosting beautiful parties and having beautiful children and having people love me."

Arya did her best not to say something snarky.

"So what made you change your mind?" She asked.

"It wasn't sudden," Sansa sighed. "I'd been feeling... Almost trapped for a while now, but everyone was always going on and on about what a perfect couple we were. Robert Baratheon was so adamant that he wanted our families to be joined together, and I was afraid that if I refused, everything would shatter. I was afraid that Dad might lose his job, or that he'd be angry with me, that they'd all be angry with me."

"Don't be ridiculous," Arya said. "Dad would never be angry with you over that, he hates Joffrey."

"I know," Sansa sighed, closing her eyes. "I know. I just... I felt like I couldn't say no. And I tricked myself into believing that it was what I wanted, and that I was happy about it. But... When Joffrey went off to go to Kings Landing this weekend, I felt so relieved that he was finally gone, that I wouldn't have to see him for a whole weekend... And that's when I panicked."

"Panicked?" Arya repeated.

"I guess I realized that I'd have to spend the rest of my life with him, but how could I when I was relieved that he wasn't there? How could I spend the rest of my life with someone that I never want to see?" Sansa said softly.

"Beats me," Arya said, trying not to sound smug. "That's what I've been saying all along."

"I should have listened to you," Sansa sighed. "I'm so stupid! Why didn't I listen to you?"

Arya chose not to answer, but merely sat there, at a loss for what to say next. Sansa wiped the tears off of her face, sniffing noisily, and then took a gulp of tea.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I'd bloody thrilled you're rid of him," Arya offered after a long period of silence. Sansa laughed.

"What will he say when I tell him?" She asked, her face looking grim.

"He'll probably whine, and yell and piss himself, but he'll get over it eventually. I can't imagine he was very fond of you. The only person he's in love with is himself," Arya sighed.

"Arya!"

"What? It's true!"

"You are, by far, the worst comforter I've ever met," Sansa snapped, but she was laughing.

They lapsed back into silence.

"Do you want to do something?" Arya asked. "Do you want to watch a movie? Gendry's got some really scary ones."

Sansa looked doubtful, but then she shrugged.

"Oh why the hell not?" She sighed. "Pick the scariest one he's got."

Twenty minutes later they sat there, in the growing darkness of the room as night was falling, clutching each other in terror, their eyes glued to the screen.

"Oh don't do it you stupid bitch! Don't go down there! He's obviously waiting there, ready to chainsaw off your head!" Arya cried at the television set, gripping Sansa's hand.

"Oh no!" Sansa groaned. "Please tell me that isn't going to happen again!"

"Probably," Arya said, looking disgusted. "I'm going to go get a soda."

"NO!" Sansa shouted, gripping her arm. "Don't leave me!"

"Fine," Arya grumbled, sitting back down. "Crazy."

"Thank you," Sansa said, turning her attention away from the movie. "Seriously. For everything."

Arya smiled awkwardly.

"What are sisters for?"

Oooooooooooooooo

Gendry sighed. There was just no doing it. He could not sleep with the racket they were making. When they were having their deep little conversation, he had been able to catch a few minutes of sleep, but now, it appeared that they had turned the television set on, and were loud enough to wake the entire neighborhood.

Getting up, he shuffled to the door, opening it quietly, and then padded silently down the hallway, stifling a yawn. Turning the corner, he saw that they were on the couch, watching some horror film, where the girl was walking around in the darkness of some basement, calling out, "who's there?"

"What are you guys watching?"

"ARGGGGH!"

They both screamed so loudly he thought his eardrums might burst, jumping at least three feet in the air, both falling off the couch with a crash.

Gendry couldn't help it, he burst into hysterical laughter.

"GENDRY!" Arya shrieked. "You nearly made me shit my pants!"

"I think I did shit my pants," Sansa said weakly, staggering to her knees, clutching her chest.

"I hope not," Gendry said, coming into the room. "That sofa was expensive."

Both Stark sisters glared at him.

"I'm sorry," he said, biting back more laughter. "I didn't mean to startle you. But I wish I had a camera, you should have seen your faces!"

"That wasn't funny Gendry," Arya snarled, but it wasn't a real snarl.

"Yes, it was," he said chuckling, and then plopped onto the sofa next to her, while Sansa sat on her opposite side.

"Well, you should know better than to sneak up on someone watching a horror film, it's almost cruel," Arya snapped.

"It is cruel," Sansa muttered as they watched the girl getting hacked to death, just as Arya had predicted.

"Sorry," he sighed. "But you two were making such a racket, I'm surprised you didn't wake everyone in the building."

"I knew that was purposeful," Arya said. "I knew you didn't scare us on accident."

"Only slightly."

"Twat."

Gendry chuckled, and though Arya tried to hide it, he could see that she was smiling as well.

They all fell silent, eyes glued to the screen as the mass murderer claimed more and more victims. Every time he did, Arya grabbed Gendry's arm, and then clutched his hand, her eyes never leaving the screen, having no idea that the movie was the last thing he was watching, and when his heart lurched, it wasn't from fear.

After the movie was over, they all agreed that sleep would be impossible, and that it was really very necessary to watch some trash TV to get the images of bloody weapons out of their minds. As the hours wore on, Gendry could see, out of the corner of his eye, Arya drifting, her eyes slowly beginning to flutter closed and her head sinking to his shoulder until, finally, she fell asleep, her breathing coming out in slow, exhausted huffs.

"Thank you for letting me stay here," Sansa said softly, startling him.

"Oh... Umm yeah, of course. You're Arya's sister, after all," Gendry said awkwardly. Sansa managed a small smile.

"She'd like me better if I was a brother, I think," she said softly. Gendry blinked, unsure of what to say.

"She does care about you, even if she was mad at you," he said, hoping that this was the right thing to say.

"I know," Sansa sighed. "She had every right to be angry. I don't know why I ever agreed to marry him in the first place."

"I don't really get it either," Gendry admitted, instantly feeling as though he shouldn't have said that, but Sansa didn't seem to mind.

"Did you know, I thought I was in love with him," she said, snorting. "But I wasn't in love with him. I never looked at him the way she looks at you."

"Umm what?" Gendry sputtered, sure that he had heard wrong.

"She likes you," Sansa said, an almost apologetic smile on her face, nodding to Arya, whole was curled into a ball against him, her fingers still entwined with his, "I can tell."

"Well yeah," Gendry said. "We're best friends."

"No, I mean, she has a crush on you," Sansa said as though she was slightly annoyed that he wasn't catching on.

"What?" Gendry said indignantly. "No she doesn't."

"Yes she does," Sansa said, smiling again. "It's cute, really."

"You're wrong," Gendry said at once. "She just sees me as a brother. No, not even that. She just sees me as a friend."

Sansa sighed.

"Whatever you say," she relented, but Gendry couldn't help but feel as though there was a balloon in his chest, expanding at an alarming rate, threatening to send him bouncing towards the heavens.

"I should probably put her to bed," Gendry sighed, trying not to think too much about what Sansa had said or he'd start dancing or some shit. "You can take my bed as well. I'll sleep on the couch."

"No," Sansa said, surprising him. "I slept here last night, I'll sleep here again. It's your bed, and I've caused you so much trouble already. Besides, it's you she fell asleep on, not me."

"Are you sure? I really don't mind," Gendry said, surprised. She nodded.

"You look tired," she said. "And I don't think I'll be able to sleep for hours. I've got a lot on my mind."

"Are you going to be okay out here?" He pressed. She smiled.

"I'm not going to run off again, if that's what you're asking," she said. "Go to bed."

Gendry sighed and then wrapped his arm around Arya's shoulders, her head still curled into the nap of his neck, and then brought her legs around, cradling her to him as he stood, and then carried her to his room, setting her gently on the bed.

He couldn't help but look at her for just a moment, sleeping there, in his bed, looking so calm and peaceful without her signature scowl on her face.

He pulled the covers around her, gently tucking her in, and then changed into his pajamas, washing his face and brushing his teeth before he crawled into bed as well, her back to him.

He was just about to roll over when she stirred in her sleep, flopping over and then snuggling into his body. He was perfectly still for a moment, and then, making sure not to wake her, reached out his arm and wrapped it around her, his eyes fluttering closed, and then, with a soft sigh, he fell asleep as well.

I feel like though this is how I planned it to go all along, the stuff you came up for the reason of Sansa's disappearance was way more exciting. I hope you're not disappointed =(

I think the next chapter will probably be filler, but I actually can't wait to write the chapter after that ;