Summary: In which Sansa reveals a bit of her own revenge and Arya finds herself being kidnapped by Robb
"I really hope my dress is the way it was before you stole it," Sansa said, leaning against the frame of Arya's door as Arya determinedly ignored her, pretending to be very immersed in the game she was playing.
"You're going to have to talk to me eventually, you know," Sansa said, coming in without permission and sitting down next to Arya on the bed.
"No I'm not," Arya snapped, shooting down a horde of zombies. It wasn't nearly as satisfying as sticking someone in fencing, but it would have to do for now.
"See? You just talked to me. I told you so," Sansa said.
"Oh fuck off," Arya groaned, annoyed, pushing her dirty hair out of her eyes.
"Not until you explain," Sansa said sharply. "You do know that Robb, Bran and Jon left for the Forge armed with bats, right?"
"Good," Arya snarled.
"Did Gendry really try to have sex with you?" Sansa asked bluntly and Arya sighed. It was clear her sister would not be leaving her alone.
"No," she sighed. "I mean yes. I don't know. I suppose it was sort of the other way around."
"You tried to have sex with him?" Sansa said, looking almost amused.
"Can you stop saying the word 'sex' so much? You sound like a bad soap opera," Arya said, setting her closed computer down and getting up, feeling antsy.
"Fine," Sansa said, shrugging. "Just tell me what happened."
Arya sighed.
"Can we please not talk about it?" She groaned.
"No."
"ARGH! FINE!" Arya snapped, sitting down in her window seat with a huff and crossing her arms. "You know the other day, when I stole your dress and you asked me if I was going to meet a boy? And I said no?"
"It was Gendry," Sansa finished for her. "I knew it."
"Yeah it was him," Arya said grumpily. "I'm so stupid. For some reason, I thought he was asking me on a date."
Sansa didn't say anything, just waited for her to continue.
"So... We went to King's Landing, and were on our way to the restaurant... And ran into your lovely ex," Arya said, playing with her pajama shorts.
"Joffrey? Why am I not surprised," Sansa said, wrinkling her nose at the thought of him. "I assume he was less than friendly."
"You should have heard what he said about you!" Arya cried, her rage renewed. "That little prick! I should have stuffed him in a trash can!"
"Really?" Sansa said, not looking upset but amused. "What'd he say."
"Oh just something disgusting about why you didn't put out," Arya said, not wanting to repeat it.
"I thought it'd be something like that," Sansa sighed, lying back on the bed.
"Aren't you angry?" Arya asked, perplexed.
"Oh no," Sansa said cheerfully. "I expected he'd be a little upset."
"Upset?" Arya said, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh he's just angry because I told everyone the reason I never put out was that one time we almost did it, but then I backed out," Sansa said, sitting up, a wicked grin on her face.
"Why?" Arya pressed.
"Well, at the time I told him I wasn't ready," Sansa said, her eyes glinting with the taste of revenge, "but in reality it was because I just couldn't believe how small his prick was."
Arya blinked, and then burst out in laughter.
"So naturally, I decided to spread the knowledge around. I just can't imagine him having an easy time finding a girlfriend after that one," Sansa said, sounding pleased with herself. "So it's no wonder he was being whiny."
"Yeah, well, had I known that, I wouldn't have beaten the shit out of him," Arya said, recovering from her laughter.
"You wouldn't have?" Sansa asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Well... No that's a lie," Arya said, and both sisters laughed.
"So you and Gendry beat him up?" Sansa asked, grinning.
"You should have seen it, he cried for his mother," Arya sighed, smiling just to think about it.
"Not that I don't think your beating of Joffrey is brilliant or anything, but exactly how does this tie into you and Gendry almost... You know?" Sansa said, suddenly serious.
"Oh," Arya said, her mood dropping considerably. "Ummm... Well then, you know, Joffrey ran off, the little coward, and... And... Gendry kissed me."
"Gendry kissed you?" Sansa sputtered, thoroughly shocked.
"Yeah," Arya said, her sisters shock not exactly helping her mood. "And we sort of... Made out, among other things..."
"What other things?" Sansa all but shouted.
"I mean, we went back to his flat and... And sort of, you know, stripped down to our underwear... And... Ummm," Arya said, feeling more and more uncomfortable with every word.
"And?" Sansa demanded. "And?"
"And then he stopped it," Arya said depressively. "He said he couldn't do it."
"Well thank god!" Sansa said indignantly. "Imagine if you two had gone all the way!"
Arya had. Many, many times.
"Why is it so bad?" Arya snarled. "Am I that repulsive?"
"No," Sansa said, frowning. "But it's hardly appropriate."
"You're one to talk. Joffrey makes Gendry look like Prince charming," Arya shot right back.
Sansa opened her mouth to retort, but was cut off by the sudden appearance of Robb, who came into the room in a rush.
"Robb-"
"Sorry, love to chat but..." he said, walking briskly over to Arya and then, before she could even react, he grabbed her around the middle and hoisted her over his shoulder.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Arya cried out as he turned around.
"Gendry's in the garden, and you're talking to him," Robb said shortly. "Hi Sansa."
Sansa's amused face swung out of Arya's vision as Robb carried her out of her room like a sack of potatoes.
"WHAT? NO! ROBB! PUT ME DOWN!" Arya shrieked, beating on his back and kicking. "PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!"
"Sorry," Robb said apologetically. "No can do. I want you and Gendry to work this out, and if I put you down, you'll just run."
"YOU STAY OUT OF IT!" Arya screeched. "PUT ME DOWN ROBB! PUT ME DOWN!"
"How can I stay out of it when you dragged me into it?" Robb asked, opening the door and carrying her out into the backyard, starting to cross the lawn. "Now stop throwing a tantrum."
"NO!" Arya shouted. "This is ridiculous! Robb! PUT. ME. DOWN!"
"Fine," Robb said, and all of a sudden she was tumbling to the ground, sitting down hard with a great big thump!
"She's all yours," Robb said, giving Arya an apprehensive look. Arya whipped around to see Gendry standing behind her in the garden, nodding to Robb.
At once she leapt to her feet, ready to make a quick getaway, but Gendry was ready. Before she could move another inch his fingers were wrapping themselves around her arm, holding her firmly in place.
"LET GO OF ME!" She yelled, trying to wrench from his grasp.
"You two work it out," Robb said, "and if you try to run away, Arya, I'll just catch you again, so just try to act like an adult and stay put."
Arya scowled.
"How can I act like an adult when everyone is constantly telling me that I'm a child?" She muttered darkly under her breath.
"Arya, will you come into the garden?" Gendry asked, gently tugging her arm. She wrenched from his grip and then stomped in the garden, leaving him to follow her.
"Well?" she demanded, turned around and crossing her arms, determined to look as fierce as possible. Maybe if she looked especially dangerous, his words of rejection wouldn't hurt as much.
"I'm sorry about getting Robb and Jon and Bran involved," Gendry said, "but I guess that's your doing."
"Are you going to tell me why you're here or not?" Arya snapped.
"What? Because you have so much other stuff to do?" Gendry shot back, equally as nasty. "Let me guess, all you've been doing for the past two days is playing games on your computer?"
"You know what? Fuck you," Arya all but shouted. "If you wanted to just come here and insult me than you're wasting your breath!"
"No," Gendry said, as if checking himself, "I'm sorry. I came here to talk to you, but you just make me so angry sometimes I could just..."
He let out a long sigh of air.
"We need to talk about what happened, Arya," he said eyeing her warily.
"And what if I don't want to?" she said, trying not to think about how childish she sounded.
"Too bad," Gendry said heartlessly. "Arya, we've been best friends for nearly eight years now, I don't want this to muck things up."
There it was. The friend zone. Arya felt her angry, defiant facade cracking and she looked down at her feet, unable to answer him.
"You left so quickly yesterday, you didn't give me a chance to explain myself," he began to explain, but Arya wanted none of it.
"Please," she said. "Can we please just not talk about it? Let's forget it."
"No," Gendry said, frowning. "I don't want to forget it. Like I said, you took it the wrong way and left before I could explain."
"I'm not stupid," Arya said, feeling tears poking at the back of her eyes. "I know why you stopped it. We're just friends, and you don't see me like that."
Gendry shook his head, laughing.
"What?" She demanded, instantly feeling humiliated. "Are you laughing at me?"
"Yes," he said, and she opened her mouth to shout an insult at him, but he held up his hand, "it's just... All this time I've been telling myself that's how you see me, as a friend, and all this time, that's what you've been telling yourself about me. But Arya... I think after yesterday, we can both agree that we don't see each other just as friends."
Arya blinked, unable to speak.
"The reason I stopped it wasn't because I didn't want to," Gendry said hurriedly, and a blush was starting to flower across his face, "because believe me, I did, but I didn't... I didn't want to rush into something that you weren't prepared for."
"I'm prepared," Arya said at once.
"Arya," Gendry said kindly, "a few months ago you had never been kissed, you haven't even had a proper relationship with anyone. Forget you, I haven't had a proper relationship with anyone. What I said about that girl was true. Jesus I can't even remember her name, isn't that pathetic? It was just... Sex, and it didn't feel right."
Arya felt so embarrassed she could die.
"I understand," she said shakily, "if you don't want to be with me because-"
"Will you shut up?" Gendry said. "That's the whole reason I stopped it. Because I want to be with you."
"That doesn't even make any sense," Arya said, frowning.
"Just because I don't think we're ready for that doesn't mean I don't want to... You know, have a relationship," Gendry said awkwardly, his face the color of tomato sauce.
"Are you... Asking me to be your girlfriend?" Arya asked, sure she was misinterpreting things.
"Umm... Yeah... I mean, only if you want to obviously, I don't want to-"
"Don't be stupid," Arya said, cutting across him. "Of course I want to!"
"Oh. Okay. Well brilliant," Gendry said. Arya rolled her eyes.
"You're an idiot," she informed him.
"Yeah, and so are you. What are we going to do about your brothers? Hmm? They all made it very clear that you are off limits," Gendry shot back. Arya blinked. She hadn't thought of that.
"I guess we just won't tell them," she said with a shrug.
"Couldn't that... Be really bad if we were found out?" Gendry said, looking dubious. Arya sighed.
"I'm pretty good at not getting caught," she said, smiling. "And when the time is right, when I'm a bit older, we'll tell them."
Gendry gave her a long, thoughtful look.
"Why do I have a bad feeling about this?" he asked.
"Because you're an idiot," Arya said, grinning.
"You know," Gendry said, coming towards her, "you really shouldn't insult people bigger than you."
"Then I wouldn't get to insult anyone," she said as he came forward, slinking his arms around her waist. "And you probably shouldn't be doing that. Bran's got all sorts of hiding spots, they could be spying on us right now."
"Very well, as my lady commands," Gendry said pompously, putting up his hands and striding backwards.
"Don't call me my lady!" Arya said, wrinkling her nose.
"Yes, my lady."
She gave him a good, solid push, causing him to tumble to the ground. His laughter followed her as she stalked out of the garden, unable to stop the stupid feeling of glee from spreading across her face.
A chapter without Gendry's perspective. First one in the history of this fic
Things seem to be looking up, but there's still a good deal more to come (five more chapters at the very least I should think, if my estimations are correct).