This is a full Arya POV chapter, just a note

Summary: In which Sansa makes a regrettable mistake.

"I should go."

"It's five in the morning," Arya groaned, rolling over to look at the clock through sleepy eyes and then rolling back into Gendry's arms.

"I know," he said. "But you're parents said they'd be back early, and weren't you the one that said it would be better to be safe rather than sorry?"

Arya let out a sigh, running the back of her hand over his chest in a half-asleep state. She didn't want him to go. It had been so lovely, having a whole weekend of him to herself. Just... Them. No one else, no interruptions. Nothing.

"I suppose," she relented softly, burrowing into him, as if trying to savor these last few seconds before he left.

"Don't worry, I'll see you next Monday," he said, planting a kiss on her forehead. She sighed.

"Yeah but that's like a week away," she grumbled, lacing her fingers with his.

"Don't be such a sour puss," Gendry teased. "We had a lovely weekend. I don't want it ruined by your Dad coming in and murdering me."

"You're probably right," Arya admitted with another sigh.

"I am right," he said, kissing her again before he rolled away, the loss of his body and heat bringing if a puff of coldness. Arya watched as he sat up, running a hand over his unshaven face before getting up and picking up his clothes that were scattered all about her room.

"Thanks... You know, for coming over," Arya said softly. Gendry laughed.

"Yeah, it was really difficult for me," he said sarcastically. "It's not like I lived my dream or anything."

"It was nice, wasn't it?" Arya sighed, stretching and then curling into a ball, her comforter fluffy around her shoulders.

"It was great," he said, finishing up dressing and then coming over to give her a quick kiss. "I'll see you soon, all right?"

"All right," she said, "I lo-"

Arya froze, horrified. It was one of those automatic things, saying 'I love you' when a person was leaving, but now, given the circumstances, what would Gendry have thought if she said it? It was far too soon, wasn't it? And what if he didn't feel the same way? Did she even feel that way, that she loved him?

"Arya?" Gendry asked, frowning. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she said, shaking her head slightly. "Yeah sorry, I just fell asleep mid-sentence. Sorry."

"S'all right," Gendry said, kissing her again. "I'll call you."

"Or text," Arya said sleepily. "It doesn't matter, I'll reply either way."

And with that he was gone, leaving her to stare after him, wondering.

Ooooooooooooooooo

"Arya?"

Arya sighed, deciding that right now, she just wanted to ignore Sansa. She had been particularly annoying as of late, with her going off to university soon and all. That was all she ever talked about. University this, and university that. It was enough to drive Arya mad.

Or... Maybe it wasn't Sansa. Arya, truth be told, was a bit let down by the amount of time she had spent with Gendry since their weekend together, which had been not at all. They had had to cancel Monday when Yoren called Gendry into work, and then, after that, they just couldn't seem to find a day, or a section of a day, where both of them were free.

"Arya?" Sansa, it appeared, was not to be ignored. Out of the corner of her eye, Arya saw Sansa standing in the frame of her doorway, holding something in her hand. "What's this?"

Arya turned up, disinterested, and then felt her heart drop.

"How should I know?" Arya scoffed, trying not to hyperventilate. "It's not mine."

"Well, it's not mine," Sansa snapped. "And it's certainly not Mom's."

"Well, seeing as I'm not having sex, it must be Mom's," Arya lied, but her heart was beating a million miles a minute and her palms began to sweat.

"Arya, Mom can't have kids anymore, you know that," Sansa snapped. "Nor does she use our bathroom, which is where I found this. She has no use for a pregnancy test."

Arya cringed internally. It had been a false alarm, when she was a few days late for her previous period, and had decided just to check to make sure nothing was up. Luckily for Arya, nothing had been up, but, not so luckily for her, Sansa had found the test.

"Well I don't know," Arya said, throwing Sansa off. "What were you doing anyway? Going through the trash?"

"How did you know I found it in the trash?" Sansa demanded, eyes narrowed.

"Because where else would it be?" Arya said, rolling her eyes, even though her hands were shaking slightly. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

"Arya... Are you not telling me something?" Sansa said, looking angry. "Are you having sex?"

Arya cringed, this time externally.

"Oh my god!" Sansa shrieked. "WHO! WHO? Arya, who are you sleeping with?"

"I'm not sleeping with anyone!" Arya protested, but Sansa would not be fooled.

"Arya!" She screeched. "Arya! Who are you having sex with? Tell me right now!"

"No!" Arya shouted back. "And keep your voice down!"

"Oh my god," Sansa said, looking ashy. "Oh my god. Oh my god."

"Will you shut up? I'm still a virgin!"

"Who?" Sansa demanded, not to be put off. "Who could you possibly have slept with? The only boy I've ever seen you with is Gendry-Oh. My. God."

"What?" Arya demanded.

"You're having sex with him!" Sansa said, looking faint. "You're having sex with Gendry!"

"Will you be quiet?" Arya hissed. "It's not like that!"

"It's not like what?" Sansa demanded loudly.

"It's not just sex!" Arya snapped. "It's a relationship! We have a relationship! We go on dates and-

"Who? Who do you go on dates with?"

Sansa's face turned white with horror and Arya gasped out loud, ready to kill her. But even as Arya was shooting daggers at Sansa, beating her to a pulp in her mind, Sansa was mouthing apologies, looking truly and utterly horrified.

"Arya," Ned Stark said, standing in the doorway, looking very frightening, "who are you dating?"

"No one," Sansa said quickly, and Arya mentally cursed her again. "Dad, it's nothing. We were just fooling around."

Arya tried not to pound her head into the wall.

Honestly, Sansa was the worst liar she had ever seen. If their Dad hadn't thought anything was up before, he certainly did now. However, despite Arya's fury at her older sister for getting her caught, she could see that Sansa looked truly wretched. She might have wanted to give Arya a piece of her mind, but it was evident that Sansa had no intention of telling their parents about it. Once more, the pregnancy test had mysteriously disappeared from view, something Arya could at least be grateful for.

"No, it's not nothing," Ned said darkly, coming in the room. "Arya, is there something you want to tell me?"

"No," Arya said, trying not to let her voice quiver. "Like Sansa said, it was nothing. We were just fooling around."

"Are you lying to me Arya?" Ned demanded, his face hard and stony. Arya felt her heartbeat in her ears.

"No," she said, but her voice cracked under the strain.

"Arya Stark," Ned said harshly, "you will stop lying to me this instant and tell me who it is that you are seeing."

Arya felt her knees shaking, but she stood firm.

"Arya," Ned said, stepping closer, his eyes boring into her, and it was obvious that he was getting very angry, "you tell me this instant or I'll have to ask Sansa."

Arya felt her throat go dry. Sansa, despite the fact that she looked genuinely apologetic, would probably spill the beans sooner or later, and it would sound all the worse coming from her than it would from Arya. Like it or not, she was trapped.

"Arya..." Ned said through gritted teeth, and Sansa threw a regretful look at Arya, as if begging her not to force her to betray her.

Arya sighed. There was no way out.

She cleared her throat, balling up all her courage in her fists.

"Gendry," she said quietly. "Gendry Waters.