Something I feel I must address: I got a complaint that if I was going to put so much Sansa and other characters in this fic, that I should give proper warning in the description... I can do that, and probably will do that, but I don't really understand the whole 'so much' part. Sansa has had only two chapters... And probably will only have like two more... Is this really that big of a deal? I'm only putting her in there because I have to, and I'm sorry that you're disappointed, but there are components of her story that are vital to the way Arya and Gendry's story is going to go, so there were two chapters of Sansa POV, and there will only be two more (don't hold me to that though, there might be one or or less).

Gendry

"So... What's the story?"

Gendry looked up to see a pair of tits right in his face. He paused chewing his sandwich and looked up at the girl that was leaning over his table, her arm slung over her shoulder, a huge trash bag in her hand. She grinned at him. Gendry sighed internally. He should probably reply. It was the polite thing to do, and she'd go away faster that way.

"What story?" He asked warily after swallowing.

"You and Tywin," she said, smacking her gum. It was a clear day on the pier, the first he had seen in his month of being an honored guest of Harrenhal. The lake smelled especially bad as the result of the sunshine, but the sky was clear, and for the first time he could see the city and the rippling stretch of water. He had been enjoying the nice day while he caught his lunch break, but, it would appear that sky or no sky, he would not be enjoying it. "What's so special about you, hmm?"

"Who says I'm special?" Gendry asked the girl, squinting in the sun. Squinting made things easier, because he could fully block out her tits, which were doing their level best to take up his whole field of vision.

"No one has to," the girl said seductively. "It's obvious."

It was also obvious that she was eyeing him up and down.

"You must be Pia," Gendry said. She had quite the reputation. Apparently, she was the go to girl, if you knew what he meant.

"No one puts out," Hot Pie told him knowingly, "but Pia does. Do you think she'd let me lose my virginity to her if I paid her?"

"You don't have any money," Gendry had sighed into his crossed arms as he leaned over the counter. "Which is really besides the point. The fact that you are even considering-"

"Been looking for me, have you?" Pia asked, her fingers lightly dusting over his, promptly snapping him back to present time.

"Erm what?" Gendry sputtered stupidly, blinking.

"Am I distracting you?" She giggled, now running her finger alongside his hand. Gendry blinked again. He could see the appeal... But honestly. He had just met the girl. He wasn't the shagging strangers type.

"Yes, actually," he said. "I only have so long for my lunch break."

Pia snapped up, shocked. She obviously had not expected that sort of reaction. Gendry wondered if he had been a little bit too harsh. He hadn't wanted to hurt her feelings, he was just tired. So tired. What with Tywin, and his broken arm healing, and trying to stay alive. And worrying about Arya.

"Oh," Pia said, looking hurt, and then angry. "Wanker."

She stomped off, her trash bag slung over her shoulder, and Gendry watched her go regretfully. He had hurt her feelings. Damn it.

Sighing, he looked up, and straight into the absolutely livid eyes of Arya. Stupidly, he lifted his hand to wave, his lips pulling into an automatic smile... But she jerked away at once, her back to him, and started talking to that red haired girl again. Gendry let out yet another long, painful sigh. It would appear that he did not have the flare for women.

But damn it! What had he done to make Arya hate him so much? She absolutely refused to even speak to him or so much as look at him, and it wasn't fair! He had tried, he was trying, so hard with her, to look out for her, but all she ever showed him was contempt. The first day he had arrived, bandaged up and sore and worried sick about her, he had gotten out of the car, and she wasn't even waiting for him. When Tywin had walked him in, she had watched alongside the rest of them, her arms crossed and her gaze just as angry as it had been a moment ago.

He had hardly seen her since. Not without want, but because Tywin seemed dead set on keeping them apart, mainly by keeping Gendry at his side at all times. Gendry was to stick to him like a leech, and whenever he tried to creep away, Tywin would be right there, asking him a mechanical question and dragging him back to the office and away from Arya and her furious eyes.

On that end, it turned out that fairly quickly Tywin realized that Gendry was useless with roller coasters and ferris wheels. Though he seemed at first a bit irked, he quickly found other purposes for Gendry. He tried, at first, to make him his personal secretary, but that failed miserably. Then, Tywin just gave in and let Gendry work with his cars, of which he had many, all that needed repair, most of which had more than one bullet imbedded in their metal flesh. His arm healed wonderfully, thanks be to whatever was up there in the heavens, and as a result he began to work it, all in moderation of course, to get his strength back. That's when Tywin noticed he was strong.

"You used to enter in Robert's boxing matches, didn't you?" He asked Gendry before his lunch break that very day.

"Ermm," Gendry said awkwardly, "I suppose. I mean, yes. Yes I did."

"You lacked any sort of form or technique, or even any skill," Tywin said in his sharp, eternally critical voice, "but you've got strength, and that's all people seem to care about these days."

"Sorry?" Gendry asked, not really following.

"I want you to start training," Tywin said. "I want you back in the ring. My ring. Harrenhal is costing me more than I expected, and I need the revenue."

"Sir," Gendry said carefully, "I just broke my arm-"

"And I just paid to have it fixed," Tywin snarled. "Would you like it to be your neck next time? My apologies if all the money in the world can't fix that."

Sighing, Gendry crunched up all his left over paper from lunch and shoved it in the trash, pulling himself to his feet. It had been a fucking horrible day, but he was getting used to fucking horrible days. He couldn't remember when he had had a good day. He barely remembered what a good day was. That was pathetic, but then again, so was his life.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that the red haired girl and Arya were shuffling off for their lunch break. He wasn't in the mood to follow them, and receive more of Arya's unfounded contempt, so he walked to the edge of the pier and looked out over the lake for a while, letting the wind ruffle and tousle his hair.

After about ten minutes, he saw that the pickers were filing back out to get to work, so he made his way back to the restaurant. The wind was starting to act up again, and he could see the clouds rolling in as he shoved his hands in his pockets. The beauty of the day was dulling away, as it always did, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of uselessness. It would be better when he got his hands on another car, and could lose himself, but more often than not, Gendry felt himself sitting and staring at his helmet, thinking of the motorcycle he had left behind and everything else that had come with it.

As he approached the restaurant, there was a shout, and then a crash, and then a yell. Arya's yell.

Gendry burst in the restaurant just as Wheeze grabbed a fistful of Arya's hair as she tried to run away, an apple tart in her hand, her mouth open in a scream. Behind the counter Hot Pie was roaring in pain, writhing on the ground.

"LET HER GO!" Gendry roared, grabbing Wheeze's throat and slamming him into the counter.

"You stay out of it!" Arya shouted, trying to pry Gendry away from Wheeze while rubbing her head at the same time.

"What did you do to them?" Gendry shouted. "Keep your fucking hands off them!"

"I didn't do nothing!" Wheeze gasped, turning purple. "It was her!"

"You liar!" Gendry roared as Wheeze's fingers clawed at his, trying to wrench them away from his throat. "I saw you attack her!"

"Only because she attacked me!" Hot Pie shrieked. "She punched me in the face!"

Gendry dropped Wheeze in shock and spun around to face Arya, who was glaring at him. What a surprise.

"Wha-?"

"What is the meaning of this?" Tywin asked coldly, the door banging closed behind him and issuing a ringing, confused silence. He glared at them all, and Gendry shot a look at Arya, whose face looked surprisingly blank. He wondered... Should he lie to protect her?

"It was me," she said mildly. "I wanted Hot Pie to pinch me a tart, but he said he'd get into trouble. I told him that if he looked the other way, I'd steal it, but he didn't like that either. So I punched him in the face and took it."

She shrugged.

"I caught her," Wheeze gasped, massaging his throat. "But that crazy son of a bitch attacked me."

"You caught her by her hair!" Gendry shouted, feeling extremely irked. This time it was he who glared at Arya, not the other way around. What on earth would possess her to do something like that?

"I'm starving," she said to Tywin. "We're all starving. I punched Hot Pie so he wouldn't get in trouble."

"Gee thanks a lot," Hot Pie said, holding his nose, which was bleeding.

"I figured that, if I hit him than there was no possible way he could have prevented me from stealing it," she said, still very matter-of-fact, "so there would be no way to punish him."

There was a long, strained silence. Gendry could hear Hot Pie's choking noises in the background as he attempted to mop up the blood draining from his nose, and also the weird, gasping noises Wheeze was making as he endeavored to regain his breath, but it was Tywin that Gendry was looking at. Tywin who he watched with baited breath, as the older man looked Arya dead in the eye with no expression at all. That was the most unnerving thing about it. Gendry couldn't tell what Tywin was thinking. He could be thinking anything, each as bad as the next.

But then... Then Tywin did something Gendry had never seen him do. He smiled.

"You're clever," he said to Arya, "aren't you?"

She shrugged indifferently, but for a flash of a second, there was something, maybe about her eyes, that told Gendry that she was scared. Maybe not a lot, but she was. At least she knew, somewhere internally, that Tywin Lannister was a man to be feared, and that if you had any sense, you'd listen to that fear. But Arya... Well she wouldn't be Arya if she wasn't stubborn. Even if she felt the instinct to be afraid, she shrugged it off and stared right back at Tywin with ease.

She shrugged.

"No need for false modesty," Tywin said, which was basically the nicest thing Gendry had ever heard the older man say. "I bet you can read, and do math. You've been to school too, I'd wager."

Again Arya shrugged.

"How did you do in school?" Tywin wanted to know. Gendry frowned. Why was Tywin so interested in Arya? He didn't suspect... Did he?

"I did alright," Arya said simply, "when I did my work."

Tywin chuckled.

"Hmm," he said, giving her a long look, "how would you like to be my assistant?"

This surprised Arya, and it certainly shocked Gendry. For a moment, a split second, in her surprise Arya forgot herself, forgot her anger towards Gendry, and she looked at him, as if searching for an answer. He shrugged, and then she seemed to remember that she was mad at him and she looked away quickly, a scowl on her face.

"I..." Arya looked like she was thinking very quickly. "I... I don't think I'm suited for the job, sir."

Tywin laughed.

"You're suited better than any of these other worthless sods," he said, his icy eyes boring into Arya.

"Gee thanks," Gendry mumbled under his breath.

"You can read, you can do math, and you're clever," Tywin said. "This isn't a request, girl. I'm making you my assistant. You can start tomorrow."

Arya again shot a look at Gendry. This one was of pleading confusion. 'She still needs me,' Gendry thought. 'Even though she doesn't want to.'

"What's your name?" Tywin demanded.

"Nan," Arya said, twitching slightly at the lie. "Short for Nymeria."

"An unusual name," Tywin said.

"That's why I go by Nan," Arya said sharply, causing Gendry to wince. Couldn't she just, for once, play by the rules? Apparently not. "So people don't mess it up."

"I think I'll call you Nymeria," Tywin said, his lip twitching slightly. "You'll just have to forgive me if I mess it up from time to time."

There was a moment of swelling silence, and then Tywin frowned, as if pleased with the way things had gone, and he turned and left, leaving everyone to gape after him. After the door swung shut, there was a moment of silence.

"What the fuck Arry?" Hot Pie swore loudly, clutching his nose.

"Oh shut up," Arya snarled. "You have all you can eat here. Look at you, with your fucking apple tarts. It isn't fair!"

"So you punched him in the face," Gendry snapped, thoroughly fed up with Arya's attitude. "Brilliant logic there. Really mature."

"You can go fuck yourself!" Arya shouted, rounding on Gendry with a surprising amount of rage. "Don't go around pretending that you care about me because you don't! You don't!"

"Well that escalated quickly," Hot Pie muttered, holding a napkin to his nose.

"What?" Gendry snapped back indignantly. "That's not true! I care, all right?"

"Bullshit," Arya yelled. "BULL. SHIT. Ever since you showed up here you've completely ignored me. You were supposed to be my friend!"

"Friend?" Gendry shouted, his temper getting the better of him. "I was never your friend!"

There was no denying the look of total and utter hurt that crashed across Arya's face. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish's, and to Gendry's horror he saw that there were tears pooling in her eyes. But he hadn't meant it like that! He was happy to be her friend, but she had never let him. She had never let him even be her protector.

"Shit Arya, I never meant-"

"It's NAN!" She screamed at him. "And you know what? You're right. We're not friends, so don't talk to me, got that? Don't talk to me ever again."

"Ary- Nan," Gendry said, reaching out to grab her arm, but she wrenched away from him and stormed out of the restaurant, banging the door open with such force that the already cracked glass of the window shattered. "WAIT! WAIT!"

But it was too late. She was already gone, disappeared behind the tangled of rides and stands.

"Fuck!" Gendry swore loudly, kicking a chair.

"Nice one," Hot Pie said, leaning his head back. "You know nothing about women."

"You know what?" Gendry snapped in total irritation. "I'm starting to think you deserved that punch."

And with that he stormed out of the restaurant too.

Sorry about the slow updates for this story. It's going to be pretty slow going with this one, I'm afraid. School has just started, and I'm super stressed out, and... Sigh. I just don't really know. I have a very love-hate relationship with this fic, sometimes I think it's great, while others I just don't even want to write it anymore. Nerghhh (don't worry, I'll keep updating. I'm not a jerk, I'm just slightly stressed out)