Gendry

As soon as Anguy let Beric know that Arya was missing, him and Thoros exchanged looks.

"It's the Freys. They must've recognized her," said Thoros.

"We must let Harwin know this very second," said Beric, getting up from his seat. "He'll want to know that she's gone missing. You better pray Harwin doesn't do anything to you for loosing her, boy," he continued, as he pointed his finger at Gendry.

Gendry knew he shouldn't blame himself, but he couldn't help but do just that. He knew that had he been more attentive to her, and more strict about her staying near him, none of this would happen. Now Arya was Gods know where and it was all because of Gendry. Whatever Harwin would or wouldn't do to Gendry, Gendry knew that he deserved it.

"Don't look so sour, boy. We'll find her, don't you worry," said Anguy, giving him a pat on the shoulder.

"We'll get a group together right away, and drive over to where the Freys live," mentioned Thoros as he made his way towards the other cottages.

Not even five minutes later, there were 8 of them ready to go. Among them there was an older man named Tom, a man named Lem who wore a bright yellow jacket, and much to Gendry's dismay, Ned Dayne. The three of them joined Gendry, Thoros, Anguy, Beric, and now Harwin, who was sending angry glares towards Gendry.

"You'll have to ride her motorcycle," said Thoros as he looked at Gendry.

"What?"

"Well, we'll be riding our motorcycles, and we don't have any to spare, so you'll have to ride hers."

"Must we ride motorcycles? Why can't I take my truck?"

"We're a brotherhood, Gendry, we ride motorcycles," said Ned.

"Fine," said Gendry before he went to get Arya's motocycle.

A few minutes passed, and Gendry rode to where the Brotherhood was getting set to leave. He got strange looks from the group, as they looked from Gendry, down to Arya's bike.

"You sure you're not a Baratheon, boy? It's just, that bike is yellow and black. You know, the Baratheon colours," said Thoros, with a small smile upon his face.

"I'm sure," snapped Gendry. "This bike is Arya's after all. Now, can we please get going?"

"Alright, follow me boys," said Beric as he rode ahead of the group. The rest followed behind.

The ride took an incredibly long time. Gendry wasn't sure how long exactly, but it felt like hours. He just couldn't shake off the image of Arya from his head. What was being done to her right now? Who took her, and with what intention? She was just a girl – no, a woman now. But she was still innocent. What could they possibly want with her?

Stopping just at the bottom of the hill of a house that Gendry figured was their destination, Beric got off of his bike and made his way over to Gendry. The rest of the group seemed to huddle around them.

"Whenever the Freys take someone captive they usually bring them here. They're not the smartest bunch, and usually don't have more than a few people in that house at a time. However, it's night-time now, the rest of them could be back in the house," started Beric. "You and Ned will stand guard, while the rest of us will go up there by foot and set a distraction. Then we'll sneak in and look for the girl."

"NO!" protested Gendry. "You must take me with you. I won't stay guard when the woman I lo…" he stopped before he said anything else.

"Listen, lad," Thoros was now by his side. "I know you care about her, but it's simply not safe for you to go with us. We don't know how you operate, you could get in the way."

"But…" began Gendry.

"You'll stay here. Ned will make sure to send us a signal if anyone else drives up the road. Just keep your eyes out, Ned will do the rest," said Beric.

Gendry felt worthless. Here he was, getting bossed around by a stranger while the woman he loved and cared so deeply for, was probably held captive not even 100 metres away from where he stood. Gendry was fidgeting with his hands as the rest of group ran towards the house.

Remembering to do his part, he scanned the area around them. Nothing. Gendry continue to keep watch until he heard an explosion coming from the top of the hill. That's it, he wasn't going to stand and "keep watch" any longer. Gendry ran towards the top of the hill ignoring Ned's shouting behind him.

All hell was breaking loose near the top of the hill. The explosion was big, and blew up what looked like a number of bikes. Gendry saw two men he did not recognize run outside, as Anguy and Thoros ran towards them and punched them almost simultaneously. Gendry saw more fighting happening on the side of the house, and noticed what looked like a small fire on the second level.

Not thinking about anything other than saving Arya, Gendry ran towards the inside of the house. Harwin seemed to notice, and tried screaming after him, but just like he did with Ned, Gendry ignored his pleas.

Smoke was starting to fill the house as Gendry got inside. He noticed a bald man run down the stairs into the basement. He didn't seem to notice Gendry, so Gendry decided to follow him.

The bottom of the stairs connected to a long corridor. The man unlocked the door into one of the rooms and ran in. Gendry quickly followed behind.

"We're moving you someplace else. You best cooperate if you wish to live!" shouted the man.

Gendry couldn't see who the man was speaking to, but he'd bet his life that it was Arya.

"Step away," said Gendry in a firm voice. He didn't even realize it at the time, but the gun that he got out of the glove department of his tuck, was already firmly gripped in his hand and pointed at the man.

The man turned around, and started reaching for his own gun, tucked away in his jeans.

Gendry took one look at Arya, and fired at the man. He fired once again for reasons he did not understand, and moments after the man fell on top of Arya. Blood was gushing from his abdomen, and another few moments later, the man was dead.

Regret and shame had washed over Gendry. Gendry couldn't help but think back to the last time he pulled a trigger at a man. Why must the people he loves always be in danger?

Then Arya ran over to him. Her hands were tied together, and a loose rope was tied around one of her legs.

"Gendry! Gendry!" she screamed. "Gendry! Listen, to me, we must get going!" she continued as she touched his face with her tied up hands.

He didn't want to go. He just wanted to stay in this darkened room, and cry over the body of the man he just killed. But smoke was starting to make its way into the basement, and Gendry knew that a quick escape was necessary.

Gendry took Arya by her hands, and led her out of the room to where the stairs were. Arya was starting to cough as the smoke surrounded them. Gendry put one hand around his mouth, and motioned for her to do the same with her two hands, as they continued to run out of the house.

The upstairs was covered with smoke. It was a miracle that the two of them were able to find a door that led outside. Running out, the two of them were coughing, their breaths becoming more laboured as they tried to inhale the fresh air.

Looking around, Gendry took note of the surroundings. There were a couple of people passed out on the ground, the fire from the explosion was starting to die down, and down below Gendry could see the Brotherhood's motorcycles driving away.

They left them. They left them behind. Gendry couldn't believe it, but a part of him knew to never trust them. Looking over at Arya, she was still panting. She then came closer to him, and motioned for him to untie her hands. Gendry did so with no difficulty, and Arya took his hands in hers.

He looked down at her, and could see what looked like tears starting to form at the corner of her eyes.

"Thank you," she said. "Thank you, Gendry. I am forever in your debt."

A/N: So here's a look of what happened from Gendry's perspective. In the next chapter we'll find out who else Gendry shot once upon a time. Also, the Brotherhood left Arya & Gendry, we won't find out why for a little bit, but it's back to just being Arya & Gendry… for now. Please review!