Arya

Gendry was distraught. Arya couldn't imagine what it must feel like to kill somebody, but there were a number of people she wanted to do so to. Cersei Lannister, Joffrey Baratheon, Gregor Clegane, the Freys. The people who betrayed her father, and were trying to do the same to her.

Arya looked over at Gendry unsure of what to say. After all, he did save her life, and potentially his own as well. There's no doubt the Frey man would have shot Gendry had Gendry not acted first. Arya got upset at the thought of losing Gendry. He has proven himself to be a true friend in this situation. It was hard for her to believe that the two of them have known each other for such a short amount time.

"We must get going, before someone finds out about the fire and the police start looking for the source," he said.

"But we didn't start it!"

"We didn't, but I don't know about the rest of them." He was talking about the Brotherhood. "They started the fire, blew up their bikes, threw around some punches, and drove off. Arya, they left us behind!" he exclaimed as he started to walk down the road to where Arya could see her bike parked.

"They didn't mean to! I'm sure of it. Perhaps they thought we were caught inside the fire!" she protested.

"Then why didn't anyone try to come in and save us? Huh? I bet they just used you as an excuse to destroy the Freys' place. Heck, I bet this was their plan all along!"

"No, Gendry! Harwin was here, wasn't he?" she asked hopefully.

He nodded.

"Harwin wouldn't just drive off, he's a friend! So is Ned! Was Ned here as well?" she continued.

Gendry nodded again.

"It must be a mistake, let's go drive back to their camp, and see what happened."

"Absolutely not, Arya. We are not going back there. Under no circumstances. We said we would get back on the road yesterday, and here we are, in the middle of no where, all thanks to the Brotherhood."

"But Gendry…" she didn't know what to say.

They were nearly at her bike, and it finally hit her. They didn't have any of their stuff.

"Gendry, we don't have any of our things with us. Not even money, I left my satchel at the cottage. We must go back to get that at least."

He stopped in his tracks, clearly forgetting about their things.

"Doesn't matter," he said as he continued walking towards the bike. "We'll find a way. As long as we have the bike, we'll get back to Winterfell."

We'll get back to Winterfell. When did he start referring to them as we? And back to Winterfell, like he's been there before. Arya smiled to herself at his unawareness of what he was saying. Despite all that has happened, she still allowed herself to embrace the warm feeling inside her stomach, just for a moment though.

They were now at the bike, and Arya put her hand out waiting to retrieve the keys from Gendry. He handed them from her, and not wasting any time, she got on. She felt Gendry sit on the bike behind her, and wrap his arms around her waist. He was careful not to get too close, but once they started riding, she felt his grip around her tighten and his body move closer to her own.

They rode into the night, not stopping for rest until Arya couldn't keep her eyes open any longer. Driving off to the side of the road, they found a spot in the woods behind a large rock where the two of them could sleep. They laid down next to each other, but on this night Gendry turned his back towards Arya and didn't say a word. She didn't try to say anything to him, nor did she try to cuddle up to him to keep warm. Arya just laid there, watching the back of his neck. Arya let out a small tear, and fell asleep.

Arya woke up the next morning due to the extreme rumbling she felt at the bottom of her stomach. She was hungry. She only had a small breakfast the day prior, and all of the getting kidnapped and running around made her hungry.

Getting up quietly not to wake Gendry, Arya set up an animal trap, hoping to catch a rabbit or a squirrel. Arya remembered the last time she set up an animal trap. It was the middle of the night, and Gendry stabbed his toe in the dark. This was before the Freys, before the Brotherhood, before getting kidnapped, before Gendry killed a man to save her. Arya felt a knot rise up in her throat. Gendry killed a man to save her. He put himself in danger to save her. A girl he barely knew.

After what seemed like forever, a white rabbit made his way into Arya's trap, and not long after Arya had him skinned and put through a stick. Starting a small fire using a lighter Arya found in her bike's trunk, Arya started roasting the rabbit.

Gendry must've woken up to the smell of food, no doubt he was just as hungry as Arya. Sitting across from Arya he asked, "How'd you catch it?"

"I set up a trap. Turns out, catching game in the light is a lot easier than in the dead of night."

Gendry let out a small smile. His eyes were sad and fixated on the ground. Arya realized that the two of them have not truly spoken of what happened the night prior.

"Gendry… about last night," she began.

"You don't have to say anything. I did what I had to do."

"I… it was stupid of me. To get caught. I mean, I don't even know how I got caught. But then I was in that basement, strapped to the chair, and – "

"Did they do something to you?" he was looking at her now, worry written across his face.

"No," she began, but then remembered. "Well, he hit me, but it's really nothing."

He was by her side now, his hand touched her chin as he turned her face towards his. He was looking at what Arya was sure was a bruise from where the Frey man had hit her.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm sorry I let this happen to you. I should've watched you more. I should've… I should've…"

Arya wrapped her arms around him. He did the same. Gendry's grip was tight around her, and as he let his face rest upon her shoulder, suddenly she understood. She understood what it must feel like for him. He was blaming himself for her getting taken, while Arya knew more than anything that it was her own fault.

Arya broke off their hug, and looked into Gendry's eyes. So beautiful, she thought, a perfect reflection of what kind of a person he was, inside and out. Arya wondered what made this bull-headed boy love her the way he did. She didn't need to hear it from him, no words needed to be spoken. The way he held her and the look in his eyes was worth more than any words could be.

Arya felt a tear stream down her face, but for once it was a happy tear. He wiped it away with his thumb, its calloused tip gentle against her soft skin. In that moment, Arya realized that perhaps she loved him too.

A/N: D'awww. Arya loves Gendry. Or at least she thinks she does. So, I know I said I'll reveal who else Gendry has shot, but I realized that it just didn't fit into this chapter as I was writing it. I'll put it in the next one, hopefully!