[A/N]: So with all the excitement of the return of GOT I've been able to get chapters out faster than usual. Thanks again to all those who reviewed the last chapter they are always appreciated. So have a read and leave me a review to let me know what you think :)

Gendry

He thought he had felt anger towards Joffrey before but what he was experiencing now was something a thousand, no tens of thousands times worse. He could hear the discomfort in Arya's voice as Joffrey continued to violate her. He could picture the whole thing. Joffrey's greedy hands rubbing her up and down. The sick suckling noises he made as he prodded her with his tongue. The sick bastard was toying with her and she had only just met up with him. As they continued to listen in he glanced around at the faces of the other three men that were with him. Both Ned and Jon looked like they were ready to murder someone and Hot Pie had a look of plain shock painted on his face. He just wanted her to say those three words. As soon as she said those they could all go in and get her and Sansa away from him. "I don't know how much more of this I can take," he confessed aloud.

His companions all looked at him in understanding. "Same," replied Jon, his voice coming out in a pained tone. "I just don't understand how he hasn't gotten some kind of professional help. The Lannisters practically shit gold and can afford to make him a torture house but not get his fucking head looked at." He shook his head from side to side. "It just doesn't make sense."

"Nothing about the Lannisters makes sense," Ned interjected. "All they care about is power and their pride. It wouldn't do to have one of their own declared as mentally unstable, so instead they let him do what he has to in secret. The only one of them worth anything is Tyrion and he left years ago."

"I just didn't think he was this…this crazy," Gendry sighed. "He's been like this for so long and none of us noticed, or chose not to."

"The only one to blame here are the Lannisters Gendry. They are very good at what they do and if anyone should be feeling guilty here it's me. This lunatic has both my daughters and I gave him my blessing to marry Sansa. What kind of father delivers his child into the hands of a psychopath?"

"You didn't really have a choice Dad," Jon cut in. "Sansa is just as bad as Arya when it comes to making her mind up on things. She wanted to be with that prick and if you had stopped her it would have only made her want to be with him more."

"Aye, I suppose you're right," Ned said solemnly still riddled with guilt. He was about to say something else when they heard Arya cry out. Everyone in the car stilled and listened carefully, expecting her to say the words that would lead to her escape and Joffrey's capture. Gendry was relieved to hear that nothing had happened to her. But as they listened on, hearing Joffrey's sick confession of what he had done, about how all of his family had been involved and about how he thought he and Arya were destined to be together, that sick feeling in the pit of his stomach continued to bubble.

"Well looks like you've got your confession," Hot Pie stated in a semi cheerful voice. When they had informed his friend of what was going on he looked at them blankly for a few moments before smiling a smile so big it reminded him of the cat of Alice in Wonderland. He thought it would be cool to pretend to act like some sort of spy, but as they listened on he could see how the expression on his face soured at what he could hear happening.

Please say the words soon Ar, please say them soon, he thought over and over. He just wanted her by his side away from that psycho. He didn't want Arya to end up like another one of Joffrey's victims and he didn't like the sound of this Mountain guy he had working for him. It all seemed to happen in an instant. His prayers were finally answered when he heard Arya threaten Joffrey.

"You won't get away with this Joffrey…winter is coming and when it comes for you, you're going to wish you never messed with my family."

He had to smile at that. His little wolf still hadn't lost any of her fierceness and he felt pride swell up in him at the harshness of her tone. "Let's move," he ordered and all men piled out of the black SUV.

"Here," Jon said as he handed Gendry a steel bat.

"Thanks," he replied taking a practice swing to familiarise himself with the weight of it.

"What about you two?" he looked at Jon and Ned. Both men pulled up the hems of their shirts to reveal two mean looking guns.

"Fuck, you guys certainly came prepared."

"You can never be too careful when it comes to situations like this," Ned said back. "I've let Jory know where to meet us," he continued. "From what I've heard of the Mountain, he's not one to be easily subdued."

"We can't wait for them to get here Ned, we need to get her out now."

"I know and we will, which is why I've brought these." They all followed as Ned opened the boot to the car and pulled out a large black duffle bag. Unzipping it he revealed an assortment of weapons for them to use at their disposal as well as an array of communication devices. He threw Jon and himself an earpiece and gave Hot Pie a radio to speak into. "Hot Pie, I'm going to need you to stay by the car to let my men know where to go when they get here."

"But shouldn't I come with you so I can show you where to go?"

"You can bring up the blue prints of the building can't you?"

"Yea that's easy."

"Good because all you need to do is direct us through this," he pointed to the radio. "This is connected to all of our ear pieces so you won't need to come down with us. We've already asked too much from you and I'm afraid that what awaits us there is far too dangerous for you." Hot Pie nodded in agreement and he Jon and Ned proceeded to load themselves up with as many weapons as possible. Gendry now had a gun along with two hunting knives safely hidden under his shirt and strapped to the bottom of his leg. He didn't know what he was going to do with the gun considering he had never fired one in his life, but he thought it would be safer to have one in his possession if the time came where he needed one.

After testing that the radio and ear pieces worked he, Jon and Ned made their way into the building, listening to the directions Hot Pie was providing them. "You guys are going to have to go straight for a while then turn left when I tell you." The building was dark and danky and looked to have been abandoned for some time. Dust and cobwebs made this place their home and there were parts that looked to have been vandalised at some point or another with graffiti coating the walls. "Turn left now," they followed his friends command and headed down a corridor that seemed to narrow suddenly.

"It looks like a dead end mate are you sure you're reading that map right?" he asked his friend.

"Yes I'm reading the bloody map right. I'm not an idiot Gendry. You guys must be at the spot he opened that hidden door. Do you remember what bolt he pushed?"

"It was the fifth one along on the third row right?"

"Yep. Now push it and keep going straight." He counted the bolts across till he got to the fifth one and pushed on it lightly. He was amazed at how the wall before him disappeared, folding into itself like magic and revealing the room that lay behind it.

"You have to admit that is pretty fucking cool," he announced to the two men beside him.

"Yea probably the only cool thing about that blonde cunt," Jon replied tersely.

"Language son," Ned chided.

"Sorry Dad." Gendry still found it amusing how even though Jon was a grown man, whenever his father was present he always managed to revert back to the boy he grew up with.

They stepped into the room and once they had all walked through they heard the walls close in behind them. They didn't have to walk far to get to the elevator. There was only a button with an arrow pointing downwards so they pressed it, hoping it would take them to the same place Arya was. It would have only been a few minutes but it felt like hours to Gendry. The anticipation of it all had him tightening his grip on the metal bat he had in his possession. "Now boys we need to try to remain as calm as possible when we get there. Don't attack Joffrey unless you are provoked. If we can get him out of here with as little damage as possible it will work more in our favour. We may have all the evidence we need to put that entire family away for life but I don't want to risk having that taken away from us because we couldn't control our temper, is that understood?"

"Yes sir," both men answered dutifully, although in the back of his mind Gendry was imagining how good it would feel to just take one swing at Joffrey. A little bruising would be ok wouldn't it? The doors to the lift opened and Gendry's eyes instantly found Arya's. Joffrey had his back to them but turned immediately when he saw Arya's eyes widen in their direction.

"What the fuck?" the blonde roared. He made a move to grab something from the inside of his jacket, but Arya knocked whatever he pulled out, right out of his hands and kicked him in the groin. Adrenalin took over and he ran towards his step-brother. The look of shock and fear on his face only urged him on and in a matter of seconds he had lifted the oldest Lannister boy up by the collar of his shirt and slammed him against the wall. "Let go of me!" he squealed more than screamed. There was venom in his voice and he could see the hatred streaming from his green eyes. "You're going to be so fucking sorry for this you stupid fucking thug!"

"Me sorry. You're the one who is going to be sorry you fucking prick. You're fucking ruined. You and that sick fucking family of yours. You'll make someone a nice prison bitch with that pretty blonde hair of yours."

"You're dreaming," Joffrey said, provoking Gendry. "Do you know how many people have tried and failed? No you wouldn't would you because none of them are around to tell you."

"We've got you Joffrey. You, your mother, your uncle and your grandfather. You confessed everything and we've got it all recorded you sick bastard." Joffrey just laughed in his face, not showing a single ounce of fear.

"You're even dumber than you look Gendry. I've still got one trick up my sleeve." Joffrey's gaze flickered to Jon and Ned who were behind him comforting Arya. "Hello Ned and Jon, it's always a pleasure," he continued to taunt them.

"Where's Sansa?" Ned demanded. Gendry reluctantly put him down and Ned and Jon stood in his place so he could make his way to Arya. He scooped her up in his arms and squeezed her so tight he could hear the air rush out of her lungs. She looked slightly dishevelled but he couldn't help but smile now that he had her back in his arms.

"Hmmm…Sansa let me think…oh that's right she's being looked after by the Mountain, my new bodyguard."

"And where the bloody hell would that be exactly?" Ned's composed voice was faltering and Gendry could tell it was becoming difficult for him not to hurl the cocky wanker across the room.

"I don't know exactly. I seem to have forgotten but if you give me back my radio I'll call into him to see where he has my lovely fiancé. Though she isn't looking as lovely as always, why don't you take a look for yourselves on the TV screen." Ned roughly hauled Joffrey with him as Arya showed them what he was talking about. He could see the fury rise in Ned as he saw the state of his oldest daughter. She was bloodied and bruised and unrecognisable. Gendry couldn't help but think that the same thing could have happened to Arya if she hadn't told them about the meeting.

"You're going to tell me where my daughter is or so help me God I will make you experience a pain you never thought possible." Joffrey just laughed again, like this was all some big joke.

"Oh come on Ned, you and I both know you don't have the balls." Without hesitation Ned slammed the side of Joffrey's head against one of the white walls, wiping the smirk off his face.

"Where is my fucking daughter you bloody degenerate? Or am I going to have to do that again to make you talk?"

"You wouldn't dare," Joffrey stammered out, all signs of confidence now fading. He obviously didn't count on anyone being so rough with him. Ned only smiled. A smile that would have had any man shitting his pants. This time he slammed the other side of Joffrey's head against another wall.

"I can do this all night if I have to Joffrey. Now where the hell is my bloody daughter?"

"She…she…she's further down…please don't hurt me anymore," he begged.

"Further down? What do you mean?"

"There's another lift that goes right to the bottom. If you let me go I'll show you."

"Don't do it Dad, I don't trust him. He'll probably set off some sort of alarm warning his people that we're here."

"And if he does, he'll find himself living the life of a eunuch. Now take me to my daughter, and no funny business. You know us Starks keep our word."

Joffrey complied and they watched as he walked towards the opposite side of the room. His knees wobbled and his normal cocky demeanour was now broken down, revealing the coward within. They paid close attention as they watched him run his hand over a seemingly standard part of the wall. Once again they were amazed as the wall disappeared revealing the entrance to the other elevator he was talking about. "This is ridiculous," Gendry mumbled. "I've grown up having whatever I wanted handed to me on a silver platter, but never in my wildest dreams would I have asked to have one, let alone two fucking hidden doors like this produced for me."

"That's because you aren't a psychopath who needs to hide his murderous tendencies from the world," Arya responded, her hand holding his tighter.

"Gendry I want you to take Arya out of here. Jory and the others should be here by now and Jon and I will be able to take it from here."

"No Dad I'm coming with you. I didn't come all this way and put up with all I did to get pushed out of the plan last minute. I need to see Sans and make sure she is ok. She'll want me there."

"Ary-"

"No Dad!" Arya interrupted. "I'm coming, end of story. Now give me a knife or a gun or something I can use. You'll need all the help you can get and I'm a pretty good shot."

"Fine," he grumbled. "Jon give your sister a knife. I don't want her going in unarmed."

"Arya are you sure about this?" Gendry asked still a little worried about her.

"I'm fine Gendry. I need to do this. You saw what that monster did to her. Her face, her hair and Gods know what else. I'll be fine, I promise." She stuck out her pinky and wrapped it with his. "Pinky promise," she smiled.

There was no point in arguing so he simply brought his forehead to hers. "I'll hold you to that Arya Stark. If anything happens to you I won't forgive you," he joked but the truth was it was himself he wouldn't forgive.

"Likewise you stupid bull," she teased back, before pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"Are you two ready?" Jon asked looking uncomfortable at their affection for one another.

"Yep," Arya piped up. They all stumbled into the elevator, Ned still keeping a tight hold of Joffrey.

"Don't try anything stupid," Gendry heard Ned all but whisper in Joffrey's ear, causing his eyes to widen in fear.

"Your Dad is a scary man when he wants to be," Gendry said softly to Arya so nobody else could hear.

She only giggled lightly and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry, I'll protect you from him," she said playfully. The doors to the elevator opened gradually, as if everything was in slow motion. They were welcomed by a bright light that seemed almost blinding and all he remembered next came out in a blur. The warmth of Arya's hand in his was retched from his grasp and the sound of screams and gunshots filled his ears.