A/N: I know that it has been a while but I am back. I know that it has been a long time. My last post was the day that I had my boxer. I want to try to get a post up every two weeks at least. I know this one is a little different from what I have been writing, the style and the characters are not how they have been, but I will get back in touch with them when I start writing more. Hope that you like this one. Thanks for sticking in there while I relearned to be a mommy.

Bran

All waiting rooms look the same. They are all to clean and have the same old issues of the same shitty magazines. Bran sat looking at a back issue of Mens Health. Ned was on his phone writing emails to the office. He was glad that it was his dad that was with him to see the new neurologist. His mother would have been mean to the new doctor because once she set her mind on something she didn't change her opinion, and her opinion on Dr. Baelish was already made that he was the best doctor to cure Bran.

"Bran Stark?" The medical assistant called from the door that lead back into the actual clinic. Bran and Ned stood up and walked to the young girl who smiled and told them to follow her. They walked down a hall past exam rooms and around a corner to a regular office. Sitting at the desk with her back to the Starks was a woman on the phone.

"Yes I would like a copy of all his scans. I am consulting for the Starks. The patient wanted a second opinion. My office has already faxed you a copy of the release to have his records transferred to my office. The patient and his father have requested that I have a copy of his records. There is no reason why you or your boss should not send them to me. In fact what you are doing is not ethical. If I do not receive the records, including all his scans and lab work I will be forced to call the medical review board and have them launch an investigation on your office. Yes, thank you." The doctor hung up the phone and swung her chair around to look at the pair in her doorway.

Bran looked at the doctor. She was younger then he had imagined a leading neuron doctor would be. Her hair was wild and all over the place. And there was something in her eyes that Bran found comforting. It was liked she had seen bad things but she was laughing at them. She made Bran feel brave and he just knew that she would be able to figure out what was going on with him. Dr. Osha stood up and buttoned her white coat and held out her hand.

"Mr. Stark, Bran I am pleased to meet you, as well as a little embarrassed that you head to hear that little exchange I was having on the phone." She shook Neds hand then Brans smiling the whole time.

"It is no problem Dr. Osha. I am glad that you are checking over everything in handling Brans case. Dr. Baelish has raised more questions then results. Bran and I are glad that you are willing to consult with us." Ned sat down in one of the two chairs set before the desk.

"I do not want to talk badly of another doctor in my field, but Dr. Baelish had been known to misdiagnose and mistreat patients from time to time for his own personal reasons. It is good that you are looking for a second opinion." Osha smiled at the pair. "Now Bran would you mind having a blood test and another brain scan today? I bet you are sick of needles and the whole hassle of brain scans, but I would like to see what is going on with you today."

"I don't mind. I figured that you would need to do something like that. So I came prepared. I didn't wear anything metal or magnetic. And needles are no problem now. I am used to them." Bran smiled sheepishly at the doctor. She smiled in return and nodded her head.

Osha pressed a button on her phone and a voice answered on the other end.

"Val I would like you to come bet Bran Stark for a blood test and can you have the tech prep the MRI and CAT scans for him as well? And have his records arrived yet?"

"No not yet doctor. They should be here soon. Should I have one of the girls call and harass them again?" Val asked.

"No. Not yet. But if the records are not here by the time Bran is done with the scans I will be calling the review board and reporting Baelish. I am sick of his office pulling this shit." Osha's eyes flicked over to the Starks and she blushed. "Sorry for the language sir. That will be all Val."

In a few minutes the medical assistant that had led them to the office came back to collect Bran to start his tests. She was the girl that Dr. Osha had been talking on the phone. She took Bran to the lab and sat with him while the lab assistant took his blood. She tried to get Bran talking and at first he was not interested but there was something about the way that she commanded attention and demanded answers that Bran found himself telling her about his girl issues.

"I like this girl, and she kissed me. But she's older and my best friends sister and she sort of has a boyfriend. I feel like I am drowning and have no one to ask what to do. My family has been a little busy with its own drama lately and with my health issues and the things going on with my older sister girl problems have not been at the top of the list of things to talk about. I just don't know what to do." Bran blushed as he confessed this to a stranger that was watching a tech draw blood from his arm.

"You should go after her. Life is short. That's what I have learned working here. Everything can change in a blink of an eye. The worst thing that can happen is that she says no. That's all the blood that we need Bran. Time to go get you scanned kiddo. Come on this way." Val led the way to a room with the big whirling machines and Bran knew the routine.

Bran changed into the gown and lay down on the table and was slid into the MRI machine to have his head scanned. Val came back and led him to the CAT scan machine to have the rest of his body checked. He was sure that the chemo was bad for his body and he was pleased to find Dr. Osha was checking on all his body functions, not just for his head. When the scan was done he changed back into his clothes and Val took him back to the doctor's office.

"That son of a bitch lied to us Cat. He is going to pay for this. I will make sure that he suffers for what that slimy shit has done to our son." Ned's voice raged behind a door to the men's room.

Bran stopped walking and looked at Val walking beside him. She looked as white as a sheet and started walking faster to the doctor's office. Osha was on the phone yelling into it. She was speaking a language that Bran did not recognize. It sounded like Latin, but he was not sure. Val cleared her throat and Osha hung up the phone and looked Bran right in the eye.

"Bran would you sit down? I have some news to share with you." She indicated the chair in front of the desk but Bran shook his head and continued to stand. "Suit yourself. What you have Bran is not a tumor. You had one tumor, but that was removed. What remains is an aneurism. It has grown in size and the rate that it is growing it will rupture and you will die. The chemo that that snake was giving you was progressing the growth faster then normal. We will have to operate, but the good news about that is that once it is taken care of things should be back to normal for you."

Bran sat in stunned silence for a few moments, then his anger surfaced. He felt a burning desire to kill Dr. Baelish. He had put him through so much in the last few months. He could have died at any moment due to a blown aneurism and he had done nothing, except tell him that it was a tumor.

"How long have I had it?" Brans voice was calm and cold while his insides burned with rage.

"From your first trip to see Baelish. He knew about the entire time and did nothing."

"He will pay for this."

"He will son." Ned walked into the room then and stood by the doorway looking at his son to gauge his reaction to the news. "We will be able to make sure he pays."

Sansa

It had been a hard few months but things had finally taken a turn for the better when the courts had believed that Joffery Lannister was a bad guy. Her sister had other names for Joffery, but Sansa was not as crass as her sister. Sansa was glad that it was all behind her but she still had a long way to go before she was going to be back to normal, but having Joffery in jail was a relief to her. Another thing that was helping was seeing a psychologist two times a week.

Today she went straight to see her shrink after school. She was going to bring up an issue that she had been avoiding for a long time since she started her sessions. She sat in her car outside office and took a breath before walking in and opening up a can of worms that she was not totally ready to open, but she knew that she needed to do it.

The air conditioning blasted her as she walked into the office. The cheery receptionist told her to take a seat and she would be in to see the doctor in a few moments. Sansa pulled out her phone and started to text Sandor. She had gotten a Cosmo from the news stand the other day and had read an article about how to "Turn a guy on with texts." It had been a stupid article but it was worth a try to see what would happen if she tried to talk dirty with her boyfriend. She had decided to take it to the next level in their relationship so why not start now.

Hey sexy. I miss you.

God she felt like an idiot. She never called him sexy, even though he was. She had seen him without a shirt on and his body was perfect. But she felt like an idiot for calling him sexy.

Hey yourself. Are you at the shrinks?

Yeah, but I can't stop thinking about you. I wish that I was with you so I could kiss you.

Corny and dumb. She was squirming on the inside. She felt like a total dork.

I want to be with you as well. What about tonight? We have that math test to study for. Want to get together and study?

I have another idea of something that we can study. And only you can help me. I have to go in to my appointment, I will talk to you when I am done to get this study session figured out.

Alright. I will be waiting.

Sansa was not sure that this is what Cosmo meant but it was a start. Maybe she would stop at a bookstore on the way home and get a smutty romance novel to show her how to talk dirty. When her appointment time came she walked into the "gossip spot" to get ready to embark on the difficult part of her recovery from her assault.

Olenna Tyrell was not the kind of person that you would think would become a psychologist upon first meeting her or hearing about her family. She had been recommended to Sansa from Willas Tyrell when he had first sat her down to work on her testimony for the trial. She had been unable to talk about that night without breaking down. He had looked at her and then said in a soft voice of his that he would like to call in his grandmother to help them be able to get her ready for the trial.

At first Sansa had not been happy with Olenna Tyrell. She was abrasive, blunt and truth be told slightly scary. But one thing that Sansa found refreshing was that she treated her like a real person, not a fragile person who had to be dealt with using kid gloves. As the weeks of prep went on and Sansa continued to meet with the old lady she began to gain strength and confidence that she did not know she had started to emerge from within herself. When the prep was over she told her parents that she wanted to continue to see Dr. Tyrell to help her deal with the stress of the trial. Now that the trial was over her mother wanted her to stop seeing a shrink, but Sansa had used her new found backbone and told her mother that she was not going to stop seeing her until she thought she was ready.

"Sansa dear. So good to see you. So what is it that you want to talk about today?" Dr. Olenna asked from her seat in her chair that reminded Sansa of a throne. Sansa always thought of Dr. Olenna as the classic example of a Lady and in her mind she called her Lady Olenna, not doctor.

"Well I was thinking we could broach the subject of sex." Sansas cheeks flamed red and she could not look the lady in the eyes.

"Oh a subject that I love discussing. Alright my dear, sit down and let us talk about sex and the strange enigma of the male mind." Lady Olenna smiled and Sansa couldn't help but return the smile.

"I think I am ready to take the next step in my relationship with Sandor. He has been so amazing with me, waiting for me to be ready and all that. And he has given me pleasure on more then one occasion, but I have not been able to bring myself to go below his belt."

"You mean that he had gone below yours but you haven't given his cock attention?" Olenna asked watching Sansas face get even redder. "Why is that dear? I know that you care for the boy, what do you think is the cause for your hesitation?" Sansa suspected that Lady Olenna knew the answer to the question already but wanted her to say it out loud.

"Every time I think of going for his thingy…"

"Now Sansa in this office we do not call the magnificent member of the male anatomy a thingy. It is a dick or cock. Or if you are not ready to it either of those things we can go clinical and call them by their medical name of penis. Rather boring I think, but it will work."

"Okay. Let me try to explain again using the right words. Every time I go for his penis I can't bring myself to do it because I have flashes of Jofferys. And once I think of that I still get a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach and I cannot bring myself to do anything. I freeze and I am tired of doing this. Sandor is important to me and I know he says he doesn't mind me not reciprocating any sexual release for him, but I want to. I want to overcome this so I can have normal relations with my boyfriend."

"Do you feel better saying that out loud?" Olenna smiled over at Sansa.

"Yeah. I do. Wow. But I don't think just saying that I am frightened of penises is enough. I have so many questions that I want to have answered. Like is there a way to have sex without me touching or seeing Sandors penis? How can I make him aroused without touching him there? Will I ever get over this fear enough to have a normal sex life? And more questions then I know how to ask."

"Well I can answer some questions for you Sansa. One is that there is a way to have sex without touching the man's penis. It will have to touch you, but you won't have to touch it with your hand and if it is dark where you have sex you won't see much so that doesn't matter much. And med are aroused by the strangest things that get them hard and ready for sex it can be almost too easy to get them in the mood. A good heavy make out session should be enough to get his libido going. And in time with the right partner and therapist you will be able to have a completely moral sex life." Lady Olenna smiled at Sansa and she took comfort in what the old lady was telling her.

"Thank you for being so opened with me. I didn't know who to talk to about these things." Sansa confessed.

"That is what I am here for Sansa dear. I am here to help and guide you on your quest to regain your life back and make you strong again. Perhaps stronger then you were before. Well dear that is all the time that you have for the day. Until our next session." Olenna went behind her desk and Sansa walked out of the room.

Her sprites were high as she made her appointments for the next week and she practically skipped out of the office on the way to her car. She decided that she was not only going to get some smutty books to talk dirty to her boyfriend but maybe some new lingerie as well. Things were looking up for Sansa and she was going to make sure life stayed good.

Myrcella

"I know that I have been a shitty father for the majority of your lives, and I have not even come close to making it up to the two of you, but I have to make a request of the two of you that will make me happy for the first time in a long time." Robert stood pacing around his study while Myrcella and Tommen sat in the arm chair in front of the fireplace.

Tommen watched his father with wide eyes full of love for the big man in front of him for the first time in his life. Since Cersei had left the house Tommen had developed a god like love for his father and for Gendry as soon as they found out he was their brother as well. Myrcella was reminded of when she was small. Her father had treated her like a princess from her earliest memories. She was glad to have the father from her early memories back. But it also made her sad to know he had been there the entire time, but her mother had banished him from her life and Tommen for so long that they had forgotten what a good man he was.

"What is it that you want to ask daddy?" Myrcella asked. She had a theory about what he wanted, but she wanted to hear her father say it.

"I want to ask Helen to marry me. I want her to be a mother to you, the mother that you deserve. I want us to be a real family for the first time in your lives and I want us all to be happy. Yesterday the divorce from your mother was finalized and we are no longer married and I want your blessing to marry again. This time for love, not for business. What do you think?" Robert had started to talk fast and he was sweating as he made his request to his children.

Tommen sprung out of the chair and started dancing around the study in the total dork fashion of a young child. He was shouting and whooping and making a complete racket. Myrcella just sat there smiling and Robert watched Tommen make a fool of himself. Things were looking up for them. Tommen was doing well in school and he no longer was making trouble at school and Robert was happy and the business was doing good for the first time since he was young. Myrcella was happy as well. Her family life was great and her love life was even better. The only dark cloud that she was hanging over them was her mother.

Tyrion had made an iron clad case against Cersei. She got nothing but what she came into the marriage with. Pycelle had tried to get the judge to grant joint custody of Myrcella and Tommen, but Myrcella spoke to the judge in privet and told him that she felt unsafe with her mother and was frightened to allow her younger brother be with her for any length of time without someone strong around to watch her mother and make sure that she did nothing to Tommen. He was still young and impressionable, she told the judge that if he let Cersei have joint custody she would warp Tommen the same way that she did Joffery and she would not allow that to happen.

So Cersei went back to her father with her tail between her legs and her depraved son behind her with nothing to her name but a small share in Roberts's company that would revert to Myrcella once she turned 18. That last little bit was Tyrion's idea. Robert was not pleased with the idea that the Lannisters would have a hold of his company, but Tyrion had used his crafty mind and put a clause in the divorce that once the eldest child of their union became an adult the child got everything.

Cersei thought that the shares would go to Joffery because he had not been disowned yet, she had not been aware that Robert had taken in the DNA proof that Joffery was not his son to the courts that morning and the world knew that he was not Roberts's son. So the shares would go to Myrcella. Now Cersei would lose everything her father had schemed and sold her into once Myrcella was old enough to take control.

Thanks to her crafty uncle she had decided to follow in her father's footsteps and go into the family business. She knew that her father would love it if she took an interest in things at the family company and it would also give them more time to spend together. She thought of it as the time that they lost.

Robert tore his eyes from his youngest son and came to sit down beside his daughter. He gave her a warm smile and reached out and took her hand in his. Since he had started dating Helen he had become more openly affectionate with his children. It was another improvement that Myrcella saw in her father.

"So you would be alright with me marring Helen? I won't ask unless I know that you and Tommen are alright with it. I have discussed it with Gendry and I know he is not totally comfortable with the idea. I don't blame him, but he is willing to give his mother's happiness a chance. I want to think that you would do the same for me." Robert used his soft tone of voice, as if he was afraid to utter his plea to loud.

"Dad I think that you have waited to long to marry Helen. I wish that you would have married her first instead of mom to tell you the truth. But if you would have done that Tommen and I would not be here." She smiled at him.

"The one thing that I am glad about from my marriage to your mother is that I have you and Tommen. I should have left her a long time ago. That would have eliminated all our suffering and pain."

Myrcella took her fathers hand in hers and they shared sad smiles. Then they went back to watching Tommen act like a fool. When he was finally out of breath Tommen crumpled into a heap on the floor with his head in his arms. He then shot his head up and looked at his dad.

"When are you going to ask her? Soon right?"

"I was going to ask her at the dinner tonight that we are having with the Starks. I have some other news that I was going to share with you all. But it involves Ned as well. I won't share it with you now, but there will be more good news coming tonight then just me popping the question to Helen tonight."

There was a mischievous twinkle in Roberts's eye and Myrcella knew that he was bursting to tell them, but he would wait till Ned was there to share it with them. Tommen started to badger Robert and they walked out of the study together. Myrcella sat in the chair and smiled. Tonight would be one that she would remember. It would be a celebration for the Stark's and the Baratheon's that neither family would ever forget.

She walked up to her room and tried to decide what she needed to wear. She decided to wear a deep blue dress that would look nice with her hair up and the necklace that her grandmother had worn. She had tried to wear it a dozen times since Jamie had given it to her on the night of the party that her father had thrown for the Stark family on their coming south. But every time she had tried to put them on she was unable to bring herself to wear them. She did not want to admit it but she was a Lannister and she wanted to love that side of her, but with all the evil that they had done in their lives she was not able to bring herself to put on the necklace.

Tonight would be the night that she put it all behind her. She would overcome her conflicting feelings for her family and try to remember the good in them. From all that she had heard her grandmother was a saint. She was a woman who donated to charity, worked with the poor and always went out of her way to help those who were less fortunate then her. Her mother used to say that she reminded her of her grandmother. If there was one person in that side of her family that she wanted to know it was her grandmother. But she had died when her uncle Tyrion was born.

Her uncle would be there that evening and she knew that seeing her in his mother's jewels would make him sad, but she hoped that they would make him proud that she had them and she wanted him to see that there was still goodness in the Lannister line.

She prepared her hair in an elegant up-do and slipped into the blue dress that she had picked out. She looked in the mirror and cringed. She looked like her mother when she was younger. She did not want to look like Cersei, but there was nothing she could do with that at the moment. She stood there and looked at her reflection. She wished that she could have been born with the Baratheon blue eyes that her father and uncle and her half-brother had. But she got her mother's green eyes. They used to make her proud, but now all she saw was a dark mark, a reminder to what she was. The daughter of an evil bitch who would stop at nothing to hurt people. She decided that she would call for a hair appointment and see if there was something she could do to change her looks. If she got rid of the blond hair then she would make one step into changing the part of herself that she wanted to hide from the world. If she could make herself more Baratheon she could make herself fully embrace herself.

Gendry

For the first time in his life he understood what Jon was saying when they talked about how shitty tuxes were. He tried for the seventh time to tie the bowtie. He tapped the play button on the YouTube video to show how to make a bowtie. He did what the stupid guy did it, but then when he was supposed to be at the end he had not made the tie into a bow.

"Goddamn, stupid motherfucker!" Gendry yelled into the bathroom.

He was getting ready in the Red Keep and he knew that no one would be around to help him with the tie in this part of the house. He and his mother had moved in two weeks ago and he had a wing all to himself. It was a strange feeling being in a wing when he had always had a small house with just him and his mother. Now he had people who always came when he wanted something. People who cleaned and cooked for him and did almost everything. When it was just him and his mom he was the one who did the cooking and cleaning. He did not want that advertised that he was very domestic but he was.

He walked out of the bathroom and into his bedroom and then he walked out into the hallway. He stood there with the tie loosened around his neck and went in search to find someone to help him with the tie.

He found his mother and Robert in the study. He stood there watching his mother and father whisper and talk. They were like two high-scholars. They were always whispering and holding hands. They were always stealing kisses and they were so cute together that it made him both happy and sick. A kid was not supposed to walk in on his parents making out. He tried to back up but the door creaked and he saw them freeze and look up at him.

He knew that he was caught and walked into the room. He kept his eyes down cast and walked into the room.

"Um, I was having a problem with this tie. I wanted to know if someone could help me with this stupid thing." He asked.

"Sure honey. I can help. Come over here." Helen smiled at him the way that she did when he used to ask for help double knotting his sneakers.

He stumbled into the study to where his mother was. He stood in front of his mother and she turned him around. Her hands reached around and she started to tie his tie. She fumbled for a moment then gave an angry sound when she could not tie it either.

"You are to tall for me. I can't do it right." Helen said walking from behind him and looking up at him.

"The boy gets that from my side of the family." Roberts booming voice filled the room. "Come here son. Let me help you with that."

Gendry walked over to his father and he stood still as a stone as his dad helped him with the tie. They were the same height. In fact they had many similar things in common. They had the same hair, eyes and build. He wondered again how his mother could look at him for all the years before his father and he knew who they were to each other without feeling sad. But when he asked her she said that he was the proof that she had known love once. And that that love that she and his father shared was standing before her every day that she looked at his face.

"There you go son. All tied. You look like a true Baratheon." His father's eyes were full of joy and love. It was not the first time that he wondered if his father was pinning all his hopes for the future on him. Part of him knew that Robert wanted him to follow in his footsteps and take up the mantle that he had to for the family name when Roberts's parents died all those years ago.

"Thanks Rob, um, dad. I guess one of these days you should show me how to do this. The stupid videos online are shit and I don't understand them." Gendry smiled at his father.

"Don't worry son. I had to have the butler help me until I was 35. They are a real bitch. Let me tell you a secret. I always use clip ons if I can get away with it." He reached up to his neck and clipped off his tie.

"Robert! You scoundrel. Go upstairs this moment and get a real tie!" His mother said smacking his arm.

"But Helen. I don't think I need to have a real one." Robert pouted.

"Robert Baratheon you march your ass to that closet of yours and get a real tie." Helen demanded.

"Yes dear. Gendry never fall in love it will be the death of you." Robert smiled as he trudged out of the room like a sullen child.

Once he was out of the room his mother chuckled.

"God I love that man."

"Come on mom. Don't talk like that. I don't want to hear that stuff. It's gross."

"It is true son. I love your father. That is the truth. You better get used to it darling'." Her southern drawl came out when she was happy or mad.

"Mom do you have to use that Georgia twang when you are emotional?" Gendry whined.

"Yes son. Now will you get your brother and sister and father and come down here? We all need to leave. Come on. All y'all need to get your asses moving."

Gendry walked away and chuckled. He was so glad that his mother was so happy. She no longer had to work. She had everything that she should have had when she all the long years that she had to live without Robert. No matter what he felt about the whole affair with Robert and Cersei and his mother he was glad that she was now happy and with a man that she loved.

He walked up to Tommen's room. He heard him talking to someone and Gendry figured that he was talking to his computer game buddies. Tommen had found one that was in an alternate reality about a world full of magic and dragons and blood. It was called A Song of Ice and Fire and Gendry had spent many hours learning who the characters were and how the mythos was created. But one thing that Gendry could admit was that the game was amazing. He started playing. His character was bastard from a place called Flea Bottom who worked with armor. He became a kick ass warrior and saved a damsel in distress. Somehow Tommen had become king of the realm. He had told Jon about the game and he and the other Stark's still in the North started playing. Jon joined the Night Watch and Robb was fighting an effective war on Tommen. But somehow Tommen was holding his own against Robb's army.

"If we attack the supply lines from Riverrun to the Kings Road we should be okay." Tommen's voice spoke into the head set. "No I do not want to involve either the Ramsey or the Freys. They will create a blood bath and that would make my followers abandon me. We have to try something else to capture the right kind of coup."

Gendry cleared his throat. Tommen continued to talk to his "small counsel." Gendry walked further into the room and tapped on Tommen's shoulder.

"Fuck me!" Tommen yelled. Then the younger boy looked up and blushed a deep scarlet.

"No. It was nothing. But I have to go. I leave you in charge of operations until I return. King out." Tommen took off his head set. "Hey bro. You are not going to tell mom and dad about me saying a bad word are you?" Tommen's childlike voice morphed from the commanding King to the small boy that he really was.

"God kid I was saying worse things when I was your age and my mom didn't ever call me on it." Gendry smiled at the kid. Out of all the changes in his life he was happiest about having Tommen as a younger brother. Ever since he had rescued him from that tree he had always liked that kid.

"Good. I am ready for the big dinner. Are you excited that dad is going to ask mom to marry him?" Tommen was in a mini tux like the one that Gendry and Robert were wearing.

Gendry was happy to see how easily Tommen had adapted to his mother.

"We are ready. Dad was told off by mom for wearing a clip on tie. She sent him to his room to change it. Are you wearing a clip on?" Gendry asked.

Tommen visibly gulped. "Yes. Will mom make me wear a real one? I can't tie one!" Tommen was looking nervous.

"I don't think that she will care if you wear one. Now go on downstairs. Mom is waiting."

Tommen dashed down stairs and Gendry walked to find Myrcella. Her door was shut when he knocked on the door.

"Enter."

Gendry was not used to the language that the rest of the household used to tell other people to enter their rooms. He opened the room and his breath caught. Myrcella was standing in front of a mirror looking amazing. She was in a blue dress that made her look amazing. Her green eyes flashed fire and they were extenuated by the blue dress, the Baratheon blue that he had become known of.

"Um, we are ready to go. Are you done getting ready?" He asked

"Yes I am ready. Do I look okay? Aegon is going to be there. I want to look good for him." She looked at herself in the mirror.

"You look amazing sis. I like what you did with your hair." He apparently chose the wrong thing to compliment on her. She turned back to the mirror and started to pull it down. Then her hands flew into making her hair style into something completely different.

"Does it still look okay?" She asked her voice venerable.

"Yeah. It looks fine. A little less glossy and blond, but alright. Come on. Dad and mom are waiting." Gendry turned to walk back down the stairs to meet up with his parents.

"So are you okay with dad asking your mom to marry him?" Myrcella asked.

"Yeah. I think that she needs someone to make her happy and he does that. She had been holding out for him for almost nineteen years. I think it is time for my mom to be with someone who loves her." Gendry answered truthfully.

"I know what you mean. My parents never loved each other, they hated each other. Helen makes him happy. The happiest that he has been for as long as I can remember." She said.

They walked the rest of the way in silence to the stairs. Gendry's parents were waiting. They all walked out to the limo together. Tommen was chatting with Helen. Robert had his arm around Myrcellas shoulders and talking to her softly. Gendry saw his sisters cheeks blush with happiness. In the few months that Helen had been in the family the Baratheon family had gone from a broken fragmented group to a loving working unit. He was happy to be a part of a family for real.

They drove to the restaurant and filed into it. They saw the Stark family and saw that they were not alone at the table. Tyrion and Renly were there as well. Gendry was happy to see that Aegon and Sandor were there as well. They took their seats. He sat next to Arya. She looked amazing in a black dress that reminded him of something he had seen in an old movie that he had watched on one of the newly created Baratheon movie night. It had been an Audrey Hepburn movie and he had to admit that it had not been that bad. Arya looked like she had stepped out of an old Hollywood movie.

Gendry smiled at her and she placed her hand on his thigh and slid it up so that she could trace the outline of his growing penis. She was talking to her mother. Gendry tried to keep the blush that he felt heating up his face. She started to rub him harder and he had to forcibly remove her hand from his crouch. He sat there trying to calm down when Robert cleared his throat.

"We have two things to be celebrating tonight. The first is that my company is no longer in the red!" The table broke into applause. "The other thing is about to become clear to everyone at the table." Robert then fell to one knee and pulled out a ring box and turned to Helen. She had tears streaming down her face and Gendry had never seen his mother look so happy. "Helen Waters will you do me the honor of spending the rest of your life with me? Will you grow old and fat with me like we were meant to do all those years ago?"

"Yes. I will marry you." She kissed him and then broke the kiss and gave him a punch in the arm. "It is about damn time you dummy." She went back to kissing him and the whole restaurant cheered.

"Let me be the first one to congratulate you two. Out with the old and in with the better." Tyrion raised a glass and toasted. Everyone at the table joined in. "This is a much better match. Your first wife was a real bi..."

"Tyrion!" Helen and Catelyn yelled at the same time.

"What? I was just going to say she was a real bitter woman. Nothing bad about that." He tried to look innocent and harmless. Gendry and Arya chuckled together at Tyrion's joke.

"Gendry I am so happy for you." Arya leaned over and kissed him.

"I am happier for them.' He nodded at his parents. They were chatting to Renly and Helen was showing him her ring. Gendry looked around the table. Sansa and Sandor were holding hands and talking with Myrcella and Aegon. Tommen and Rickon were looking at some kind of notebook, probably talking strategy for their game. Bran was talking to Tyrion and they seemed to be in a deep conversation, Tyrion was not drinking his wine, the cup was in his hand but not on its way to his lips. The couple that worried Gendry the most with their hushed conversation was Ned and Catelyn.

Catelyn looked angry and Ned looked confused but determined. Gendry was going to ask Arya what they were talking about but he never got that chance.

"I have another announcement." Ned said to the table. "Since Robert and the company are doing so well we can move back home in the next two weeks!"

There was an outcry of anger from the table.