A/N I was only going to post about every two weeks but this was what would have been in that last chapter and I could not stop myself. It might be a while before there is another post up, so I hope that this one will keep you all happy!

Arya

Arya sat in the shocked silence of the announcement that her father had just made. She felt as if she had been sucker punched in the gut. All the air had been sucked from her. She opened her mouth but nothing came out. She was holding Gendrys hand and it went cold in her hand.

Then she remembered how to breathe and speak. And once she remembered there was no way in hell she was going to sit there and let her father destroy her life.

"Fuck that dad. There is no way in hell that I am moving back to the North." She said a deadly soft voice.

It was lucky for her that her father was sitting beside her or he would never have heard her.

"Excuse me young lady but that is not the language that I want you to be using. And this is not the place for this discussion." Ned said in a calming voice that he used in the board room when the enemy was getting all riled up.

"Look father there is no FUCKING WAY that I am moving back to the Fucking NORTH." Arya yelled. The noise in the restaurant dropped to nothing. There was complete silence. Catelyn looked scandalized and on the verge of tears. Robert looked both amused and angry at the same time. Renly was acting like a new play was in town and he wanted to memorize it to have his class play it out later on. Helen looked white and worried. Tyrion was watching with his usual calculating look on his face. The other young people at the table were still in shock from the announcement but looked proud that Arya had spoken up.

"Arya Lyanna Stark this is not the place to talk about this matter. Now kindly lower your voice, and apologize for the language and volume that you have chosen to employ." Ned almost growled at his youngest daughter.

"You made this the place to discuss this when you made your announcement." Arya shot back.

"She is right Dad. You opened this floodgate and there is nothing that you can do to stop it now." Brans weakened voice said from the end of the table. Ned and Catelyn's eyes shot to their sick sons pale face.

Arya looked at her brother and smiled. There was a look in his eye that had not been there since he had become sick. There was the fire there and she was glad that she had him on her side. She was lost in the moment of silent sibling commination with Bran that she almost missed Gendry talking to her.

"I think that your dad is right. We should not discuss this here Arya. Wait till you get home to talk about this move."

Arya whipped her head around and looked at him. If there was one person here at the table that she had counted on for support it had been Gendry. Things had been so amazing for them. She was in love with the big oaf and she thought that he was in love with her too. But looking into his eyes she saw not the support, but indecision and confusion.

She ripped her hand from his. She stood in one fluid motion. She looked at her father and Gendry and felt her whole world collapse. The two people that she loved most in the world were betraying her. She looked at Sansa. She was clinging to Sandor like he was the only solid thing in the world. Myrcella looked slightly shell shocked. Aegon was watching her with bright eyes. He knew that she was up to something and she knew that he would help her. Her eyes flicked to the door then back to the table. She was coming up with a plan. Now all she had to do was not chicken out.

"Here is the thing dad, I'm not going back until I am good and ready, and I don't give a shit about what you think we are going to do. And the first thing that I need is a ride." Her eyes flicked back to Aegon. He nodded his head and slid his free hand into his pocket and drew out his bike keys. "The other thing is that unless I want to be found you won't find me. I am sorry Bran, Rickon and Sansa. Mother don't cry. And as for you dad you can take this move and shove it up your ass." Arya stepped back from her chair as Gendry reached for her.

"Arya please. Don't do anything stupid." He pleaded.

"Don't touch me Gendry. When this is all over I hope that I still feel the same about you." She tore her eyes from Gendry and shot them over to Aegon. He threw her the keys. Her hand shot out and caught then at the same time her father and Gendry went for them as well. She sprinted for the door. She heard the outcry of everyone at the table as she tore out the door and to the parking lot.

She found Aegons bike and swung her leg over it. She inserted the key and kicked it to life. She jammed the helmet to her head and tore out of the parking lot. She heard someone calling her name as she swerved into traffic. It had been a few months since she had been on a bike. Back at Winterfell she had a dirt bike that Jon and Robb had pieced back together for her. As the old saying goes it was just like riding a bike for it all to come flooding back to her. She threaded her way between cars and started to freeze her ass and tits off in the chilly night air. She needed to go someplace that they would never look for her.

The first person that came to mind was Hot Pies. She turned onto the road that lead to his house and sped down the road. She was at his house in moments. She swung off her borrowed bike and hurried up to the door. She pounded it and Hot Pie answered.

"Arya? I heard Aegons bike. Why do you have it?" He held the door opened for her to enter.

"It's kind of a long story. And I can't stay for long. Gendry is going to be out looking for me. What I really need is a change of clothes. Is there any way that you would have something that I could use?"

"Believe it or not I do. Leather work for you? A groupie that I met two weeks and she left her stuff here." Hot Pie walked back to his room to grab the clothes in question.

"Hot Pie you hound dog. I am impressed."

"Hey the other guys have their fun and most of them are taken. Thoros and I get out pick of the hotties that want a piece of one of the Kings. Here" Hot Pie handed over a plié of miss matched clothes. Arya rifled around in them and then picked what she wanted.

"There is quite a selection here buddy. I think I will go with the black leather pants, the black long john shirt and the red leather jacket. You wouldn't happen to have a pair of size seven woman's boot lying around would you?" She asked half joking.

"Hand on, let me look." He trotted off to his room again and started making noise in his closet. He came out a moment later with a triumphant smile on his face and held up a pair of biker boots.

"You amaze me Hot Pie." She laughed and went to the bathroom to change her outfit. She was glad that Hot Pie was getting some action. She changed fast and went and talked to Hot Pie. He was in the kitchen and there was a plated of food waiting for her.

"I fixed that for you and packed you some other food. I also slipped you some money. There is five hundred bucks in that bag, and the rest of the groupie clothes. But before I give this bag over to you I want to know what is going on. She filled him in as she stuffed her face with the chicken pot pie that he had place before her.

"Shit Arya. I think that you over reacted. But I am here to help. And if I get punched by that muscular boyfriend of yours I am not going to forgive you."

She put the last forkful of food in her mouth, chugged the milk and went around the table and kissed Hot Pie on the cheek. "Thanks Hot Pie. You are the best. If there is anything that I can ever do to make this up to you I can will do it."

"I will think of something. Now get out of here. Gendry is going to be calling me any moment now looking for you and I just want you to know that I won't lie to him when he calls. So don't tell me where you are going."

Arya smiled, grabbed the bag and left the house right as Hot Pies cell phone was ringing. That reminded Arya that she could be tracked with her phone. She looked up the two numbers that she needed wrote them on her hand then left it beside Hot Pies door with a message on it for her dad and Gendry. She swung onto Aegons bike and tore off into the night.

Eddard

"I told you Ned that it was a bad idea to tell the children at dinner. I knew that they wouldn't like it. And now three out of the four children that we have with us are missing." Catelyn said with a wobble in her voice.

"Bran is with the Reeds talking about his new treatment plan and Sansa is with Sandor. We know where they are. And I am looking for Arya as we speak." He was on a computer looking at a blinking light that was the GPS location of Aryas phone.

"That is what I mean. We do not know where she is." Catelyn sobbed. "She could be anywhere. She could be hurt or lost or being attacked and there is nothing that I can do to help her."

Ned went back to the computer. In hindsight he was a total idiot for telling the kids about the move back to the North in such a public place. He should have done what Catelyn suggested and done it at home. But he had thought that he knew what he was doing. He had honestly believed that they would be happy to go home after everything bat that had happened to their family in the South. He knew that Arya would be the one that gave him the hardest time with the move back. But he never expected her to leave like that.

Gendry was just as tore up about her running away as he was. The way that she rejected him had stung the boy to his soul. He had told Gendry that when he had her GPS location he would let him know. So he picked up his phone and dialed the number.

"Gendry I know where she is. Are you able to meet me there?"

"Yes sir. What is the address?"

Ned told him what the GPS was reading. He heard Gendry curse on the other line.

"That's our friend Hot Pies house. I'm going to give him a call and I will meet you there." Gendry hung up the phone and went to his car. He had his personal navigation system with him and watched as he got closer to the flashing red light that was his daughter.

When he pulled into the drive way behind a shiny silver sports car. He knew that it was Gendrys because he was sitting on the front steps holding a phone in his hand. Ned jumped out of his car and raced over to the boy.

"Where is she? Is Arya here?" He demanded.

"She was here sir. Less then ten minutes ago. All that is left here is her phone. And there is a message on it for us I think. It says how does it feel to be betrayed?" Gendry was looking at the phone with confusion written all over his face.

Ned yelled in frustration. He had lost Arya. She was out there somewhere and he had no clue how to find her. He hoped that his head strong daughter would be home soon. He sat down beside Gendry and took the phone. He looked at the words. He was numb inside. Then he felt his phone vibrate in his jacket pocked. He answered it without looking at the ID.

"Hello?" His voice was eager and hopeful.

"Dad? It's Jon. I just got a call from Arya. She is safe. But she wanted me to tell you not to come looking for her. That she is not ready to come home. I don't know where she is, but I think that she is in a safe place. She said that she would call me tomorrow with another message. What the hell happened dad?" Jon demanded.

"Honestly son I have no idea."

Jon

"Robb, Theon we have to go down to LA. I just talked to mom and she told me that dad told the others that they were moving back. Arya freaked out and has run off." Jon said as he burst from his room into the living room of the apartment that they shared off campus.

"Arya has run away? Well check with her boyfriend. I'm sure they are together having animal monkey sex." Theon said from the couch. He had his video game controller in his hand and he was trying to sail a ship.

"Or ask that girl My-something. She's Aryas best friend there. She should know where the little e trouble maker is." Robb said as he had his character swing his sword at an opponent.

"She is not with either of them. She is mad at Gendry too. Will you two idiots stop playing the game and look at me! Our baby sister is alone in LA right now on a motor bike with no phone and no place to go. There are plenty of bad people in that city and god knows what is happening to her." Jon yelled.

Robb and Theon paused their games and set their controllers down. They looked at Jon for the first time since he had come out of his room. He was shaking and his eyes were wide with fear. Out of all the Starks Jon was the only one who knew how far Arya would go to not do something she didn't want to do. And if she wanted to not go back to Winterfell and wanted to not be found there was nothing that any of them could do to get her back.

"Whoa there Jon. You have out attention. What do you want us to do?" Robb asked in his soothing tone.

"I want to go to LA and help dad find Arya!" Jon all but yelled. He had his hands in his hair and was pacing around the living room like a caged animal.

"I will look for a flight right now." Theon offered trying to be helpful.

"Now Jon, I'm going to call mom. Why don't you go pack?" Robb suggested as he pulled out his phone.

Jon grunted a non-committal sound as he shuffled back into his room and grabbed a sports bag that he used as a suitcase. He walked to his dresser and threw in his whole top drawer of socks and boxers. He then looked down at his bag and couldn't get his mind to comprehend that the bag was already full. He just kept flashing to Arya dead on the side of some road in LA. He had told her to go there and change, and she had. His sister now had friends and a pretty cool guy for a boyfriend. She had said that when the year ended and Ned was moving them back that she was not going to go. She had said that she had a plan to stay there in the new life that she had made for herself. But each time that Jon had asked her how she planned on doing that she had laughed and said that a lady never reviled her secrets.

Jon was worried that she would be lost to them forever. He had to get there and try to find his head strong sister and save her from the cruel world and from herself. Jon took a deep shuddering breath and went back to packing with a calmer attitude. Once his bag was packed he walked out to the other room.

"Yes mom I understand. Jon will be there tonight at two. And you can have a car waiting at the airport for him? Okay mom. Let us know what is going on. I love you to mom. We will see you soon." Robb hung up the phone and looked at Jon. "Mom decided that Theon and I should not come till the end of the week, but that you should come tonight. There is a plane leaving here in half an hour so you better have your shit packed. Theon is getting the car for you."

"Okay." Jon grabbed the straps of his sports bag and Robb stood and gave him a bear hug.

"You find her Jon. If anyone can it's you."

"I will Robb. I will text you when I get there." Jon walked out of the front door and made it to the car. Theon was in the driver's seat and they sped to the airport as if they were being chased by the undead.

"I know that I have no real family tie with you all but Arya is my sister too. Find her Jon. We are all counting on you to bring her back." Theon said when they had pulled up to the departure zone at the airport.

"I will Theon. I am not leaving there till I have her home." Jon got out of the car and ran to the ticked desk. He had fifteen minutes to get to the plane but the name Stark got him past all the security. He barely made it to the plane and just took his seat when the flight attendant started giving the standard preflight informational talk. Jon lay his head back and closed his eyes giving a prayer up to the gods that they watch over his sister and keep her safe.

"I'm coming Little Wolf. I am coming." Jon whispered.

Sandor

"Maybe we should go look at that gallery that she likes?" Sansa asked from the seat beside him. They had been driving around looking for Arya for an hour now and had still no clue where she could be.

"If you think she would be there it is worth a shot." Sandor turned on to the street what would take him into the art district of the city. They drove past the darkened galleries and studios that lined the street. With each one that they passed Sansas shoulders slumped more and more.

She was broken hearted that her father was going to move them back to the North. Sandor was as well. Things between them were almost perfect. No it was perfect. He didn't need sex for things to be perfect. He just needed her. Or that's what he kept telling himself each time he touched her.

"It's hopeless Sandor. Can we go to the spot that you took me on that night we gazed at the stars?" Sansa asked.

"Sure. Let me stop at my house and get us some blankets." Sansa nodded and turned to look out in the crowded streets to try and spot her sister.

Sandor pulled up to his house and told her to wait there. He would only be a moment. He rushed into the house and sprinted up to his room taking the stared three at a time. He grabbed his comforter off his bed and then went to his bed side table and opened the drawer and took out a bottle of K-Y massage oil that was heat activated. He looked around his room and went to his closet and yanked two jackets out. Then he was back to the stairs going down them and he flung himself out the door. He threw all that stuff into the back seat and looked over at Sansa and smiled. He knew that he had frightened her when he threw that stuff in the car and apologized.

They drove in silence. Her hand was in his and she had her face angled up to the stars. She was deep in thought. He was beating himself up for grabbing that lube. If she saw that then she would know that he wanted to have sex. That was a stupid move on his part. Oh well to late now. Sandor opened his door and was about to get the blankets out when he saw Sansa reaching for them. He saw her stall when she noticed the K-Y.

"Um, that's not what you think it is. Honest. I grabbed it so I could give you a foot rub." The lie sounded stupid to him so he knew that Sansa wouldn't believe it either.

"Sandor I think that I am ready. I might not be ready for everything but I am ready for you." She smiled at him and his heart thundered in his chest.

He reached in the back and took the blanket from her and almost ran to place it on the ground. For some reason he felt like a virgin all over again. He smoothed the blanket into place and sat down with butterflies in his stomach. The moonlight lit up the clearing so it was as bright as day. He looked back over to Sansa and she was standing by the door of the car. She had her eyes closed and seemed to be counting to ten. He opened his mouth to tell her that they could still wait, but then her hands were on the top button of her dress. Sandor watched as her milk white flesh was exposed at the base of her neck. The moonlight made her already pale skin glow. He swallowed deeply as she got to her bra. It was sheer and Sandor could see her erect nipples showing in the see-through material. He fought the urge to walk over to her and grab her around the waist and take her on the hood of his car. But he knew that even now he had to hold back. She was like a frightened animal, move to fast and she would run.

She got the end of her buttons and held the ends of her dress close to her body like a robe. She walked away from the car and stood at the edge of the blanket. He reclined back and smiled at her, trying to tell her with his eyes how much he loved her. Sansa moved her hands to the neck of her dress and parted the material and let it fall to the ground. Sandor caught his breath. In the moonlight she glowed as if there was a light inside her. He leaned up and taught her hand and tugged her down to the blanket with him. He kissed her tenderly ran his hands over her body. She shuddered and put her hands under his shirt. She tugged at it and he helped her take it off him. Then he unbuckled his belt. Sansa stiffened when she heard his zipper unzip.

Sandor cursed himself. She wasn't ready for this. He tried to pull away, to tell her that they could wait, but she kissed him fiercely and he went with it. His hands moved to her bra clasps and worked the hooks apart. Her silky breasts shined in the evening light. His hands covered them and she arched into his grasp. Her arms threaded around his neck and she led his head over her round perky globes. He placed tentative kisses on then then when she stared to moan with pleasure he intensified his appreciation. Sansa took ahold of Sandors jeans and tried to slip them down from around his waist.

Sandor took the lead and removed his jeans leaving them both in nothing but their underwear. Sansa had a pair of sheer panties that looked mouthwatering to Sandor. They blended in with her skin and made it look as if she was wearing nothing at all. He had no idea what kind of boxers he had on until Sansa made a comment.

"Are those Batman boxers?"

Sandor blushed and felt like he was five years old. He was wearing superhero boxers on a night when he should be sexy.

"I like Batman. He is the world's best detective." Sandor smiled.

She giggled and then she grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down on top of her. Her hands roamed freely over his back and traced the muscles on his back. Sandor lifted his hips off of her and removed her panties and let his hand touched her in the ways that he knew would make her ready for their love making. He kissed her neck and trailed kisses on her collarbones while his hand worked his finger in and out. Then he put two and she stiffened and she was panting along. He worked three fingers in and she gasped in discomfort. He had never used three on her but he knew that she would not be able to take him without some help.

He was hard and ready with his need. He took his hand from her breast and tried to remove his boxers with one hand while the other hand kept up its rhythm. He couldn't do it and gave a frustrated growl of anger. Sansa looked at his face and saw the anger there and took another deep breath. Her hands went from his back to his boxers and helped push down his boxers. His large erect penis was freed of its confines and sought Sansas warm opening on its own. Sandor removed his fingers and put the tip of his member at her opening.

Sandor looked deeply into her eyes and kissed her one more time.

"Are you ready?" He asked her.

"Yes. I am ready. Sandor I love you."

"I love you too."

He pushed himself inside her and he felt her tense. He pushed as gently as he could inside her. He came to a small resistance and he took a moment to let Sansa get used to him. Then he pulled back once more and thrust inside her and broke throw the resistance that was stopping him from entering her fully.

She cried out in pain and tears welled in her eyes. He knew that she was hurting but that it would fade. He wanted to sooth her pain, but when he started to move out of her she put her hand in his hip and shook her head.

"No. Don't stop. It will be alright soon." Her voice was filled with pain and pleasure.

He moved his hips and started moving slowly in and out of her. She was so tight that he was not sure that he would last to long. He found the movements that pleased him and from the sounds that Sansa was making she was enjoying it as well. Sandor was close, so close that he if he died he would be a happy man. Sansa was panting and moving in clumsy motions to try to mimic his movements. Then she thrust her hips up to meet his and he couldn't control himself any longer. He grabbed her leg and kept it pinned so that her hips were off the ground and lost himself in Sansa. He came with a yell and collapsed on top of her.

He stayed there for a few seconds remembering how to breathe, think and move. He had never had an orgasm that strong before and he wasn't sure that he was going to be able to move. Then he realized that Sansa was not moving under him. For a moment he thought that he had killed her. Then a sound that he was not expecting burst from Sansa. She giggled. They had just had sex for the first time and she was giggling!

"What is so funny?" He asked with a slight edge to his voice.

"Nothing is funny. That was the most amazing thing that I have ever experienced in my entire life."

"Then why were you laughing?"

"I don't know. I guess I giggle when I am completely and totally happy." She smiled and he rolled off her. She stretched her arms above her head and wiggled his toes. "I love you."

Sandor propped himself on his elbows and just watched her. If her body had been glowing now it was a beacon. She could probably be seen from outer space. He ran his fingers between her breasts and smiled as he watched the goose bumps rise up on her skin.

"I don't want you to move back to the North. I want you to stay here." Sandor said suddenly.

"I don't want to go either."

Jaqen

Jaqen was sitting in his studio off the back of his house with a glass of red wine in his hand looking at a painting that he was working on when he heard the rev of a motorcycle pull into his driveway. Curious, he walked into the house and to the living room to see who it was coming to his house so late.

He had decided to stay in tonight and not follow Arya that evening. He knew that she was having dinner with her parents and the Baratheons so there was no threat from Gendry there. They would be under the close watch of Ned Stark and that slimy Bull would not be able to defile her with her father glowering at him.

The person on the bike was obviously a woman. The tight leather pants showed off the curves of her hips and the top showed the shape of large breasts. Jaqen didn't know anyone who had a bike like that. But the woman was walking up to his door ready to knock. It was to dark to see her face, but whoever it was had dark hair that was messed up from the helmet and she kept looking around at the shadows as if she was afraid that someone was going to reach out from them and grab her.

Jaqen watched as she knocked at the door. He walked over to the door and looked throw the peep hole. He still was not able to see the woman's face so he turned on the light and his breath caught. The one he had been watching for so long was at his house. She had come to him and by her own free will. He knew that this moment would come. He was pleased that it had happened now, the night before he was going to go back east for art school.

He opened the door and smiled at her.

"Jaqen I need your help. Can I come in?"

"Anything for you. Come on inside."

She walked past him and into his house. He stood by the door looking outside for a moment wishing that Gendry had been around to see her walk away from him and into Jaqens house. He closed the door with a smile on his face and followed Arya into his living room.

"What is it that I can do for you?" He asked picking up his wine and taking a sip of it.

"Well I just need to stay for a few hours. And would there be any way that I could borrow your car? I am sure that my dad had an alert out on Aegons bike." She mumbled to herself. She was standing in front of the window looking outside watching the street.

"Arya are you on the run?" Jaqen tried to sound shocked, but he was pleased that she had run to him.

"Yes. My father wants to move us back home. I am not ready to leave yet. I don't think I would have reacted this way if Gendry had not taken my father's side in the matter."

"Gendry wants you to move back North?" Jaqen was pleased that lover boy had made such a horrible mistake.

"Well not exactly." She confessed. "He just told me not to discuss it so publicly. I know that he doesn't want us to move. At least not until the end of the school year."

"I see." Jaqens optimism deflated slightly. "Besides a car what do you need?"

"I could go for a shower and I would love to be able to throw this bag of clothes into a washer. They are from Hot Pies groupies and I don't know where they have been." She smiled at him.

"Sure. You can use my shower. And I can have these washed and dry them for you." He took the bag and showed her to the bathroom. "If you want I can toss what you are wearing in as well."

"Sure. I will leave them outside the door." Arya walked into the bathroom and a moment later the clothes that she had been in were on the floor outside the room. He picked them up and added them to the bad. He threw them in the washer. He was looking in his dryer when he remembered that there were no clean towels in the shower. He took two from the dryer and walked back to the bathroom.

He thought about knocking but decided against it. This would not be the first time he had seen Arya naked, just the first time up close. He opened the door and Arya jumped in shock.

"Jaqen what the fuck! I'm naked here!" She screamed when she saw him standing there.

"Towels." He said, waving them around to show he had a reason to enter. He placed them on the sink and walked out. He took one last look before he left the room. There was something wrong. She was not smiling or happy, like all the other times that he had seen her without clothing. She was sad. Then the realization hit. All those other times Gendry had been with her. He was the one who made her shine and made her happy. She might be in the house with him, but she would never truly be his until Gendry was out of the way.

He decided right then and there that something had to change. And that change had to be Gendry. He had to find a way to get Gendry out of Aryas life once and for all. Only then could they truly be together