ARYA POV:

'This is my wife' Robb Stark's penis strikes again!

The whole family stood silent, the magnitude of what Robb just said sinking in; he was married; only no one was yelling mazel tov. He didn't just get married, he broke a spoken contract with Walder Frey and that was not something to be taken lightly. Normally this would be the time that Eddard took charge of the situation but he remained quiet, looking at his eldest son. Catelyn was the one who spoke.

"Robb what do you mean she is your wife?"—Asked Catelyn enunciating each word slowly and looking at the girl that wasn't Roslyn.

For the first time since he came inside the room Robb looked confident. He took the girl's hand in his and gave her a loving smile before replying to his mother's question.

"Just as I said… Jeyne here is my wife."— He said hugging the young girl. She was pretty but not Robb's usual flamboyant type.

"But what about Roslyn?"—Croaked Sansa looking pale as snow, she was always closest to Robb but interesting enough this was news to her as well. Jon and Theon were a totally different story although Jon had more of a murderous look in his eyes.

"She's at her house right now telling her family that we're not getting married. They're not coming Dad"—

Eddard stood up with a look Arya knew very well, he was pissed off and this was a side of their father that no one wanted to be in the receiving end. "Jeyne, is it?"—he courteously said to the young girl who nodded but didn't move an inch from Robb's side.

"Children would you please excuse your brother and his wife. Your Mother and I want to have a word with them"—Poor Robbie, he is going to get his ass kicked.

They all left and went to the kitchen; he wasn't exactly a toddler but Rickon was ushered to his room by Bran. Margaery was the first to break the silence voicing what pretty much everybody was thinking.

"Jon Snow you tell me right this second why instead of an engagement party we are now celebrating an actual wedding… with another bride I might add?"—But Jon didn't have time to respond. He was too busy shoving Theon into the wall.

"What the hell happened Theon, you said it was over!"—

"I didn't say it was over, He said it; not me"—Theon spat ready to come to blows over whatever they were arguing about.

"Bullshit! You were with him this whole time. You've could have stopped him!"—Jon was commanding, the military life had been good to Jon, at least on his interrogations skills.

"Not that I have to give you any kind of explanations but I wasn't with Robb. I've been at Saltcliffe slaving in one of my sister's ships"—Theon was full out shouting. Time to break up the boys before they ruined their suits.

"Jon let him go. I know for a fact that Theon was in Saltcliffe. I actually suggested Asha to give him the job!"

"WHAT?!"—Quickly asked Theon. Yes you can thank me for your job as well as from keeping Jon from kicking your ass!

"A different story for a different occasion Theon. Right now it's you guys who need to spill the beans on what's going on" She said separating Jon and Theon; taking the latest to sit with her at the far side of the kitchen.

"Jon what's happening? Tell us already!"— Sansa was pass the gossip faze. She just wanted the truth.

"Jeyne? Robb's wife?... She's been around for a while"—Said Jon, not sure of how Margaery was going to react to whatever he was going to say.

"You know her?"—Yup, Jon was right. Margaery was pissed off.

"Please, please, pleeease hear me out before you draw some kind of conclusion"—Pleaded Jon, Marg could play very much the Drama Queen part. "You already know that since I couldn't leave the Academy; the guys would come once or twice a year and meet up at Mole's Town. Don't put on that face Margaery; you know we just drank and got up to date with each other's lives…"-

Margaery was indeed making a 'try to bullshit me and die' face but to her credit Jon was supposed to be studying to be the next Max Steele, not socializing.

"… Rob engagement was a sham, we all knew it! He'd hook up with different girls as much as he could. So one day we were at the bar and there was a group of nurse volunteers that were working with a subdivision at The Wall. Theon over here just had to invite them over"—

"Hey, just because you joined an all boys club and Gendry went monk on us doesn't mean the rest should quit women!"—Said Theon defending himself. Gendry? A monk?

"Anyway… Jeyne was there and she really hit it off with Robb. At first we didn't care, it was just a onetime thing but then Robb started to visit a lot more. We knew that he didn't love Roslyn but it wasn't like he could call off the engagement. Gendry was the first one to call Robb on his actions but Robb just ignored him and Gendry stopped meeting with us. It wasn't until I found out that they were practically living together in a hotel room that I told him to get his shit together and man up with Roslyn. So I dragged his ass out of the hotel and put him in Theon's car "—

In unison everybody looked at Theon…

"Your turn Greyjoy"—said Bran.

Theon was not happy with Jon's accusations so Arya gave him a quick encouraging nod to talk.

"I really thought it was over!"—He said throwing daggers at Jon with his stare.

"After I picked him up at the hotel and dragged his ass back to Kings Landing; I actually stayed with him for a couple of weeks. He seemed fine, he told me Jeyne was just a fluke and that he didn't know what came over him. So after indulging in various establishments of feminine cuisine I left. I haven't seen him since. I literally was on my way over here when I got a text from him telling me to gather everyone so he could break the news. He's my brother Jon, what was I going to do? Leave him alone? I'd do it for you too you know!..."—

Theon and Jon cared for each other but never quite got along, there were times that it seemed that they just tolerated each other for the sake of the family.

"I'm not particularly glad you just told me about this now but I understand the whole bro-code. But don't lie to me Jon, we have a long distance relationship, there's no space for lies"—Said Margaery while hugging Jon. Those two were like water and salt but somehow they managed to work perfectly together.

"That was beautiful Theon… And Margaery? You almost made me cry, but the problem is still there people. Robb got married with someone other than Walder Frey's daughter! Aren't we supposed to do something?"—Asked Bran, always the analytical of the family.

"Of course… we go and grab a drink!" Everyone in the kitchen looked at Arya liked she grew a second head.

"Robb broke a business arrangement in form of an engagement. Walder Frey will probably try to screw Dad and the company. Even if he gets a divorce the damage is still done. For now we just wait for the blow that's going to come from the Frey's camp"

"Well said little Wolf"— Eddard was standing by the kitchen door looking like he aged ten years in an hour.

"Your sister is right Brandon. There's nothing else we can do but to welcome the girl since your brother seems so smitten and wait for Walder to call. In the meantime the only thing you can do to help is go outside and tell the guests there isn't going to be a party."—

"We'll arrange the cars."—Said Jon gesturing to Theon, it was obvious that they needed to talk about what just happened.

"Us girls and fine Brandon over here can take care of the guests."—Kindly said Margaery.

They all left the kitchen minus Arya who stood back wanting to talk to her father.

"Anything I can actually do than can make a difference?" Eddard just sighed and ran his hands over his hair. It was starting to get a little bit grey.

"Right this minute? Nothing really. But I do want you Monday morning over at the office; I could use your input for damage control."—

Over the years Eddard actually gave Arya full control over all operations in the Free Cities. At 20 years old she had her own little version of Stark Industries so her Father had much respect for whatever she could say so she quickly noted and went to join the others.

The back garden was beautifully decorated with grey lanterns and blue flowers signaling both houses colors. I wonder what the Westerling colors are?; Arya thought as Bran and Margaery were telling the guests that had arrived that the party was canceled, under what circumstances? She didn't know. Bran was smart and Margaery could play you like a fiddle so they've had it covered.

Arya was looking for where the waiters had stashed the booze when she saw Sansa standing by the pool looking absolutely terrified. Her vision was blocked by quite a ridiculous ice sculpture so only when she continued walking could she see the reason for her sister's distress. Lannisters! Technically they were Baratheons but there was too much yellow on display…

Cersei Lannister stood tall and proud looking every inch like the rich bitch she was… I'm sorry, I don't judge people by their bank account but if someone is considered a rich self-entitled asshole that was Cersei Lannister. She stood there all tall, slender, amazing skin (with a lot of help of Botox) and as if something foul was placed under her nose. Next to her stood her Minnie me son; Joffrey... Blonde hair and blue eyes don't guarantee pretty! He only grew taller; that was it. He had the same sneer for a smile, skinny as a lizard, wore pretty, expensive clothes and as always had death grip on Sansa's arm.

Seeing Joffrey torment her older sister made Arya take a beeline strait to the pool. Mom and Dad are busy with the latest Robb bomb. This is my chance.

Cersei was the first to notice her coming and looked like she had seen a ghost. She got even paler and just stared at her muttering 'impossible'. Joffrey noticed his mother's behavior and looked over to where Arya was walking.

"Horseface? Is it really you?"— Is this dickhead checking me out? Unbelievable!

"Unpleasant as always Joffshit… let… go… of… my… sister!"

"Arya…"—Sansa warned, this time not defending Joffrey but scared for Arya's well-being. Don't worry Sis, I've got moves that you've never seen.

"Is this Sansa's sister? Ned's other daughter?"—Cersei went from astonishment to silent rage in a matter of seconds.

"Yes but I swear she must had left to get plastic surgery. I'd actually screw her."-

A punch is too much to waste on this poor excuse for a human being. Water it is…

Splasssssshhhhhhhhh… Blondes awaaaaaaay!

"How dare… I, Moth.. cough, cough, cough. I can't... cough cough cough…"—

"Learn how to swim you little shit!"

"What have you done you wild, you wild… Beast!"—Screamed Cersei. Worried for her son's lack of water skills but still not willing to pull him out because she didn't want to get her dress wet.

"A well mannered beast! You will not come to my house and mistreat my sister"

Cersei was even more outraged that Arya dared to talk back. She was about the slap her when practically all Westeros heard the booming voice… "For God's sake Woman would you give me at least one good day without putting up show?!"—

"Me? Robert this horrid child pushed your son into the pool!"— Shrieked Cersei as Robert Baratheon walked over.

"Whatever he did I'm sure he deserved it. He's…"—Then the unbelievable happened; Robert Baratheon was at loss for words.

'Uncle Robert' came over to the Manor to celebrate his godson Robb's engagement. Not that they were particularly close just that Robert Baratheon never said no to a party and alcohol. And now He stood pale just like his wife did minutes ago; gawking at Arya.

"Lya!..."—He said under his breath…"Lya… is it really you?"—

At 6pm in the afternoon it wasn't odd to find him drunk but this time he seemed affected by something else. His blue eyes that Arya found disturbingly familiar seemed to hold longing and pain at the mere sight of Arya.

"Don't you dare!"—Seethed Cersei under her breath while standing in front of him. She almost joined Joffrey in the pool because Robert ignored her shoving her to the side and holding Arya by her shoulders.

"You came back…"—By now tears were flooding his eyes.v"You finally decided to put me out of my misery and came back!"—He may have grown fat and clumsily sturdy but his will power was still there.

"Uncle Robert… calm down. It's me; Arya!"—was all she could say. When Arya was little; Robert would say she resembled her late aunt. She had grown into her looks and considered herself attractive but to mistake her for the infamous She – Wolf was a bit hard to believe. In her short time on earth; Lyanna Stark was considered the most beautiful woman in all Westeros.

"Lya please… there's so much I have to say to you."—Robert was dangerously close to Arya's personal space. Can I punch Uncle Robert?

"Robert?"—Family similarities where out and about because Arya heard Eddard's voice but when she turned she saw Jon standing tall and menacing in his military uniform; not wondering but ready to punch Robert Baratheon.

"The party is cancelled. We already called for your car."— Said Bran

"Please don't forget your pool toy"—Piped Theon smirking at Joffrey.

All three boys were flanking Robert. Not that Arya needed any help defending herself but they were men, they knew exactly what that stare meant. He wasn't acting as 'Uncle Robert'.

"I… I…"—He blinked a couple of times and only let go of Arya when Sansa gently pulled one of his hands off her shoulder.

He stood there for a couple of minutes still unsure of what to do. His hands left his side in attempts to hold her again but quickly found their place again. His eyes looking straight into her; pleading her to understand something. Those eyes…

And then he left. Suddenly tenderness no longer filled his eyes making way to blind fury, leaving the house like a madman not caring if his wife and son followed him.

"Well that was weird…"

"That man needs an intervention for his alcohol dependency asap"—Said Bran while comforting a shaking Sansa.

"Maybe he's not that wrong..." Said Arya but only Theon understood her.

His famous grin appeared playing with his cars keys when he happily said: "First round's on me"

GENDRY POV:

God damned Skags! They only have to read the construction plans…

Since he really didn't have anything else to do; Gendry decided to work on some late paperwork he had for a construction site in Skagos. Baratheon Corps never said no to a contract but Gendry was bringing new clients based on his incredible work ethic, slacking off because his skagosi crew refused to follow proper orders wasn't an option.

He was about to call and chew someone's head off when he heard his front door open.

"Honeyyyy I'm home!"—

"I want a divorce" Gendry muttered under his breath. "I'm sorry but when did I give you a key?"

"You didn't! I got a copy after one day you were out cold tired from work and I needed the spatula that I left in your kitchen"—Said Hot Pie throwing himself in Gendry's couch blatantly staring at him.

"What?" He said, there's no point in returning to work while Hot Pie was inside the apartment.

"24 hours… 24 hours and you haven't even texted me! I assume Arya didn't come because it's Saturday night and you're in your apartment working"—

"She did arrive yesterday but don't start Hot Pie. My world doesn't revolve around Arya Stark!"

"Doesn't revolve? Doesn't revolve? Said by the guy who got dumped by his girlfriend because he said another girl's name in bed…while having sex! Said by the guy that almost drove his truck into a tree after reading a text that announced said girl's return to Winterfell. Said by the guy who…"—

"I get the point Hot Pie… so? I wanted to see her, I saw her. End of story."

"So?"—Hot Pie shrieked while throwing a book at him. "Did you kiss her? Did you tell her how much you missed her? Did she punch you? Are you guys a thing?"—

It's amazing how quickly Hot Pie gave Gendry a headache. But if someone knew about Gendry's love life; that was good old HP.

"Nothing…" He just sighed. He really didn't need to work today; he just wanted to take his mind off of Arya.

"What do you mean nothing? Gendry you've been waiting for her to return the second she left the airport and you just say nothing? What the hell?"—

"What am I supposed to do Hot Pie? Before she left I treated her like shit! I haven't talked to her in three years and what? She comes back, I'm supposed to tell her that I love her and expect her to receive me with open arms? It's Arya; HP; she doesn't take any bullshit from anyone. From what I can tell she came back even more guarded with herself…"

"What do you mean from what you can tell? Didn't you see her?"—

"Ohh I saw her alright. I was the one who actually picked her up at the airport and this morning I kind of saw her only in a towel but that's not important… I mean, she's kind of standoffish; she actually dismissed me from her room. She's the same but different and I am not only talking about her personality. Let's just say she grew up very very well."

"Dude… you saw her in nothing but a towel. Give me a high five!"—

"Seriously?" He threw the book back to his pudgy friend.

"Baby steps Gendry… You can't function without her, that's obvious. You just need to show her why you acted the way you did back in high school, that you love her and want her to be the mother of your freakishly tall babies. Or short ones if they take after Arya."—

"Easier said than done HP, easier said than done" This was high school all over.

"I know Gen… that is why tonight you are going out with me and Will!"—

"Hot Pie… I am not going to a club to get drunk and very likely start talking about Arya in the company of your girlfriend who happens to be the sister of my ex girlfriend"

After Arya left; Gendry was miserable and swore off women. That was before Willow Heddle; Hot Pie's girlfriend who introduced to him her sister Jeyne. She was nice and pretty and after a while (Hot Pie's 24/7 nagging) he started dating her, but that only made him feel worse. Jeyne was everything a man could want but Gendry wasn't any man, he just wanted Arya.

"Gendry you and I both know that you're not going to get any work done and that you're just gonna go to your room, lie in your bed and stare at the ceiling. Don't think so much; Drink and then do! "—

"That is possibly the worst advice ever!"

"I know… but it's all I got! Hurry up, Will's downstairs waiting in the car."-

…

A couple of hours later it seemed Hot Pie was right. Getting a drink to clear your mind didn't make you an alcoholic; it just made you a normal guy. Thank God for his genes for alcohol tolerance. Gendry was standing alone at the bar while Hot Pie and Willow danced the night away. There was a local band playing so they place was packed with the usual suspects.

They were a decent band; catchy songs, great energy, incredible voice from the singer but his mind was stuck on Arya mode. He wondered what she was doing, probably being paraded to the guests of the party by her mother. He'd put his money on that she was pissed, Arya hated being the center of attention and after three years of absence he was sure that she was the main attraction for the engagement party. Edric Dayne is probably there, fucker is probably reciting her some poetry.

"Don't think! Drink and do!"—Said Hot Pie joining him at the bar while Willow took a bathroom break.

"I'm drinking and what am I supposed to do? How does hooking up with random chicks give me a better chance with Arya?"

"Chill! I wasn't talking about that but don't think I didn't notice the 4 barely clothed girls who came on to you…"— HP said lifting his hand.

"Stop with the high fives Hot Pie"

"…I was talking more about getting wasted and drunk dialing her. We can even drop you at her house; you have a key for God's sake!"—

"So? You have a key to my place and you're not welcomed"

"You're best friends with her brothers, her mother literally custom made a room inside the house for you and you're her father's right hand. If that doesn't make you family I don't know what does"—

"Hot Pie that doesn't make her my family… that makes her… I dunno… I guess I just need a sign from God that tells me it's ok to go after her after all these years."

The dance floor was getting more crowded, the lights were getting dimmer and the music was taking control. As if divine intervention itself Gendry zoomed Hot Pie out and stared the dance floor. People were getting into the music; couples were grinding, moshers were moshing and in the middle of it all danced a beautiful woman. A siren among mere mortals. Her long hair was flowing through the air while she moved to the beat of the song, her tight dress showed off her incredible curves showcasing her toned and silky legs. Her skin was glistening with sweat from dancing and she loved it. Her eyes were closed lost to the music. Arya Stark was a cool pond in the middle of the desert. So much for not liking to be the center of attention.

As if sensing his desire Arya opened her eyes and looked straight at Gendry. She didn't take her eyes of him until the song ended, another song followed immediately and she continued to dance but this time she was dancing in his direction like a wolf on the prowl. Gendry stood rotted at the spot, he wouldn't move afraid that this was a dream and he would wake up. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life, how was he supposed to stay away from her?

As Arya got closer a smile formed at her lips and Gendry was grinning like an idiot, her arms gesturing as if she was going to hug him and it struck him that he hadn't touched her, not even yesterday when He picked her up at the airport. Suddenly he was like a newborn craving touch.

"Hot Pie come here and give me a proper kiss!"— Did you hear that? Yup, that was Gendry's bubble busting!

"Arya is that really you?"—Said Hot Pie engulfing Arya in a bear hug but looking at Gendry and mouthing ''holy mother of god!"

"So I have to go out to a random club to see you? That's cold…"—

"Hey you're the one who went m.i.a for three years"—

"Well a girl has important things to do… Hey Gendry!"— She said only giving him a side glance.

"Hey…" was all he could say. If he wanted a chance with Arya he definitely needed to go back to school or take a quick English course.

"So HP… How's life been?"—Arya asked casually grabbing Gendry's drink from his hand and taking a sip.

I don't need to talk; I need a bed and her in it, pronto! Gendry wasn't even paying attention to the conversation. He was lost in the way Arya played with the ice of the drink with her fingers, how she closed her eyes enjoying the way the scotch went down her throat. She smelled amazing and he had to back up a little when Hot Pie gave him a weird look. The only time he took interest in the conversation was when Willow came from the bathroom but she gave him a nice nod. Willow knew them since high school and she even told Gendry that she knew he was in love with Arya, she just thought both him and her sister would benefit from dating more.

He was currently lost thinking of ways to say I love you without sounding like an idiot when he noticed Arya looking at him with an expectant look.

"I'm sorry what?" Hot Pie and Willow went into a laughing fit probably because of his stupidity and was surprised that Arya smiled as well.

"See you guys later!"—Gendry went into panic mode but then he saw that Arya was talking Hot Pie and Willow who were heading towards the exit. He was actually being led by Arya up to the stairs to the v.i.p rooms.

Gendry felt electricity all over his body the minute her hand touched his and while climbing the stairs she was hypnotizing him with the sway of her hips. Left – right, left – right… He was about to grab her and pull her around when he heard someone call him.

"Look what the wolf brought in!"—Greeted Jon.

Inside one of the private rooms was a small combo of the Stark Brood. As always Jon greeted him with a hug followed by Margaery who was giggling a lot; probably thanks to the Cosmo's that were empty at the table. Bran was attempting to dance with his girlfriend Meera while her brother Jojen smoked what he hopped were just plain cigarettes with Theon.

"Starks, Reeds, Miss Tyrell, Squidward!" He greeted them all; happy as duck when Arya laughed at his dorky joke.

"Well if it isn't Captain Buzzkill. You have to pick your poison if you want to stay here so what will it be?"—Asked Theon gesturing to the private bar inside the room.

"I'm good!" He said signaling his drink. It was half empty but it had Arya's lips on it so…

"Aaaaaaaahhh I love this song!"—Yelled Arya; pulling Meera and Margaery into a circle and dancing like there was no tomorrow. She used to hate to dance in public. He couldn't ogle at Arya like he was doing downstairs so he opted for distraction.

"How was the party?" Apparently that was the wrong question because Jon and Theon's smile flew out of their faces.

"A total disaster… long story short? Robb's a married man to a one Jeyne Westerling!"—Said Theon lighting another cig of dubious origin.

If Gendry was looking for a distraction from Arya that was certainly it. "Please tell me you guys are joking?"

"We wish. Apparently they never stopped seeing each other and decided to get married."— Said Jon.

"What do you mean they never stopped seeing each other?"

"Hey don't look at me, I'm not a babysitter!"—Said Theon.

"He's telling the truth Gen… He hid it from everyone. We still don't know the details but he's married. The End"—

"Idiot just wouldn't learn his lesson the first time? Now I really don't want to go the office on Monday."

"Yeah Dad's face kind of said that and that wasn't even all. Arya threw Joffrey in the pool and then Uncle Robert went all stalker once he saw Arya"—

"Uncle Robert? As in Baratheon?"

"The same one! The guy went bezerk when he saw Arya. Apparently she's the dead ringer for Aunt Lyanna. They kind of had a thing back them"—

Now he was pissed off. Gendry didn't know Robert Baratheon but he had heard all about his drinking binges and womanizing ways. He saw it firsthand how Baratheon Corps was babysat by Eddard Stark and now the guy had the nerve of hitting on his daughter? Theon interrupted his brooding fest.

"Well if that's true the poor shuck didn't see what hit him. I mean come on. I love her like a sister but even I can't stop looking at her rack and…" SMACK "Damn it Jon if you're gonna smack me at least put down the bottle!"—Said Theon while rubbing his head.

"My sister doesn't have a rack. She's my sister! I can shoot multiple weapons Greyjoy!"—Replied Jon.

As much as Gendry would have loved to smack Theon for his comment he didn't because he would be quite the hypocrite. Jon and Theon were lost in a friendly banter so he took the chance to look at Arya only she wasn't there. Jojen said the girls went to the bathroom but when they came back Arya was missing.

"Hey Meera, where's your sister in law?"

"She's downstairs on the dance floor"—

He went over the window and it took him a while to see Arya since she was so little. What he definitely wasn't expecting to see was her dancing with Ramsay Bolton.

…

45 minutes… she's been dancing with Ramsay Bolton for forty five minutes!. And not just your typical dancing, I'm talking hands are in places that shouldn't be and body parts are touching that shouldn't be connected. If she starts twerking I'm gonna start throwing some punches! Gendry was boiling by now.

"Is it me or the pot? I thought Arya hated Ramsay!"—Asked Bran.

"Hated? I'd go for 'mortal enemies' but for God's sake Brandon cut back on the weed, we're out in public!"—Scolded Jon amazed as well of Arya's dance partner.

"It isn't weed. Its nature's relaxing pill. And don't worry about Arya, everything is going to be ok as long as we're not blocked in"—Piped in Jojen speaking fluently weird as always.

Gendry was beyond pissed and even more so; confused as to what was happening. Right before his eyes Arya was dancing the night away with Ramsay Bolton; the same schizophrenic punk who was obsessed with her back in school. Dance was a mild word; she was letting him run is disgusting hands all over her. Gendry had stopped drinking; he needed a clear head for murder.

"Not quite sure what Jojen said but I agree with him. Arya is a big girl; she can dance with who she wants and besides Ramsay's kind of hot!"— Margaery went to protect Arya's back but got a death glare from Jon.

"He may be nice to the untrained eye but that guy is creepy and I'm Jojen Reed's sister"—Said Meera putting her two cents in the conversation.

Nice? As in attractive? Not that Gendry was conceited but why him? Why the hell is Ramsay dancing with Arya instead of him? The guy had a well-known police record, was away for a while in rehab for 'mental guidance' and c'mon, he's wearing a shirt that says 'skin me and wear me like last year's versace'.

"Calm down Gendry… Life is like dancing. If we have a big floor, many people will dance. Some will get angry when the rhythm changes. But life is changing all the time"— Jojen said magically appearing by his side.

Gendry was fuming! This was viewed by everyone as normal behavior since they all knew of Gendry's overprotective nature of Arya but it wasn't protectiveness; it was jealousy! If he stayed shut he would be returning to his old ways of clamping up his feelings. He wouldn't, not anymore. This was his second change with Arya who was casually walking up the stairs drenched in sweat. Mind out of the gutter Waters!

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Message sent, not quite how I wanted… I AM AN ASSHOLE!

"Excuse you?"—Smirked Arya; laughing him off but her entire demeanor went on attack mode in a second. She went straight to the bar.

"Dancing with Ramsay? With Ramsay? I'm sorry; did you forget your entire high school experience?" Now he was just pissed off, Arya was looking at him annoyed, more interested in cooling herself off running an ice cube over her neck. This woman will be the death of me; he thought.

"Of course I remember high school…"—She sneered. 28hrs and 17 seconds to get her angry at me, that's a record!

"How can I forget the jolly old days of being judged by my last name, pushed around by my family and being treated like shit by people I trusted!..."- The old Arya showed her true colors, the Arya that let her emotions get the best of her. Gendry decided he liked her better than the new Arya; cold, calculated and sardonic. This new persona had taken over again in a matter of seconds talking in a mocking singing voice "…gladly those days are gone. One must turn the page with life! So what if I was dancing with Ramsay? He's good looking, knows how to dance. He fit's my quota! What's it to you?"—

"What's it to me? I am not just going to stand here and watch you make a spectacle out of yourself with a certified felon!" The conversation was going downhill way too fast. He wanted to say stop, yell 'dance with me. It's me you want' But Gendry's fury was winning over.

"Gendry is right Arya, Dad will flip out if he finds out!"—Said Bran. The comment made Arya smile and look straight into Gendry's eyes.

"Ahhh yes, I forgot Young Gendry here is Dad's apprentice. Fancy word for a lapdo"- Arya; ever the elite fighter was going for the jugular but Theon came barging from downstairs. The tension was high so his interruption was welcomed.

"You need to stop square dancing with Ramsay!"—Theon said deadpanned.

"That seems to be the order…"—Arya said while sipping her drink.

"That fucker was inside the bathroom telling everyone he was going to screw you senseless and that you were more than willing"—Theon joined the unhappy side as well but Arya was still unaffected. She drowned her drink in a practice move and stood up adjusting her short dress which showcased her amazing legs. She grabbed her cell phone and texted someone while a Cheshire smiled appeared on her face.

To Gendry's amazement she walked strait to him and pressed herself rather suggestive at him, placing her palms flat on his chest. He was in a trance. A mix of anger, frustration, lust and love enabling him from tearing his gaze from those gray eyes he adored.

"I can and will dance with whoever I want - whenever I want. I don't give a damn at what Ramsay Bolton says about me let alone bathroom gossip. I am going to dance."—It was a statement, the final from Arya. They were in the middle of a stare off, neither of them expecting to be the losing side.

The band announced their final set for the night and the music took over the club within seconds. The lights went out only to come back faster and strobing you to a seizure state. He couldn't see but could feel Arya's hands slide down his chest, he could have sworn he saw her smirk at him but left in a matter of seconds. He tried to move but the lights were making it difficult, it was going to be impossible to go down the stairs.

"Ouch, Theon don't move!... and that is not my hand you touched!"—Said Margaery.

Gendry willed his eyes to find Arya in the crowd and to his dismay he did; dancing again with Ramsay. Right now he was whispering in her ear and she was happily laughing.

"Wait for it…"—A hand prevented him from trying to go down and whisk her away caveman style not before knocking Ramsay's smile out. "Don't think. Clear your mind and see!"—Over chants of change, ignorance and best friends he could hear Jojen's voice.

The crowd was alive! It was pass 3am and people were well into their cups. In a matter of seconds the moshpit turned into an authentic fight and all hell broke loose. Glasses where being thrown, chairs were flying in the air and blood was replacing the sweat of the dancers. Everyone emptied the v.i.p room and ran down the stairs.

"Theon take the girls! Bran get the cars! Gendry let's get Arya!"—Jon was barking orders while dogging punches. The massive fight was loud and bloody, angry drunks relishing to vent their anger. It wasn't going to take a long time for the police to make an appearance.

Curiously enough there was a fight inside the fight. In the middle of it all; a little circle stood watching Arya quick the shit out of Ramsay who was on the floor unsuccessfully blocking her blows.

"…that will teach you to behave you pig's reek!"—She sneered. Gendry quickly ran to her and held her at arm's length examining her inch by inch.

"Are you ok? Are you hurt?" He held her head tenderly but focusing on her feral stare.

"Fine and dandy! I told you I was going to dance"—She smiled.

"You bitch! You haven't changed at all"-

At her feet Ramsay tried to tug at the swath of blue fabric that tied Arya's dress hoping that she'd fall but she was quicker and kicked him hard on his side. Gendry was about to do some kicking of his own when Jon appeared grabbing Ramsay by his jacket.

"Hey…remember me?"—Followed by a punch that knocked Ramsay cold. Jon was never one for words! "Let's go!"—Shouted Jon, heading for the exit. Gendry grabbed Arya's hand and ran after Jon shoving people out of their way and punching anyone who dared to look at Arya.

They finally where outside but it wasn't much of an upgrade. The parking lot was a mess, people honking their way trying to get away from the police sirens that were dangerously close.

"I swore we parked the cars on the first row"—Exclaimed Jon running his hand through his hair.

"Guys! Over here!"—Shouted Bran on top of Meera's car roof.

Without thinking twice Gendry grabbed Arya bridal style and ran to the far side of the parking lot. He heard her scream the obvious 'put me down you big brute' but he wasn't going to take any chances. People were desperate trying to move their cars and although he liked them and envisioned them in an entirely different situation; Arya had sky high heels on and he wasn't going to take any changes on her falling and hurting herself.

"Let me go!"—Arya shouted leaping out of Gendry's arms when they made it to the cars. He felt empty without her contact.

"What happened? We parked right by the main entrance of the club"—Asked Jon.

"Jojen moved the cars. Don't ask"—Responded Bran climbing off the roof.

"Hurry up, the cops are coming!"—Yelled Theon.

"ARYA!..."—Someone yelled.

"I'm heading off. Don't wait up!"—Said Arya not even waiting for a response jumping inside a slick black Ferrari four door sedan. Unless Justin Bieber came to Winterfell it was safe to say the blond behind the wheel was Edric Dayne.

Three police cars came barging to the scene. Theon put his foot down and cruised past them with Jon and Margaery. Meera followed behind them in her trusted jeep with Jojen and Bran.

"What the fuck!" Gendry yelled as he saw that they had left him behind. No they didn't you idiot! They assumed you brought your truck; you're practically married to the thing!

Hot Pie had been his ride and he left hours ago with Willow, the police was arresting people so Gendry had to think fast. He heard the soft purr of the motor; the Ferrari was back.

"Get in!"—Arya yelled. He hesitated, the last thing he needed after a night of watching Arya grind against Ramsay Bolton was to see her with Edric Dayne but he really didn't have an option.

Edric rushed pass the police cars and was far away from the entire ruckus in seconds. There was an awkward silence so Gendry decided to be the better man and speak.

"Nice car"

"Thanks! A nice car for a great girl. I thought Arya would be pleased about the red and black"—He said. It wasn't as if he wasn't a good guy. Over the years Gendry actually came to appreciate Edric while working together. He had great ideas and was a decent guy. It was his over familiarity with Arya that made him fume. He needed to work on his jealousy issues.

"Where's your truck?"—Asked Arya while glaring at Edric who was laughing to himself.

"Wasn't supposed to drive tonight. Hot Pie was my ride"

Arya just nodded and turned the radio on obviously ignoring both of them.

The ride to his apartment was quick thanks to Italian horsepower. Gendry made good money with his job but he only had spent it two times; to buy his truck and to get an apartment. It was in a far better side of town and fitted him perfectly.

"What happened to Tobho?"—Asked Arya.

"He retired. He bought a pretty nice house over The Reach". Again the awkward silence. It was his cue to leave but Gendry wanted to ask where they were going. It was 4 o'clock in the morning.

"Sooo see you at work on Monday Gendry"—Said Edric drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. Idiot!

"Yeah, I suppose so…" Arya used to sleep over at Gendry's house when they were little, it was a long shot but he was desperate.

"Arya?... You can crash with me if you want" Arya wasn't expecting the offer but it was welcomed since her features softened and rewarded Gendry with a smile.

"Thanks but I'm good, I'm going to hang with Edric a little bit more."—

'Don't leave! Stay with me, let's talk about the past three years' was what he should have said. Instead Gendry just nodded and got off the car.

They drove away quickly and Gendry went up to his apartment. He lived alone so changing to go to sleep meant taking off his clothes and jumping on the bed.

He felt more tired than he ever felt in years. Good or bad Arya was a force to be reckoned with but he could only smile at the irony. Even if he didn't stayed in his apartment and worked the night away the end result was the same… his mind, head, body and soul was consumed with thought of Arya.

Tomorrow he would take Hot Pie's key.

Jojen's words of dancing were a quote by Miguel Angel Ruiz

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