Hey guys! Thank you for your reviews! Almost all of them were great, except for one, but I don't mind that haha I'm really happy you liked chapter 9, so I tried to write this super fast during my breaks from studying.

I'm finding it very interesting that some people are like "please we want a Jaqen/Arya romance" or are asking for at least a kiss, and other people are like "I hate Jaqen, kill him." There are hardcore Gendrya shippers, and also very strong Arya/Jaqen shippers out there, which I find very amusing! BUT I already know what I'm going to do with these three people, and there is only left the hope that you like it... There is still a lot more left in this story ^^

Enjoy the chapter!

"Gendry."

Gendry turned around as soon as he heard someone calling his name. He was surprised to see that it was Jon Targaryen, who was being accompanied by Sandor Clegane. Both lords walked towards him crossing the hallway with quick steps. Gendry wondered what they wanted from him, but judging by the expression on their faces it wasn't something very good... Maybe they had already found out what he had told Arya. It had been hours since that awful conversation between them happened, and he was really regretting it. He wasn't feeling any better than he did before, and Arya was more upset than she ever was.

However, Jon and Sandor weren't there to get an explanation of his conversation with Arya.

"Yes?"

"Have you seen Jaqen H'ghar anywhere?" Jon asked him. "We can't find him."

Gendry frowned. He had seen Jaqen H'ghar, earlier in Arya's chambers... But he wasn't about to mention that to Arya's family. He couldn't stop the look of infinite hatred that appeared in his face, but neither Jon nor Sandor seemed surprised about it. It was already well known in Winterfell that Gendry and the braavosi didn't get along very well.

He shook his head.

"No, I haven't seen him. Why?"

"He had some matters to discuss with him. We need someone with his skill" Sandor said.

Again, Gendry shook his head, slower this time.

"Well, no, I haven't seen him... I dint know where he might be either" that last part was true, at least.

"Oh, well, no one seems to have seen him all day..." Jon murmured. He and Sandor were about to turn around to leave when someone else made her appearance in the hallway.

"Has anyone seen my sister?" Sansa Stark asked. Her voice was covered with a layer of concern. She took her husband's hands when she reached him and she looked up at him in hopes that he would say yes, but he shook his head.

"No, little bird... I haven't seen the wolf-girl anywhere."

"Maybe she's in her chambers?" Jon suggested.

"No, I have looked for her everywhere. She's nowhere, it's like she has vanished."

That called Gendry's attention. Arya was always out there doing something, running around Winterfell getting into trouble, and there was always someone who had saw her somewhere. And now no one knew where she was? That was very unusual.

She must be hiding, he thought. It was the most logical reason. She was very upset after our conversation...

He didn't mention any of that to any of the three lords and lady in front of him. The least that he needed at that moment was to talk about that. However, he was worried about Arya.

Where are you, damn you!

"Maybe she went out for a ride? She loves to do that" Sandor Clegane rasped. His wife shook her head again.

"I already asked the guards if they saw her, but they said that only one person crossed the gates. Jaqen H'ghar."

Jon almost gasped, Sandor grunted and Gendry paled. Sansa looked to be confused, and frowned when her husband started cursing and swearing.

"My love, what is wrong?"

"He took her! That fucking idiot took your sister away, that is what's wrong!" he exclaimed, infuriated. "How dare he...?!"

"Do you really think he abducted her?" Jon asked, apparently in a bit of shock, same as Sansa.

"What else if not?!"

"Why would he want to kidnap her?! They are friends, he has been protecting her for a long time!" Sansa exclaimed in disbelief. Sandor snorted.

"Well, that doesn't seem to be the case anymore, does it?" he snarled. "Jon, tell Bran to call on his guards, we need to leave now if you want to find your cousin."

Jon nodded, and turned around to do what the man had told him. Sandor stayed where he was to calm Sansa down; his young wife was very distressed by the thought that maybe her little sister was in danger. Gendry, on the other hand, was paralyzed and had no idea what to do. He knew that he had to tell them what had happened, but he was struggling with his own thoughts.

What have I done?!

"He didn't kidnap her..." he managed to say. He say it loud enough that Jon heard him and turned around and stared at him with suspicious eyes. Sansa and Sandor were also confused. "She went with him..."

"What are you saying, boy?"

"I'm saying that you are wrong!" he exclaimed. "He didn't kidnap her, she... She ran away with him!"

In less than a second he was slammed aainst the wall, with Jon furiously grabbing him by his tunic and choking him. Gendry didn't even have tine to react or fight back.

"What are you insinuating?! That my little sister is a common whore that runs away with any man?!" the former member of the Night's Watch yelled right in front of Gendry's face, infuriated.

"Jon, let him go!" Sansa commanded. "Let him go, you're choking him, Jon!"

Jon didn't listen to her, so Sandor had to step forward and grab Jon's shoulder and pull the man away from the smith. Once Gendry was free of Jon, he fell to the floor on his knees and took several long and deep breaths to get back the air that he had lost. Sandor was still grabbing Jon to stop him from attacking Gendry again.

"Jon, calm down!" Sansa exclaimed, and then she turned her attention to Gendry. He was already back on his feet, avoiding the eyes of the lord of Dragonstone. "Gendry, what did you mean? Why did you say that Arya had run away with Jaqen H'ghar?"

"Because she's mad at me" he confessed. He recieved three confused looks in return, so he had no choice but explain further what had happened. He told them everything that he had told Arya, how she had reacted, how she had run away and dissapeared from his sight. He was afraid that, after revealing to Sansa Stark and Jon Targaryen what he believed to be the reason that had led to the Red Wedding, no one would stop them from tearing him to pieces. It was their right, wasn't it? But that was not what happened after he finished giving his explanation.

Sansa and Jon remained silent and shocked. Gendry wasn't really able to read in their faces what they were thinking. Sandor, however, was getting red in the face and seemed to be about to explode at any second. Which he did.

"YOU BLOODY BUGGERING IDIOT!"

He had been execting another kind of reaction, another kind of insults, and possibly a punch or two in the face. He was grateful that that didn't happen, but he was confused when, instead of hate in everyone's eyes, he saw frustration and annoyance. Sansa rolled her eyes and sighed, Jon shook his head from side to side, and Sandor was shooting daggers at him through his grey eyes.

"What-?" Gendry mumbled.

"You really think that a bit of magic caused all that? That treason was planned months before it happened! It was planned before your Red Witch attempted to use her fire tricks to win the throne for Stannis!"

"How do you know that?" Gendry asked.

"When we defeated lord Bolton, we went to the Dreadfort" Sansa said, speaking more calmy than her husband. "There we found the messages that lord Tywin and lord Bolton had been exchanging, planning everything with lord Walder since Robb's wedding. It couldn't be prevented."

"The Red Wedding was caused in part by Robb's foolishness" Jon hissed. "And it was all the product of treason, not magic. And now Arya is the-gods-know-where with a dangerous man, and they have been gone for hours!"

"All because of your stupidity!" Sandor barked.

"Enough!" Sansa silenced both of them. "Arguing is not going to help us find my sister, we have to leave now before she's too far away and it's too late!"

Everyone agreed with her. When Sansa started walking down the hallway, the men went to follow her, but Sandor pointed a menacing finger towards Gendry, making him freeze were he was standing.

"You are staying here" Sandor rasped. "You've caused enough fucking trouble already."

Gendry closed his hands into fists, but there was no point in quarreling with a man twice as big and fierce than him, so he just lowered his head as a sign that he understood. Sandor walked away then, leaving him alone in the dark hallway. Gendry waited until he couldn't hear footsteps anymore.

"Like hell" he angrily muttered before walking away from that place too, going in the opposite direction as the others. He went out of the castle through a different gate, and stayed hidden where he could not be seen. He wasn't going to obey Sandor Clegane's order of staying there arms-crossed while Arya was out there.

He watched as Sansa Stark, Jon Targaryen and Sandor Clegane mounted their horses and left the castle walls followed by a dozen knights in a search party for Arya. Gendry waited five minutes after they left, to make sure they didn't return and were already far away. Then, when those five minutes passed, he sneaked out of his hissing place and towards the stables, where his horse was. He quickly out the saddle and reigns on the animal and mounted it, leaving the stables.

Then, suddenly and without warning, thunder struck the grey sky and it started raining furiously. Gendry was immediatly soaked from head to toe, and blinked several times when rain drops entered his eyes. Thunder struck again, making his horse uneasy, and he had to make a big effort to control the animal.

"Easy, boy!" he exclaimed when the horse raised itself on its back legs.

Around Gendry, many people that had been standing in the courtyard ran to the castle's interior to seek refuge from the heavy rain and the thunderstorm. The sky was darkening fast, iluminated every few seconds by the terrible lighning. Gendry didn't allow himself to be intimidated by the storm. He hadn't been caught in the middle of many powerful ones, but he had never feared them; they felt natural to him. The lighning, the rain, the strong wind...

However, a particularly loud thunder made him realize that he had no time to waste. Arya was out there in the middle if that storm, and he needed to bring her back home, to safety. He urged the horse to move, but the animal refused stubbornly. That was when Gendry realized that the horse was scared, but not by the lightning, but by the huge direwolf that was in front of him.

Gendry hadn't seen her before. Nymeria was just sitting there, without caring about the mud and the rain that soaked her fur. The direwolf was looking directly into Gendry's eyes, as if questioning him... Gendry dismounted his horse, and carefully, very carefully, he approached Arya's direwolf. He extended his hand towards the magestic animal (trying to shake away the fear of losing that hand) and got close enough to it to caress its head. Nymeria didn't growl or try to bite him; she trusted and accepted him. It made Gendry breathe more calmly.

"Nymeria" he whispered "Arya is out there, somewhere... She got very mad at me, you know? I need to find her, to tell her that I'm sorry... that she means more than anything in the world to me. I didn't realize it before, but I need to keep her safe."

He wasn't sure if the direwolf could understand him, but it always seemed to understand Arya, so it was worth the try. Gendry locked his blue eyes on Nymeria's intelligent wolf eyes. He had heard stories about the Starks, about how they could warg into their pets and see through their eyes. Was Arya seeing him right now through Nymeria's eyes? Gendry did not know. Slowly, he put his arm around the direwolf, almost hugging the creature. He rested his head on top of Nymeria's, and just then, he confessed his deepest secret, and also his biggest truth.

"I love her."

When he whispered those words, his voice was almost muted by the rain and the thunder, but he didn't care. What mattered was that he had finally said them out loud.

The direwolf made a strange whimpering sound in the back of its throat and moved its head. Gendry let go of Nymeria and looked at her in the eyes, and was amazed when he saw that the creature had understood him! What other explanation could there be for the way in which Nymeria's eyes were bright with comprehension?

"I need to find her, Nymeria" Gendry whispered with hope, caressing its wet fur. "You have to help me find her, and I swear that, unless she asks me to, I will never let her go again. I promise."

Nymeria threw her head back suddenly and howled. It startled Gendry at first, but then he laughed. She stood back up on his feet and ran back to mount his horse again. He grabed the reigns and followed Nymeria when the direwolf started running towards the gates, which had been left open. He galloped away from Winterfell without looking back, and vowing to himself never to return until he had found Arya.

I was planning on making this chapter waaaaay longer... but then I thought that maybe it was better if I stopped there. Ah, poor Gendry...

I hope you liked it! I'll try to post the next chapter tomorrow, now that my midterms are going to be finally over! I'll really try.