Note: So, I received a few reviews for chapter 14 telling me my Spanish was off. Thank you for that. I have two readers helping me with my Spain facts, and one of them was kind enough to give me the proper phrasing of the sentences in both Spanish and Catalan. Thank you so much "egaara"

You're a darling!

So anyone interested in re reading over chapter 14, feel free :)

Also, there is some Catalan and Spanish in this chapter. So you've been warned. Like last time, I will have the translation at the bottom.

A reviewer suggested I have the translation next to the sentence in parenthesis, but i kinda like the reader not knowing what is being said until the end, cause Gendry doesn't know either language, and he's as lost as you, the readers are!

Anyway, Ill let you read now! Enjoy!

The back door opened and Gendry slid infront of Arya as the one they called Lem jumped on and walked towards them with a knife.

He bent down and sawed the cloth that tied Gendry's feet first, then moved to Arya's.

"Out." he said as he pulled Arya by her shirt until she was on her feet.

Gendry was the first to jump off the back of the truck.

He had no idea what time it was, but there was no longer any sun out, so it was either dawn or dusk.

He was almost sure it was the latter.

They seemed to be at some sort of farmhouse in the middle of nowhere.

Nothing but grassland for miles.

The other three men were by the truck waiting for him.

Lem jumped off and grabbed Arya by the waist and brought her down.

Gendry didn't know what came over him, but he was running towards Lem.

He slammed his entire weight against him, knocking him to the floor.

Arya's eyes widened in shock, and their eyes met for a split second before she turned to kick the red head straight in the gut.

Gendry put his tied hands around the neck of the guitarist, not even bothering with the old bearded man.

"Arya, run!" he growled at her as he pulled his hands back, so that the cloth choked the guitarist tightly, giving him little room to move or breath.

Arya hesitated for a split second before she began to run.

Out of nowhere a gun cocked by his ear and out of the corner of his eye Gendry saw the bearded man was holding a gun to his head.

"Run, and I blow his brains out!" he called out to Arya, and to Gendry's disappointment, she stopped.

"How nice of her" the guitarist said with a laugh.

Arya turned around slowly, facing them, but her eyes were on Gendry, and his on her.

Run, his eyes were saying. Run!

But she didn't.

Instead she started walking back towards them.

Lem and the red head were on their feet agains, and the guitarist had pulled Gendry's arms off him.

Arya reached them, her eyes locked with Gendry's.

Lem pushed him to his knees and pulled his own gun out, pointing it at his head.

Arya's eyes went from the gun pointed at Gendry, to Gendry, to the gun the bearded man had.

"Tsk tsk tsk, don't you dare." Lem said, cocking his gun.

Gendry clenched his jaw and pouted his lips.

I'm going to die.

Right here. Right now, in front of Arya.

She'd seen so much already.

Not this too. Not now. He can't leave this world without knowing she was safe.

He can't leave her with them.

"We won't try anything else." Gendry said pleadingly. He gave Arya a quick look, before he turned to the bearded man, whom he assumed, was the leader. "You have my word."

"Your word?" the red head laughed to their side.

"Lem, Anguy!" the bearded man yelled out, and at that, Lem pulled his gun away from Gendry's head.

"I will take your word, and you have out word, no harm will come to either of you. We, ourselves, are men of our word, isn't that right?" the bearded man asked and all the men nodded.

He smiled at that.

"Now, I don't know about you, but I'm freezing my bollocks off, so if we could please step inside." he turned towards the house, leaving everyone to follow.

The guitarist grabbed Arya by the shoulder and led her towards the old, homely farmhouse.

Lem and Anguy grabbed Gendry from either arm and pulled him to his feet, walking him towards the house.

Whomever said never judge a book by it's cover was most definitely talking about this house.

On the outside, it looked like an old decaying house...

The inside, however, was beautiful.

The entire first floor was all one room.

The walls were painted a cream yellow and were full of indentations were marble statues rested.

There was plants and tapestries, and a large chandelier. A large staircase lead to the second floor.

There was a large fireplace on one end of the room. On the opposite side, the wall was one large book shelf, with three rounded windows placed between the shelves. In fact, every door way and window in the house had a rounded top.

Who the hell are these people?

Anguy was the first to make himself at home. He began to strip off his jacket as he ran up the stairs.

"Welcome, to my humble home." the guitarist said in singsong as he gave a small bow.

"We haven't been properly intoduce. I'm Tomas. Tom, if you will...Joe, and Arry was it?" he told them in a mocking tone, and as if on cue, Lem tossed him Yoren's bag. The same bag that had led them straight into their pawn shop.

"Well we know you're Arya. Arya Stark. Harwin's told us all about you." he said to her as he began pulling out their passports from the bag. "He was clever enough to recognize you." Tom said as he gave a nod to Harwin, who had sat himself on a Chesterfield sofa near the fire place.

"But who are you really, Joe?" he asked, pointing at Gendry.

Gendry didn't answer.

Tom pulled out their money next, inspecting the thick packs. "This is a lot of money. Where did you steal it?"

"We didn't steal it. It's ours!" Arya snapped, speaking for the first time since they had arrived. Tom smiled at her.

"Well, it just so happens that we do steal." he told her as he held out the money for Lem.

Lem crossed to him and took it with a smile.

"That's ours!" Arya yelled, taking a step forward.

"Now, now, can't you share?" Lem shoved her back, and walked towards Harwin, handing him the money.

"What do you need so much money for? Where are you going?" Tom asked as he gave their passports a second glance before tucking them back inside the bag. "And you haven't told us your name, like an honest man would. You know all our names." he told Gendry.

"The Bull. They call me the Bull." Gendry offered warily.

Tom roared with laughter.

"That sounds like a load of Bull shit if you ask me." Anguy called from the second floor. His red hair was wet and he had on a fresh change of clothes. "Shower's free." he turned to Lem and Harwin.

"Arya and the Bull." Tom said in singsong. "I like it." he smiled. "Wait, wait, I feel a song coming! Someone fetch me the guitar from the truck!"

Lem grunted behind Tom, and no one seemed to make a move to get the guitar.

Gendry wasn't sure if these men were serious, or if they were putting on an act.

His cop instincts kicked in and he quickly swept the place with his eyes. His best guess was, they were crooked art dealers. Their pawn shop seemed to fit with his theory.

"What I want to know is where they're headed to?" Harwin called over from the couch.

Gendry opened his mouth, about to speak, but Arya spoke first.

"Away." she shrugged. "Away from home. What's it to you?"

"You already are away from home, how do you know this isn't exactly where you were suppose to end up?" Anguy said as he reached the bottom of the stair case and sat on the second stair.

Arya was about to answer Anguy, when Harwin rose from the couch and walked towards her.

"I knew your father. I used to work for him." he said, and everyone turned to face him.

Arya was a few steps in front of Gendry, so he couldn't see her reaction, but Gendry himself wasn't expecting that. Out of all the places Arya could've walked into, she just happened to walk into the shop where this man who knew her father happened to be.

"I used to work for him. That was years ago thought, but I knew the kind of man he was. The filth being spread around about him..."

"It's all lies!" Arya told him, and he nodded.

"I know," he said with a sad smile. "but that doesn't change the fact that everyone believes it."

Arya frowned. "If you knew my father, then let me go."she raised her tied hands. "Why are we tied up? Why have you taken from us? We're just trying to find my mother, why don't you let us go?"

"We're trying to help. We'll make sure you reach your mother soon." he said in a soothing tone that Gendry wasn't buying. Even Tom, Anguy and Lem seemed puzzled by Harwin's words.

"I don't believe you. Why would you help me? How do I know everything you're saying about my father is true." Arya said, echoing Gendry's thoughts.

Harwin just smiled. "You don't. But you have no choice." he said, waving the packs of money at them. "This is a loan by the way. We'll pay you back."

"A loan!" Gendry laughed out. "It doesn't seem to me like you're the kind to require a loan." he said as he looked around the room.

Harwin smiled about to speak, when Tom stepped next to him.

"What's the deal Harwin?" he whispered, pulling the man aside.

Harwin furrowed his eyebrows at Tom. "Huh?"

Tom glanced over at Arya and Gendry, as if considering something, before turning Harwin.

"Que vols que fem amb ells?" he whispered in Catalan.

Anguy rose from the stairs, crossing over to the men, stealing a quick glance towards Arya.

"Crec que el millor que podriem fer es portar-los a ell. Ell sabra que fer." Harwin whispered back.

"Y el chico?" Anguy asked, glancing over to Gendry.

"El noi tambe." Harwin answered him.

"Que collons voldra d'ells?" Tom cried out, clearly pissed.

"Tinc un pla." Harwin told them and walked back towards Arya and Gendry.

"It's late. Lem will take you to your room. We leave first thing tomorrow. Get some rest." He said cheerfully, turning to everyone.

Tom didn't return Harwin's smile. He simply shared a look with Lem.

"Leaving where?" Gendry and Arya both asked at the same time.

"You ask to many questions?" Lem said as he pushed them towards the stair.

"All in good time, child. All in good time." Harwin called to Arya as they started up the stairs.

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The room Lem lead them to was painted the same creamy yellow as the rest of the house.

There was a large king sized bed and a small, yet elegant dresser in the corner, and a large mirror on a stand on the other.

Arya's eyes went straight to the window.

"Window is barred." Lem told them with a smile as he cut the cloth tying Arya's hands.

She glanced at his gun, which was tucked into his pants, but Gendry gave her a stern look.

She rolled her eyes, but didn't try anything.

"Bathroom is in there" he pointed towards the doorway that was across from the bed and then turned to cut Gendry's hands loose. "I will lock the door. Knock if you need anything." he said before he left, closing the door behind him.

Arya heard a key slipping into the keyhole and the click of the lock.

"Damn!" she said under her breath as she rubbed the raw flesh on her wrists.

"Why didn't you leave?"

Arya turned to face Gendry in disbelief. He was facing away from her, towards the door.

"They had a gun to your head." she said. Is he really asking me this?

"You're what matters here. You can't be stupid. You should have kept on running."

"Running where Gendry? There's nothing. Were in the middle of nowhere. They have a car, they had a gun pointed at you. You said it yourself, you would follow me anywhere." she said making him face her. "Well me too."

Gendry looked away from her. He seemed upset. She wasn't sure why thought. Back in the truck, he seemed to be in a hopeful mood. He couldn't still be upset over her getting them captured, could he?He could be so stubborn! He wasn't far off when he picked The Bull. He was so bull headed.

She rolled her eyes and walked towards the window, pulling the drapes back.

"We have to find a way to get out of here." she said.

Lem wasn't lying. The window was barred.

"Arya, I think we should just..." Gendry said sitting on the bed and pulling off his jacket with a deep sigh. "I mean, they said they wanted to help." he said meeting her eyes.

"And you believe them?" Arya said as she walked back to him.

"Not a word they said. But there is really nothing we can do about it right this second is there?"

"You're giving up!" she stabbed her finger against his shoulder accusingly.

"No!" he groaned, clearly frustrated. He caught her hand in the air before she could stab her finger into his shoulder again. "I'm just not going to be stupid. They have guns, They outnumber us, we're in the middle of nowhere like you said. Tired. Hungry... Do I need to say more?" he demanded, letting go of her hand and pulling off his shirt.

Arya looked down at the floor.

He was right.

He was right, but she hated that she had to just sit here and do nothing.

She had no choice though.

"I call the shower." Gendry rose from the bed and began unzipping his jeans as he walked towards the bathroom.

"I'm.." he began to say hesitantly.

Arya turned to him. He was dressed in only his briefs, and Arya could feel her face heat as she tried to keep her eyes on his face.

Look at his eyes.

Look at his eyes!

"I'm leaving the door open, incase you need anything, just call me. I... don't trust them." he stuttered out awkwardly.

Arya made a face. "And what, you'll run out. Naked. Wet and naked, to fight them off . Ha." she sat on the bed and began unlacing her boot. "I can handle myself Gendry." she said as she pulled the boot off her foot.

"Ha. You only wish I would run out naked and wet." he said with a laugh.

Arya's head snapped up, mouth wide in shock.

He gave her a quick smile before he ran into the bathroom, just in time to miss the boot Arya had thrown his way.

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The hot water slowly dissolved all the knots in his back, little by little, until there were none left.

He closed his eyes, and just stood there, under the hot, numbing water. Letting it wash away the day.

The stress. The worry.

He wasn't on the run anymore. The water washed that away.

He wasn't the bastard son of Robert Baratheon anymore. The water washed that away.

Ned Stark wasn't dead . . . Arya and him weren't captives of some crooked bandits.

The water washed all of that away too.

Everything.

He opened his eyes though, and everything came back, and no amount of hot water was able to wash it away.

The bathroom door was open, and so he was able to hear the talking coming from the room.

"Arya?" he called as he slid the shower door open and peeked his head out.

He heard a door slam. He opened the door the whole way now. "Arya?" he said about to jump out.

"I'm fine. Don't come out. They just brought food."

"Oh." he said as he slid the door close.

"Hurry up, or it'll be all gone." she teased from the other room. "I'm small, but with a very hearty appetite."

"Arya Stark!" he called out as he quickly rubbed soap across his chest, "You better leave some food for me!" he moved to soap his arms.

"Hurry then."

Gendry smiled, shaking his head.

She was really beginning to get under his skin.

Whether she annoyed him, or surprised him.

Whenever she managed to anger him, make him smile, or challenge him, it always seemed to be heightened.

Everything seemed heightened with her.

She didn't simply upset him. She infuriated him.

She didn't just make him smile. His bloody cheeks hurt from smiling.

And at first, he told himself it was because she intrigued him.

She was stronger than she appeared. Smarter than him. Clever. Too clever for her own good.

He remembered Yoren's words, the day he had met Arya.

"She's brilliant."

It didn't take long for Gendry to realize Yoren was right.

She was brilliant. She was bad ass!

She fucking scared the shit out of him!

He turned the shower off and slid the shower door open.

Thinking about Yoren had knotted his stomach, and all he wanted to do now was sleep. Even if he was starving. Sleep just seemed to make him forget.

He pulled a towel from the rack and wrapped it around his waist. walking out the doorway into the bedroom.

Arya had fallen asleep slumped at the foot of the bed.

There was two plates of untouched food, two empty glasses, and a pitcher with water on the dresser.

Whomever had brought their food had also brought up their pajamas and Gendry grabbed his from the bed and turned his back to Arya as he stepped into the pajama bottoms, letting the towel drop.

He pulled his white shirt over his head, slipping his hands into the sleeves.

It smelled.

It was the same shirt he had worn the night Arya had showed up.

That day felt like it had happened ages ago.

He walked around the bed to where her head rested on her hands and knelt.

The skin on her wrist was red and blistered from the binds.

With her asleep, and peaceful. Even asleep though, she looked like the little fighter that she was. The little tough wolf.

He hadn't had the chance before to actually look at her face. Not like this.

She had a button nose, and small lips.

It was her eyes that really caught the eye though.

She was beautiful. That wasn't hard to see. Even with no make up, and unevenly chopped hair, she was beautiful.

Gendry let out a frustrated breath and her eyes opened, looking straight into his.

"Yoren did a piss poor job with your hair." he smiled and stood, walking back to the other side of the bed.

"You should shower. It'll help. I'll sleep on the floor." he pulled a pillow from under the covers and let it fall on the floor.

"You can sleep up here." she said sleepily as she rolled off the bed. "I don't mind. The floor is too hard."

And with that, she took her pajamas and walked into the shower, closing the door behind her.

"I do, though." he said to the closed door.

But he took the pillow from the floor and threw it on the bed.

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Translation:

(S) is for Spanish, (C) is for Catalan

Tom: (C)Que vols que fem amb ells? = What exactly are you planning to do with them?

Harwin: (C) Crec que el millor que podriem fer es porta-los a ell. Ell sabra que fer. = The best thing to do is take them to him. He'll know what to do.

Anguy: (S)Y el chico = What about the boy?

Harwin: (C) El noi tambe = the boy too.

Tom: (C) Que collons voldra d'ells? = what the fuck would he want with them?

Harwin: (C) Tinc un pla = I have a plan

AN

My chapters keep on getting shorter and shorter, but I have some pretty lengthy chapters coming up. Promise.

This chapter is all Arya and Gendry, and it jumps from one POV to the other.

This is also a sorta sweet, calm chapter, since there is a few more intense stuff coming soon.

That's all I have to say really. I'm loving your reviews! You're all great. I leave for Las Vegas on Monday and return until Friday.

It's a business trip, so I doubt I'll have time for anything else. However, I may have time to squeeze out another chapter before I leave. Depends on how free my Friday night is.

I'm really excited about next chapter though. So I might not post it unless I'm 100% happy with it.

Again, thanks for your reviews! I love you all!