Gendry and Arya had been running for several kilometers, between buildings, across streets, through alleys, trying to turn as much as possible to make sure they lost their pursuers.

They finally reached Tinsley canal.

Both their feet were raw from running, and their sides ached.

"Under! Go!" Gendry pointed under the bridge that crossed over the canal, glancing quickly over his shoulder to make sure no one was looking.

Arya stepped through the scrubs, fighting with the drying branches, and under the bridge, crawling behind the piers. Gendry was right behind her, pushing her up the stone slope until they came to the shortest part, where their heads came up to the underside of the bridge.

Gendry's face was twisted in a grimace as he gasped deeply for air through his mouth.

They were both sweating, despite the cold.

For several minutes, neither of them said anything. They just sat in silence, catching their breath, their ears alert for any sound of their pursuers.

Thankfully, they heard nothing.

His heart was beginning to slow down, but his sides still ached. He turned to Arya.

"You ok?" he gasped out.

She nodded, but then her chest heaved and she turned away from him and started throwing up to her left.

It was mostly spittle, but her insides clenched, trying to force more out.

Gendry slid next to her, putting his hand on her shoulder.

"You need water." he told her as he gently rubbed her shoulder.

"Fuck!" he whispered as he began crawling towards the edge to peek out from under the bridge. There was nowhere he could get her water from.

"I'm fine." she said as she wiped her mouth on her shirt sleeve. He glanced back at her over his shoulder.

"We need to get to the train station." she said as she laid herself in fetal position and closed her eyes.

"They'll have put the station and the airport on alert." Gendry said as he inched back towards her. "We could risk using the papers Yoren got for us?"

She opened her eyes and sat herself up slowly

"They won't recognize me. I look like a boy." she said, her eyes wide with hope.

He furrowed his eyebrows in thought. "They'll recognize me, though." he sighed.

"Then i'll buy the tickets."

Gendry shook his head. "Uh uhh. I'll buy them."

"They don't know what i look like. The police is obviously involved. They all know you. I can buy them!"

He rubbed his hand over his face. "It's not safe. If something goes wrong... No... i prefer you to be hiding somewhere."

"I can take care of myself Gendry!" she yelled, and her words echoed under the bridge.

"I'm not saying you can't..." he let out calmly.

"Then I'll buy the tickets."

He exhaled sharply, closing his eyes. There was no way of winning with her. The fact that they were both stubborn didn't help.

"Fine. But we leave until it gets dark." he pointed a finger at her.

Arya screwed her face. "Why?"

"You want to get caught? Be my guest!" he yelled, half expecting her to try and leave.

But she didn't, which he was glad of.

He had no energy left to go after her, yet if she had tried to leave, he would have no choice.

"Where are we exactly?" she demanded instead.

He shrugged and she widened her eyes in disbelief.

"Oh, I'm sorry, m'lady... I must have left my city map in the pocket of my other pajama bottoms!" he snarled out as he tugged at his pajama pants in frustration.

Arya rolled her eyes and slid next to him. She crawled over him, making sure to dig her knees into his legs and stomach. He grunted shoving her off . She slid to the edge and ducked her head up through the side of the bridge reminding Gendry of a meerkat.

"We're not far from the Purple Route stop." she said as she pulled her head back under the bridge. "We can take the tram."

Gendry stared at her, having nothing to say against her plan. She lifted her eyebrows, waiting for his reply.

He shook his head. "I still think we should wait until it gets dark."

Arya scoffed and shoved him back. "You can wait here until it gets dark." she told him and turned to for the exit.

She jumped off the concrete slope and landed on the shrubs.

She fought with the tall branches and began walking up, towards the road.

Behind her she could hear Gendry struggling with the branches. She started down the small road, towards the motorway.

"Arry!" she heard from behind, but she kept on walking.

"Arry!" this time it was a shout.

Gendry caught up with her, fixing the handle of the bag on his shoulder.

"What are you on about?" she asked without looking at him.

"You're Arry now, remember?"

Arya looked at him out of the corner of her eye. In this light, she could see the fading bruise near his eyes and nose. And the slight swell on his nose.

From our struggle.

"Right. Joe. Arry." she said as she picked up the pace.

Gendry suddenly reached for her arm and spun her roughly to face him.

"Ey! Don't do that! Alright. You can't just run out with out thinking things through." he told her before walking around her and towards the main road.

Arya scampered behind him, trying to keep up.

He was leading them the wrong way and Arya told him so, but he ignored her and walked on. She was about to turn around and leave him, when she realized he was walking towards a small shop.

The bell rang as they walked inside, and the elderly man behind the cash register gave them a quick glance and a "hello" before turning his attention back to the small tv he had sitting on a stool.

Arya was grateful that the small store was empty.

She walked towards some rain boots that were standing in a row at the front of the shop.

Gendry walked straight to the back and picked up a pair of jeans, checking the size.

"Did you heart about the politician?" the old man asked Arya as he fixed his glasses with trembling hands.

"Uh... yea." Arya said, turning to the boots again and picking up a pair.

"They said it was his best friend that shot him. He made Baratheon pay for his crippled son's therapy, and then he turns around and shoots him in front of his entire family and friends. The bastard."

Arya bit her lip and felt her face heat with rage. She wanted to yell at the man. She wanted to beat his face bloody.

Gendry stepped next to her then, with a pair of jeans, a hoodie, and a pair of boots in his hands. He gave her a warning glance.

"They have better shoes back there," he signaled with his head and walked to the register.

"Did you hear about the politician?" the old man asked Gendry as he put his stuff down next to the cash register.

"You shouldn't believe everything you hear, old man. " Gendry told him as he dug through Yoren's bag for the money. He froze at the sight of the money packs.

He had no idea where Yoren had gotten the money from, and he honestly didn't want to know.

"It's in the news, boy." the old man protested as he fixed his glasses and searched for the tags in Gendry's items.

"And the in news they never lie?"

The old man said nothing in reply, and began punching numbers into the register.

Arya walked up to him with pair of boots like the ones Gendry had picked, only they looked her size, and a pair of work socks.

Gendry paid for everything, and the old man bid them goodbye, his eyes glued to the small screen.

They walked out, and around the small building, where Gendry changed behind a dumpster and Arya kept watch while slipping her dirty, swollen feet into the socks, and then into the boots.

Gendry tossed his pajama bottoms into the dumpster and they began walking in the direction of the tramway station.

They arrived right on time, and bought their tickets off the conductor, finding a seat towards the back.

Arya slid in and leaned her head against the window, looking out at the city as they began moving forward.

She was listening at the hum of the moving train car, and it was making her sleepy.

She thought about her father. Her mother. Sansa and Rickon. Bran.

She closed her eyes, but the images still came to her when she did.

Her father, lying in a pool of his own blood. The blood that spurted out in his attempt to speak. His closing eye.

She opened her eyes, and a new image came to her. The man she shot, laying dead on the floor. Dead by her hand.

She tried to blink the imaged away.

Nothing.

Outside, it looked as though it might snow. A notion that under different circumstances, would have made Arya giddy and excited.

No one sat near them, so she felt safe enough to pull her gun out of her pocket. She began to trace it's parts delicately.

"Thank you." Gendry whispered to her.

It was so low, Arya could have easily pretended she hadn't heard him.

She knew he was referring to the man she had killed to save him.

"I've never killed anyone. I've only worked at the station a few months. It's not something I'd wish on anyone."

She continued to trace her gun's features slowly. The slim trigger guard. The rail.

"If you want to talk about it..." he offered.

"It's nearly out of bullets?" she said in a quiet voice.

Gendry held his hand out at her and she handed him the gun and watched him inspect it in his lap.

"I can modify this for you."

"What do you mean?" she looked up at his face. She noticed that every time he concentrated, he pouted his lips.

"Before i became a cop, i used to be a gunsmith."

"Oh. It's fine." she told him.

She didn't want to change anything. This is exactly how she would always keep it. The way Jon had it.

"Ok." Gendry said awkwardly, and placed the gun back in her hands. Arya noticed it.

She hadn't meant to sound rude, so she thought of something she could ask him, to take away the awkwardness.

"What made you want to become a cop?"

Gendry let out a low, dry laugh and turned to face her.

"Your father." he told her, his deep blue eyes piercing her gray ones. She held his gaze for a few seconds, before she looked away and back out the window.

"Although after all of this, I'm really beginning to question whether or not he was lying when he said he saw potential in me."

Arya turned her full body to face him. "What?" She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Gendry was calling her father a liar!

"Your father said he saw potential in me, but now I'm just thinking the only reason he helped me out was because I'm Robert's son."

"My father would never lie about something like that. He didn't care about names!" Arya said defensively as she crossed her arms over her chest, and gave Gendry her back, forehead leaning on the window.

He lied to Robert about my death, he thought. But he didn't say that to her. He knew she was right, though. He recalled the conversation he had with Ned the afternoon he had arrested Arya for the first time.

His speech about honor, and never allowing a name to get in the way of Gendry doing his job was more than enough to believe Ned really meant what he said.

Gendry decided to give Ned the benefit of the doubt, even though there was still something eating away inside of him.

Something that told him the only reason he made it as a cop, in half the time than anyone else ever had, was his paternity. Maybe he had the potential, but that wasn't the only reason he was pursued by Ned.

He pushed that thought aside, disliking the lost of faith in Ned that it brought.

He turned to Arya, who still had her back towards him. He had clearly offended her.

"I don't think your father is a liar." he said. "He always saw the good in people, never the bad. Even in me."

Arya faced him slowly.

Gendry smiled at her. A short strand of her hair was sticking up at the front of her head. He reached over and combed it down. She swatted his hand away.

His eyes looked her up and down.

She had on a pair of jeans, and a long sleeved black shirt with a weird logo he'd never seen before. Yoren had almost guessed her size.

The clothes were almost right on her. Just a bit baggy, but it suited the look though.

She could easily pass as a boy, unless you paid close attention to her features.

"What?" she asked him when he had been staring too long.

"Why did Yoren cut your hair?" he lifted an eyebrow.

Arya had wondered that herself when Yoren began sawing at her hair back in Cutler's Hall. But on the ride over to Gendry's, Yoren had briefly apologized for it, explaining it was the safest way to get her out of the building, and out of town.

It was as if Yoren had known the severity of the situation as soon as it happened.

Thinking about him, and how he'd given his life for them made her insides feel hollow.

"After what happened to father, Yoren and I were leaving the hall, when a security man saw us, and told everyone over radio that I was with Yoren." she paused, remembering as Yoren dropped her to her feet and quickly shot the man.

"Yoren killed him. Dressed me in his clothes, and cut my hair off."

Gendry said nothing. In less than 24 hours, this girl had seen more death than anyone deserved. It wasn't right. And it wasn't fair.

"He said it was the safest way to escape."

"By becoming someone else." Gendry said.

She shrugged. "That's what Yoren said."

"Well, for what it's worth, it looks nice." Gendry paused awkwardly, as if he'd spoken out before actually thinking what he was saying. Well, there's no turning back now.

"You can pull it off quite well." he said, not meeting her eyes.

Arya blinked.

She didn't know what to say because she wasn't sure if he was mocking her or if he was being serious.

"A girl i work with, well, she has short hair. Now, I'm not saying she looks awful, just that her features don't necessarily look great with short hair. She is pretty. I'm not attracted to her, but I can say she is pretty without feeling attraction... Few girls can pull it off. Like, there's that actress . . . I can't think of her name . . . she came out in..."

"Gendry." Arya said, and he turned to her. "Shut up." she said, but she was smiling.

He smiled too, and rolled his eyes.

It wasn't long before they made their final stop at the station, which was adjacent to the Sheffield Train Station.

"We're here." Gendry said as they came to a stop. Arya raised her eyes to his and nodded.

Gendry nodded once. "Alright. Lets do this."

AN

I can't stop thanking you all for your reviews., to both fanfiction reviewers, and the tumblr readers.

This is my first fanfic ever, as I've mentioned before. Arya and Gendry were actually the first to fill me with enough feelings to actually write. So the reviews and likes, really make my day and fuel my writing.

I'm so excited, because i just saw someone on tumblr "gendrybaratheonn" made a movie poster for this fanfiction. You know who you are! And this dance is just for you

*dances around room*

I literally just danced around the room. Just for you!

I will post the link to the post on my fanfic profile.

It has inspired me to make a trailer for this fanfic. If i make it, i'll post the link up too.

SOOOOOO...

Not a lot of action in this chapter. Which after chapter 10 and 11, it feels odd.

But this chapter feels necessary. I didn't just want to go from them running from the cops, to them ending up at the train station, suddenly wearing shoes, and Gendry wearing clothes.

It was also a chance to just answer any questions the readers might have, and to show what the characters are thinking, which is difficult to write when they're running for their lifes.

I promise to update soon, since this is mostly a filler.

Again, thanks to you all :)