Well I hope that everyone had a good weekend. For those of you who celebrated Easter, I hope you had an enjoyable one. I didn't write on the weekend so that I could spend some time with my families, but I'm back. I plan on posting fairly frequently, but I'll let you all know if anything changes.

This story now has three reviews! It was very heartwarming to see that there are actually people that are reading and enjoying what I have to say.

So I'm going to make a shout out to my first reviewers. Thank you so much to nana2896, pullynnhah, and to HijadeSandor. Also, HijadeSandor, I put your comment through GoogleTranslate, so I could translate it the best I could. I did take Spanish in high school though, so I do know how to say Muchas Gracias!

Anyway, this Chapter is all about the family. So it may not be all that exciting but I think it's very sweet, and I hope you enjoy it.

I will be making no money from this story unfortunately, all the characters and places are the property of George R R Martin.

Please read and review! xoxo

Chapter Three:

It was just after four thirty in the afternoon when Arya made it out of bed. It was her hunger that had awoken her. She knew that she would have to eat something before the day was out. Her siblings would all be getting home within the next hour, so she figured that now was as good time as any to get out of bed.

She chose to climb in the shower, hoping the hot water would ease some of the pain she was feeling. She made a mental note to take some pain medicine when she got out of the shower. She picked out some simple grey sweatpants, knowing that there was no one she needed to impress today, and a worn concert t-shirt, she grabbed a pair of clean underwear and a bra and walked across the hall to the bathroom she shared with her three siblings.

She connected her phone to the speaker she had in the bathroom and put on some music to listen to while she was showering. It was a routine she was used to, so she figured it may bring her some sense of normality to the way she was feeling. After she found a nice, loud, heavy metal song, she undressed and climbed in to the already running shower. The water was nice and hot, her brothers may even call it scalding. Sansa always told her that the water was too hot for her, that it wasn't good to have the water that hot, because it would dry out her skin, but Arya didn't care. She loved it and wouldn't let anyone tell her different.

As she let the hot water flow across her marred skin, she thought about the stranger she had met last night. Where had he come from? How did he know someone needed help? She thought she remembered him talking to Jon when he came to pick her up, but she couldn't recall any of the details. All she could remember was the handsome face with the mysterious smirk. And the eyes, the deep, blue eyes. Those would be something she would not soon forget. When he looked at her she felt that he wasn't looking at her, but looking in her, towards the depth of her soul. She felt that she could have given him anything he asked of her in that moment. She had never felt like that meeting anyone before. It was a strange feeling, and one she wasn't completely sure she was comfortable with.

She knew that his name was Jaqen, Jaqen H'ghar. She thought it was a strange name, clearly not from Westeros. Then again, he didn't seem like anyone she'd ever met from Westeros. He also spoke in the third person, which was very odd. She thought she recalled learning about a place where they spoke in this manner, but she couldn't place it at the moment. She'd think on it later, maybe ask one of her brothers if they knew.

She washed and rinsed her hair, then started to wash her body. She hated looking at the marks on her chest and stomach, but she knew that they were just scratches and after a few days they would be gone completely. None were deep enough to permanently scar her; she found this to be a glimmer of hope within the darkness.

After washing and shaving, she shut the water off and wrapped her hair in a towel, and wrapped a towel around her body. She dreaded looking in the mirror again, knowing that she was a pitiful sight with her bruises. She shut the music off, wiped her body dry and dressed before she wiped off the mirror. The bruises were as purple as ever but the sleep and shower did help her eye to open, not fully, but open nonetheless. She decided to dry her hair, since she hated the feeling of wet hair, so she grabbed her hair dryer from under the sink and set about drying it. She noticed the blue streak that she had put in her shoulder length hair three weeks ago was still quite vibrant. She was very pleased with the result. Looking at her streak, she remembered the white one that her stranger had. She wondered if his was deliberately put there or just a quirk of his body. She shook the thought from her head. "It doesn't matter what it is, because you're never going to see him again, idiot!" she told her reflection in the mirror.

Once she deemed her hair dry enough, she brushed through it one last time, put her hair dryer back under the sink, and headed downstairs to await the arrival of her brothers and sister.

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Sansa was first to arrive home. When she walked in to their two story, yellow brick house, the first place she went was the kitchen. That is where she found Arya, sitting at the dining table and playing on her phone.

"I'm glad to see that you're up and walking around. How are you feeling?" Sansa asked her younger sister. "Like shit." Arya answered. "But I took some milk of the poppy for the pain, so hopefully that'll help." Sansa worried for her sister. She knew of people that had taken their use of medicine too far, and now relied heavily on it to keep going, she didn't want her sister to become dependent upon it. "Well alright, but please don't take too much." Sansa told her. "I'm not stupid, so don't treat me like I am." Arya retorted with. Sansa groaned. She knew they were going to be in for a long night.

She decided to let Arya continue to play on her phone while she started making dinner. She grabbed the thawed chicken out of the fridge and started cutting it in to more manageable pieces. "What are we having?" Arya inquired. "Chicken Parm. I thought that I'd make something I knew you would like and maybe even appreciate for dinner tonight." Sansa replied. She saw how Arya's eyes lit up and she couldn't help but to smile.

Just as she was putting the chicken in the oven, the boys walked in the door. "Smells good sis!" Robb said before he kissed Sansa on the forehead. "It's just going in the oven; it doesn't smell like anything yet!" Sansa told him. He laughed as he went to kiss Arya on her head the same way he had just kissed Sansa. Jon entered the kitchen then laughing along with his siblings. "Well I'm sure it will taste amazing Sansa, your cooking always does." he told her as he kissed her the same as his twin before. Some people may see this sign of affection as a little strange, but after their parents died, the brothers started doing it. It was something that their father had always done to his two daughters, so the boys wanted to keep the tradition alive.

The boys went upstairs to shower before dinner, and Sansa quickly filled a pot of water for the spaghetti before the boys turned the showers on.

The spaghetti was just finished and Sansa was draining the noodles when the boys came back in the kitchen. Robb started to clean off the table while Jon grabbed plates and utensils so he could set it. Arya stayed at her seat, not really wanting to get up, thinking that her siblings would surely understand. They must have, for no one made a comment about it.

Once the table was set, Sansa brought the bowl of noodles and the dish of chicken and set them down in the middle. "Well, dig in everyone." she stated simply. No one said anything as they grabbed their food or the entire time they were eating for that matter. No one really knew how to start the conversation and no one wanted to be the first one to talk, so the four siblings chose to eat in silence instead.

After the meal was finished and the leftovers packed up and put away, the siblings all sat down at the table once more to have the necessary discussion of what needed to be done. When no one made the first move, Sansa decided that she needed to be the one to do it. "Well, obviously something needs to be done, because there's no way that any of us are going to let something like this happen again." she had stated. "What am I supposed to be able to do to prevent it, if it ever did?" Arya questioned. "Well, maybe you should quit your job so there's less of a chance that it could happen." Sansa answered. "NO! That's completely out of the question!" Arya yelled at her. "I love my job. I just need to make sure that I'm not going to get hurt again." "Maybe one of us could drive you to and from work every shift?" Robb suggested. "I don't need to be babysat. I'm not a child. I can drive myself." Arya said, dismissing the suggestion. "Well, what did you have in mind, sweet sister?" Jon asked. "I don't know. I just know that I need to learn how to defend myself." Arya responded. Sansa had a feeling that she knew where this conversation was going to go, and she didn't like it. "So what are you saying Arya?" Sansa questioned, knowing full well what the answer was going to be.

"I've been thinking about it, and I think I need to join a gym." Arya told her siblings. "What do you need to join a gym for?" Robb teased. "I'm tiny. I need to build some muscle if I'm going to learn how to defend myself." She told him with a scowl on her face. She wasn't impressed that he was trying to joke around in a situation like this one. "Defend yourself?! You really think that just because you gain a little muscle, you'll be able to take on a grown man?" Jon asked. "Well no, not initially, but if I joined a gym where I learned how to fight, maybe I'd stand a chance." she told him, looking down at her hands. She was embarrassed. She knew she was small, she wasn't stupid, but if she knew what she was doing, she was sure she could inflict some damage. She knew the basics already, kick them in their cock. That would bring down any man, right?

"Arya, we're scared for you. Do you really think that you would be able to handle something like this?" Jon asked her. He was using a soft voice; he didn't want to hurt her feelings by making her think that he didn't believe in her. "I could do it Jon. I know I could. I'm never gonna let something like this happen to me again, and this is the way to do it." she told them all.

"Well, I really don't see a point in trying to argue with you. I know it wouldn't get me anywhere." Sansa said, sounding defeated. "If you think that you'll be able to handle it, then I don't see a problem with it." "Besides, you're 19, so we really can't stop you, even if we all wanted to." Robb added. "Then, I suppose it's been decided. Just make sure that it's a good gym with a safe reputation. We don't need you getting hurt because they didn't know what they were doing." Jon told her. He couldn't bear it if she was hurt again, regardless of the reason. "Thank you guys, I'm glad that you have faith in me." Arya said to her siblings, managing a small smile. "Aw! What a great family moment you guys! Group hug!" Robb shouted. The three remaining siblings all groaned in unison, but they humoured him anyways.

They all decided that they would watch a movie before they went to bed for the evening. The boys, picked the movie, they agreed that they should choose something light hearted, so they chose something from their childhood that they all loved. Arya came in from the kitchen after making some popcorn, at the same time that Sansa returned with some blankets. When they all were situated together on the couch, Robb pressed play on the remote. The song that started playing was instantly recognizable. "The Lion King?!" both sisters shouted together. "We figured if, there was any night that needed a Disney movie, it was this one." Jon told them, as Robb nodded from the other side of Sansa.

With that, the four Stark siblings relaxed and enjoyed the quality time they were able to spend with each other, putting all of the horrible thoughts of what happened the previous night in the past.

Author's Note:

The Lion King is entirely the property of Disney.