Hello everyone. I know it's been longer than usual since I updated. There was a combination of things that got in the way. The worst being a very bad ice storm that passed through my area, causing my small town to lose power for a while. Everything is back to normal now. This is part one of the concert chapter. I hope to write and upload the second half before the weekend.

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Chapter Nine:

When Arya woke that Saturday morning, she looked forward to her day. She was going to go to the House to get some training in and then she had work that night. She would also get to see her brothers perform tonight. She loved the boys' music and, if she was being honest, the crowds also brought in good tips.

Hopping out of bed, and changing into her workout gear, she grabbed her things and she was out the door. She wasn't sure why she was so excited to see Jaqen at the House today, sure, he was a nice guy and she was sure he was a competent trainer, but there was just something about him that made her want to see him again.

When she arrived at the House of Black and White, she didn't see Jaqen immediately so she made her way to the training mats to begin her stretches. While she had some time to kill she took a look around the rest of the House. She noticed that the other members of the House were of varying ages and races. She also noticed that there was only one other woman in the gym. She was busy thinking this over, when Jaqen walked up to her.

"Good morning, Arya Stark." Jaqen said greeting her, "How is a girl today?" "I'm good. How are you?" she countered. "A man is well." he replied. "So, it's back to the treadmill today?" she asked him. "Indeed." he answered.

They made their way over to the row of treadmills and Jaqen programmed Arya's machine for her, then stepped onto the machine to her right and pushed the same settings. "You're running with me?" she questioned, surprised to see him climbing on to the machine. "A man cannot let Arya Stark have all the fun." he told her with a wink. She felt a blush creep onto her cheeks and she quickly turned forward, to look out the window.

"The city really is beautiful." she remarked. It truly was. From their location they could see some of the biggest landmarks in the city. Far to the left, they could see the large tower of the King's Landing Hotel, owned by Cersei Lannister, since the death of her husband, and Arya's father's best friend, Robert Baratheon. She never liked the hotel; it was far too stuck up for her tastes. Looking straight forward she could just make out The Wall, off in the distance. It was one of her favourite places in all of Westeros to visit. She had only been once, but she loved the towering structure. It had been used as a border to their city, hundreds of years before. Now it almost looked like crumbling ruins, but Arya always found beauty in the structure.

"Has a girl returned to work?" Jaqen asked from her right. This pulled her out of her thoughts. "Yes, actually. I've had two shifts this week. I have to go to work tonight too." she informed him. "And a girl is alright?" he asked her, with a look of concern upon his face. "I am actually. I've got some good coworkers who make it better." she answered, actually managing a genuine smile.

"Would Arya Stark tell a man about these coworkers?" Jaqen questioned. "Why?" she asked back. "A man is simply trying to learn more about a girl." he explained. "Oh…okay." she said.

"Well there's really only the two of them." she started, "One's name is Hot Pie. He's gay. Definitely one of the best people you could ever know. He bakes, that's why we call him Hot Pie…actually I don't even know what his real name is." She burst out laughing. She just realized she had known her friend for over a year, and she had absolutely no idea what his name was. Everyone had only ever called him Hot Pie, or even just Pie. Even Baelish called him that.

Once she had stopped laughing, she spoke again. "Then there's Gendry." What could she say about Gendry? Was he her friend? Were they more than that? They certainly weren't dating, but they had spent some nights together, so what did that mean? "Gendry…he's a great guy. He's funny, and loyal to a fault. He'd give you the shirt off his back if you asked. He's really protective of his own too." She smiled as she thought of him. She knew then, they weren't dating, and she's sure they never would. He was just an extension of her family. He was her best friend.

"And a girl loves this boy?" Jaqen asked, his tone sounding strange. If she had to put a feeling on it, Arya would almost say that he sounded upset. But that couldn't be true, they had just met. She dismissed the thought quickly.

"I do." she told him, smiling. He looked away from her then, staring forward. She continued, "He's like another brother to me. He'll always be there for me if I need him. Sure, I could talk to Jon, but sometimes…sometimes I just need a friend."

She noticed that, while he was still looking forward, a smile crept onto his face. This sight brought one to hers as well.

xxxxx

Sansa and Margery had just arrived at the Dorne Shopping Centre and were walking to grab some coffee, when Margery asked Sansa about the tall, dark, stranger from the day before.

"So yesterday was your first session with him. What was it like? Was he mean?" she asked. Sansa couldn't help but roll her eyes. She couldn't understand why everyone would just assume the worst about Sandor. She knew that his appearance gave him an aggressive look, but they seemed to dismiss him without a chance.

"It was a tattoo session. What more do you want me to say?" she asked her friend, as they arrived at the coffee shop. After Margery handed Sansa her drink, she spoke again. "Well I don't know. Just tell me what you talked about."

"Well first we talked about the boys. I never really knew what they were like at work." she told her, "And he didn't have much to say. He told me they don't talk to him. He said that the first time he had ever even spoken to them was to ask about their tattoos." she said. "Although," she continued, starting to giggle, "he did call them idiots during his consultation. That's not surprising at all!" she said. This caused both of the girls to laugh. "Yea, I can understand that." Margery replied.

They walked into a popular young adult clothing store, and stopped at a rack of skinny jeans. "So we're here to get something cute to wear to the show tonight?" Sansa asked. "Obviously! I told you that you needed a girl's night, and tonight is the perfect occasion. There should be a lot of guys at the show, and I wanna make sure that we're the hottest girls there!" Margery told her. "Is there anyone that you're trying to look hot for?" Sansa teased. "NO!" Margery said quickly, as she accidentally knocked a pair of jeans off the rack.

Sansa laughed quietly to herself. She knew that there was in fact someone, but she would let Marg tell her in her own time.

"What about this?" Margery asked, selecting a pink, flowered, romper off a shelf and presenting it to Sansa. "Margery. Are you kidding me? This is a rock concert, at a dive bar. I would stick out like a sore thumb!" she told her friend. "But Sansa!" she whined, "It's so cute!" "Then you buy it." Sansa replied. "Ugh! Fine." Margery responded, turning around and folding the romper, before placing it back on the shelf.

"What about this for you?" Sansa asked, as she pulled a black tee off the rack in front of her. "Sansa, that's just a plain black tee." Margery remarked. "I'm offended you think so little of me." Sansa said, scoffing as she turned the tee around. Margery's eyes widened with delight, for when Sansa turned the shirt around, Margery got a good look at the back. The back had multiple cutouts all over it, and they were cut into the shape of a skull. "Sansa, it's perfect! All I need is a pair of shorts and some fishnets and I'll look amazing." Margery said, clapping her hands together with excitement. Sansa rolled her eyes, and shook her head as she through the shirt across to her friend.

As they kept looking, Margery called Sansa over. "Sansa, what about this?" she said, as she held up an emerald green cocktail dress. "Margery, don't you think that's a little bit formal?" Sansa asked. "It doesn't have to be." Margery responded, "Just wear your leather jacket and boots with it. Come on Sansa! It would look amazing with your hair! At least try it on!" She was practically begging now. "I'll try it on, but I'm not promising anything." Sansa told her, grabbing the dress and heading off towards the fitting rooms.

"So, what do you think?" Sansa asked, exiting the fitting room. Margery's jaw dropped. "Sansa…" is all that Margery managed. "What? Do I look ridiculous?" Sansa asked, as she turned around, to look in the mirror on the front of the fitting room door.

Sansa gasped when she saw herself in the mirror. She looked amazing. The dress ended on her thigh, so her lace garter and gun tattoo were just visible. Her legs looked as if they went on forever. She thought she almost looked beautiful.

"You…you don't think it's too much?" Sansa said to Margery, at barely a whisper. "Sansa…it's perfect. Everyone will be looking at you tonight. And I mean everyone! You look amazing!" she squealed, as she ran up to hug her friend from behind.

Looking at herself once more in the mirror, Sansa thought to herself that tonight was going to be a great night.

xxxxx

When Arya arrived home, after leaving the House, her brothers and the rest of the band were squeezing one last practice in, before the show tonight.

She loved the boys, and Tormund and Sam for that matter, but Theon drove her insane. He was an immature pig, and she didn't understand why her brothers would be friends with him.

She parked her bike in front of the garage, and waited until the boys finished their song before speaking.

"You guys excited for tonight? You haven't play a show for a while, you gonna be able to handle it?" she teased. "I think we've got this handled, baby wolf." Theon answered, "Are your hot sister and her hotter friend gonna be there tonight?" "Hey! You better watch your mouth Theon!" Jon yelled. Robb stepped in between his two guitar players, to attempt to diffuse the tension. Meanwhile, Tormund walked over to Arya.

"I hope you don't mind, but your brothers told me what happened. I just wanted to say, that I'm proud of you for what you're doing." Tormund said to her, as he bumped her with his elbow. She smiled up at the large, red headed man. "Thanks Tormund. I'm glad someone thinks I'm doing the right thing." she told him. "Of course. You're family, Little She Wolf!" he told her, before wrapping his arm around her neck, and messing up her hair. "Tormund! Can you not?!" she exclaimed. He laughed at her as she fixed her hair. "I'm going to shower before work, can you make sure they don't kill each other?" she asked him, walking away. "Anything for my littlest sister!" he yelled to her, as she walked into the house. She simply rolled her eyes.

When she arrived at work that evening, the first thing she noticed was that her employer, Petyr Baelish, was in. She hadn't known he was going to be there tonight. She wasn't going to say that she was excited about it.

"Hey Arya, excited for your brothers' show?" Hot Pie asked. "For the show? Absolutely! To be working during it? Not so much." she said, laughing. Gendry walked up to the pair then, hearing only the end of their conversation. "Milady isn't excited to work with her two best friends this evening? I'm so hurt." he teased, placing his hands over his heart and sniffling once. "Well, I mean, would you want to work with you two?" she told them, turning her back on them. That, apparently, was a poor decision. Hot Pie was quick to grab Arya from behind, and hold her arms down, so that Gendry could tickle her. Their enjoyable moment was quickly broken up by a shout from their boss.

"What do you think you're doing? Get back to work!" Baelish shouted, from the doorway of his office. "Yes Mr. Baelish. My apologies." Arya said quickly. "You're lucky I like your family so much, or this night wouldn't even be happening." Baelish said, eyeing her closely. It was partially true. He had loved Catelyn; he would have done anything for her. But she was gone now. Though, her older daughter did resemble her very closely. He could only hope that this evening, would be a family affair.

xxxxx

"Sansa, what do you think I should do with my hair?" Margery shouted from the bathroom, in her and her brother's apartment. "Just stick it in a cute messy bun. That's always a great go to." Sansa replied. "Good idea. Thanks Sans!" Margery shouted.

Sansa shook her head and smiled, looking back to the mirrored vanity in Margery's bedroom. She was just finishing the wings on her eyeliner, when Margery walked back into the room. "What colour lip were you thinking?" Margery asked her. "I'm not sure, what do you think?" Sansa retorted. "Black or red. Your call." Margery said. Sansa looked back to the mirror, before deciding on the black lipstick. She thought it was the perfect thing to bring her bold look together.

"So, what do you think?" Sansa asked Margery, as she finished pushing the sleeves on her black leather jacket up. "Sansa! You're the sexiest thing I've ever seen! Everyone won't be able to take their eyes off you tonight." Margery squealed. Sansa looked at herself in the full length mirror Margery had on the back of her door. She barely recognized herself. She usually wore her long, auburn hair, down in curls, but decided that braiding one side to her head and teasing the other, would be a good, rebellious look for the show.

"Are you ready to go?" Sansa asked her friend, as she slipped on her black pumps. She had originally planned to wear boots, but she changed her mind last minute. She thought they would look better with her dress. "Ready as I'll ever be." Margery answered. With that, they were out the door and climbing into Margery's SUV, and on their way to a night full of surprises.