The Finding of Lya Stark

Jaime

A/N: Jaime's POV, I'm taking your advice DarcyRossetti24. :) Enjoy everyone.

I was a little shocked when Arya listened to Lya. She tended to argue all the time. I was grateful when she sent the guards away. Who was going to attack us out here that we couldn't deal with? I notice she has her sword strapped to her hip, and she draws it out. "Hi?" I say uncertainly.

"Let's spar," she says. 

"We can't hit each other with our sharpened blades."

"Maybe it'll give us more ambition," she mutters but she takes the stick I give her with a raised eyebrow. "We need to talk," she says raising the stick in front of her. I hold the stick in my left hand. "This is so distracting," she lowers her stick and grabs the golden hand that was still stuck between my arm and my body. I don't say a word waiting for her to throw it off into the woods somewhere. But she tosses it towards Arya's tree. 

"Thank you," I turn back towards her. I raise my stick.

"We need to spar more," she says making the first move. Her skills are a lot better than mine at the moment especially and she knocks the stick out of my hand five times before either of us talk. "What happened to the tree?" she asks as I retrieve my stick. 

"Arya was mad."

She snorted, "that's probably a better idea than keeping it inside." I manage to hold the stick a little longer but as I go to pick it up again she speaks again. "What was wrong with her?"

"Something about a boy," the stick practically jumps itself out of my hand and I'm starting to sweat profusely. "How- how was your journey so far?"

"It was... I missed you," she says quietly and for once I manage to attack hitting the stick out of her hand. She doesn't get it just stares at a spot on the ground. "I am so sorry, I was being stupid. You were trying to make your father happy, and that's important for now." I move towards her dropping my own stick and caressing her face.

"I won't wear the stupid thing unless I absolutely have to," I say. "Are you sure that was the only... I mean are you OK?" 

"Yes," she leans into my hand. "I feel so much better just being near you," I lean down and capture her lips with my own. Her hands come up around my neck pulling us closer together. 

Both of us freeze hearing a stick break. "You're so sweet together," a voice comes from that direction. My grip on her face tightens a little. I pull back and she draws her sword. I follow suit very clumsily, and just as I bend over to pick up my sword an arrow flies over my head. 

Before either of us react, there's growling and screams. I pick up my sword and stand uncertain if we should run or not. Usually I am so certain about everything but this was entirely new. A huge beast jumps out of the bushes and I stumble back tripping my eyes wide. Lya runs forward and embraces it. Another one comes out and I stand looking at them closer. "These are your direwolves?" I ask with wonder in my voice. 

"Good girl," she coos at them moving to the other one. "They tried to help me back when your father's men took me. They must have tracked us down. Let me go get Sansa and Arya. You stay here," I almost protest but don't dare. Not after whatever had happened earlier blew over. The Direwolves get comfortable and I look at them uneasily. 

I decide to check out the commotion. I take a couple steps into the trees and see there's five bodies, terribly mauled on the ground. I look back at the direwolves, who look fake at this point and swallow hard. I remember when they had been small, now they were huge. "Ser Jaime!" I hear. I walk back towards the clearing in time to see Shae come in Sansa behind her. Sansa looks absolutely miserable. Apparently it was running in the family today. Hopefully she would get over it like the other two seemed to have.

She looks over Shae's shoulder who looks horrified. One of them, Sansa's I presume stands as Sansa starts towards her shock on her face. Shae tries to stop her but Sansa pulls away and embraces the direwolf. She starts to sob. Shae looks confused. "Sansa what's wrong?" I ask getting closer. She sobs into her pets chest. 

"Nymeria!" Arya shouts and runs forward. 

"What happened?" Lya asks looking at me like it's my fault. I put my hands up in defense. 

"I think she's pregnant," Shae says. I open my mouth but shut it. "I've been trying to tell you that, but I didn't know how," I look around and see Arya's staring at Lya waiting for her reaction. 

She pretends like it wasn't said, "they can't travel with us until we get further North," she says. "Everyone else is ready to go, we should head out," she goes to Sansa and puts a hand on her shoulder. Slowly everyone heads back towards camp, Lya and I the last in line. Everyone's ready to go, so I find my horse and then go back to find Lya. 

Neither of us talk as the journey restarts. "What are you going to do?"

"I wasn't going to ask her about it in front of everyone. Do you know how bad this is?" I don't need to answer. We slowly get comfortable in each other's presence again. 

We stop for the night well after dark with the plans to get up early in the morning. We needed to get to Winterfell, well before the snows started and there was a lot to do. Letters had poured in that people would meet us on our way so they could swear fealty to us. I was a little surprised with them knowing we had been married that they were going to come so easily. I leave my horse with the stable master, and then go look for Lya.

"Have you seen Lya?" I ask Felicity outside our tent. 

"She's talking to Arya."

"OK, thank you," I go inside and stop seeing Sansa sitting there crying. "A-are you OK?" I ask her shocked. She gets up and hugs me. It takes me forever before I hug her back I don't know what I'm supposed to do.

"I think she's right," Sansa says into my chest her tears soaking into my shirt. 

"Who's right?"

"Shae," her hold on me tightens. "I think I'm pregnant." 

A/N: So, I don't know if I did a good job or not with Jaime's voice. It felt kind of awkward at first writing from his point of view, but hopefully you all like it!