My version of Game of Thrones season 8

Episode 2: The Calm Part 3 (FINAL)

Arya

"You hit it how many times?" that familiar voice halted her steps and immediately changed her demeanor as she continued approaching the top of the battlements. "Once with a rock in the jaw, and three times with your fucking hammer!" that same crude voice made Arya lose her breath as they were both here and they were somehow both alive. She cooled herself and calmed her breathing, changing back into her calm and collective demeanor as she continued ascending the steps. Once she reached the top she saw the three of them. Gendry, Sandor, and Beric. "There's no way it was still moving after you hit it hard three times," Gendry laughed. "Three times and your hammer didn't do shit, the cunt just kept on coming," Sandor laughed. "Did you ever get him?" Gendry asked. "I just told you are you fucking listening to word I say?" Sandor said smacking him on the head. Not hard enough that it hurt but hard enough that it knocked Gendry right of the box he was sitting on.

When he lifted his head to get up he looked behind and noticed her. "Arya?" Arya gave him a slight grin. "Hello Gendry," Gendry gave her a nod with a smile and silently gave her an invitation to sit which she took. "You remember how we last saw each other?" Sandor asked. "You left me to die." "First I robbed you." Sandor gave let out a small laugh at this offered her some wine which she accepted, drinking it all. Once she was done she handed it back to him, while Beric and Gendry looked completely shocked Sandor seemed to not care at all. "Normally when you're offered to drink from somebody else's wine you take a sip," Sandor said filling his wineskin back up. "It's not like you're going to do anything about it," Arya responded raising an eyebrow like a challenge. Sandor smiled and raised his bottle before taking another sip. Arya turned back to Gendry now, "Why are you talking to the man who sold you to a witch?" Gendry looked back at Beric clearly questioning it himself. "It doesn't really matter anymore, we'll probably be dead by the end of the night anyways." he responded. "I heard you're going to be a part of the team to go kill the White Walkers," he said. "I am," she responded hoping he'd elaborate. "Are you sure I mean, I know you know how to use a sword but these things are death believe me it's not easy like tapping Hot Pie with Needle," Gendry blurted out quickly and with great concern. "I know death, there's many faces to him, and I look forward to seeing this one," she said. "I'll see you later Gendry," she rose to her feet and began walking off without looking back. Gendry looked to Sandor with questioning eyes. "What are you waiting for, permission? Go fuck her!" Sandor said immediately taking a huge swig of wine after he said that. Gendry then sprinted off to find her. "You don't approve," Beric finally said something. "You can speak?" Sandor replied sarcastically. He took a deep breath before saying anything further "No but it's not my place to say that I'm not her father. Besides if we're about to die then it doesn't really matter who she chooses to lay with." Beric gave a quick smirk. "Well we'll be on our way to fight the White Walkers soon, let's hope they don't take to long."

Tyrion

The sun finally began to settle upon the horizon making the sky a orange, blue, and red mixture. It was beautiful, truly beautiful. The last beautiful thing he would probably ever see and he wasn't even outside to observe it. No, he chose to remain inside on this beautiful evening and spend his time drinking all the wine left in the world and drowning in deep conversation with his brother. "Who was that one whore? What was her name, I remember she was the first one to actually throw me out of the brothel." Tyrion said. He was so drunk at this point he wasn't even entirely sure if this was actually someone real or some memory conjured up in his head. "I think her name was Bloodrayne," Jaime answered. He needed to keep a sober head seeing as he was to be fighting in this war but Tyrion would be hiding within the castle walls. "What was it for again?" Tyrion asked. "Why are you asking me? You're the one who got thrown out," Jaime asked. "Because I was probably very drunk and did something stupid," Tyrion slurred. "You seem to do a lot of stupid things when you're sober," Jaime commented. Tyrion had told him how much he had been failing Daenerys lately. "That's not very kind of you Ser," Tyrion slurred once again.