Gendrya

My Pack

Arya followed Yoren around wherever he went, unless told otherwise. He explained that she did needed to hide her identity, that from now on, she was Ana, Yoren's bastard daughter. They were going to the wall, but Yoren would take Arya to her family in Winterfell first. They set out as soon as they could. 

Arya walked behind Yoren, who was near the end of the group. The fat boy came up beside Arya.

"Look," he said, getting her attention. "I think we got off on the wrong foot. I'm Hot Pie."

"Ana," Arya said unenthusiastically. 

"Oh," he pretended to sound interested. "Thats a pretty name. How old are you?"

"One and seven."

"Thats nice. I'm only one and five. Where are you from?"

"I think she wants you to leave her alone," someone said from behind Arya. She spun around. A black haired boy towered over the two of them. Arya recognized those eyes. Robert Baratheon's eyes. She knew who this boy was. 

"I was just gettin' to know her," Hot Pie explained. "That's all."

The black haired boy raised his eyebrows and Hot Pie turned and left. 

Arya stared at the boy. "I'm Gendry."

"Is that so?" she mocked and turned around to walk away, desperately trying to disassociate from Robert Baratheon's bastard. Gendry ran to her side and walked with her. 

"I think he fancies you."

Arya said nothing. 

"Ana, was it?"

Nothing. Surely people had suspected Gendry of being Robert Baratheon's seed. Joffrey would have him killed. Arya wanted no part. 

"Not a morning person?"

Arya stopped walking and faced him. "I didn't want to talk to Hot Pie," she said. "What makes you think I want to talk to you?"

Gendry opened his mouth to speak but Arya was already walking away. She sighed in relief when no one was looking at her. 

The men were skeptical at first about a girl traveling with them, but shut up when Yoren revealed her parentage. After day 1, no one complained about her. 

When they reached camp, Yoren instructed Arya to get out the cooking supplies. 

"Why can't I hunt?" she asked. 

Yoren and a few men chuckled, "You couldn't hurt a fly, my dear."

Arya glared at Yoren and angrily gathered the dinner tools. She started a fire and saw Hot Pie and Gendry gathering sticks. They brought them over. 

"Thank you," she said, taking the sticks from their hands and putting them in the fire. She posted a metal rod up with two sticks making 'x's on each side. 

The boys sat down on the opposite side of the fire. 

"Why do you want to hunt with them, Ana?" Hot Pie asked. Gendry and Hot Pie were the youngest, so Yoren left them behind from their hunting trip. 

"Because I know how," she said, sharpening a knife on a rock. 

"Where did you learn?"

"My brothers," she looked up at them. Gendry looked lost in his thoughts, with his eyes on Arya's breasts. Arya cleared her throat and Hot Pie laughed. Gendry looked up at Arya, who was looking at him. 

"Sorry," he said frantically.  

"You're mental," Hot Pie laughed. Arya smiled a bit too. 

Gendry tried to change the subject. He pointed to the sword at Arya's hip. "What's that?"

Arya unsheathed it. "Needle. My brother made it for me."

"You didn't steal it?" Hot Pie asked, trying to touch it. Arya put Needle back before the fat boy could get his grubby fingers all over it. 

"Of course not," she said violently. "I'm no thief."

"I thought all bastards were thieves," Hot Pie said, stupidly. 

"I'm not-" and she stopped herself. She wasn't Arya Stark anymore. She was Ana. The bastard. 

"Not all bastards are thieves," Gendry said quietly. Arya looked at him deeply. He reminded her of Jon. Arya missed Jon. She would give anything for him to mess up her hair just one more time. 

"What's wrong, Ana?" Hot Pie asked. Arya realized the water swelling in her eyes. 

"What?" she shook her head. "Nothing."

She made quick eye contact with Gendry, who smiled a sad half-smile at her. She smiled too. These are my people now, she thought. This is my pack.