Im no Martin, I just play with his characters- in a safe, non-Ramsay way that is. Enjoy!

He was surprisingly hard to find. During the rebuilding, people barely noticed him. Jeyne could not figure what was worse- constant scorn as a turn cloak, or no acknowledgement at all. She found him curled up underneath the Heart tree, his silver head slumped against his chest, his hands curled up defensively around him. Jeyne didn't touch him immediately, but stood back and looked at him. A shiver went through her. She meant what she said- as a child, she watched from the parapets as the cocky, chestnut haired youth bested all of the other boys at archery in the practice yard. His easy smile, his occasional winks to her which made her redden and move back from the edge. His hair had started to regrow and regain some color, as he started to gain some much needed weight. Theon had finally allowed her to sit with him at meals, ashamed of his makeshift teeth. A traveling Maester, known as the Tooth Drawer, had fashioned him replacements for his missing teeth, allowing him to eat solid foods. His smile would never be as it had been, but the gaps filled with other men's teeth and gold replacement at least allowed him to eat.

Jeyne knew what he did- but she didn't have it in her to judge. When she had been trapped with her…husband…he was the only one who had tried to be kind to her. When he had been forced to pleasure her, she could close her eyes tight and pretend it was that boy she had admired.

She reached out to him, stroking his hair.

"Theon…" she whispered. His eyes snapped open, wildly looking around until they fixed on her and they squeezed shut again.

"Theon…yes that is my name", he looked up at her, and she smiled at him gently.

"It is good to know your name." Her hand dropped to his tattered clothes, still the same he had worn after the wedding, during the battle and ever since. They were dropping off of him.

She smiled and he relaxed slightly at her touch, exhaling.

"It is time." He was confused, but took her outstretched hands and followed her into the bathhouse, having to go through the Keep.

"Where are you taking me?" Theon asked, with a small lilt of panic going through his voice. Jeyne did not answer, only gently squeezed his hand.

He stopped at the stone doorway, his breath steaming in the cold air.

"NO!" he shouted at her, but did not attempt to move.

"It is just you and I. You have seen all of me. Let me take care of you." She responded gently.

Theon didn't argue. He was petrified. Could not move. She couldn't see him without these clothes…not her. He inhaled sharply with fear as she approached him with a dagger.

"Shut your eyes." And he did.

Jeyne went to work on his clothing. They almost melted away under the touch of the sharpened blade. She smiled- she knew he would never let her take them off of him, and this way he cant put them BACK on afterwards. She started with the laces of his tunic. Still unbelievably skinny, the laces split and it fell to the floor, followed by his doublet. The stench was great, but she almost didn't notice it anymore. When she reached his under tunic, she pulled it over his head, and he stretched out his arms to do so. His pale skin came into view, and she would've gasped if he hadn't been able to hear her.

His torso was dotted with scars- burns and indentations where the skin had been peeled away. A nipple was missing. He had gained a little bit of muscle in the last few months, but was nearly skeletal. She rubbed the dirt streaked skin gently with her hands, and he kept his eyes downcast, looking at the floor.

"Shut your eyes" she said again, noticing the way his breathing became labored when he saw the knife. He squeezed them shut again.

She cut through his belt, little more than a rope, and prepared herself for whatever mauling had been done to him underneath his britches.

A drop landed on her hand, and she saw he was crying now, whimpering barely audible in the back of his throat.

'My father was lucky…a quick death.' She thought to herself.

"Shhhh", she said to him, touching his face gently. As she pulled his britches down, she took a deep breath. What had once been a handsome man was now a pale slip of a person in front of her, scared of his own shadow.

Jeyne gasped. He cried harder, his eyes still shut.

"My Lady, please let me turn around. I have no…they took my…please!" he pleaded pitifully, turning his back on her. She started crying seeing the whipping scars that ran up and down his back.

"Theon…please open your eyes. Look at yourself. No one is going to interrupt us here." Long moments passed, Theon reached out to the stone wall, steadying himself.

"Jeyne- I cannot"

"Just look." She saw his head drop and a guttural wail filled the room. His shoulders shook with sobs. Jeyne stood back, unsure what to do.

"He told me…they had…they showed it to me!"

"They lied. I think it was another game." Jeyne kept her face still, but the tears ran down her cheeks, as he turned towards her. His manhood was unscathed…a few burn scars on the area surrounding it, on his thighs. One kneecap misshapen; the improper healing of a crushing blow.

"You never looked for yourself?"

"I did not dare."

Jeyne didn't say anything further. She quickly undressed herself. She was not embarrassed- he had seen ALL of her already. Besides he needed her to help him, and on some level, she needed him. She won't ever forget her maidenhead being taken the night of her wedding, roughly, by her lord. And a candlestick. And a club. And anything else he found suitable lying around the bed chamber. She unconsciously squeezed her legs together at the memory.

Theon watched her, stunned. He did not understand why she wanted to help him. He was a betraying swine. Or he had been. Before he had been no one. He watched her dress slip to the floor, the smooth pale skin of her shoulders. A memory came unbidden- She must've been 8- he was 13. They had all been swinging from the hayloft in the stables onto a huge pile of rags and hay below. Theon remembered the feeling of soaring, flying through the air. She was giggling next to him as he emerged, his head covered in straw. They locked eyes and she kissed him on the cheek, before grabbing Sansa's hand and running away. He wiped his hand against his cheek, rolling his eyes and getting up, brushing the dust from his clothes.

Now Jeyne was to her small clothes, and as her shift slipped down her form, Theon winced to himself seeing the scars of bite marks on her torso and breasts, some more faded than others. He felt a slight stirring, but kept it at bay. The last thing she needed was him, erect and coming at her. He had seen her naked before, but never got to appreciate it. It had been presented as dangerous and ugly, and this woman was anything but. Not a great beauty, but her breasts were full and swaying, the hair between her legs the same chestnut brown as the waves about her shoulders, and her face was pretty and kind. And she tolerated him. He felt a spike of guilt from the other Theon, having bitten into Kara's soft flesh and leaving her sobbing outside the gates of Winterfell.

Jeyne grabbed his hand again, leading him towards the steaming pools. She had prepared Theon saw- a washcloth, jar of soap. A few empty oil viles were laying next to the edge, and he smelled mint and nettles.

She pulled him after her into the pool, and as his feet started down the steps, he winced at the heat. Theon decided it was a good pain. Right away he could see the dirt clouding from his legs into the water. Jeyne did not say anything, just pushed him gently to sit on one of the underwater edges, the water swirling above his shoulders now. He exhaled. She walked to the other side of the pool, sitting herself on the little ledge, allowing the water around her, inside of her, cleaning her. Jeyne watched him exhaling, letting his head drop back.

Theon let the water take him…if he only had the courage, he would let himself slide down the side of the pool under the water and end it for himself. He felt a hand on his arm, pulling him up. He weighed himself down to sit on the ledge as she grabbed the washcloth and the soap, scrubbing gently at his shoulders and his back, then letting the water drip from the cloth onto his hair. She stood half out of the water, Theon NOT unaware of her breasts at his eye level. She did not seem to mind, probably didn't see him as anything vaguely sexual, he thought. Still her fingers spreading soap onto his scalp was as good as any sex he'd ever had in the other life. She'd started to hum, a dainty feminine tune. He closed his eyes, occasionally feeling her breast graze his cheek or shoulder as she washed every part of him. He opened them, seeing her smiling face as she told him to go under the water, which he did, the hot water stinging his face deliciously as he felt it surge through his re-growing hair and lifting the now-dirty soap into its swirling depths.

She continued, cleaning his ears, his face, massaging his shoulders. He still had broad shoulders, she noted to himself. He will be well…hopefully better with some time and care. She washed every part of him- the cloth soaped onto his torso, underneath his arms, washing the scars of where his fingers had once been with the same care.

"Stand up" she requested. He did, not as afraid as before now he knew he wasn't a gelding. Her eyes searched his form, but only with kindness. She washed his nether regions, not surprised or put-off by his now-aroused state. She washed it clinically, all the while continuing her humming. Jeyne sat him on the ledge of the pool, massaging his legs and washing his feet. She didn't react to the fact that she was now standing in cloudy water, her pale skin being touched by his filth. She simply walked out of the pool, before pulling him up by his hands.

He had been reborn- that was it. The Gods had heard his pleas in that dungeon and granted him a new life. Reek was dead in a marsh somewhere, and this Theon had been granted a heart in this lifetime.

Jeyne came back to him from the fireplace, wrapping a clean robe over him. She took him over to the flames, setting him down on the furs to dry. She was still humming and he turned to look at her swaying hips get into an adjacent, clean pool and soap and lather herself. She smiled up at the ceiling, at the beautiful artwork carved into the ceiling. Theon inhaled at her beauty, her hair floating about her, making her look like the mermaid on his mother's banners. He smiled to himself, still careful not to show his teeth, even though he had "new" ones. He ran his tongue along the wires, still not totally familiar with the devices the Gypsy had put in. He did not care- he could chew meat again.

Her humming was louder and she came to sit next to him, on the furs. He wrapped her in his robe, and she leaned against him as naked as her name day. She seemed at peace then. New Theon admired the resilience of women quite a bit. Although he knew about her nightmares, as she would wake up screaming and he would jump up from the floor he chose for himself at her bedside, slipping into the covers with her and soothing her back to sleep. She was as patient as a septa, knowing how he must've smelled.

Jeyne laid her head against his now clean-shoulder, his robe and arm draped about her, pressing her close. She inhaled the scent of him- HIS scent, masculine and clean, the smoky wood-burned smell of the fireplace, the slightly musty smell of the robe and furs. She closed her eyes, letting the heat of the fire sear her dry. They let the robe slip from their shoulders, their hair starting to dry. She lay down then, and he lay down behind her, and she jumped a little- habit from being entered in every which way a man could enter a woman. She relaxed then as he moved behind her, his arm about her. Neither of them had a place in the world- vestiges of a world that didn't exist anymore. But no one had ordered them to leave, so Lady Sansa must still have a fondness for her childhood friend and her "pet".

Theon was aware of his arousal, but he had suppressed that part of him for so long, discovering he still HAD a cock was pleasure in itself. He never had looked. He remembered when Ramsay had cut his abdomen and held up a bloody, pulpy mess. Ramsay told him not to dare touch anything, or he would be punished even worse. He could not imagine worse- and had never cried so much in his life. Afterwards in his cell, he thought briefly of the girl on the boat whom he had impregnated. At least one of me will go on- bastard or no.

Jeyne turned onto her back to look at him, and for the first time she saw the corners of his mouth turn in a small smile.

"Thank you", he said to her. She nodded, touching his face, and looking into his blue eyes which seemed endless and huge. He would always be wild. Theon kissed her on the cheek, and layed down on chest, his stubble rubbing against her bare breasts. He grabbed her hands, entwining them with his own and she kissed him on the top of the head as they both stared into the roaring fire.