Title: That Darn Cat

Rating: T

Summary: Jon returns home one morning to find his cat being chased by his new red headed neighbor. Modern day AU. Prompt from Waylowhalo

Disclaimer: I wish I could own Game of Thrones but I am not that lucky.

Jon Targaryen was returning home from his Night Watch job at The Wall. It was the local prison in the small town of Kingscross. He was recently promoted to a command position and the extra hours where taking a toll on him.

He was looking forward to being home and sleeping for the rest of the day. He had gotten little sleep the day before because his new neighbor had been moving in. As irritated as he was he really couldn't blame the movers as the walls where thin. They didn't know he worked at night and slept most of the day. He needed a new job. This one was sure to kill him.

He had caught a glimpse of his new neighbor entering next door of their joined townhouse on his way out to work last night. Her red hair stuck out more than anything. He just hoped she was more quiet then his last neighbor.

When he pulled up outside of the townhouse and saw the scene in front of him he really shouldn't have been that surprised. His cat, Ghost, had so how managed to escape again and seemed to be causing havoc on the new neighbor. Ghost was a fluffy, pure white Maine Coon with red eyes. Ghost has always been mischievous, adventurous and a born trouble maker with interesting ways of getting people's attention.

Jon was surprised however to see his new red headed neighbor chasing Ghost in their shared front yard. It was diffidently an interesting sight watching the red head running and yelling out at his cat. He had to stop himself from laughing when he saw what his cat held in his mouth.

"Give me my bra," he heard the girl yell. He supposed he should help out and face the fact his cat stole yet another under garment from one of his neighbors. Jon didn't understand his cat's fascination with underwear.

"Ghost," Jon called getting out of his car, "come here!" the girl turned to around to face him. He saw that she must have been hanging up her laundry outside to dry since their shared dryer was not fixed yet. That was why it was so easy for his pain in the ass cat to get a hold of her clothes.

Ghost looked up toward his before taking off into the next yard and around the corner with his stolen trophy still in his mouth. Jon cursed under his breath.

"Ghost," Jon called again before sighing, "I have to apologize. I would claim him not to be mine but I'm kinda attached to him."

"I see," the girl laughed and after a moment Jon joined her relived she didn't seem overly upset.

"I'll replace anything he's damaged," he told her smiling.

"You're going to buy me underwear?" She asked was a raised eyebrow trying to hold in the laughter at his expression.

"I…" Jon stumbled over a response while a blush crossed his face.

"I know what you meant," the girl laughed, "My name is Sansa Stark. I just moved in." She held her hand out.

"Jon Targaryen," he said taking her hand, "and you met Ghost."

"I did indeed," Sansa replied, "does he do that often?"

"What? Steal underwear." He laughed, "More times then I care to mention. He escapes and is always bringing home the strangest pieces of clothing."

"I'll have to keep a better hold on mine then," Sansa said shaking her head.

"I'll make sure the dryer gets fixed today," Jon told her, "or a new one installed. Winter is coming after all."

"My father always says that," Sansa laughed.

"He must be wise then," Jon told her smiling.

"Targaryen," a voice called from the next year over. Jon and Sansa both looked over to see a tall man with scars on one side of his face holding out a wet bra. "Your bloody cat left this by my door."

"Thank you Clegane," Jon said laughing as Sansa's face turned almost as red as her hair.