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Tyrion Lannister

"I hate the fucking the North." Pulling his brown cloak tighter around his shoulders as best he could with one hand Tyrion steered his horse through the trees with his other. He knew he should have pushed for the wheelhouse back in White Harbor. They could have brought more gold, more, more food and drink. He had no problem roughing it when needed, but they had the coffers of Westerlands at their disposable.

They were sleeping on the ground, and eating dried meats with nothing but freezing water to wash it down for no other reason than his brother not wanting to draw attention.

It wasn't like he was asking for a contingent of men flying the Lannister House banner, hell's, he wasn't even wearing the damn lion. All he wanted was a wheelhouse to sleep in or even just a wagon. Farmers had wagons! As long as it wasn't too flashy no one but bandits would pay them any more attention than the other travelers on the Kings Road. Jaime could take care of the bandits and none of them would have to freeze their asses off at night sleeping on the snow-covered ground.

"Davos is a lucky bastard." Tyrion thought as he stared at the black and red cloaks riding in front of him. The onion knight had been called back to Dragonstone by Lord Stannis before they could leave White Harbor and begin their search for Jon Snow. He hadn't minded leaving the smuggler behind even if the man was the best company out of his three fellow time travelers. Jaime still hated him for killing their father and the Red priestess...well everyone was wary of her and she wasn't much of a talker. But that was then, and this was now.

And now they weren't in Winterfell enjoying the Stark's hospitality like he thought they would be.

"Seven hell's," He bit out harshly as he brought an arm up and pushed aside another snow and thorn-covered branch as his horse continued through the forest.

No, instead of doing the reasonable thing and riding for Winterfell, Jaime had decided to follow the red priestess.

"In the flames, I saw a wolf chasing a bear." She had said and Jaime, showing he wasn't just a pretty face deduced that if Jon was going to each house in the North if the small folk's words were true he would be visiting Bear Island as well.

"He might have gone to Bear Island first for all we know," Tyrion muttered to himself but the wind must have caught his words and carried them to his brother because Jaime looked over his shoulder.

"Well, brother, you may travel to Winterfell if you wish," Jaime smirked. "I'm sure they will welcome a Lannister with open arms and a warm meal."

"Lord Stark would more than likely take my head."

If Eddard Stark knew of what transpired in the future, and it was a safe gamble that he did if he was sending Jon to each of the Houses of the North, the man would not be happy to see any Lannister.

"The frigid outdoors it is." Tyrion could do with his ears freezing as long as they were still attached to the rest of his body.

Arya Stark

"Keep my bow arm relaxed. Even breaths. Aim." Arya released her arrow and grinned as it sunk into the target she carved into a tree with a stolen kitchen knife. The arrow was stuck inches from the bulls-eye but it was the closest she had hit since Jon started teaching her before he left.

"Jon." Her fingers tightened around the bow in her hands until her knuckles turned white as she thought about her brother. Gods she missed him.

Ever since fa-Lord Stark had sent him away she had been alone. Winterfell felt empty without him. No one gave her rides on their shoulders, Robb wouldn't teach her how to wield a dagger or shoot a bow. Too afraid of their mother who spent her time bad mouthing Jon. And all because he wasn't her son. Who cared?

She didn't.

Jon was the best sibling she had and he was gone. Maybe forever. The North was a dangerous place. Mountain lions roamed the forest, bandits scoured the roads and the cold was enough to kill a man if nothing else got him first.

And her brother was out there. Alone. Because fa-Lord Stark sent him in Robb's place. She didn't want Robb to die, or be in danger. He was her brother to and she loved him but everyone seemed to forget that Jon was their brother too. Well, everyone except mo-Lady Stark and Sansa who never saw him as anything other than a bastard.

Robb thought Jon was listening to mothers stories about southron bastards and thought Jon was going to kill him and take Winterfell. Now that his father straightened that out he was spending more time with Theon. She knew what they were doing when they went to Wintertown. After enough hours spent listening to the servant's gossip, she knew all there was to know about the whore houses.

Rickon was too young to understand what was going on and all Bran did was climb the walls.

Then there was Sansa.

"Arya! What are you doing? Put that down!"

Speak of the stranger. Gritting her teeth she turned around.

"Sansa, Jeyne." She greeted politely.

If Sansa told Lady Stark about her secret training spot she'd never get her hands on another bow. Playing nice was her only option.

"Even if I want to shoot them both in the ass."

"Are you trying to be a boy?" Jeyne asked giggling. "It makes sense. You'd make a pretty boy, horse face."

Sansa joined in her high pitched tinkling laugh was like screeching to Arya's ears.

She glared at her sister as her eyes stung with tears she refused to let fall. She wouldn't cry. Not for Sansa or stupid Jeyne.

"Jon wouldn't let people call me names." The one time a stable boy who she knew was friends with Jon had called her horse face Jon beat him bloody. "I need to find Jon."

Running past Sansa she purposefully knocked into her sister sending her tumbling to the ground.

"Ah!" Sansa shouted as her blue dress was muddied. "Arya!"

Smirking Arya laughed as she kept running. Once she got back to the castle she would start packing. It would take a few days to steal what she needed from the kitchen and to find out where Jon was but that was it. She wouldn't stay in Winterfell a second longer.

As she ran Jeyne shouted something at her back. Arya couldn't understand what was said but her sister's friend sounded mad so she yelled back.

"Go play with another stable boy...whore!" She looked over her shoulder and saw both girls eyes get really wide as they stared at her. "Ha, serves Jeyne right."

The girl was always mean to her. She deserved those words.

"I'm telling mother you said that!" Sansa shouted and Arya snorted. Like she cared. "And that you practicing with a bow instead of in class!"

Biting her tongue Arya swiped at her eyes with her sleeve. Of course, Sansa would tell mo-Lady Stark. She always chose her friends over her sister. "This is why I need to find Jon."

She was living in a castle full of family and it felt like the only person who cared about her was a thousand leagues away.

Ned Stark

"Lions in the North." Ned crumpled the slip of parchment Maester Luwin had delivered and threw it into the fire in his solar. Why were Lannisters in the North?

Gregor Forrester could have been mistaken but Ned doubted that was true. If the Lord of Ironrath said he saw Jaime and Tyrion Lannister heading for the coast to Bear Island then Ned believed him. A member of the Kingsguard and dwarf would not be mistaken for other.

"Did Jon send them a message?" He didn't think his son would be foolish enough to do such a thing but what other reason could there be for Lions to venture into the den of wolves? Unless...?

"Jory!" He called and the door opened immediately.

"Yes, my lord?"

"Send word for Tormund, I would like to speak with him."

Jory nodded accepting the order and left the room as quickly as he came in.

Ned sat down at his desk and folded his hands underneath his chin. Tormund had said that he was in the room when Melisandre, the Red priestess who brought Jon back once attempted to do it a second time. The ritual didn't work and Jon stayed dead, but when the man went to sleep that night he woke up not in Winterfell, but North of the Wall. Surrounded by men he watched die trying to get south.

If Tormund who was in the room was sent back as well as Jon then it was possible anyone who was there was back as well.

"Tyrion Lannister was Jon's Hand after Daenery's death. And Jaime was the commander of their forces when Jon wasn't present." Ned frowned. It was reasonable to assume those two men would be present when the Priestess tried to resurrect their King.

It would explain their presence in the North. They were looking for Jon.

But for what purpose? To aid him in creating a better future? Or to kill him?

Jon had made it clear that despite everything that had happened he trusted Tyrion and Jaime to protect the North and the rest of the Realm if he had ever fallen in battle. But that was then, and this was now.

And now the Lannisters had a chance to save their family. All of Jaime's children, Tywin, Cersei, and any Lannister man that died during the War of the Five Kings.

He and Jon were trying to protect the North, their family and to do that, lions would have to be slain.

The question was whether Tyrion and Jaime Lannisters loyalty to Jon outweighed their loyalty to their House. And Ned was sure he wouldn't like the answer to that question.

Jon Snow

"The old bear better be grateful for this."

Huddling in the stable next to his horse Jon pulled his cloak tighter around his body trying to stave off the harsh winds outside. He had landed back on Westeros just hours before the storm hit. Luck had been with him as he found an old trader and ship captain who was heading to Bear Island but only for a few hours and would let him buy passage on his vessel.

"Big storm coming boy. It'll tear a ship at sea apart in seconds." The captain of the ship had predicted early that morning.

None of the man's crew wanted to be away from their families for the duration of the storm and they had spent no more than a few hours docked at Bear claw harbor before departing again.

Their departure couldn't have been timed better. The ship had been preparing to leave right as he arrived after convincing Lady Mormont that the warriors of Bear Island would be more helpful in the gift and on the Wall. It wasn't hard. With Jeor in command of the Night's Watch and the promise that they did not have to take the black many men and women were happy to head North serve under the old bear's command.

Now, he was back on Westeros and only had to wait out the storm before heading back to Winterfell. After months being away from his family, he was counting the seconds until his return. If only just to make sure they were all alive and in good health.

"The last time I left Winterfell, I lost almost everything."

"Jon!"

He could still hear Rickon shouting for him as Ramsay Bolton's grew closer and closer with each shot.

"Jon!"

From between the boards of the stable gate, he could see a small figure running towards him. Nothing but a shadow in the rain.

"Jon!"

Closing his eyes he looked away. The nightmares of Rickon's death were enough for him. He didn't need his mind playing tricks on him while he was awake.

"Jon Snow! Open the damn gate, bastard!"

Jon's eyes snapped open. The voice was closer and it wasn't Rickons.

"Tyrion?" Kicking his cloak off he jumped up and unlatched the gate letting it swing open as the small figure got closer. And now that he was paying attention he could see a second shadow. Nearly three times the size of the first.
"Jaime?"

What in the seven hell's were the Lannister brothers doing so far North?

"Dammit, bastard," Tyrion walked straight past Jon. "It's cold as the Wall out there. And we find you in a stable of all places. After everything we've been through to find you."

"He ran out of wine weeks ago," Jaime said pulling the gate to the stable closed behind him. Removing his cloak he smirked at the dumbfounded look on Jon's face. "You shouldn't let your jaw hang like that. People won't respect a king who looks like a fool."

"You're back as well?" It was all Jon could say. The thousand and one thoughts running through his mind were to fast to put into words. So he stared at the two blonde men who despite their difference in size looked remarkably similar as the smirked at him.

"We have a lot to discuss, King in the North," Tyrion said and dipped his head before turning around and rummaging through Jon's sack. "But first, I need a drink."

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