A/N:

Hi! So yes, I'm back with the sequal. I hope you're going to like it.

Writing so many characters that are not mine is sooo challenging! But, you know me (ppf), I'm up for the challenge!

Also, it might get a bit darker here, because in the world of Games of Thrones there is more chance of bad things to happen... but don't worry, there still will be some fun stuff and worlds-clashing moments.

I want to thank all of the reviewers from Snow in New York, it really helped me to keep writing the sequal!

Hope you'll enjoy!

"I'm listening." I said. The people at the background shouted but I didn't care, I just gave him the best hug I could before he leaves and fades away.

But I didn't hear a question. The voices of the people that came to shoo us went dead. I looked up at Jon who just looked over my head, wide-eyed.

I took one step back, and felt a freezing wind like never before.

As far as my eyes could see, everything around me was white and snowy, while hard winds blew around us, carrying snowflakes and frost.

Holly FUCK.

I looked at Jon, who seemed terrified Just as I was. I turned around, to make sure what I saw is true. Snow, snow all around us. We were standing on a hill, I think, because I saw some trees far away beyond the snowflakes the wind carried. I thought I saw a big, strangely-shaped castle at the distance, but my eye sight started to become blurry. The cold took over me and I started to feel numb. I turned back to Jon, unable to open my mouth to say anything. I felt like I'm going to turn into an icicle there on the spot.

Jon shook away his shock and wrapped his cape around me, holding me tight and close to him, my cheek pressed against his chest plat. Maybe he said something, I'm not sure, because the winds were too strong and I started to give in to the cold.

The last thing I heard before losing consciousness completely was a shriek of an animal I've never heard before, and the short breaths of Jon who tried to keep me warm in his hands.

I rolled in my bed. It was soft and fluffy, and the only thing that was missing was Marilyn.

"Humph… cat, where are you?" I mumbled. When I didn't hear a response I half opened my eyes. I leaned on my elbows. "Cat?"

Something was weird about my room. I don't remember having a fireplace in it. I'm not in Danielle's mansion again, definitely not in New York. My vision cleared and I looked around.

Oh, fuck.

I looked down at the blankets-which now I understood why they were so fluffy. It looked like they were made out of different unlucky animals. I gulped and felt guilty for sleeping in it.

The room was about the size of what I had in New York, but it looked completely different.

First of all, the walls were made of stone-mostly grey and rough. The window was smaller, and covered with white and grey curtains. A small fireplace was burning in the wall in front of the wooden bed I was sleeping on. A big carpet-no, another animal's skin-was spread on the floor. My back pack was on the floor near a wooden chair covered with leather. I breathed out in relief that it came here with me.

Then I also saw my clothes folded next to it on the chair, including my Harley-Quinn sports bra.

I sucked some air in and looked at myself. It seems I was wearing some kind of a woolen grey sleeping gown.

I started to breath fast, my heart beating like crazy, as it dawned on me again. No, no, no. Fuck no!

I jumped out of the bed, surprised the floor was warm. I opened my bag and checked to see if everything was in there. I sighed in relief to find even my energy bars, so I took one and ate it hungrily. Alright, I need to find Jon. I need to find Bran, too.

Fuck, what the hell? Why the fuck am I here? Those damn gods or whatever didn't send Jon here until I decided to hug him.

Stupid gods.

Stupid Jon.

Stupid Kit Kat.

I looked around and found nothing more. I took off the gown to put on my sports bra. Yeah, my boobs aren't the biggest ones, but it made everything so much more comfortable to run with something to hold them. Also, now I had the Harley Quinn spirit with me. I had put on my original cotton black socks and blue converse snickers, took one gun with me just in case and went to the big wooden door.

I took a big breath and pressed the iron handle. It was quite massive.

The door opened and I stepped out into a dark corridor with torches on the walls.

I looked left and right, and saw nothing except the stony walls.

I started walking silently in the hallway. Just before I turned right at I heard two men talk in a strange language. I glanced behind the walls-they were both bronze-skinned, like me. They had long, black braided and beaded beards and they wore long jackets that were made out of furs and leather. One of them had a big chain with a metal piece connected to it dangling from his neck. Both of them carried round swords, they had black eye-makeup and long, long, braided hair. I've never seen a man with such a long hair. Heck, I don't think I saw it on a woman. They were very tall and muscular.

I drew back and took a big breath. They don't look like they're a part of Jon's people. They don't have the same uniforms, and I doubt Jon know their language. Maybe we landed in a different place?

Both of them looked hard to defeat. I mean, I can always take them by surprise and use my gun… but if they are on our side, I'm screwed.

I took a big breath and decided to run to the left instead and hope they'll be too startled to respond quickly.

I charged and just ran. I heard them shouting in their language and running after me. I gulped and kept on running, turning left, then right, in that huge maze of a castle. That damn gown slowed me down. But I couldn't wear my shorts. It would be too cold. I already started to feel the cold air sipping through the small windows.

There was a small opening on my right-and then a stone spiral staircase. I took my chance and took the stairs down. After what seemed like forever I got to a different floor. I was breathing hard, and I feared I'm going to get tired soon. Still hearing their shouts, I pushed myself through a double-door. The freezing air and bright light hit my face when I saw the big yard below, full of snow and busy people doing their medieval business. I walked on that wooden balcony, looking for a way out when I felt a big warn hand on my shoulder. I looked up to my right to see one of the big guys.

He said something in his language to the other guy. He laughed.

So I tried to run again.

That was dumb, since the two of them where holding my arms now.

"No!" I protested. They didn't care. They took me back inside, and then the first guy swung me over his should like a sack of potatoes. "No!" I said again and gave his muscular back my best punches while kicking in the air. It hurt me more than it hurt him. "Put me down, you humanoid horse!" He also smelled a bit like horses.

I'm so humiliated.

I wasn't sure where we were going, since I was facing backwards, but I was giving him a fight. I heard a creaking noise of big doors opening, then they said something in their language again and I was dropped to the floor like a potato sack.

"You motherfucking bearded, protein-shake addict, stupid horse-breath jerk!" I screamed at the big guy. He ignored me and looked at someone behind me. I guessed it was my time to turn around, meet their leader and beg for my life. The grip on my gun tightened. I was happy they didn't know it was a weapon, so they didn't take it away.

I turned around with my gun in my hands. I need to get out of here and find Jon, to make sure he's fine. "Don't make another move!" I shouted as I turned around.

But instead of the big barbarian I was expecting, there was a woman about my height. And that was where the physical similarities we shared ended.

She was the most beautiful person I've ever seen. She had something very proud and strong about her presence, a very no-funny-business look with a sharp looking black dress and a red scaled cape swinging over her shoulder. Her gloved fingers were intervened with each other as she looked at me from a stone stage. I didn't even look at the people behind her because she was so mesmerizing, her braided hair silver and her big eyes violet.

It was Daenerys Targaryen, Jon's queen. I just knew it was her.

I was shocked she had anything to do with these people. One of them grabbed me by the shoulders because I was threatening his queen, but I didn't let the gun go. He gripped me so hard my legs were almost dangling above the ground.

"Andie!" I suddenly heard Jon. He was there, I didn't even notice him at first. He was just a few feet behind Daenerys. "Put the gun down." His voice was commanding. I didn't like it, after all we went through. We were friends.

I pouted. "Well, tell your goon to let me go so I can do it." I said.

Daenerys quirked an eyebrow at me and looked at her barbarian minion. She said something in his language and he let me go. I put down the gun, at a reaching distant near my foot, not too far but not too close.

"I'm sorry for my Dothraki guards, my lady." Daenerys finally spoked. "You did threaten their khaleesi."

"Their what now?"

Daenerys had an amused smile on her face and stepped closer. "I wanted to thank you for bringing Lord Snow back safely." She continued, "He's very important for his people, family and myself."

I looked at Jon over her shoulder. "I though you said you're a king or something?"

Jon shook his head. "It's complicated." He said.

Daenerys looked me up and down. "You were sleeping for quite a while. I'm sure you'd wish to change into something more appropriate? The weather is cold. Jon told me it's summer where you came from."

I didn't understand why the rest of the people in the room weren't speaking. Maybe it's their way of honoring their queen? No one speaks until she tells them they can.

I looked down at myself. I was shivering. I wore a damn tunic and converse shoes.

"Missandei?" She didn't wait for my answer, "Please escort Lady Silver back to her chambers." Then she said something to her Dothraki guards and they went out of the room. I finally looked around to see it wasn't just a room, it was a hall. On the stage, there was a long table with chairs and people sitting around. A dozen guards were standing around-different kinds of people with different kinds of armor and weapons. One of them was a very tall woman with heavy armor and short blond hair.

A tall woman with curly hair stood up and walked to me. She had a kind smile. "Come with me, my lady." She said and bowed her head a little. She passed me and went through the opened double doors. I gave Jon a last look and he nodded to me again. I picked up my gun and turned to follow Missandei.

"This is so uncomfortable." I said and looked in the mirror. I was wearing something that looked a bit like Missandei's dress-it was sharp looking black dress with fur inside. More like a uniform than a pretty dress. I wore some woolen tunics and wool lined leather leggings under it. It was long and tough and I though it won't be easy to fight in. My boots were comfy though. I tried not to think about the fur, leather and wool. If I won't wear them, I'll freeze to death.

"Is it too small?" Missandei asked.

"No, I just think it's hard to move in." I said and stretched my leg to the side, then kicking straight up. "Well, I guess it will be fine. For now."

At least I had pockets now, and a belt to tuck my guns in. Out of a habit, I stuffed my phone in one of the pockets.

"Excuse me for asking, my lady, but I was wondering, what is the animal you have on the back of your neck?" Missandei asked as we walked down the corridor. She was in my room the whole time while I was changing. It was a bit awkward, but I guess that's how they do it. She had to help me tie some knots at the back of the dress and explain to me how to wear all of those layers and clothes.

"Oh, the tattoo?" I asked. "It's a whale."

"A whale?" She asked, curious. I think like her. She was formal, yes. But she was smarter than she let on, I'm sure.

"It's a sea creature." I said. "They're the biggest animal in the world, and I love them, so I got one tattooed on my neck."

"Is that the sigil of your house?"

"Where I come from most people don't have house sigils." I said.

Missandei had a small smile. "Yes, where I come from there are no sigils as well. The people of Westeros like that symbolism very much."

When we turned, I looked at the walls and saw there were a lot of flags on the walls. I guess it was a main corridor. Mostly I saw white flags with a grey wolf's head on them. There were also a lot of black ones with a red three headed dragon. I guessed the wolf was Jon's and the dragon Daenerys's.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"It's almost dawn. We are going to have supper to celebrate Jon's return and saving of the Night's Watch."

I bit my lip and looked around again. I felt weird… strange. A stranger. The only person I did know was Jon, but I didn't see him. "Where is Jon?"

"Getting ready for the feast, I would assume." Missandei said.

I nodded and I saw we stopped in front of the doors of the big hall. I could hear muffled voices and music from the inside, clashes of plates, forks and knives.

The two guards that stood by the doors weren't Dothraki-they too had a darker skin tone, like Missandei, and they wore helmets that covered half of their faces. They looked leaner and shorter than the giant Dothraki and had shields and spears with them. They opened the door without saying a word.

"These are the Unsullied," Missandei explained to me, "The Queen freed them and myself, and we had dedicated our lives for her by choice."

I looked inside the hall, now full of tables packed with people dinning. On the stage sat what I believe to be advisers, commanders and the close court to the queen, maybe to Jon as well. A bend was playing at the corner of the room and I really wanted to join them.

"She freed you?" I asked before we entered the loud hall.

Missandei nodded gently, "We were slaves, and Queen Daenerys freed us and slayed the masters who abused us."

I looked up at the table, but Daenerys wasn't there. Neither was Jon.

I think they're together. Having fun, catching up, talking about how the both of them are so perfectly good and perfectly good looking, how their baby is going to be the closest thing to perfection the world had ever known.

Who am I kidding, they're probably freaking out right now.

I was led to the stage and Missandei let me sit next to the blond woman in the armor I saw before. She still had full armor on and her sheathed sword on her belt.

Then Jon got in the hall with an older man-he looked like he was in his late fifties, maybe more. He had grey hair and grey short beard. They were talking about something, but I couldn't hear. I wanted to go to Jon, to see if he's fine. He looked worried-I mean, he usually does, but this time he was more brooding. Maybe the man was telling Jon what was happening while he was gone. Maybe it wasn't so good.

He didn't even look at me when he sat at the table left to an auburn haired young woman. She was very beautiful, as well. She didn't have that unnatural aura Daenerys had, but she had grey-blue eyes, flaming hair and a proud posture that made me remember to straighten my back. Next to her, sat a young man-a teenager, even-with short brown hair and brown eyes. I could see he was sitting in a wheelchair, and I guessed that was Bran. So it this is Bran, the beautiful woman must be one of Jon's sisters.

Just as I was wondering which one she was, another young woman walked towards them, greeted everyone and sat next to Bran. She had dark hair as well, with dark grey eyes. Something in the way she walked was stealthy, and she wore leather pants and a jacket that looked way more comfortable and practical than what I wore. I need to ask for these things next.

Her hair was short comparing to most of the women I saw here, and she had a big knife and a long, thin sword strapped to her. I guess this is Arya, which make the other one Sansa.

So these are all of Jon's living siblings.

The grey-haired man sat next to Jon. Then the doors opened and Daenerys came in with a bunch of Dothraki in tow. Next to her walked a little person-I don't know if here it's fine to call him a dwarf. He was blond with a scruffy looking beard.

When she stood in front of her plate-two seats from the grey bearded guy, the two chairs between them were for the dwarf and Missandei-everyone else rose to pay respect, so I did the same.

Daenerys took a short moment to look around at the people in the crowded hall. They were different from each other. Those who looked like payed less respect to her wore the heavier armor and spoke English-yet they still stood and waited.

"Brave men and women," She started. "I am happy to announce Lord Snow had come back safely, with the help of Lady Andie Silver." Can they please stop calling me that? It sounds awful. "We are already planning the day ahead of us." She looked around again. Missandei was translating, so was the Unsullied who didn't wear a helmet.

"I know we are speaking different languages, I know we came from different places. We had our disagreements. Some of you may still see me as a foreign invader, unworthy of her claims to the throne." I could see some people snorting in the audience, but Daenerys didn't seem to care. "It does not matter. And it does not matter, because we all have a common enemy, which most of you had the unfortunate opportunity to meet." She walked around the big table, now standing in front of it with a straight back, pacing quietly. "I will prove myself to you, like I did to my hundred-thousand man that came all that way with me across the narrow sea." Daenerys walked down one step, "We are facing a great threat to the living here. The enemy does not care for our language, beliefs, wits or gold. The only thing they care for is our beating hearts and our breathing souls and they'll do anything in order to stop it. Let us do anything in our ability to stop them!"

People seemed to agree now. You couldn't argue with what she said.

Daenerys walked back to her seat. "Let us feast! Let us drink together. Look around you," She gave the crowd a smile, "These are the men and women you are going to fight alongside with. And I am going to be there with you!" People started to cheer. Even the cynics in the red armor nodded in agreement.

Daenerys sat, and the whole room sat with her. Servers started to walk among the halls with trays full of food-mostly, it seems, it was meat. Some kind of an animal part here, some other roasted part there. A serving girl filled my plate with meat, carrots, potatoes and other vegetables. Someone poured wine into my goblet and I didn't even have the time to thank any of them when they disappeared to serve other people.

I took the fork and poked at my potatoes. They seemed fine, great even. I can have a whole dinner of veggies and bread.

After a minute or two of eating, the woman in the armor turned to me.

"It is an honor to sit by your side, my lady." She said with a bit of a tight smile. But it wasn't cold. Just guarded. "I'm sorry for not introducing myself earlier this evening. I am Brienne of Tarth. I serve the Starks."

"No need to call me lady," I said with a small smile. "I'm Andie. I see you're wearing armor at the table?"

"Not to insult any of the hosts," She said. "These days, you can never be too careful."

I nodded and sipped some wine. It was strong, and it came down roughly down my throat, leaving a sour taste in my mouth. So I had more. "I don't know anything about the customs here," I said, "And I do not know anything of Westeros. Can you tell me about Tarth?" I asked, and she did. She told me where are the important places, the important houses (most of them fell, she said).

I looked around at the people-Lannister soldiers, Knights of the Vale, Mormonts and more. Daenerys brought with her the Dothraki, Unsullien and more people from an entirely different continent.

I gulped. "And you say these people are just learning to get together?" I asked.

"Under the good leadership we've come to have, I even believe it is possible." Brienne said and bit into some animal's leg.

I drank more of the wine and looked around the table again. "Brienne," I said, "Will you be able to teach me sword fighting?"

She looked at me with careful eyes, then nodded. "I can try," She said. "But you are pretty small. You'll have to use a small sword, or maybe you should ask of Lady Arya's tutoring? You are pretty close in size, and she uses a different technique."

I was thinking for a while and watched Arya. She looked cool, but there was some weird energy around her. She didn't let her guard down, maybe once or twice while talking to her siblings, especially Jon.

Then I felt a buzz on my thigh. Soon after came the noisy guitars. I stopped eating in shock.

"I'm an alligator! I'm a mama-papa coming for you!"

The table fell silent, and after that the whole room.

"I'm a space invader, I'll be a rock'n'rolling bitch for yoooouuu!"

I really need to change my ringtone, do I? Brienne had her hand on the hilt of her sword, and so did others who looked for the source of that sound. I had to take it. I didn't know why it's even working. Do I get reception here?

"Keep your mouth shut. You're squawking like a pink-monkey-bird, and I'm busting up my brains for the words."

I reached my pocket. "It's fine," I said. "I'll take it outside." I said and stood. So many eyes were on me while David Bowie kept singing.

"Keep your 'lectiric eye on me babe... put your ray gun to my head…"

"What is that?" Brienne asked.

"Is that some sort of a game?" Asked someone blond with a golden hand I didn't pay attention to before.

I took my phone out and the people closer to me gasped in amazement.

"How come such a small thing makes such a big noise?" Brienne asked.

The dwarf walked around the table to get a better look and said, "You can ask the same thing about me." He said sarcastically and I decided I like this guy. But really, I need to answer.

"I'll take it outside." I said again, stepping away from the table. I saw a back door to the kitchens, so I won't have to go through all of these staring eyes.

"You should ask you queen for permission to leave, as her honored guest." The dwarf said carefully.

I clenched my teeth. I wasn't asking for permission to leave the table since I was six. "May I be excused, Your Grace?" I asked Daenerys. With wonder still on her face, Daenerys nodded.

I ran to the kitchen door while answering. It showed Zee's number.

"Andie? What took you so long?" It was Dakota's voice.

I sighed in relief to hear one of my friends. "You won't believe me." I said and walked slower now. I saw a door I believed was leading to the outside, and even though it was freezing out there-there weren't any people too.

"Did Jon managed to go to Neverland? Are you on your way back?"

I opened the door and shivered when the cold had hit me. "He's in Westeros, alright." I said.

There was heavy snow in the yard. I saw a giant green house, so I walked there, getting inside to enjoy the slightly warmer temperature. "And he took me with him."

"He WHAT?" Dakota screamed in my phone. There was a short noise and then someone else was talking.

"You're in Jon's world?" Zee asked. "Weird. I wonder if there's reception or if it's just my phone that can call yours."

"It doesn't matter!" I said. "I need to find a way back! It's freezing in here."

"Hmm…" Zee wondered, "I guess you need to do the same. Find something from our world after you do something or solve something. There's a reason for you being there."

"Very helpful, psychic."

"You're welcome."

Then a static noise came. Zee said something that slurred, and it was the end of conversation.

Oh, fucking hell.

A/N:

And that's it for now, people.

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