Hello fanfiction! I have finally returned after a rather long break of not writing. I guess I should probably update a few stories, but my current obsession is A Song of Ice and Fire (Game of Thrones), so I decided to introduce myself to that fandom world with this rather pointless one-shot.
But why is there a section for the books, but not the show?
Whatever.
Setting the scene for this fanfiction: I'm only on season 2 of the show (but I've watched enough spoilers to pretty much how the first episode of season 6 went) and I'm on the very last book.
This story is based mainly on the books.
Tyrion is contemplating on Jaime one night, as he waits to invade Westeros with Dany and her followers. I'm skipping ahead quite a lot in the series for this.
Now, in the books, Tyrion did not leave on very good terms with Jaime. Jaime had freed him, but also confessed to lying to Tyrion years ago after being told to by his dad. (Basically, Tyrion had gone and married a common girl who he met on the road one day with Jaime. When Tywin found out Tyrion had married this girl, he made Jaime claim that the girl was actually a whore they hired to make Tyrion a man. Tywin then made Tyrion watch while ever man in the barracks raped his wife, Tysha, and then he forced to do it himself. Tysha was paid and it never says what happened to her after that. Tyrion still loved her and missed her. As it turns out, when Jaime frees Tyrion, he says that he lied about Tysha being a whore. He says that Tywin had told him to lie to him, and so he hadn't felt like he had a choice. Tyrion was pretty mad about this. He left Jaime alive, but then he went on to kill Tywin and Shae as he had in the show.)
Now in this one shot (possible two-shot), Dany, Tyrion, and army are about to invade Westeros, heading straight for Kings Landing. They know there is no love for the Lannisters in the Red Keep, and they know they'll find little resistance. They expect to make land fall in a few hours.
Tyrion Lannister lay back on his bunk below deck, staring up at the bunk above him and listening to the snoring of the others around them. The waves were gently beating the side of the boat. The ride out of Kings Landing all those months ago had been brutally hard, physically and emotionally. Now, the ride was much easier physically. He wasn't getting nearly as sick. But emotionally, it was almost bitter sweet. Tyrion loved Westeros, even if it did not love him. No one loves a dwarf, but it mattered not. This was a land Tyrion knew, and he had been dreaming of his return since he first learned that Deanery's Targaryen was still alive. He could get his revenge. Kill Cersei. Kill Jaime. Shouldn't that thought make him happy? He never had any love for his sister, and he had dreamed of killing Jaime since his brother had confessed to lying about Tysha. But where Cersei had always been mean to Tyrion, Jaime had not. Jaime had treated him as if he was a normal sized man, treated him like a brother. The only bad blood between them that mattered was that lie.
The thought of killing Jaime had once filled Tyrion with determination. But now, he hesitated. His brother had freed him knowing the danger of it if they ever found out that Ser Jaime the Kingslayer had released a prisoner accused of regicide, even if it was a false claim. Jaime had always taken stupid risks in his life. It was the way he was, the way he always had been. Growing up on Casterly Rock, Jaime had been Tyrion's only real friend. While his big brother was often training or learning something, he had spent much of his free time with either one of his siblings.
Tyrion remembered taking a few lessons with Jaime. While Jaime struggled to read, claiming the letters floated off the page and moved around, Tyrion excelled at reading. He had caught up to and passed his brother quickly. They had a few horse riding lessons together too, though Jaime had always been the better one at that, charging up and down the hills and galloping along trails as fast as his horse could take him. Tyrion was better with counting coin, reading, writing, and remembering histories. Jaime was better with jousting and sword fighting and riding horses. They had balanced each other out in that way, and would've made a wonderful team had Tywin not refused.
As he lay there, Tyrion could hear someone on deck getting sick. The Dothraki were not sea folk, and the sea agreed with their stomach as well as Tyrion and Cersei agreed. The sounds made Tyrion remember one of the times Jaime had been sick to his stomach, back when Tyrion was 5 and Jaime was 14.
Flashback~
That day Jaime hadn't come down to break his fast. That wasn't too unusal, as sometimes the younger of the twins liked to eat in his room by himself, especially if he had had a hard training session the day before. When Tyrion had first seen Jaime that day, it had been for their lessons on reading. They always started with reading. Tywin himself would try to teach Jaime, after getting frustrated when he boy would refuse anyone else who tried to teach him. For four hours each day, they would sit there and go over the books. It drove Jaime mad, Tyrion could tell. That day especially. Jaime had been late, which had already put Tywin in the bad mood. Then his brother tried to say he wasn't feeling well and didn't want to read. Tywin had told him to sit and read. After a few minutes, Jaime had again protested, saying his head hurt. For about an hour, Tyrion had watched.
After that hour, Jaime had gotten frustrated enough after once again being corrected on some word –which one, Tyrion couldn't remember, but it had been a long word with a lot of letters and to this day, Jaime could not pronounce it correctly- Jaime had thrown the books off the table, crossed his arms and glared at his father claiming that reading was stupid and pointless and he wouldn't do it today. He had then tried to get up, but Tywin had whacked Jaime in the face with a book hard enough to knock the 14 year old to the floor.
"You'll pick up that book you threw and you'll read the first 3 chapters out loud. Correctly." Tywin had said, while Jaime wiped the blood from his nose. He had gone and picked up the book, sitting back down and doing as he was told, wiping his nose and dripping blood onto the pages and himself, looking utterly miserable. It took him the whole four hours plus two more to finish it. The words had seemed to float extra, and the book was long and boring and filled with long words. Tywin had given Jaime a break after the regular four hours, allowing him to change into less bloody clothes and use the chamber pot, which Jaime had already asked to use 3 times and been denied. Then he was made to continue. Tyrion had stayed the whole time, pretending to read a different book. He had learned that day that Tywin was as unmovable as a large boulder. While it was possible to move it, you would need several people and maybe a few tools as well.
During the midday meal, Jaime had disappeared into his room where Tyrion had figured he had eaten alone again. It wasn't until he saw Jaime heading out to the field to train with their master-at-arms that he realized Jaime had not eaten, but had been sleeping. His hair was messier and there was that certain sleepy look on his brother's face that he often had when he first woke up. As far as Tyrion knew, Jaime still had that sleepy expression first thing in the morning or after a nap, if he ever got the chance for one these days.
Either way, he had watched Jaime train, as he and Cersei would often do. It was one of the few things they ever did together: watch Jaime train, eat (with the rest of the family, of course), and sometimes play come-into-my-castle. Jaime seemed out of it. He wasn't putting the effort he normally did, he complained more, asking to end early and claiming once again that he didn't feel well. The master-at-arms had been told that Jaime had complained earlier however, and had been ordered to not let him leave early. So he pushed him harder. Several times he knocked Jaime to the ground, landing hits that would've killed him in a battle, once slipping and hitting him hard enough to knock him to the ground with enough force to knock his helm off his head and the breath from his lungs. They had almost called the maester as Jaime laid on the ground, gasping for breath like a fish out of water. But he recovered before they did, and the training continued. Then he had skipped horse lessons, sneaking out of the ring where Tyrion and the other boys –there were two, if he could remember right- and headed back to the barn, putting his horse away himself, and disappearing as he sometimes did.
Where Jaime would go when he disappeared, Tyrion hadn't known. He was so young back then that he hadn't really thought of following Jaime to find out. It wasn't until that he realized that Jaime would slip off to one side of the Rock were there was cave on the side of a cliff. He would hide in there, and had practice swords hidden away, even a cross bow. Jaime had been annoyed on the day that Tyrion had found him there with Cersei, and hadn't realized until he had gotten older that Jaime had brought Cersei there likely because they wouldn't be found touching each other or even having sex, though whether or not the two had started at that age, Tyrion still wasn't sure.
Anyway, Tywin had found out that Jaime had skipped his lessons for the end of the day, and when he found Jaime as the boy was returning, he had taken him into his room and hit him on his rear end 3 times with a big, solid wood stick. Once for each lesson he missed.
"You'll be at dinner with the rest of us, and don't you dare try to excuse yourself early. Don't you dare act like you're in pain. You want to be a knight so bad, than grow up and act like one." Tywin had snapped at him, while Jaime stood there trying to look defiant, though Tyrion could see the tears his brother was holding back. But one thing both boys had been taught early on was that they were to never show a tear in front of their father. That evening at dinner, Jaime had come down on time with Cersei, dressed like the proper little lord he was being groomed as. Wearing the red and crimson of House Lannister, blond hair washed and brushed back out of his face, not a speck of dirt on his pretty face. Cersei had looked radiant as always, wavey blond hair long even then, with bright green eyes and the slender frame that Lords wished their daughters would have. The only difference that day was that Jaime did not look as bright as his sister did. He did not move with the grace of a proud lion, but more with the slower steps of the one that was aching and weaker. Tyrion couldn't tell if Tywin had noticed, but the other family members had come in soon after, and the dinner had started. Tyrion say beside Jaime. On Jaime's other side was Cersei, then their uncle Kevin, their Aunt Genna with her lord husband, a few more uncles and cousins and aunts that Tyrion didn't care enough to remember.
They had gotten maybe two plates in, and Tyrion was sure that he was only one who noticed Jaime had hardly touched his plate. The rest of them were busy talking and arguing, sharing the latest news or debating the next tourney champion. Jaime had pushed his food around the plate, but hadn't taken more than a single bite from each serving.
"Jaime, eat." Their Aunt Genna had chided, finally seeming to have noticed. That drew the rest of the table's attention to the blond haired future knight. Jaime had glanced up briefly at his father, before dutifully putting another fork full of pork into his mouth. When it seemed they weren't satisfied with one fork full, he went for another, getting three in before the color drained from his face and he had only enough time to turn around to puke on the floor behind him, instead of on the table. Aunt Genna had jumped up to go comfort him, while Kevin told a servant to get the maester to meet them in Jaime's room, and another servant to clean up the mess. But Jaime's stomach wasn't quite done, and he vomited several more times before Aunt Genna had gotten him out of the room. Cersei had pushed her plate away, seeming to have lost her appetite after that. She wouldn't look at Jaime or at the floor. Tyrion had glanced over at their father, whose face was as unreadable as ever. He had feared that Jaime would get punished for getting sick.
On his way to bed that night, Tyrion had paused by the doorway to Jaime's room. Their maester was in there with him, and Jaime was curled up miserably on the bed. The chamber pot had been moved closer to bed, so he felt the urge to vomit again he would have something to do it in instead of the floor. Blankets were piled high on him, but he stilled seemed to shiver. The curtains were closed, and the only light came from a few candles. The maester was wiping Jaime's forehead with a wet cloth.
"Come in, Tyrion. I know you're waiting." The maester hadn't even looked at the door.
"Is he going to be okay?" Tyrion had asked, waddling into the room on his five year old dwarf legs. He stopped a few feet from the bed. Jaime seemed to be sleeping, but he was pale and sweaty and shivering as if he were freezing.
"He should be back to normal in two or three days. He just has a sick stomach. A fever." The maester had said. But it had been more than just a sick stomach, and more than just two or three days. Jaime had been in bed for almost two weeks. He could hold no food down, he was feverish and disoriented, the light hurt his head and he always complained of being cold. Tyrion could remember being horribly afraid that his brother was dying. He remembered even Tywin talking to Uncle Kevin about the possibility of Jaime not making it. It had scared him so much when he was little, that he had taken to going into Jaime's room every night with the maester and telling Jaime he needed to get better. When his brother finally started to improve, he had been so relieved. It had been slow, almost a whole extra week before Jaime was well enough to start going to his normal lessons again. After that, Tywin had thought twice about pushing Jaime whenever he claimed to not feel well.
~End Flashback
Laying there on the ship, Tyrion thought about how afraid he had been to lose his brother when that sickness had taken ahold of him. It had come close too. He could remember how much he had missed Jaime when he had first went to King's Landing the next year to be a squire for one of the King's Guard knights. Barristan the Bold was his name, if Tyrion could remember correctly. And then there was when Jaime had been raised to a Knight of the Kingsgaurd at only 15, and Tyrion could remember feeling proud that his brother had accomplished knighthood at such a young age. He remembered when he heard about Robert's Rebellion, and the fighting that gone on, how he had feared Jaime would be killed. When Jaime had killed the Mad King, Tyrion had feared that Robert Baratheon would kill him for it, but instead he had pardoned him. When the Starks came and Jaime had attacked Eddard and ran off to fight the war, and all the battles that had followed. When Jaime was captured in the Whispering Wood, how worried he had been.
There were still questioned that Tyrion wanted answers to. He wanted to ask Jaime why he had killed the Mad King, and why he hadn't told anyone his reasons. He wanted to ask Jaime why he had freed him from his cell, why Catelyn Stark had let Jaime go, how his journey back to Kings Landing had ended with him having one hand, why had he lied about Tysha. Those questions and so many more. Maybe he would wait to kill Jaime. Maybe he would listen to Jaime's answers instead, in case there was really reason to Jaime's actions and words. Tyrion would not deny that he missed the times when they were all younger and the world seemed more like a fun game instead of this game for life or death. He missed his brother. He missed correcting Jaime's pronunciation of certain words, or correcting his spelling in the letter. Sure, Jaime had gotten much, much better at reading and writing than he had been when they were all children together on Casterly Rock, but he still made a mistake here and there, if he tried to read or write too fast.
Yes, that is what he would do. If Jaime were still alive when they made landfall, Tyrion would wait until he could get answers from Jaime. If the answers weren't good enough, then he would ask Dany to at least give Jaime the option to take the black. And if he refused then he would be killed quickly. Tyrion did not hate his brother enough to torture him, but did not love him enough to keep him alive if he proved to be guilty of the crimes he was accused of without any reason as to why he had committed them.
Well, there ya go. A pointless short story that's been bugging me for a while now.
I'm considering making this a two-shot, and having another short story on what happened when the two brothers are reunited. Of course, because we don't know exactly what's going to happen, I'll have to add my own twists and plot lines to it, but I have several ideas for it already. I have an idea for a full story too, but I want to finish the 5th book first.
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