Title: Second Chances
Author: vegetasbubble
Summary: AU. Set S02xE10. Daenerys enters the tent of her fallen husband. Upon her return to the House of the Undying, she finds that not only can she save her dragons, but she has also brought back to life her husband and son.
Notes: Originally posted as two separate stories, The Other Side and Across the Sea. Will be posted as one single story.
Rated: M for language, violence, sexual references and scenes.
This is an AU story based on the characters and situations from the television show Game of Thrones. In other words, what should have happened but didn't. Starts as of the final episode of Season 2 though does not follow other story lines besides Daenerys'. I ask that you all have an open mind to this AU story as I have written this story for my own pleasure and maybe the pleasures of others.
Italics = speaking in Dothraki
ONE
Daenerys entered the tent with a confused mind. The young woman questioned herself as she pushed the tent flaps open. A small open area before her, Daenerys stepped closer as she heard a small sound.
A baby's gurgle.
Seated upon a floor of furs, the same as she kept on her bed, was her husband and their son. "Moon of my life." His voice was still the same and the child nestled in his arms, wrapped in a loose sheet, looked lie his father. Rheago: the son torn from her womb like her husband was torn from her heart.
"This is dark magic- like the kind that took you both from me, before I could-" Daenerys stepped closer and kneeled before her fallen husband and son. Drogo helped her kneel, offering a large hand for her to take. She did so and after taking his hand Daenerys felt her heart jump at the contact. She could feel him, touch him. Reaching out gently, Daenerys touched her son's face. She sobbed as she felt the soft skin. "This is a trick – I know it. I built your pyre myself, I joined you and the eggs and cried as flames engulfed us both. You should be in the Night Lands."
"Maybe I refused to enter the Night Lands without you. Maybe I told the Great Stallion to go fuck himself and came back here to wait for you." Drogo smiled as Daenerys smiled back, her face now resting against his palm.
"That sounds like something you would do." Daenerys chuckled at her husband's words and looked to her son. He looked maybe three or four months old, the age he should have been by now. "He looks like you," she whispered as Rheago clasped her finger in his hand.
"He is ours," Drogo responded as he lifted his hand and tipped his wife's chin up, meeting her eyes with his, "Be strong, moon of my life. This is the House of the Undying, there are many traps and tricks here. Be but aware of what you seek." Daenerys nodded and wished she could stay here, in this false land with her lost husband and child but knew she could not. Removing herself from his hold, Daenerys stood and moved to turn away.
"I must go, my dragons need me." Drogo nodded and looked down to their son. Daenerys felt the tears well in her eyes as she watched the moment between the two. What kind of life could they have lived, had none of this nonsense happened? Would Rheago still be alive, be the child before her now and would Drogo have commanded the khalasar to remain, to take back the Iron Throne he had promised his son and wife? Daenerys made to move when he caught her arm again.
"If you will it, it will come true." Eyeing her husband and child, Daenerys felt a tear escape her eye and roll down her cheek onto the sand below her.
"When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east, when the seas go dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves, you will come back to me." Daenerys left the tent then, not being able to look upon their faces any longer. He did not call out to her, which made Daenerys confident he was an illusion. As she left the tent, Daenerys soon found herself in a dungeon like area, with gated walls and seemingly no way out.
The tiny screeches from the centre platform made her gasp – her three dragons were shackled to the pillar, each screeching for their Dragon mother. As she neared them, the three dragons lifted their small heads and eyed their mistress.
"They miss their mother," a voice startled her. Daenerys turned and confronted Pyat Pree, the skinny and bald sorcerer who had played his games and broken her heart all over again. "They want to be with you."
"Do you want to be with them?" a clone behind her said, making Daenerys turn quickly.
"You will be," the first sorcerer said, he and his clone walking in circles around Daenerys and the dragons, "When your dragons were born, our magic was born again. It is strongest in their presence and they are strongest in yours. You will be with them, in winter, in summer, and winter again. For a thousand-thousand summers, you will be with them." Daenerys felt something appear on her wrist and raised her arms to find them both shackled like her dragons. "And we will be with you, until time comes to an end." The sorcerer used a pulley like device to pull Daenery's arms up, held outwards. "Welcome home, Daenerys Stormborn."
"This is not my home. My home is across the sea where my people are waiting for me." Daenerys closed her eyes, wiling herself to be out of there, to be back with her people, her husband. She willed Khal Drogo back into her life, with their son, to be a family who would take the Iron Throne and the Seven Kingdoms.
"They will be waiting a long time."
"Moon of my life." Dany opened her eyes and spotted her husband, still holding Rheago, standing behind Pyat Pree. His eyes looked like they wanted to kill, but Dany knew it was her mind, Pyat Pree still sending the illusion to trick and confuse her. "Dracarys," he whispers to her and Daenerys can't help but wonder where he learnt that word – the ancient word for fire. "Dracarys," he whispers again, this time in a desperate hiss. Daenerys looked down to her dragons, the small creatures looking up in silent understand.
"Dracarys."
In an instant, Drogon snuffed and smoke appeared from his nose. A second later he breathed again and a flame appeared, attaching itself to Pyat Pree's coat-sleeve. The other dragons joined in, breathing their heavy and hot fire towards the warlock. Soon Pyat Pree was screaming and howling as the dragons flame struck him over and over, making him fall to the ground with a sizzling sound on his skin. Daenerys turned and looked down to her dragons again, watching as the shackles around their necks fell followed by her own an instant later.
Daenerys peered down at the corpse of the sorcerer and smiled. She had won the moment. "Moon of my life." Shaking her head, Daenerys grabbed at the sides of her hair and cried out, "No….No you are not real!"
He approached her then, Rheago still in his arms, the small boy lightly dozing in his fathers protective hold. Daenerys fell to her knees, her cries and heartache being felt by her dragons who hissed and snarled as he neared them. Drogo dropped beside her, touched her shoulder with one hand and shook her lightly. "Moon of my life," he whispered again and Daenerys looked up, her eyes meeting his.
Lifting her hands she held his face, touching him, feeling him, making sure he was real. She did so with Rheago also, touching and feeling her son and letting her tears fall from her face as she realised it.
She had willed it and it had come true.
"You're back… You're here," she whispered against his skin in the common tongue and knew he would not understand her but felt him nod. Her husband, the man she had lost and the son who had been taken away from her by a witch were both here, both alive.
"Hush little moon," he spoke, pulling her to her feet and passing her child to her to hold. Daenerys took the small boy in her arms and cooed at him, like a mother who had lost all but finally regained that which had been lost. Drogo side stepped her and moved to the alter, eyeing the small dragons on the pillar. "Dragons," he said simply, making Daenerys smile. "They live?"
"Born from fire," she replied, coming to stand beside him. "Named Viserion, Rhaegal and Drogon." He smirked at his wife as the small black dragon – his namesake – sniffed at his hand. Drogo stood tall and looked down at his small wife.
"You have grown strong," he said to her, placing a hand on her shoulder and soothing the skin there gently.
"And you are here," she replied, smiling as he dropped a soft kiss to her lips.
"The khalasar?" he asked her, after the kiss had ended and Rheago began to stir. Daenerys wondered if he would take to her breast.
"Most left, after you… fell," she whispered, ashamed that she had not been able to maintain her husbands people. She felt his hand squeeze her shoulder.
"They will all die for leaving you," he responded, with a stern voice and hardened look. Drogo looked around his surroundings at the dungeon. "I do not like this place. It plays tricks on the mind."
Nodding, Daenerys took his offered hand and the two made their way out of the House of the Undying. Ser Jorah and Kovarro stood outside and watched as their Khaleesi walked out of the temple and gasped as they noticed the small boy in her arms. Ser Jorah moved forward but stopped when he saw the large Khal standing behind her. Kovarro dropped to one knee, showing his allegiance to the once fallen Khal.
"Khaleesi…, what trickery is this?" Jorah asked, eyeing Drogo standing behind her. Daenerys smiled and looked to her husband.
"My husband and son live, Ser Jorah. The Stallion that Mounts the World breaths deep and my lord husband stands beside me once more. The House of the Undying may have taken my dragons, but upon retrieving them and bringing the death to the man who took them, my sun and stars was returned as was my son."
Jorah watched as the dragons, slightly larger in size glided out of the temple and landed on Drogo's shoulders, head and back. They had accepted him as the husband of their Dragon Mother. Rheago reached out a chubby hand to the dragons and gurgled.
"Now, we have someone to visit."
END NOTES: The next chapter, which will involve Dany, Drogo and Jorah confronting Xaro Xhoan Daxos and a scene that will possibly lead into a Season 3 jump along. Reviews and comments are well enjoyed and received. Don't forget to follow and favourite for more stories in the future.
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