A/N: Ahhh yes...It's been some time since I've published something. Between moving, school and playing 300 hours of Skyrim, I haven't been up for finishing the other stories I had planned, and this has story has been nagging at me for days to do. So I will update when I can, there will be no set schedule, and I'm going to try and keep everything as close to the Companions quest line as possible. Note that this is the first time I'm writing a fandom that is not Inuyasha, and it will take me time to get the characters right. Daenerys is NOT the same as the Character from Game of Thrones by the same name. My first Dovahkiin I had ever made was my least creative in naming and such, and I don't plan on changing her name for the sake of this story (I had been reading the books when I first started playing so that's why she's named after the badass lady that is Daenerys Targaryen. I hope you all enjoy the story, and maybe I will get 30 Days finished and another InuSess fic up some time this year~

The Wolves and the Dragon

A Place Called Home

Sun's Height - 4E 171

Laying in the plains of Whiterun, the aurora borealis above the two children, silence consumed them, their smiles broad and their fingers intertwined. They shouldn't have been out of the safe walls of the city, but they couldn't help it since their parents were out on another job, and everything seemed so much calmer than usual. Vilkas and Aela were inside, sleeping already, which gave Farkas and Daenerys the perfect chance to sneak off together again. They were the closest of the four children in Jorrvaskr, and both were the more kind hearted of them. The sweet twin's brother was always busy learning and reading, and the hunter's daughter was more concerned about herself to always hang around them, which gave the two plenty of time together.

"Do you think one day we'll become Companions like our fathers?" Farkas asked, looking over at the young girl with large, questioning eyes.

"Maybe, the trials seem pretty easy, and maybe they'll just let us in because we're awesome or something," Daenerys laughed, turning to look back at the boy.

"I doubt that, Vilkas says that we don't get special treatment,"

"You shouldn't always listen to your brother,"

"But he's smart! He knows everything!"

"Not everything, Farkas. But he is pretty smart. You're smart too though,"

"Nah, Vignar says I'm too stupid to learn the lessons,"

"Vignar is old and stupid,"

"You're too mouthy, Daenerys," Farkas snorted, giving her a smirk before gently shoving her, "It's gonna get your ear whacked again!"

"Make fun all you want, Farkas, but my dad thinks it's funny that I talk like this,"

Looking back at the colourful night sky, they knocked their heads together and sighed in unison. Neither wanted any of this to change. Their destinies would be here, in Whiterun, in Jorrvaskr, as Companions. Peeking back at Farkas, the young girl smiled a little. He was strong, even if he wasn't as smart as Vilkas, and she respected that. Their parents had talked about how since they were always together, it could be said that they'd end up married. As much as she loved the stories of Mara, she couldn't see it, but her friend was someone she could admire for sure, and she couldn't wait for the day she would fight side by side with the boy.

"Daenerys! Farkas! You better pray to Talos I don't find you out in the plains again!" Daenerys' mother shouted from the wall behind the mead hall, causing both children to sit upright and scramble to their feet.

"We're inside, we swear!" Farkas shouted, grabbing the girl's hand and dragging her with him back to the gates of Whiterun, entering the city again and heading back home.

Evening Star - 4E 175

Farkas and Vilkas had been mourning their own loss when the screaming had started in the great mead hall. Aela's mother sighed and shook her head, leading her daughter off to her bedroom while the sounds continued. Something crashed, and the twins both flinched as something crashed from the closed room.

Things hadn't been going well in Jorrvaskr since the great war, but this was something no one should have to deal with, let alone children. Jergen had been lost in the battle, his body never found, and now the young dark haired girl had received a letter from the Empire about her father's death. Trying to restrain her daughter, her mother shouted back at her, trying to get her and their bags lifted so they could leave. It had been planned that if her father died in the war, they would move to Cyrodiil, away from the Companions and away from their friends.

This wasn't something that Daenerys had ever wanted, tears streaming down her face as she was finally dragged out of her bedroom and through the living quarters. Tilma watched as they passed, ushering the boys away from the distressed girl.

"She is suffering like you two, it is for the best that they leave. Too many memories of her father live here..." The old woman said in a hushed tone.

"But our father..." Farkas began, but he trailed off as Vilkas glared at him, a clear sign to shut up.

"Kodlak and the rest of the companions will take care of you boys. You will never be alone, your family is here. Daenerys' only connection was her father, her mother has no reason to be here anymore,"

As the doors of the hall slammed shut, the twins wondered together if their old friend would be alright in the capital of Tamriel. Sure, the Imperial Legion was a strong force, but they were losing as it was, and things didn't seem to be going well. As Nords, their place was here, and so was the girl's.

"Things will be better when we begin our new life in Cyrodiil, Daenerys. Our new life awaits," The girl's mother said, pulling Daenerys onto the cart along with what belongings the two of them could carry.

"I don't want to move away! Daddy said I could be here forever! He said a Nord's true home was Skyrim, and I don't want to leave!" The dark haired girl wailed, restrained in her mother's lap as the carriage started moving.

"This is no longer our home, sweetheart, your destiny lies elsewhere, this I know..."

It was that day that destiny seemed like a dream to the girl. Nothing worked out the way you thought it would, and neither the Aedra or the Daedra could tell her otherwise. She had heard enough stories about how they controlled the lives of all on Nirn, but in this moment, she was beginning to think otherwise. If they controlled their lives and their destinies, then they should have been able to save her father. Instead they sat up in the plains of Oblivion and the skies, doing nothing but meddling when someone actually bothered with their existences.

Yellow eyes growing dark, Daenerys prayed to the universe, hoping that one day she would return to Skyrim and carry on her father's legacy as a Companion. She wanted to run with her Shield-Brothers and Sisters, not live a life of luxury and safety in the cities of Cyrodiil. One day, maybe one day, she would be able to look upon her friend's faces again.

17th of Last Seed - 4E 201

Time had passed slowly in the Companions' life as well as Daenerys', and soon began their destinies. Hair and lips dark as the night, and eyes as yellow as the sun, the woman ran hard through the trees, bandits at her heels. With long hair flowing out behind her, one of the men grabbed it in a tight fist, yanking the woman down with a growl.

"Where do you think you're going?" He snarled, pulling her back to his band.

Home...She thought to herself, reaching into her leather armor and pulling out an iron dagger, reaching up and slicing her hair above the man's fist, causing her to hit the ground. Hair now at her shoulders, Daenerys rose to her feet and kicked at the bandit, slashing at him with her weapon until she finally caught his neck, turning quickly as the other bandits began their chase again.

Sheathing her blade, she ran hard, her breath staggered as she neared the boarder of Cyrodiil and Skyim, her only home. Her Nordic blood called for the snow, and she smiled to herself as she crossed the tree line into the snow, the bandits stopping as she continued on. She was finally free, free to live in her home, to join whatever group she wished to, and to live her own life. It would be better than the life she lived in the capital, where her mother had remarried and put her daughter through the hell that she called a marriage.

The man she had taken to replace her father when she was barely eleven years old had been a cruel soul. Dark and Mysterious, the Imperial had taken to calling her Danny, refusing to acknowledge her as a capable woman, training her like he did his sons. He was no father, only her trainer, her abuser and her trial. He was but one hurdle to leap over before she could return home. Her thoughts had been on Jorrvaskr and her friends, Farkas, Vilkas and Aela. She was sure that they were full-fledged Companions now, possibly even part of the Circle by this time. They weren't young anymore, and they had enough time to be taken into the leadership positions their parents had before them.

Just as thoughts of freedom began to sink into her very spirit, she found herself within a group of cerulean clad armor, a man with blond hair among them. What on earth...these weren't bandits, and they looked like official hold guards. What were they doing out along the border of Skyrim?

"The Imperials don't know who they're messing with,"

"For Skyrim!"

"Death to the Legion!"

Why was the Legion up here? Daenerys had been out on the road for so long, the worries of Tamriel were so far back in her mind that she could hardly care about the current events of her home province. The last she remembered, Cyrodiil's Imperials had troops in nearly every province of the country, and they were appreciated. So who would want to kill the Legionnaires?

Without even a chance to speak to the soldiers, Legion troops sprung from the bushes and trees, ambushing the group and Daenerys. Grabbing onto her, they secured her and pulled her to one of the carriages, shoving ragged clothes into her arms to change into while the rest of the Soldiers took care of the man and his guards. Growling at the Imperial soldiers, the woman dropped the rags and tapped the shoulder of one of the Legion men.

"Hey! What the hell is even going on he-" The man turned before she could finish and used the butt of his sword's hilt to hit her over the head, and everything went black.

First Seed - 4E 204

Hours, days, months, and years later, after awaking in the cart to her death, Daenerys awoke once more on a cart, pack secure between her feet, greatsword at her back and her helmet off for the ride. Bright sun hit her scarred face and she winced, golden eyes squinting. Had she really slept so long that she was at Whiterun already? It had felt like year since she had come to her home city since her departure twenty-nine years ago. In the fourth era two hundred and four, the Dragonborn was finally doing something for herself.

Ending the civil war of her home province, and then saving the lives of all she could, Daenerys wondered if there was still time for her to do the things she wanted to do, and if her old life would accept her again. In her time working as the Dragonborn, she had given glory back to the Thieves Guild, become the leader of the Dark Brotherhood (by total fluke anyway), and dealt with the vampires that plagued her homeland. She had lost followers and housecarls along the way to this point, but soon enough she would no longer be alone. The Companions awaited her, and she awaited them.

This time...this time I will be coming home for real, she thought as the carriage stopped at Whiterun Stables, paying her fee and hoisting her pack onto her back and grabbing her helmet. The times she had been here had all been for business, or saving everyone from the Stormcloaks. Even with Breezehome waiting for a new owner, she couldn't bring herself to buy it and move back permanently in her travels. Sticking to shacks and inns, Daenerys wondered what it would be like to have a home once more. Thoughts of Farkas, Vilkas and the rest of the companions filled her mind, and black lips turned up in a smile as she pushed open the gate doors and entered the great city.

"Hail, Dragonborn!"

"Fear not. Come dragon or giant, we'll be ready,"

"Whatever you need, Dragonborn. Just say the word,"

"Yes, Dovahkiin? How can I help you?"

The guards words entered her ears, but she did not acknowledge them. She had a mission, a personal quest, and she had no time for lollygagging. Passing Warmaidens and through the Plains District, the Dragonborn climbed the stairs into the Wind District. Jorrvaskr entered her golden sight and she gained a small spring to her step as she sprinted to her old home and came to the door.

Stopping short, her smile faltered as she raised her hand to open the old doors, wondering if she would even be accepted, let alone recognized. She hadn't caught sight of any of her old friends or new Companion members on the road, though in her defence, she was asleep most of the way. She didn't even know if Kodlak was still the Harbinger, or if the twins still lived here. What if they had all went their own ways, or died in the war? No one even knew that Daenerys had been a Nord until she was ten, or even that she lived here for that first decade of her life.

From the moment the Imperials had tried to cut off her head, and Alduin swooped in and destroyed Helgen, her past had been hidden and no one even bothered to ask. She was homeless, and nameless in most holds, and it was only now that this began to sink in. Gauntlet creaking as she made a fist, she dropped her hand and looked away. Who was she kidding? Her home was Cyrodiil, and it had been since her father died. How could she expect to call herself a true Nord or even a companion when she had been away for so long?

Sure, they accepted those into Jorrvaskr that they deemed worthy enough to fight as part of Ysgramor's legacy, but she had left them behind, living her life as an imperial for her whole life until she was named Dovah by the people of Skyrim.

Jolting back towards the door as it was opened, Aela stood and stared at the Dovahkiin for a long moment, unfamiliar grey eyes meeting yellow as the women stared one another down. A lot of time had passed, and being nearly forty now, with shoulder length hair opposed to the long hair she had before, not to mention the pink scars across her face, Daenerys was like an alien as she stood before her old friend.

"...I've come to speak to Kodlak," She forced herself to say, realizing then that she had been holding her breath.

"Ah, so you've come to join the Companions?" The huntress rose an eyebrow, "It is about time, Dragonborn, welcome to Jorrvaskr," Stepping aside, the archer let the Dovahkiin inside, shutting the door behind her as Daenerys took in the old sight of home.

The mead hall was as glorious as it had been in her youth, and the new members looked happy to be there, talking amongst themselves about weapons and recent contracts. This was what she had wanted her whole life, and now she finally had the chance to get it. Spotting Farkas, her face brightened and she moved to go greet her old friend before Aela stopped her with a hand on her arm and nodded towards the stairs to the living quarters.

"Kodlak will be in his room, let yourself in and he will see if you are fit to be one of us,"

"Aye..." The woman murmured, giving the man one last glance before making her way towards the stairs.

Aela walked towards her large Shield-Brother, putting her hands on her hips as she watched the Dragonborn descend the stairs, "About time the Dragonborn joined our ranks,"

"Hn, didn't think she would," Farkas grunted, crossing his arms, "But she smells familiar, and it pisses me off,"

"Aye, Brother, I'm sure Kodlak will allow her in, though I have heard whispers of her other factions. She seems to have a habit of joining every guild she can,"

"Then she won't be stayin' long," The large man said, looking to the huntress, "But if that's the case then why bother?"

"Perhaps she seeks glory like the others, I just hope that we can call her Shield-Sister until our end," Leaving Farkas, Aela went and sat down at the table, grabbing a tankard.

The scent had been familiar when he had first seen the Dragonborn three years before. Dressed in Imperial clothing, dirt on her face and looking lost, they had suggested she join their ranks, but it was clear that she had other responsibilities at the time. But that wasn't what bothered him. With his sense of smell heightened, Farkas could only think of one other girl when he saw and smelled her scent. His old friend had carried the same scent, and he wondered if the Dragonborn was a new sibling of hers or a daughter. Either way, he hadn't seen Daenerys in years, and he doubted that he would again.

Sighing and scratching at his beard, he went and sat at another place at the table, feasting upon the food that Tilma had set out. Maybe one day he would meet his old companion, for now they had the Dragonborn to deal with.