The Lions Protégée

Chapter 2 of my crossover story, enjoy.

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Chapter 2

Seated on the sofa in his family's home, Kevan Lannister glanced at his watch worriedly, before looking out the window at the billowing snow.

'Dorna is late, I hope she's alright...' He thought to himself. 'She usually calls if something is wrong, I just hope...'

He shook his head and tried to return his attention to the late night news. Due to the latest of the hour, his and Dorna's eight year old daughter Janei was in bed, asleep. Meanwhile, their twins, eighteen year old Martyn and Willem, were still up and waiting.

Martyn was reading a book while Willem played on his Nintendo DS. The twins couldn't be more different if they tried, even thought there was only a handful of ways to tell them apart. Such as Martyn being slightly, only slightly, shorter, having his hair cut short and neat and being somewhat introverted and a bookworm.

Meanwhile Willem kept his hair somewhat longer, unkempt and was fiery and outgoing, more into gaming and making things. Having noticed their father's preoccupation, both boys shared a look before turning to him.

"Dad…?" Willem began, somewhat uncertainly.

Kevan looked up. "Yes?"

It was Martyn who answered however. "Um, is everything alright?"

"Oh, yes, everything's fine, I just..." He sighed. "I'm sure it's nothing boys, but your mother is a little late getting home."

"In this weather..." Willem grimaced.

But their concerns were cut short when they heard the front door.

They knew it had to be Dorna and relief flooded them. Yet it was soon replaced with confusion, something seemed off. Finally, with the door closed and, after a pause, Dorna called out.

"Um, Kevan...boys, I need some help."

They all immediately stood and headed out into the hallway.

"Dorna, what..." Kevan began.

But he trailed off, eyes widening. The boys gasped when they saw it too. They saw Dorna, standing by the door, supported an unconscious young woman who looked to be in a bad way. Quickly recovering however they hurried forwards.

Immediately Martyn spoke. "Mom, what happened, who is she, is…?"

Dorna shook her head. "I don't know, I found her passed out in the middle of the street as I was going to the car. We need to get her warm, she's alive but very weak, and cold."

Kevan nodded. "Let's get her upstairs, she can use Lancel's room, he called and said he won't be here until tomorrow, if the weather lets up. He's staying in a hotel for the night."

Dorna nodded, relieved that her eldest son wasn't out driving in what could only be described as a snowstorm. But she quickly pushed that thought aside and with her husband's help, was able to get the young woman upstairs, the twins following, concerned.

Hearing the noises elsewhere in the house, eight year old Janei woke up, sitting up in bed and rubbing her eyes blearily.

'What's going on?' She wondered.

Getting out of bed she made her way to the door of her bedroom and paused. She knew it was well past her bedtime, but still, the noises made her curious, and a little bit worried. Her concerns winning out she opened the door and soon saw Martyn and Willem standing outside Lancel's room, talking together.
"Martyn, Willem?" She said, approaching them.

The twins turned, surprised; Janei, her hair a mess, rubbing one of her eyes, looked up at them.

"Janei, what are you, do you know what time it is?" Martyn began.

Janei nodded. "I...I heard noises."

Realizing Willem nodded. "Ah, it's okay Janei, mom found a young woman in trouble, she brought her here and we were just making her comfortable. But it's late, you should go back to bed."

Janei smiled and nodded, now knowing what was going on she wasn't as worried and so she did so, Willem going with her.

Meanwhile, in Lancel's room, Dorna bit her lip as she looked over the young woman, now in her eldest son's bed. They had removed her jacket, gloves, hat and boots and made sure she was comfortably tucked in under the blankets, trying to make her as warm as possible. While it had felt wrong, they had gone through her pockets, trying to find something, anything that could help them.

"Nothing." Kevan said. "No contact information, not wallet, not even a phone."

Dorna shook her head. "I don't know what to make of it Kevan, I mean, if we can't find anyone to contact."

Kevan sighed. "And she doesn't have a phone or anything...this smells fishy."

"I'm just worried about her." Dorna said with a small sigh. "We'll have to keep her warm, and safe. I'll keep an eye on her tonight."

Kevan just smiled softly. "I'll take a turn as well, don't burn yourself out Dorna."

She just nodded, that was, admittedly, one of the many thing Kevan loved about his wife, her selflessness.

Dorna then looked up. "Is Janei…?"

"The boys got her back to sleep...Dorna, this girl, look at her, her clothes, her, her hair, her...appearance..." Kevan replied.

He didn't need to finish, Dorna knew exactly what he meant. Their unexpected guest had all the looks of a woman who had been living on the streets.

"I know." Dorna replied. "That's why I couldn't leave her; she would've died."

"I know Dorna, I know." Kevan said softly. "But, maybe that's why, we couldn't find anyone to contact."

Dorna shuddered at the implications of that. "Poor girl, she's so young, she can't be any older than Lancel. She certainly must have family somewhere."

But it was clear to both of them, since their search had been fruitless, that the only way they could find anything like that out, was to wait for the young woman to finally wake up.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.