I Do Not Own Game Of Thrones

Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death.

I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children.

I shall wear no crowns and win no glory.

I shall live and die at my post.

I am the sword in the darkness.

I am the watcher on the walls.

I am the shield that guards the realms of men.

I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come.

(JON SNOW)

"Commander, we go any slower than this and we won't be moving at all."

Sighing Jon looked over at Edd who was staring at Tormund who was very nearly falling off his horse. It was true they weren't going as fast as they could but it made more sense to teach Tormund how to ride now while they had the chance.

"Tormund said he wanted to learn how to ride better. And I doubt he would agree to ride behind one of us. Besides, we'll reach East Watch before Ser Davos. The only thing we'll be doing there is waiting."

"I'm not sitting behind anyone," Tormund said glaring at the two crows he called friends.

"He just wants to impress Brienne of Tarth," Edd smirked "After you died commander your sister Sansa showed up and Tormund had a wee little crush on her sworn sword and shield. I nearly died laughing when he fell off his horse in front of her."

"You think that's funny!"

Jon laughed as Tormund spat curses at Edd. It seemed he was right when he thought the Free Folk and the Nights watch could get along. His mood fell quickly though when he remembered the second part of that story. Edd and Tormund had died when Ramsay Bolton attacked the Castle Black searching for Sansa. Apparently, she had told them quite a few things when the Free Folk and his loyal brothers decided to stand against the Bolton Bastard instead of handing her over. Tormund had agreed to tell him what he knew on the way to the East Watch since Edd had been busy with his duties as new Lord Commander.

"I need to know who else to kill." He didn't know exactly what happened in Kings Landing and it was fortunate Sansa found a friend in Tormund. Her knowledge of what went on down south before and after his father was killed would be vital information when they began to plan for the future.

"His face was as red as his beard!" Edd laughed loudly.

"Speaking of beard. If you want to impress Lady Brienne you're gonna have to act like a proper southern gentleman." Jon said enjoying the look of horror on Tormund's face at the suggestion.

"Shut it, King crow," Tormund growled pulling himself back into the middle of his saddle as he started to slide again. "Might not even meet her this time around so what does it matter? Let's focus on fixing the shit world we live in and then maybe if we're still alive afterward I'll show you, boys, how a real man wins a lady's, heart. YA!"

Spurring his horse to keep up with Tormund Jon chuckled as Edd kept laughing not doing anything to stop hide is amusement.

"At least the trip won't be boring." And at the moment he didn't want boring. Too many dark thoughts in his mind to be left alone with them.

(TYRION LANNISTER)

"If my balls freeze off dear brother I will make sure to let the whores know it was your fault." Tyrion Lannister pulled his cloak tighter around his small body shivering when a harsh wind blew.

Jaime smirked as he rowed the little boat he and his brother had borrowed from the harbor at the Eastwatch. "Let me assure you, little brother, I will gladly receive their thanks for ridding them of you."

Wrapped in a bundle of expensive furs that were doing less than he hoped against the cold winds of the North Tyrion glared at his elder brother before sighing.

"We haven't spoken of it. We have to talk sometime." Tyrion said staring out at the sea. He didn't need to elaborate on what he was talking about, Jaime knew. It was the gaping chasm that had been dug between their once loving relationship.

Their father's death.

"No, we don't. Anything that happened in the future is now obsolete. You won't kill father this time." Jaime said firmly wishing to end the conversation then and there. He didn't want to talk about it or even think about it. As far as he was concerned his little brother did not kill their father.

"I won't," Tyrion agreed but hesitated before continuing. "Unless I have to."

Neither Lannister brother spoke again as their journey to the sea both silenced by the proclamation. The only sound around them was the soft swishing of the sea underneath them.

Tyrion stared down at his feet shifting uncomfortably. He didn't like the silence between him and his brother. Hated it even, but he couldn't promise that he wouldn't kill their father. Tywin was a monster in human skin and the sooner Jaime saw that the better.

It wasn't until an hour later that the silence between the two brothers was broken and it wasn't by Tyrion like the dwarf had predicted.

"There it is." the eldest Lannister brother said standing up rocking the small boat they were in.

Holding on tight to the side of the boat Tryion stood up on his seat looking past Jaime to the ship in the distance.

"Black Bertha." He whispered barely able to make out the galley in the night. The "Onion Knight" Ser Davos Seaworth's ship. It's blackened sails practically invisible in the night.

"Are you going to swoon when we meet Ser Davos brother?"

Tyrion snorted plopping back down on his seat. "If you had paid as much attention in class as you did on our sister's rear end, brother, you would know that Ser Davos was one of the most infamous smugglers in the Seven Kingdoms. And that Storms End is still around because of him. If not for him the Tyrells would have succeeded in starving Stannis forces. Or so some say."

"Hmm," Jaime grunted noncommittedly.

Tyrion sighed leaning up against the side of the boat. Jaime was in another one of his moods. One second they were best friends and loving brothers, then the next he had turned into the kin-slayer and Jaime shunned him or answered with the least amount of words possible.

"You think Jon will be willing to work with us?"

"Yes."

"Just like that." The dwarf thought as he turned his attention back to the ship that was getting ever closer.

He wished he had his brothers confidence going into this meeting but considering Jaime thought that the future was obsolete now that they were back he didn't think his brother grasped that the 'North remembers' isn't just words to scare people.

Jon likely wouldn't forgive them for what the Lannisters had put his family through and out here in the Bay of Seals it would be easy to dispose of them without anyone ever knowing.

The Lannister brothers would just become another of the thousands of casualties on the roads in the Seven Kingdoms. Their bodies at the bottom of the Bay of Seals never to be recovered.

Tyrion looked at his brother who didn't seem worried at all and scowled. Jaime had his hand back and was once again one of the best swordsmen in the Seven Kingdoms. His brother would have a half decent chance of fighting his way out but what about him. What should he do if a fight broke out? The answer was simple to him.

"I should've stayed in the brothel."

Ser Davos Seaworth

"They're here."

Standing on the deck of his ship Ser Davos leaned over the railing a smile splitting his face at the trio bobbing in the water next to his ship. One child, one brother of the Watch and one wildling.

"Are you going to let them up?" Melisandre's voice asked from behind him a tinge of amusement coloring her tone.

Ignoring her he pushed the rope ladder that was rolled up on the rail overboard and watched until the bottom splashed down next to the row boat before stepping back as the trio below began the ascent.

"You're quite giddy Ser Davos," Melisandre said walking up to stand beside him as Tormund's red hair appeared over the railing. "Is there a particular reason for your good mood?"

Davos didn't bother answering the question. It had been weeks since he had learned of Shireen's fate in the 'failed future' and he still wasn't willing to forgive the red priestess. He didn't know if he was ever going to be able to.

"You'll have to move past it sometime." He thought as Jon came up the ladder next. If they wanted to change the future he'd have to learn to get along with the woman. He had the distinct feeling that Jon would want him and her working together more often than not.

"Ser Davos," Jon held out a hand as Edd, the last of the three made it onto the ship. "It's good to see you again."

By passing the offered hand Davos pulled the Jon into a hug. "Last time I saw you, you were dead on a table."

Pulling back Davos held by the shoulders at arm's length looking over him. "You got small."

"Tends to happen when you wake up in the body of a child," Jon said to him before looking to the red woman. "Melisandre, good to see you as well."

"Likewise, Lord Snow." The red woman gave a small curtsy.

"I had the cooks make up some food when I saw your boat. We can talk more in the galley." Davos turned and led the group across the empty deck. The skeleton crew he had brought with him already asleep. "This way please."

"Right." Jon nodded. "We should get to work, we don't have a lot of time and there is so much we need to do."

Leading the group through Black Bertha's halls Davos looked down at Jon who was staring forward a hard look in his eyes.

He didn't like seeing that look in Jon's eyes when the boy was Lord Commander and saddled with the responsibilities of defending the wall. He liked it even less seeing it on Jon at a much younger age. Children shouldn't have those kinds of eyes.

"Maybe we should focus on other things. Not just the White Walkers or the War of the Five Kings."

XxX

(JON SNOW)

Jon looked up a Davos as they entered the empty galley. A single table had food piled on top mostly fish with dry foods and fruit.

"Is there something else we need to stop?" He asked the Onion Knight as they took their seats. Him between Davos and Tormund while Edd and Melisandre sat across from them. "If you know something that you think should be changed we need to know now to start planning. We only have a few years to get the Seven Kingdoms ready for the Night King's army."

He wasn't selfish and he knew that his friends had people they wanted to save as well and he couldn't ask them to put their family and friends to the side so they could focus on his family. He didn't want to ask them to do that. He wanted to change the world so it would be a better place for everyone, not just the Starks or the Wildlings. And not just for Davos and his family but every family that lived in the Seven Kingdoms.

"Yes and therein lies the problem. You want to start making plans and preparing for the future when you haven't even talked about the present or the past. You died Jon. I found your body." Davos closed his eyes as flashes of that night came back to him. Ghost howling, members of the Night Watch yelling. And most of all Jon's ice cold body and glassy wide-open eyes with nothing behind them.

"Maybe we should focus on coming to terms with the fact that we are in the past."

"I've come to terms with it," Jon said, despite the voice in the back of his head whispering to him. For the watch.

"And now I need to put my attention to the future. There is so much to get done and it will be even harder with only us knowing what needs to change. Entire armies have failed to change the Seven Kingdoms, we're only Six."

"Eight, actually."

Jon spun in his seat reflexively reaching for the sword that wasn't at his hip as the sound of a voice he knew all too well filled the room.

"Jaime fuckin Lannister." He growled snatching a kitchen knife from the table when he his brain caught up to his instincts.

He could see in his mind how the next few seconds would play out. He'd jump from his seat knife in hand, cross the room and bury the utensil in the blond bastard's knee bringing the Lannister down to size before slitting his throat.

And he would've done it if Davos and Tormund hadn't acted just as quick and grabbed his arms holding him in place.

Jaime with his signature devil may care smirk stepped into the galley moving to the side slightly making room for the second smaller figure to enter behind him.

"I told you he wouldn't be happy to see you brother," Tyrion said eying the small struggling black haired child. "Jon Snow, The Bastard of Winterfell."

"Tyrion Lannister, the Dwarf of Casterly rock." Jon was still glaring heatedly at the older Lannister brother but spared his old friend a nod before continuing to glare at Jaime.

Tyrion made his way across the room to the only occupied table and hopped up beside the pretty brunette dressed in red patting the bench next to him as he sat. "Come, brother, sit, we have much to discuss."

"No, we don't," Tormund growled and tore a piece of fish off and shoved it into his mouth. "Our plan is a simple one. No wildling or crow cares about the Iron Throne. Our enemy is the dead, not the living. All we have to do is keep Jon's family from going to King's Landing. And we can do that by killing you two here andnow then hiring someone to off your sister's oldest brat. All our problems solved."

Tormund looked at Jaime Lannister and smirked around his food. "That would be your brat as well, wouldn't it?"

"While that is a good plan, it has its flaws. Such as how will you defeat the White Walkers alone? Because you will be alone. Not a single person in the Seven Kingdoms who could actually help in our war against the dead will believe you." Tyrion sipped from his cup attempting to switch the subject. While he knew Jaime had no love for Joffery, he didn't either it would do good to start a fight. They were already at the disadvantage being Lannister's and the cause for much of the Seven Kingdoms problems.

"But you do?" Jon asked hopefully. He himself hadn't believed the stories until he saw the White Walkers with his own eyes.

Thousands of dead rising at Hardhome.

Blinking as the image vanished as quick as it came he kept his focus on Tyrion. The more intelligent of the two Lannister brothers. "You believe that they are real? That winter is coming?"

Tyrion looked away from the wildling to his fellow bastard. "That depends, are you going to kill us if I say no?"

Jaime tensed behind his younger brother hand flying to the hilt of his sword watching Ser Davos and the red-haired man. If they attacked he would go for them first, Jon no matter how skilled with a blade was still too young, his body too weak to be a danger.

"I apologize for Tormund's words, Tyrion. We were never going to kill you." Jon looked up to Jaime and with a face like he had swallowed a lemon he continued. "Either of you."

"Whether any of us like it or not personal grudges are in the past," He let his eyes wander around the table meeting everyone's eyes before focusing on Tyrion again. "We are all that stands between the army of the dead and the realm of men. Tyrion was right when he said no one would believe us. We're on our own."

"Not necessarily. Right now we are alone, and sorely outnumbered and outmatched. Now, I don't know when you gentlemen and lady came back, but when I took my last nap in the future the world had gone to shit. If the White Walkers attacked, the Wall would fall and the Seven Kingdoms would follow shortly after." Tyrion emptied his cup.

"After all the fighting man did against each other for the Iron throne our armies would not have been able to stand against a foreign conquest. Let alone a conquest led by legends that controlled an army comprised of the dead."

The room went silent each time traveler letting the words hang in the air. They all knew they were true. The War of the Five Kings had devastated the Seven Kingdoms.

"Brother, you've been uncomfortably silent back there. Anything to add to our burgeoning grand plan?"

Jon watched as Jaime shifted removing his hand from his sword but kept it at his side. He didn't want the oldest Lannister's input but he had been the one to say that personal feelings were to be put aside.

"The Night's Watch is what we need to work on first. We have time to settle other matters but the Wall needs to be reinforced if we are to survive the Night Walkers invasion." Jaime said and couldn't believe that he was actually discussing myths and children's tales as if they were true. But his brother trusted Jon Snow and considering everything that had happened he would give the boy the benefit of the doubt for now if he was willing to work with the family that had nearly caused the extinction of his own House. "The Lannister accounts and vaults won't miss a little withdraw here and there to fund our cause."

"Money isn't the problem. Our problem is manpower." Tyrion filled his goblet to the brim knocking on the bottom of his now empty bottle to get every drop. "Without men to guard the wall all our money might as well be dirt."

"We can handle the manpower," Tormund smirked. That was something that had been discussed on the way to this little meeting. "We have thousands of able-bodied wildlings willing to fight. Lord Crow has already agreed that in two years' time we will move everyone across the wall and set- up camps at the other castles."

Tyrion rubbed the bridge of his nose with a sigh. "That is something I would have liked to have known before we started our impromptu war council. These wildlings how well are they trained?"

"They can fight. All Free Folk are taught to fight."

"Yes but the Free Folk, will they follow orders from Jon? Can they learn how to form defensive formations? This is a war against a powerful enemy, not a raid on some village." The Dwarf shook his head. "If not we might as well be handing extra wights to the Night King on a silver platter. Or golden in our case."

"Tyrion!" Jon ordered.

Tyrion held up his hands. "I did not mean any offense. That is the way of their people is it not."

"Only because that is the way we were forced to live. Once we are beyond the wall the raids will stop. It was one of the conditions Jon had in his offer."

"Offer?"

Jon spoke before Tormund could continue. "In return for letting the free folk cross south of the Wall the raids and killing stop. I know it is how they've lived their lives for hundreds of years but in return for not being left at the mercy of the White Walkers, I think it's a fair trade. I want them to have better lives but if they can't change I won't put the lives of the people already living in the Gift in danger. We will just have to deal with them when they become Wights."

"That is very admirable of you but if the Free Folk break your rules and you execute the rule breakers will the others still follow you? Or will they turn on you and overrun Castle Black with their numbers?"

"We aren't like you southerners, dwarf," Tormund growled. "If we say we're going to do something. We do it."

Tyrion nodded but wasn't convinced. Even if Tormund spoke the truth of his people there would still be those who saw Jon's generosity as a weakness and would try to exploit it. There always are. In any culture.

But they would have to deal with it when it came. As right now there was nothing they could do.

"Until then let us focus on other matters. Food and housing for our soon to be guests."

And so it began, two bastards, a knight, a smuggler, a brother of the watch, a red priest and a wildling started to plan against the Seven Kingdoms to stop what they knew from coming to pass.

Tyrion tilted his head back and finished his glass of wine "And many more are to come."

Hope you guys like this chapter. Not much action and I know some people will not get why I didn't have Jon attack Jaime but I don't see his character doing something like that when there's so much more at stake.

Also, Joffrey. Let me know what you guys think of Joffrey taking the black and not being a total jackass. I hated the little bastard as much as the next guy but with Jaime and Tyrion in the know about the future I don't think it's a stretch for Jaime to at least try and change his son's fate.

P.S I don't like what happened to the Lannister kids. It wasn't their fault their parents sucked as parents. Cersei, Jaime, and Robert who wasn't their father but was still supposed to be their dad but decided to be a drunk instead. Glad the fat bastards dead. Anyone else?"

Thanks to everyone who is reading and let me know what you think so far in the reviews!