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Chapter III – Life is full of lies

| Jon POV |

Sam, Lee and I sat on top of the Wall, looking at the surroundings, well, mostly Lee and I, since Sam's sight wasn't a good one and he was too afraid to look down. Lee sat reading a book, while Sam rested near the fire and I just observed, sometimes looking at my brothers and other times looking to the horizon.

"Aaah… Girls…" Sam muttered, a happy smile appearing on his face, he was probably dreaming about a girl. "God, that one needs to get laid." Lee commented, shaking his head. "We can't, we swore an oath." I replied.

"I know that, boy. I did the same, remember? But that doesn't change the fact that this one needs to fuck someone's brains out, just enough for him to stop annoying me about how girls are pretty."

Sam jumped, apparently something in his dreams did go as expected and he breathed heavily. "Are you finished?" Lee asked and Sam blushed. "Sorry…"

It took him a few moments to regain his composure and sit straight again, when he did, he turned to Lee.

"Tell me, Lee… I've never had a girl. Jon almost did, but couldn't. And you? Have you been with a girl?" I looked at Lee, interested in his reply.

"I am not interested in girls, I prefer boys and that is why I joined the Night's Watch. A lot of pretty boys indeed, where would be better than here?" Sam gasped and backed away, pressing his back on the wall, but Lee laughed.

"Joking. I did not bed a girl, sorry, pal." Sam sighed relieved and went to his previous position by the fire. I still stared at Lee. "So, Snow, almost, huh?"

"He didn't know where to put it." Sam said, laughing. "I do know where to put it!" I shouted angrily. Why did we always have to talk about girls?

"He is too honorable to screw a whore, Sam. Or maybe he is the one into boys." I slapped Lee in the back of his head because of the comment, but he just laughed. "Sorry, sorry, couldn't resist."

Lee had become a friend, we would eat together, train together, stay in watch together, and sometimes he even helped me out in the kitchen. But something about him did not seem right, like he had a big secret.

"Lee, may I ask you something?" Sam said, getting near the masked man. "Sure, what?"

"Why do you wear a mask?" I had been wondering that too, but never got the courage, or perhaps just wasn't that invasive, to ask.

"If I tell you, I would have to throw you off the Wall." Sam took it seriously again and gasped. "Again, joking. I was born with a defect, if someone sees it, they will never sleep again. I guess I am a broken thing."

I remembered Tyrion Lannister, he had a soft spot for bastards, cripples and broken things. Maybe Lee could fit in that category. "Oh, you can't be that ugly." Sam said sympathetically, probably feeling sorry for Lee now. But I stood silent.

"You are kind, Sam. You shouldn't be here. You should be a Maester, or maybe even teaching. But not here…" His voice was full with melancholy and sounded less husky than before and less masculine too.

"Our shift is over, guys." I called when the next watcher appeared out of the elevator. We got up and got ready to leave.

It was getting dark and I had to prepare the Lord Commander's supper. Sam went to his dorm while Lee followed me to the kitchens.

"The bastard son of the traitor." Alliser Thorne said while entering the kitchen, both me and Lee turned to look at him.

Earlier that day I had discovered that my father was being charged for treason and was locked up in King's Landing. It killed me to know I was here while my sisters were trapped with the Queen in that rat's nest.

Without thinking, I jumped and punched Thorne on the face, but couldn't do more when I Lee held me back with all his strength.

"Jon, stop!" He yelled, holding me from behind, while I fought back to keep hurting the man. I moved my arm in reflex and ended up hitting Lee, who flew back into a table. Then Commander Mormont entered the kitchen and I stopped.

"What is going on here?! Thorne, get out. And you… I told you not to do anything stupid!" He yelled at me once Thorne was out of the kitchen, I looked at the ground ashamed.

"You are grounded to your quarters, go." He yelled and I left, without looking back.

| Lee POV |

My back hurt when I hit the table behind me. Jon was really out of control. Luckily Lord Commander was quick and got there in time before he did something even more stupid. He deserved to be grounded.

I finished eating and felt sorry for Jon who hadn't eaten dinner, so I prepared him a plate and decided to take it to his quarters.

I knocked on the door, waiting for him to answer and heard Ghost, his direwolf, sniffing the door before it opened.

"Come in…" He said softly, letting me inside, I entered and the door closed, Ghost eyeing me suspiciously.

"I brought you supper…" I left the place on top of his bed and sat on a chair by it, not looking at him. My back still hurt.

"I am sorry about before… I overreacted. Did I hurt you?" Jon talked while sitting on the bed and taking the plate to eat. I shook my head, lying of course, since it had hurt like hell. "Thank you for the meal…"

"It was nothing. You really should control yourself… People are going to blame you for what they believe your father did, but you can't let yourself be influenced by it." I didn't believe Lord Eddard Stark was guilty, he was a noble and good man, there was no way in hell he would betray the King.

Jon probably noticed my way of thinking, as he smiled thankfully at me, I smiled back, but he couldn't see, of course.

He was finishing eating when Ghost growled to the door and both of us turned to look at him. "What is it, Ghost?" He asked, getting up, I followed.

"Is something out there?" He asked once more and Ghost whined. "Let him out, Jon." I said, looking at the boy and then to the direwolf.

He opened the door and Ghost ran outside, Jon and I following quickly, he stopped in front of Lord Commander's quarters and barked strongly. In seconds, Jon and I had our swords in hand, prepared for what we may find.

He knocked on the door. "Lord Commander! Are you there?" Jon called, but no answer came, then he pushed it open, looking around.

Before we had even completely entered the room, a man completely white with blue eyes and blue lips came onto us. A white walker.

Jon pierced its chest, but there was no effect. "We need fire." I yelled, looking around to find something, but the room was deprived of anything useful. It grabbed Jon by the throat, pinning his back against the cold wall.

I swung my sword and chopped its arm off, yes, it is an it, not a he, White Walkers are no longer humans, they are monsters.

Jon slid down the wall, gasping for air. The loss of an arm didn't seem to affect the monster that much, seeing that it just pulled the sword out of its own chest to use as a weapon. I felt myself panicking, fearing the worse could happen and I was ready to jump in front of the sword at any second.

The White Walker was about to swing the sword to hit Jon's heart when Lord Commander appeared on the door, holding a lamp and before I could think it through, I got it bare handed, holding for a little too long for my liking and threw at the White Walker, that caught on fire and died again.

"What was that?!" Jon yelled, looking at me. I held my wrist, in pain, what a great time to not be wearing gloves. "Lee!" He stopped in front of me, apparently his thought of the monster before us long gone, he looked at my burned hand, I tried to smile and reassure him. "It is nothing, will go away soon."

Lord Commander was in shock, staring at us. "We need to take care of your hand." Jon sounded concerned, but it didn't matter how much I tried to fake it didn't hurt, it did.

"Go take care of his hand, Snow." Lord Commander ordered, returning to his good sense. Jon was holding my good hand in a slip of second and dragged me to the kitchen, forcing me to sit on one bench so he could take a look on my hand.

I looked intently at him while he worked. I had panicked. When I saw him getting attacked I panicked. Why? Why did I panic like that? He is just a friend… Friends die all the time… But that wasn't the first time I had panicked around him…

On training, when he got too close, I panicked and kicked him on the jewels. I need to calm down… There is no room for panic when you are a sworn brother of the Night's Watch. Much less when you are a woman in the Night's Watch.

I flinched when a strange liquid touched my hand and I tried to pull it away, but Jon held my wrist to keep my hand still, I let out a small cry.

"Sorry." He apologized gently but kept touching my burned hand, until he finally wrapped it with bandages. "You will be fine…"

"Good, if I lose my hand, I will blame it on you." I tried to joke, but the look on his face stopped me. He seemed really concerned and almost suffering.

"Lee…" He called, barely more than a whisper. "Yes?"

"We are friends, right?" He asked, I had to lean closer to hear, he was looking me in the eyes and I felt like they could read me. "Yes, what is your point?"

"If we are friends… You would not hide something from me, would you?" Was he suspecting something? How could he? I never showed something, any signs, nothing!

"You are not just my friend… You are my brother… I would not hide anything from you, Jon." My heart ached from lying. He was my friend and brother. That is why I could never tell him my secret. It hurt me so much to lie.

Jon smiled and I leaned back, looking at my hand. "I think it will be better in a week or so, don't worry."

"Well, that gives me more time inside the Wall, so I won't die that soon. You are stuck with me." I joked, but Jon frowned and glared at me. "Oh, come on, I was joking!" He kept frowning and glaring. "Ok, ok. Sorry."

"You are not going to die. Not you, not Sam, or me. We are going to live." He stated seriously and I looked away.

"We are all going to die someday, Jon. Winter is coming, after all, for all of us. I should go, don't punch anyone while I am sleeping." I touched his arm as I got up for a reason I don't know why.

And left him alone.

That night, in the comfort of my room, without masks, without lies, was the first time I let myself cry to sleep. Because of the winter? Because of my lies? Because of Jon almost getting killed? I don't know. But I cried.

| Jon POV |

He lied to me. I know. When I looked him in the eyes and asked if he would hide something from me, he lied. But why? Why would someone lie so easily? Why would Lee, a friend, lie to me? I felt hurt and confused.

It shouldn't bother me so much. But yet, it did. Lee, my brother, was hiding something and by the looks of it, it was really big.

Perhaps it had something to do with his mask. Did he hurt someone and was hurt back because of that? Did he do something and is being pursued because of his crimes? What is his secret?

I felt frustrated for not knowing what it was and even more frustrated because Lee lied to me. He had saved my life, but still…

Frustrated and with a million theories appearing in my mind, I finally let myself sleep hearing the fire crepitating quietly.