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He watched as Daryl tucked his knife into his pants and how the second direwolf just sat there staring. Jon still wasn't used to having another wolf around, not after he had left Winterfell. They ran in packs.

He looked away. They were all dead but this...he wasn't even sure what any of this was. Direwolves were with the Starks only and he had thought that that line had been cut off. But seeing this now was enough to change his mind. Maybe something happened along the road? Maybe his brothers hadn't been killed the way he had thought them to be. Maybe it was all lies.

Maybe...Too many maybes and not enough facts. He was scared and, in a way, relieved. The only question he had was what was this place. What time had they jumped into? Nothing felt the same as it did in Westeros, everyone here looked different. Life was different. Was this the past? Before the Seven Kingdoms? Was this the future? Or was all this happening at the same time just in a different realm?
"Y'think he'll stay up here?" Daryl asked, looking down at the wolf and then up to Jon.

Jon gave a little shrug. "I'm sure he will."

Daryl nodded and slung his crossbow across his back, taking a breath and preparing himself. "Y'coming?"

Jon shook his head. "They need protection up here too." He replied, although his mind fell only on Vera. He wanted to talk to her, wanted to know what it was about her that drew him in so cautiously.

"Alright."

"You're going to need to name him."

Daryl looked at Jon with a little bit of a laugh. "Never had a pet before. Don't think I'd know what to name him. Yours is Ghost right?" Jon nodded. "Why that?"

"He's white, like a Ghost. Quiet as one too." Jon could still remember the day they had found the wolves. A shadow fell over him when he saw his father's face again. It had been too long since he had seen that memory crawl up from the back of his mind.

"Makes sense." Daryl said before kneeling down in front of the wolf. "We found him out in the woods, squirrel caught in his teeth, on the defense." He reached his hand out and touched his head. "Hunter." He glanced up at Jon for some kind of approval. "That good?"

Jon smiled a little. "Sounds good to me."

Daryl looked again to Hunter and gave another smile. "Should I be this excited? Guess I'm more excited that Rick's let them in here. Quiet as a mouse he says." He finally stood up.

"Quiet as a mouse." Jon nodded at the words before he sat down, the furs he used to wear enough cushion to make him comfortable. "How many are down there?"

"Hell if I know. Apart of me don't even wanna find out."

They both broke off when footsteps came down the stairs. Dany entered, her face drawn and her eyes sad.

"Are you alright?" Daryl asked her, his eyes full of concern.

She looked up at him as if she were surprised to have heard his voice. "I am."

He gave her a smile that was full of disbelief.

"He can't go down there." She softly said.

"Who?"

"Rick. He can't. You can't let him."

"What are you talking about?" Jon asked, looking back up the stairs from where Dany had come from. "What's happened?"

"He needs rest, time away from all this."

"I think they all do."

Dany shook her head. "It's different."

Daryl was looking down at her like he understood everything she was saying. "Y"want me to keep him here?"

"He might listen to you..." She whispered, offering him a thankful slight smile before she made to walk away.

Jon watched her before he finally went to her, gently turning her to face him. "What's going on?"

"I have a terrible feeling about all of this."

"Daenerys, none of this will end good. Just like...like before."

Gently she took hold of his arm and looked into his eyes. "He has to stay."

Jon nodded as she stepped away and moved from him. His brows tensed and he looked back at Daryl who was equally confused.

"What's she talking bout anyways?" Daryl asked, his hand holding to the strap of his crossbow.

"I don't know." Jon replied simply.

Daryl nodded and Jon walked away. He was going to go look for Vera. He wasn't sure what it was that was making Dany so on edge, what it was that was scaring her because that's exactly what it looked like. He was sure that Rick could take care of himself but it seemed that Dany didn't think so or that she had seen something he hadn't.

Rick slowly forced himself down the stairs, his hand gripping onto the gun in its holster. He looked into the main area and saw that everyone was gathered except for Vera and Jon as well as Glenn who was keeping watch. He saw Dany standing where Maggie was, they were talking in hushed voices.

He drew in a deep breath. He wasn't sure if he could look into those probing eyes, those strange eyes that somehow glimpsed inside of him. He knew he had to though, he knew that going in there and setting things out was what had to be done.

Hesitantly he made his way inside, nodding to Daryl and Hershel who looked up at his arrival. Carl rose up, going to stand by him and he offered him a weak smile.

"Everyone ready?" He asked, bringing everyone else's attention to him as well.

And there was that violet stare, so full of concern and he wasn't even sure why. He looked at her, his own tense gaze attempting to soften but he quickly looked away.

"At your call." Daryl said, nodding. He glanced back at Dany and then again to Rick.

"I'm not going." Rick finally forced out, unable to look anyone in the eyes.

"Was thinking that you shouldn't.." Daryl said, complete understanding in his voice.

Rick looked to him and gave a nod and checked to see if anyone else was confused at his words. Surprisingly he found relief.

"In case something happens." Rick added. "Be careful down there."

"I've got Carl, Glenn. It'll be fine." Daryl said with a slight upturning of his lips before he went to go out and get Glenn.

Rick looked at everyone a last time and then turned around and headed back to the cell block. He heard the echoed sound of steps behind him and he quickly looked behind him.

Dany stood there, shocked by his gaze. He didn't say anything, he just looked away and let out a breath.

"I'm glad you didn't go." She softly said, that worry still heightened in her eyes.

"I don't know who you are or why you're worried but there isn't need to be. I'm fine." He stated, finality in his voice.

She gave a simply nod. "I came to ask if you think that this Governor from Woodbury will come anytime soon?"

He looked back to him, studying her almost and the sweetness of her voice. "Anytime now."

"I'd like to help."

"I couldn't ask you to do that." He shook his head, negating any protest and yet still she continued.

"You're not asking me. I'm offering my help." She gave a slight smile. Her presence was so strong to be around. The mother of dragons. This was ridiculous.

"I'm sure they'll be something." He said with a nod before he made to turn around again.

"Rick." She called out, her voice a bit hesitant.

Rick turned around, meeting her eyes again.

"If I could, I wouldn't leave here."

He wasn't sure what to say to that, what words that were left in him. Why could he identify with the pain in her and yet he had brushed Lori's aside? He took a deep breath. He couldn't sink back into that.

"Thank you." He said before pulling himself away and going up the stairs again.

Dany let out a sigh and lowered her eyes. She couldn't figure any of this out. What happened that had let her end up here, why it was she had been brought to this realm. Nothing made sense and yet she was perfectly fine with it. She had nothing back where she had come from. All she had was the endless snow and the cold.

Jon found Vera sitting outside a gun in her hands and her head lowered. He watched her a moment. The sun flowering down on her red hair and her eyes gleaming with her sadness. Harshly he swallowed and tried to convince himself that this wasn't supposed to matter. He couldn't let it happen again, the cycle of death he brought with him everywhere. So why didn't he walk away? Why didn't he leave her to her thoughts?

"Vera?" He called out, his voice soft so as not to startle her.

She looked up at him, her eyes not merely sad but entirely broken. "Jon." She said.

He came closer to her, standing next to her. "Are you alright?" He kicked himself for the question. Her father had just died, why would she be alright?

"I'm fine." She whispered, looking to him with a drawn smile.

"I'm sorry...for everything."

She shook her head. "Don't be. You tried."

He kept his eyes on her, trying not to break the silence that surrounded them but how could he not when there were so many things to say? What were those things? He didn't even know. He had never been too well with speaking to girls. What was he saying? He was a brother of the Night's Watch, he had sworn that all off. But what was the Night's Watch now? Nothing but tatters. Did that make his vows void as well?

She looked to him then, a small smile breaking through on to her face that was brought down by all the sorrow in her eyes. "Jon...nice to meet you."

She was looking at him, studying his face it seemed and a thought shot through his mind of taking her lips with his. He felt a surge of embarrassment crash through him.

The moment was broken when a shot was fired and hit the chain links of the fence. Jon jumped out, taking Vera back with one hand. He peered in the distance as more shots were fired. He saw what the group in the prison called cars, around five of them. Men were coming out of them, armed to the teeth. Rick came out of the prison, yelling for everyone to take cover and Jon felt fear take hold of him. Fear because these weren't walkers that could be slashed down by the heaviness of a blade. These were men who were more dangerous than anything else, did he ever know that.