Jaime and Brienne were helping each other in their armor, silently. Gods, couldn't time have stopped last night, when Brienne had fallen asleep in his arms after they made love? Jaime wished it had stopped. Because now, not a full day after that, they were heading into the hardest and probably deadliest battle the world has ever seen. When they were finished, Brienne pulled him in a tight embrace, and Jaime wrapped his arms around her.

"Please, Jaime, please, whatever you are planning to do, don't do it. Please…" she pleaded, her voice breaking.

Jaime pulled away from her embrace and cupped her cheek with his hand, then placed a kiss on her forehead, before speaking.

"I will come back to you. I will always come back to you."

Brienne sighed and pulled his lips to hers. She kissed him with everything she had. And he kissed her back just the same. Then, they headed to the left flank, hand in hand.

'Please, Gods, do not let anything happen to her.' He prayed silently.

When they went outside, Brienne spotted Arya. While everyone saw that the girl was a remarkable warrior, far superior to many of the men who were going to fight, Brienne wished her safe in the crypts. Jaime knew that. So, he understood why Brienne left his side and tried to persuade the girl one more time, not that she would succeed. Jaime saw Tormund standing nearby. He sighed. He had no desire to rub salt in the wildling's wound, really – he respected the man. But he had to ask this of him. When Tormund saw Jaime walking toward him, he groaned angrily.

"What do you want?"

"Tormund, believe me, I have less desire for this conversation than you do. But what we like and want doesn't matter. Not when it concerns Brienne's safety."

Tormund looked at him angrily, but he was ready to listen to him, that much Jaime could tell.

"Look, I know you hate me, and you have every right to do it. I also know what she means to you. I need to ask you to protect her."

"I will die protecting her if I have to. Won't you?"

"Of course I will. I will do everything in my power to protect her. But I might die out there, in fact, I probably will. And if I do, I want you to promise me you will try your best to make sure she survives."

The wildling took a second, and the nodded.

"I will."

Jaime nodded at him gratefully. He sighed.

"I have one more thing to ask of you. I have something planned for this fight. It's dangerous, and when Brienne realizes what I am about to do, she will try to follow me. She can't, it's too risky, I would never risk her life after that. So, when the time comes, I want you to stop her from coming after me."

Tormund looked at Brienne, who was still fighting with Arya.

"Can't promise you that. She is strong, and she is even more stubborn. But I promise you I will try."

Jaime knew he was right, he just hoped it would be enough.

"Thank you, Tormund."

With that, Jaime turned to leave.

"Hey, pretty lordling"

Jaime turned around when Tormund called him.

"Stay alive."

Jaime smiled weakly.

"You, too."

Brienne was coming to the front of the flank. Jaime stood by her side and gently brushed her hand with his fingers.

"Arya is a warrior at heart. She wants to fight – for her home, for her family, for all of us. I know you of all people understand her."

She sighed.

"I know. I still don't like it though."

Jaime gently squeezed her hand with his. Just then, they heard the horn. Which meant just one thing – the dead had come.

"Are you ready for this?" she asked him as she drew her sword.

"As ready as you are.", he responded as he drew his.

It was far worse than they anticipated. Those things – they were endless, ruthless, they never yielded, never stopped. They kept coming, for every wight he killed, Jaime felt another two came. Daenerys and Jon were doing their best with the dragons, but there only so much they could do if they didn't want to burn their people too. The Night King was nowhere to be seen. Despair and death surrounded them – and it was beginning to consume him. Jaime looked at Brienne. She fought extraordinary, with such determination in her eyes. She was not losing hope. 'I have no right to be hopeless then.' Jaime thought. So he charged at the dead again, taking out as many of them as he could.

And then they heard it.

A dragon's roar. But not Drogon's or Rhaegal's.

That roar sounded like death.

Jaime looked up.

The Night King was preparing to land with the dead dragon. Jon and Rhaegal obviously saw that too and they flew in the same direction.

Now was the time.

Jaime looked at Brienne. He wanted to tell her how much he loved her, how amazing she was and how meeting her was the best thing that had ever happened in his life. But there was no time for that. So he just called out Tormund, and when the wildling saw him, Jaime just nodded, before charging right to where the Night King was.

Brienne saw him and realized what he was about to do. She tried to follow him, but both Tormund and Podrick tried to stop her. She fought them as hard as she could, she screamed his name, begging him to stop this foolishness. But he didn't stop. The wights attacked them again, almost overrun them. She had to fight them now, they were in her way to Jaime. So she fought harder than she had before, harder than ever. Because she had to stop him.

The two dragons were fighting each other as they were lowering toward the ground. The two dragons were biting each other's throats when the landed. Both the Night King and Jon got off the dragons and were walking toward each other. This was the moment. Jaime ran as fast as he could. In seconds, he was right next to the wight dragon. He took out the dragon glass dagger he had. 'It is happening almost too easily', he thought He stuck it in the beast's body right as it hit him hard in the head with its tail. The last thing Jaime saw before everything disappeared was the Night King looking at him.

AN: I suck at battle scenes. It is the first time I have written one, and I know it sucked big time. The chapter is rather short, but if I had included the next part I planned to be in this chapter, it would've become too long, so I split it into two chapters. Also, while I don't have the way they handled the battle and Arya killing him, I always planned for it to end this way. Let me know what you think!