Warning: story contains BoyxBoy, swearing, violence and Mpreg. Thanks Ilywn for the review, you've have been such a good friend throughout the creation of this story, hope you enjoy this chapter =) Thank you to each and every one of you who favourite/ follow this story and continue to read this. This story will be finishing soon and the third book of the series will be uploaded.

All was quiet in the room as Daenery's threaded the stitch through the slice on Jojen's shoulder, being as delicate as she could, trying to avoid making the boy flinch in pain. "You're lucky Drogon was off his mark. A bit closer and he would have ripped your throat open." She said gently, as though that could be of some comfort to Jojen who's glare was leveled at the wall of James' old bedroom.

The room was still tainted by the smell of roses which wafted in from outside in the garden and not a single aspect of it seemed to have been disturbed from when they had woken up. To be honest, Jojen thought that maybe since the old world had been obliterated, maybe this cottage would have been destroyed with it, but no. Here they still were now, back on the coast by the sea on their pit stop to their true and final destination.

Moon light flooded in through the large glazed windows as the sky itself was cloudless, filled with the brilliance of millions of stars. The dark of it seemed to have been churned purple with the blaze of starlight. The meadow itself looked like the emerald had been bathed in silver and was now glowing. The sea although restless provided a nice melody and gentle breeze onto Jojen's heated skin as he was hunched forward, biting his lip to stop himself from crying out in pain as Daenery's went about her work.

He wouldn't give Drogon the satisfaction of knowing just how much he had hurt him.

"Just about- ah, done." She smiled cutting off the thread and checking over the wound to make sure that it seemed clean and not infected. But Jojen however quickly just slid his shirt over his head and turned his gaze out to the window, his senses spreading out as he focused intently on trying to feel the presence of a certain individual around the cottage.

And he was surprised right now how much easier it really was to sense James. Before whenever Jojen had tried to find his lover, back when they were in their old home, he had sometimes spent about half an hour looking around the keep trying to sense the flickering fire which was James' life force.

But right now, it was like James himself was blazing like a star. His own light seemingly have multiplied. Jojen wasn't sure what to put it down to but he sighed softly anyway, relieved to feel that the aura radiating off James wasn't angry much... any more anyway. When the boy had come too in the car, he had punched Jojen square in the face and then Drogon.

Then knocked both of their heads together.

Then nearly screamed fire at them.

Then passed back out again.

Yeah. It had been one of those loving, talkative drives after that, with the thick awkwardness hanging in the air... with a few of James flames which Drogon had fanned out after the roof had nearly been completely sheared off by the heat.

"So. You got my son pregnant." Daenerys growled.

Jojen groaned and turned quickly to see the scolding look across her face. "Well guess what. Technically we are married!" Jojen defended himself, taking a seat on James' favorite reading perch and pulling a pillow close to his chest. The sweet smell of roses, white chocolate and the other abstract of scents which belonged to James, still clung to the material.

Jojen closed his eye for a moment to take it all in.

Daenerys however just glared at the boy. "That was in another world. You of all people should have been able to predict how it would end up!"
"You should have predicted just how to handle two of your kids who even I still can't find, though you have had me looking for them for over three years now!" Jojen snapped. His eyes suddenly full of anger. "But there's just one problem now, isn't there! We can hardly remain here! The moment that bitch figures out what has happened, it won't be long till she, or Joffrey will be hot on our tail. And if we're really going to talk about making mistakes when it comes to Margaery, you let your son get crippled by her twice!"

Jojen didn't expect himself to outburst like that so suddenly, but he was exhausted. His mind was still swarming with the fact that he was going to be a dad. James... was pregnant. His husband. His Fiancee. His prince. He was pregnant...

As if enough crazy stuff didn't happen around him!

"Come down when you're ready." She said coldly, sweeping out the room and leaving Jojen to sit in silence by himself.

For a moment that's what he did. His mind was blank and his gaze just as empty. But the thoughts came back to him just as easily as the visions used to come to him. I used to think I'd never make it past my own naming day. He gazed down at his hands, flexing them and watching them almost as though he wasn't really sure that they were still his. I used to think that I'd be dead long before I even got to start my own family... now here it is and I can't even protect the one I love, any more than I could protect the child.

He ground his teeth together slowly.

Why was all this happening? Why with everything that has ever happened. That he had ever done. Why all of a sudden was this becoming his reality?

Why was it after he had already done his surviving to another, after giving up everything. Why was it now that his life was still the toy thing of those who found him amusing to play with.

Slowly he reached under the bed and pulled out a small metal chest, it's lining shined as though it was brand new and had been taken out of time. The black metal over the shinning pearl like one was beautiful, a testimony to the talent of it's crafting, but the part that caught Jojen's eye was heart shaped lock where the lid and the main trunk of the chest was sealed. The seam between the lid and the trunk was less than a hairline, impossible to see. Impregnable, unique and very much so rare.

Ripping the string necklace from himself he stared at the locket clasp for a long moment, it was a picture of James sat in Jojen's lap, the smaller boy's arms clasped tightly around Jojen's shoulders as both were beaming ear to ear, seconds away from kissing and their foreheads touching. Both impossibly happy. He couldn't stop himself as he ran his fingers over the outside of the heart outline of the photo and over the metal of the dragon wings which were the outline of the locket.

Slowly and with great care he reached down and pushed the locket into the clasp of the heart lock, his eyes keenly watching as it's wings mechanically folded out and spread wide across the front of the locks, tiny clicks echoing as it did so and the head of the dragon reared back slowly, then with a sudden and expected burst, the air tight lock released sending a clasp of dust in all directions.

Jojen reached in slowly and pulled out a scroll of paper, his eyes devouring the details of it, his fingers tentatively caressed the paper with a fond and pained smile tugging at the edge of his lips before he placed the paper into the back pocket of his jeans.

But as his hand reached into the locked box further, his grasp found the familiar items he was looking for.

"This time around." He whispered, pulling the dagger out and staring down at it as the anger boiled and rolled inside of him. "I'll end that bitch before she can take my family."

-Break-

The downstairs was relatively quiet, fortunately for Jojen. It meant that he could sneak past Daenerys who was in the kitchen talking with Drogon, cooking dinner with her son, both were talking about their situation, how they would have to leave very soon to avoid being found by Margaery and any of those who may have been working with her.

There was an endless list of threats, each worse than the next.

Each individually weighed on Jojen's mind.

Shaking his head he turned into the living room and was met with a cold hard look from turquoise eyes which could have held the essence of winter. Rather ironic considering the fire that Jojen had seen the boy breathe before.

James was lent back in the chair with a pillow across the front of his abdomen, his eyes like ice pointed daggers as he glared at Jojen with deep and seated anger. He was wearing a large jumper, about twice the normal size that he would wear at any other time, the sleeves reached down into his palms, just showing his fingers which clenched tightly into fists on the material of the pillow.

He looked so small and timid at that moment. Fear laced in his eyes with confusion, there must be so much going on which he couldn't even begin to understand. Everything that his mind was forcing him to believe was nothing but a complete lie. How much could that beautiful mind of James' take before it snapped. How many lives could be crammed into his life before finally it would snap?

His hair was it's usual spiked fringe and swept to the right, some spikes dropping to cover just over his eye, but his lip was between his teeth which look like they were grinding together. "U-uh hi Daniel-"
"Really now?" He stated impassively though his eyes were like an impaling sword making Jojen flinch back.
"James." The dark haired boy corrected himself quietly, watching how the other boy nodded slightly in approval. "So-"
"So." James snarled, sitting up a bit more and pulling his legs closer to himself, he was only wearing shorts on his lower half and his body was turned towards the fire which blazed away in the fireplace, the fresh logs of wood splintering loudly with the kindling while the television played in the background quietly. "Here he is ladies and gentlemen. The father of my child." James still said the words like he believe they were some sick joke that was being played on him.
"It's okay... you know?"
"What is." James snapped back irritably and Jojen turned his gaze sadly to the floor as again the pain in his heart from that hateful look felt like it was killing him.
"To be scared. I'm scared too, but we can get through this together."

Jojen turned his gaze back up slowly to see what James was thinking. A moment of silence had passed between them and he wasn't surprised to see the incredulous look from the boy mixed with annoyance as he pulled his arms tighter around himself and began trembling, shivers running visibly over him. It was such a strange sight to see, James in all their time had never trembled before from the cold... heck he had never even complained of it before! "Here." Jojen said softly, bringing a blanket over from one of the large couches and slowly he draped it around James' shoulders.

The boy wanted to look annoyed, angry even, but all he could was let out a soft gasp as he nuzzled his head into the warm blanket and sigh gently when his trembles died down slowly. His normally warm skin seemed a bit unnaturally pale in the glow of the fire and for a moment Jojen found himself noticing more differences. The gold which had always shined so beautifully in James' hair was brighter, so much like his mother's that now it seemed a ghostly silver white. Everything that had been warm about him, the smile on his face, the joy in his eyes, the way his skin felt like the comfort of a warm summer sun. It was like it was all fading slowly and leaving nothing behind but only the ice of winter.

For a moment both sat there in absolute silence. Neither daring to speak first as they were unsure what to do.

But when James finally spoke up, Jojen found himself surprised that James was so direct. "Did you know? When we-" He paused and blushed a bright red. Still as embarrassed to talk about sex as ever. "Did you know that-"
"I didn't, no." Jojen said gently and watched as James' eyes locked onto him for a long moment. "If I had of known then maybe."
"What's your name."
"Thomas-"

Immediately James' glare explode back full force as he narrowed his eyes. "Don't you dare lie to me." He snarled. "Don't even think about it. I'll know if you do."

In response Jojen raised his hands slightly and made his voice even softer. "My name is Jojen Reed." He paused and waited till James nodded. "How did you know I was lying-"
"Your heart." James said simply. "Ever since you've come in, it's been racing."

Jojen blushed brightly for a minute before James began to shift slightly, his eyes slowly sliding over something which was sticking out of Jojen's back pocket. "What is that?" He wondered outloud before Jojen pulled out the aged piece of paper and stared at it for a long moment. His eyes becoming fond and reminiscent. James couldn't understand why the boy's heart seemed to pick up again so fast at first, at least until Jojen held out the scroll of paper and it unrolled into James' lap. "Oh." He whispered, the words sounding more in awe than shock.

What James had thought to be paper at first was actually more of a canvas material. It's surface was rough, etched with colour and scraped with paint. It was beautiful, filled with such brightness and life that James barely had time to notice a couple of things, the first being that the material was so old and yet in such a great condition. It looked to be at least twenty years old, he wasn't sure how he could tell, but it seemed... familiar to him.

But the second surprise came when he saw that the painting itself on the cavas, other than of the brilliant meadow and hill it was painted of, him and Jojen were stood in the center, both kissing passionately with linged hands and rings of engagement on their fingers. The detail of James was amazing and down to everything perfectly. His eyes, his hair, his figure, the way he held himself. It was impossible but yet it was as real as he was.

He could feel Jojen's eyes wistfully looking over him in his studious look. "It's beautiful." James blushed, for a moment reaching up and touching his own lips nervously before he finally could look at it to more and with trembling fingers set it down. Taking small but sharp bursts of breath for a couple of minutes to regain himself. This doesn't make sense. It's all so sound and logical to my mind and yet none of it makes sense! His thoughts hissed sadly.

But even with everything that seemed strange he was finding himself clouding over. What he knew replaced with a strange familiarity of something which couldn't have been possible before. For example, knowing that Jojen had been lying about his name by the sound of his heart. James had no idea how he had known to do that, or even how he had done that.

But that didn't change the fact of their latest problem. One which involved Jojen now just as much as it did him.

"I need to show you something." He said, awkwardly shifting and his cheeks blushing once again. His hand smoothed over the pillow covering himself. His mouth was still a worried twist and his eyes looked resigned now, like the boy was close to just raising a white flag and giving in all together.

Gently Jojen reached out and took James' hands softly in his own. "It's okay. Whatever it is. If it's about seeing your body, you haven't got to be scared or ashamed. I've seen it all before." He added a slightly teasing tone at the end and watched James' eyes narrow with a slight burst of annoyance.
"Take this seriously Reed." A new voice snarled from the doorway.

Jojen looked up and blushed all the brighter seeing the angry looks from both James' mother and brother as they narrowed their eyes. Each had a supreme look of protection cast over James as they took hesitant steps into the room. Drogon had been the one to speak and Jojen swore he saw steam blazing from the boy's nostrils now, while flakes of embers spewed from his mouth. "Well towering inferno." Jojen stated, noticing from the corner of his eye the faint sparkle that entered James' and the slight smile which tugged at the edge of his mouth. "We live in a world of dragons, kings, blood magic and other such stuff. I find it pretty hard to take much seriously any more."
"Jojen."

The boy paused as James' voice purred over the words without him seeming to have noticed. It was just like the way that he had used to speak Jojen's name, soft and uttered with love. But now as Jojen looked at him, he could see that same hesitation come back into James' eyes as the boy looked almost scared to carry on what ever it was that he wanted to do. "It's okay. Whatever you need to say, just say it."
"We have a problem."

All eyes turned to Daenerys who had her eyes set harsh like stone. She was stood upright in the doorway unlike Drogon who was lent with arms crossed and a glare pointed at Jojen. She had her fingers laced together and her body was tense, at least that much was clear. She already had her coat and shoes back on, looking ready to leave at a moments call. "Word has got out that there is a storm forming over London and is head this way, and with James being pregnant."

All tried not to notice as James flinched at the open talk about it.

"It means." Daenerys continued. "We have to be careful about just how much we move him. His body is already having trouble with the fact of the pregnancy." She said the last bit rather quieter, but Jojen's gaze just became harder while his frown spoke for itself.
"What do you mean? It's not as though James is about to give birth! We've only just even found out that he is pregnant! He's not made of porcelain! A fact that you and Drogon could never come to accept!" He raged, ignoring the eldest dragon sibling's growls.
"Jojen?"
"What James-"

He froze after turning as his eyes locked onto the large bump which had started forming around James' abdomen.

James' face turned bright red and tears gathered around his eyes, but Jojen could barely notice. The pillow had been covering it before, but now he could easily it as the other boy turned sideways on to show how the bump had begin to take shape. No. That's just not possible! Jojen thought over and over as he stared at James. How?! How could this happen?! That can't be right-
"It seemed that Margaery was intent on getting what she wanted as soon as possible." Daenerys began while Jojen crouched next to James on the couch and cautiously put his arms around the other boy, wiping away James tears and holding him tight. "When she sped up the rate that James would be able to conceive, known to her or not, she has also sped up the rate that the baby grows inside of him."

Jojen looked down at the bump which had just been slender and lean skin but a few hours before, while Drogon picked up where his mother had been unable to continue. "This means that the baby is taking more from James than he can give at a time, plus it being a dragon baby, we don't know how it will develop. It seems already to be having an effect on James' core temperature, while also starving him of what he needs to eat and live off. God knows what else it could be doing to him." Drogon paused and looked between them all as he seethed flames, already grabbing his mother's car keys while Jojen wrapped James and scooped him up in a blanket, the boy was sobbing quietly and the very sound of it was breaking Jojen's heart.

But Drogen went and said what they were all thinking at that point. "The baby is growing too fast, taking too much out of James. It's killing him! Margaery will come to collect what she believes belongs to her and when she does she will get what she wants! James dead and a whole new little Dragon child who will not only have the best of James, but also of you douche bag!" Drogon shouted. "You've killed my brother!" He bellowed.

Silence followed quickly.

Jojen began to carry James out the door and back towards the car. "She's not taking my family." He said gently, his eyes turning back down to James who was now crying quietly. "And if you do die because of this baby?" He stared into James' eyes. "Then I'm coming with you." He slowly turned his eyes back up at Drogon. "You will finally get what you want. If James dies, you finally get to kill me. But first, I will watch Margaery die."

Drogon clicked his knuckles and tilted his neck so the sound of his bones echoed around him, but still the smirk on his face was enough for the first time to make Jojen slightly smile back. "That's a deal Doctor Dolittle."

The last thing Jojen caught sight of over his shoulder was as Drogon let a torrent of flames loose from his mouth and heard the mother of dragons whispering her approval. "For now we're on the run." She agreed. "There can't be anything tying us back. We have to go off grid and stay there."

So with a last longing look, Jojen tore his gaze away from the place where he had hoped that he and James may have had a future.

But just like his real one at the moment, it just seemed to go up in flames.