A/N: Last chapter for two weeks guys! Really sorry I won't be able to update!

Enjoy this one, hope it's not too much of a cliffhanger!

To the Guest who feels like I'm making Theon happy and not Jon - I'm sorry, but I will make Jon happy again eventually, I did say it would be a slow process :)

More when I get back, hope you'll all still be here!

:)

Reunions

"Call them off," Robb snarled at Stannis.

"She has been murdered!" he roared back.

"She would have murdered me! Call them off!" Robb demanded.

His own men were flooding the courtyard now and Stannis seemed to realise that he was hopelessly outnumbered, his already pale face turning even whiter.

"Leave them!" he shouted to his men then and they lowered their weapons and backed away from Jon and the dire wolves at once.

Robb went straight to Jon and they grabbed one another in a tight embrace, so many unspoken words and apologies passing between them as they held one another. Eventually Robb pulled away and they looked into each other's eyes for a moment, both of them reaching a silent understanding.

"Thank you," Robb said simply.

"You're my brother," Jon returned.

"Aye," he nodded, "always"

"Always," Jon agreed and they grasped hands for a brief moment.

They looked around then and saw Davos approach Stannis, the older man pulling him away from the body of Melisandre, Robb's own men coming forward to dispose of her. She would have to be burnt, just like all the other's had been after the fighting was done. The last thing any of them needed was her rising up again with cold, dead eyes. Robb clenched his fists then, his hands shaking almost uncontrollably. He had been seconds from death. Seconds. He looked at Jon again and saw the worry in his eyes before he took a deep breath, trying to smile reassuringly. He was done with the Wall he decided, if the Maester allowed they would leave at first light with Edmure. He would have to see Davos before they left, would he still want him to take Gendry now the threat to his life had been eliminated?

Elissa stared out into the distance, straining her eyes for any sign that the army was approaching, she knew Robb was on his way home, that he was due back at any time. She ached for him, after everything that had happened she wanted her arms around him, she wanted him to know how sorry she was. That she hadn't meant any of it. She loved him. She loved him more than anything. Her hands rested lightly against her stomach then, the Maester had confirmed her pregnancy now and she couldn't wait for Robb's eyes to light up when she told him the news. As she thought on that movement on the horizon caught her eye. It was him she just knew it, just from the tiny flicker of movement she just knew. Her face split into a wide smile then and she hurried down from the walls, heading across the courtyard and into the keep to get Torrhen, Robb would want them both when he arrived back.

When Robb rode under the gates he looked around for Elissa at once, his eyes landing on her as she made her way carefully down the steps, Torrhen tight in her arms. She looked different he noted, she looked utterly at peace and utterly beautiful as she beamed at him. He closed the gap between them at once, grabbing Torrhen from her as he called out for him, shifting him onto his hip and pulling his wife against his chest. Her arms came tight around him and he breathed in her sweet scent for a moment, savouring everything about her, letting his senses be consumed by her perfection.

"I'm so glad you're home," she breathed against him, clutching him closer.

"There was a moment I thought I'd never get here," he told her honestly and she tensed in his arms.

"You're not leaving me Robb Stark," she said firmly, pulling back to look into his eyes.

"No," he agreed, kissing her forehead, "no I'm not"

"I'm sorry, for everything I said and did …" she started, shaking her head.

"I understand," he cut her off.

"No you shouldn't have to. I was cruel, I should never have been so cruel," she insisted.

"Lissy I love you," he told her, "and I always will"

"I love you too," she promised him, nodding her head as tears stung her eyes.

Edmure was taken up to the chambers next to Roslin's, his wife flying from her own when she heard the movement in the hallway. She stopped dead when she saw him, part of her feeling as though she would collapse in relief. She knew he was still recovering, that he had a long road ahead of him but he was back and he was alive and that was all that mattered to her. She somehow stopped herself from throwing herself at him, letting the men take him into his new rooms and gently lay him on the bed, Maester Luwin following them in reading the letter that Maester Aemon had sent him about Edmure's health.

"He slips in and out of consciousness Maester Aemon says," he told Roslin as she came into the room.

"Has the fever left him?" she asked fearfully, looking at her husband's still face.

"Not entirely," he sighed, "but his wound is healing nicely"

"He'll be alright won't he?" she demanded of him.

"I will keep a close eye on him Lady Tully, but I believe so," he smiled at her.

She nodded then, managing to twitch her own lips up at him before she approached Edmure, gently sitting on the side of the bed and stroking her hand down his cheek softly. She took a deep breath then, willing herself not to cry, willing him to wake up. He had to wake up, he had to meet his son, his perfect little boy who was sleeping peacefully in the rooms next door. She pressed a kiss to his forehead then, feeling the clamminess of his skin. The fever had not yet left him but the Maester had seemed optimistic that it would when he had left. She let that thought comfort her as she gazed down at him, scared to look away for a second in case he opened those eyes.

"We have a son Edmure," she told him after a while, unable to stand the deafening silence anymore, "he is the most perfect little creature I ever laid eyes on. He's so strong and he has your eyes, he is so beautiful Edmure I can't wait for you to see him. Please wake up my darling, I don't know what to do without you, I feel so lost."

The tears came then and she brushed them away at once, breathing deeply and trying to regain her composure. She had to get herself together, she needed to be strong for Edmure and their boy. She wouldn't let them down, she couldn't let them down.

Gendry had decided to go with Robb in the end. Stannis was his Uncle but he had planned to murder him or so the King in the North had told him and Gendry couldn't see any reason why he would lie. His time with Arya had taught him how honest and honourable the Stark's were and knowing that she was back at Winterfell had made the decision that much easier. Davos had encouraged him to go as well, he thought he would do well in the North and perhaps have a chance at a proper future. Gendry longed for it and the King had already told him that he could take a job at the smiths. He was beyond grateful and had stuttered over his thanks as the King had smiled down on him.

He hadn't seen Arya yet, he had looked around the grounds for her but had seen no sign. He assumed she must be in the keep and he wasn't sure if he was allowed to venture in there, he wasn't sure of much at the moment, only that he was grateful. Harron was the blacksmith at Winterfell and he seemed a kind man with a round belly and greying hair around his temples. He seemed pleased that Gendry was there to ease some of his burdens, he had tested his skills when he had arrived and declared him talented indeed. Gendry almost glowed at his praise and he told him he could relax for the day after such a long journey and start properly in the morning. He had thanked him and was now sat outside the workshop, looking up at the keep and hoping that Arya would make an appearance soon. As annoying as she was he had missed being around her and he couldn't wait to see her again, knowing that she would be full of happiness at being reunited with her family.

Finally he saw her emerge, her eyes scanning the area as though looking for someone. He scrambled to his feet then and her eyes found his, a scream of delight leaving her mouth as she tore towards him. He barely had time to brace himself before she flung herself into his arms. He held her back tightly and tried not to cry, Gods he had missed this infuriating girl.

"You look different," he laughed when he pulled away, noting her dress and longer hair.

"Blame my mother," she said darkly and he laughed even harder.

"It's so good to see you again," he said honestly.

"I thought you were dead," she said seriously.

"I think that was the plan," he said, swallowing hard.

"Robb told us what happened," she whispered.

"It's over now, let's not dwell on it. How about you show me Winterfell?" he suggested.

"Alright," she grinned, grabbing his hand tightly and pulling him away.

Ana lay with her head rested against Theon's shoulder as his hand trailed lightly up and down her spine. They were in the old tower again, Theon had thought to bring furs this time and they were firmly wrapped up in them and each other. They didn't seem to be able to stop themselves now, whenever they saw one another they would end up making blissful love, spending days and nights together, unable to get enough. Ana thought he had saved her. Theon knew she had saved him. She sighed in satisfaction then and he smiled, turning his head to kiss her forehead.

"Are you happy Ana?" he asked her.

"Yes," she said, for the first time in a long time it was true, "are you happy?"

"Yes," he smiled more widely, clutching her more tightly to his side.

"I wish we could stay up here forever and never go back down," Ana sighed.

"The real world awaits us," Theon said, still making no move to get up.

"Just let us have one more minute," she said, snuggling closer to him.

"One more minute," he agreed, kissing her forehead again.

Robb lay Elissa gently down on the bed once her shift had fallen away, his lips leaving hers as she shifted herself to the middle of the bed, her stomach clenched in anticipation as he crawled up her body, trailing kisses along her. She moaned softly as he lingered at her breasts, they were more sensitive now that she was with child again and his attentions had her aching for him, her hands pulling him closer to her, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed his body against hers. He pushed slowly into her then and she moaned out more loudly. It had been too long, far too long since she had truly made love with Robb.

Elissa met his slow thrusts, their movement sending pleasure rolling through both of them as Robb moved his lips from her neck to her mouth, kissing her deeply as they continued on. Gods he had missed her. The real her. The soft, warm her not the cold, angry her that she had been before. He would never let her slip away again, his sweet, gentle Elissa who he loved with all his heart. She pulled her lips away then and he could feel her chest heaving against his as her ending drew ever closer. He pushed her legs up higher and thrust deeper, a cry leaving her perfect lips as he did so. Gods she felt good, he could never get enough of her, of having her like this.

"Robb!" she gasped out and he knew she was ready to fall.

"I love you Lissy," he growled out, thrusting once more and finishing both of them.

He rolled to her side after a moment and focused on steadying his breathing as she panted out next to him, coming down from her own height. After a while he rolled onto his side and let his hand wander down the valley of her breasts, her own hand coming to still his against her when he reached her stomach.

"I had some news while you were gone," she told him softly.

"What kind of news?" he asked her curiously.

"The best kind," she said, turning her head and smiling widely at him.

"Tell me," he urged her, a smile playing on his own lips.

"I'm with child," she said and he stared at her for a moment.

"Truly?" he managed to ask after a long moment of silence.

"Truly," she confirmed, "the Maester …" she went to continue but he cut her off with a kiss.

"I. Love. You. So. Much." He said meaningfully, punctuating each word with a kiss as she giggled under his lips.

Edmure stirred awake, his eyes blinking slowly, his mouth unbelievably dry as he tried to make out where he was. His head felt fuzzy and he slowly moved it, glancing around the room and seeing that he was alone. He could tell from the light coming in through the window that the sun was setting and he tentatively shifted himself up a little higher on the pillows. His stomach stabbed dully then and he inhaled sharply just as the door of the room opened. He barely had time to register his wife before she flew at him with a bundle in her arms he realised with a jolt was his baby.

"Roslin," he managed to croak as she lay the baby next to him and clutched his face in her hands.

"Can you hear me?" she asked him.

"Yes," he said, his voice less raspy now.

"Oh Gods Edmure!" she cried, repeatedly kissing his forehead, his cheeks, his lips, any place she could.

"Roslin," he said again, "my sweet Roslin …"

"I'm here, Gods I'm here … I love you Edmure," she blurted out.

"Our boy?" he breathed then and she smiled, finally pulling away from him.

"You were right," she said, lifting their son up again and bringing him closer to Edmure could see him.

"Perfect," he whispered, lifting one of his hands to stroke a finger down his son's cheek.

"When he wakes you will see he has your eyes," she told him, her eyes welling with tears.

"What have you named him?" he asked then, not able to look away from their baby.

"I haven't," Roslin told him, shaking her head, "not with you gone"

"Do you want to name him for your brother?" he asked.

"Olyvar?" Roslin questioned, surprised he had not wanted to name him for his father.

"I know you miss him," Edmure stated.

"I would love to," she breathed.

"Then Olyvar Tully it is," he smiled and she returned it gladly.

She couldn't believe it. He was here. He was with her again. Thank the Gods.

Jon jolted awake, he had the creeping feeling that someone was watching him and he reached for his sword at once, his heart pounding in his chest. He could see the outline of Ghost sleeping soundly on the floor next to his bed, he wasn't up and snarling and scratching to get out of the door as he had been the night the shadow had gone for Robb. Jon had let him out in an instant, terror gripping him as he'd followed his wolfs progress, watching as he'd flown through the air and barrelled into the red witch before she even had a chance to notice him. It had been uproar that followed but Jon didn't care that she was dead, all he cared about was that she had fallen before her magic could take Robb.

Stannis had sworn he had nothing to do with it, that he did not seek to murder Robb as he had too much respect for his father. Jon wasn't sure he believed him and neither was Robb but there was no proof and the would-be murderer was dead so they had no other choice than to let him go. He had left the day after Robb had and Jon was glad to see the back of him, he hoped that now Melisandre was dead whatever hold she had over him would lift. Davos seemed hopeful that he could counsel Stannis better now and had bid him farewell kindly. He seemed an honourable sort which seemed strange as he had once been a smuggler. So long as whatever Stannis was planning didn't affect the North Robb had told him that he couldn't care less.

Jon let his head fall back against the pillow then, running a hand through his hair. Things were better with Robb now; that had been the one good thing to come of the Wall being attacked. He had his brother back. He never thought that Robb could forgive him but he had put it aside and that meant more to Jon than he could explain. He wouldn't ruin things again. He would never be that stupid again. The hairs on the back of his neck seemed to stand on end then and he sat up sharply again, he still couldn't rid himself of the feeling that someone was watching him.

"Who's there?" he asked, feeling stupid. No doubt it was his imagination.

"I wondered how long it would take for you to notice," a mocking voice answered him.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Jon demanded, scrabbling for his sword.

"Relax," came the voice, its owner stepping out from the shadows, "I come in peace"

"Lord Tyrion?" Jon frowned and the Imp smiled widely.

"It's been a while bastard," he smirked.

A/N: Hope that's not too much of a cliffhanger! No ones life is hanging in the balance.

You'll find out why Tyrion's at the Wall next chapter.

More in two weeks when I'm back at home!

:)