A/N:

Hello people of Earth!

Yeah, well, third chapter.

Enjoy~~~

When the big door closed behind me, I felt like I was in a bit of trouble.

I looked around at Jon's quarters-chambers? Bedchambers? Whatever they call them.

He had a huge bed with furs on it, and there was a bath at the corner, and a big skin of a bear or another animal, I couldn't figure it out. There was also a shelf with bottles and a small desk. I guess he has a bigger desk at his official… office. There was also something that looked like a closet, a bookcase and a small fireplace.

Jon didn't say anything when I climbed over the railing but a gruff and angry 'we need to talk'. Then he led me to his room in awkward silence. We didn't go straight there, because he was called by Davos to sign a letter, approve an order and other lord-like business.

I put my guns down on the desk. I didn't know what to say, but I remembered I was angry myself. I let out some steam shooting, but seeing Jon now…

First, I was happy that at least he had time to talk. Then, when I went into his room, I felt like I did something bad because of his silence, but now… I wanted to yell at him for being a shitty friend. He started talking first, though.

"What were you thinking?" Jon asked angrily. I could hear he's trying not to raise his voice too much, but his jaws were clenched and he was a little bit more red than usual. He gave his 'I'm angry with you because you did something really dumb, and yet I though you're a smart person' look.

"When, where?" I demanded, a bit sarcastic. "Be more specific."

Jon sighed with a bit of anger. "Using a gun, here in Winterfell? In Westeros? You scared some people. They think you're a witch. People here are not fond of witches."

"Your sister asked me to teach her. Then she asked me to put on a show."

Jon looked at me in disbelief. "So you pledged yourself loyal to my sister?"

"What? No!" I was a bit confused.

"Then why are you doing everything she's asking for?"

I rolled my eyes at him, "Really, Jon. I wanted her to teach me fencing-"

"Fencing?"

"I think she calls it water-dancing. You know, her sword-fighting style." I sighed and leaned on the wall. "She wanted me to teach her my way of fighting in return. Then… she challenged me, and with all of these people watching, I felt like I need to…"

"Show off?" He sarcastically asked with a disapproving tone.

"Yup." And to that Jon just scratched his head in frustration. He untied his man-bun and ruffled his hair, clearly tired from the day, even though it was only mid-day by now. Maybe he was tired from my childish behavior. I know… I'm starting to get it too. It wasn't just showing off. It was also getting his attention. Someone's attention, anyway. But it's not my fault. He kind of left me alone with strangers.

It was my turn to get mad at him. "And where have you been? I was worried sick, and alone, and I don't know anyone here! You didn't even bother to introduce me to your family!" I felt my blood getting hotter with anger. "I thought the Dothraki guards were an enemy that kidnapped us. I almost killed them! I know it's been only two days, but is it too hard to come and tell me what is going on? It takes only three sentences and a bottle of wine to wash it down."

Jon looked a bit angry himself, again. "What do you want me to do, Andie? I have other responsibilities, and you know that! I had to learn of the things I've missed in my absence. I had to talk with so many people I haven't even met before. I had to plan the next move-"

"Okay, fine! Mr. King in the North, fine! You're an important different person here, I get it." I felt a small pinch in my heart still, because he didn't even come to check on me once. Being important isn't supposed to make you avoid someone at dinner, right? "I need to find my way back anyways."

Jon looked at me and I saw that any trace of anger in his eyes was replaced with guilt. "You know I can't help you with that. Not now."

Again, I couldn't help but feel bad for myself. I get it, he's in a war. He can't help me like I helped him. So if I can't go home…

"Let me help." I said and stepped towards him, "Let me fight at your side." He stared at me like I just fell from the moon through the fucking stone ceiling.

"What? No! I'm not letting you risk your life." He reached for my hands and held them, forcing me to come closer, "You made sure I was safe in New York," Then he looked me in the eyes. Damn, he's making my life much more difficult. "I'm not going to let you die in a strange world away from your family, and for a lost cause."

"A lost cause? Helping you defeat the ice-zombies-" "White Walkers." I pulled my hands away, a bit more forcefully than I intended, "The Walking Dead on Fucking Ice, I don't give a shit what you call them. It's not a lost cause. It's saving lives."

Jon clenched his jaw and looked at his longsword that was laying on the table, next to my guns. "You don't know how to do it. You're bad with a sword… I don't think the bullets will kill the wights or the Walkers." He paced around. "And it's not a good time either. The walkers grew their army. I'm not letting you out. I can't risk it. You'll die, Andie, or worse… you'll turn into one of them."

"Wouldn't it be cool, though?" I smirked and felt like I can try to cut the tension in the room, "I mean, practically cool."

"Andie, it's not a joke!" Jon scolded at me. "I saw good men, and good women turn into those things. It's never pretty."

I couldn't stop my stupid smirk. "Well, everything I do is pretty."

"Andie!" He cried out in frustration. Then he closed his eyes and took a big breath. "I will not see your eyes turn blue. I will not have your blood spilled. You are not going out of the castle, and that's an order." And with that he opened his eyes, waiting for my reaction.

I looked at him for a few seconds, shocked, then snorted. "You're giving me orders now? I'm not your lord-soldier-advisor-whatever."

"No, but I am the king in the north, and sadly for you, you are in the north." He was too close to me now, and I felt my back pressing against the desk. I hated that moment. I hate being told what to do, I hate not being able to help, I hate the fact that I feel something for someone who's pretty much closed the business 'cause he's already hit jackpot. I didn't plan to end up in that frozen wasteland, but I do want to help as long as I'm stuck here. He can't take that away from me. I don't care it's because he's worried for my well being, or even if he's right and it is dangerous. I don't care how kingly he is, I already know him a little bit. I saw him struggle with a vending machine and cry when Steve Trevor died. He can't impress me now.

I grabbed my guns behind me and shoved Jon away. "I respect you and your worries, but you didn't really learn anything about me, did you?" I quirked an eyebrow at him and went for the door. I had my hand on the big door handle, "I never respond well to authority." And with that I opened the door and got out of his room.

I was pissed off, I was angry. I wanted to punch something, and I knew exactly what to do.

I need to find Arya and keep on practicing kicking ass the Westerosi-Bravosi way.

After a long practice with a bow and some arrows, I felt much better. We were sitting together for dinner-Arya, Brienne, Podrick, Bronn and the Hound, who was eating his third chicken. There were a few others-Lord Baric, Tormund, another wildling and a brother of the Night's Watch.

"So, I said," I said after I swallowed whatever wine was left in my goblet, "'You motherfucking jerk, you can't fool me! I know you cheated on me after our first date you fucking moron! Go to fucking hell and never comeback, 'cause if you do, I have friends and they're CRAAAZY!' and just like that, that idiot decided he fell in love with me."

The Hound just looked at me for a while, chewing on his chicken. "Motherfucker?" He asked with a half-full mouth, "What the fuck is that kind of a cunt curse?"

"Well, I don't care what's the meaning of it, it's just satisfying to say." I said smartly and bit into a potato.

"Like 'cunt'." He said. It made me smile for some reason

"Well. When you say it sounds just right, but I don't know if it will sound as awesome with my American accent." I decided as I ate some peas.

"This blue-haired chick is as bad with language as you are." Tormund said. "Just like a wildling girl."

Brienne scoffed and rolled her eyes. She ate her food in silence. I knew she's the kind of person who doesn't like cursing. But it's so damn fun.

"Oh, and motherfucker is just the start! Do you know 'dickhead'? Or…. Well, I will always have a worm place in my heart for 'fuckwit', even though I don't say it too much."

And so went on the evening with cursing, swearing and drinking. It was easy to befriend Tormund. The Hound was a bit harder to crack. Well, I call him Clegane now, so I guess we've made some progress. The whole light-hearted conversation (and strong alcohol) helped me forget about being mad at Jon or about him being mad at me.

I got under my covers and snuggled sleepily, smiling to myself as I remembered the evening, and how I hit most of the targets with the arrows at first try.

"Lady Silver, Wake up!"

I was rudely shaken out of my sleep. I already felt a bit hungover as I slowly opened my eyes and saw one of the handmaids turning on the fire in my room. It was still dark outside. What is it with people waking me up so early here?

"What happened?" I asked, yawning.

She hurried to me and took off my blankets. What was her name again? Rose? Reese? Rene? I hate myself for forgetting.

"King Jon, m'lady, he wanted to see you at once."

"Wh-what?" I blinked. I thought Jon hated me after yesterday.

"Yes, m'lady, he said it's urgent."

I blinked and got out of bed and started to get ready. What could it be all about? Did he find a way for me to go back home so quickly? Did he regret his decision to keep me between the castle's walls? Am I going to join a secret meeting? Was he hurt? I hope everything is alright.

The handmaid, which I'm pretty sure was named Rosy, lead me through the hallways until we got to the big doors I recognized. She knocked and the doors opened. It was Jon, wearing all of his kingly gear and a freshly made man-bun.

"Your Grace, here's Lady Silver." She bowed and walked away.

I looked at her disappearing around the corner, then back at Jon. I was still upset with him. It was clear he was upset with me. He had something in his hand that I couldn't see clearly.

Jon just started to walk down the hallway. I guess I have to follow.

"What is it all about?" I asked after five minutes of silence. We walked up and down stairs, through secrete passages and twisted corridors. I felt like we're mostly going downstairs. I think we also moved to a different building.

"You said you wanted to help." He said in a gruff morning-voice, even though in my logic, 'morning' never starts before the sun is rising.

I blinked, lost for words. Did he really change his mind that fast? Did Jon feel bad for being over-protective when it's clear I can kick-ass? I mean, he saw me in action more than ones. I am capable of protecting myself and others, and he knows it.

We got to a small wooden door. I smelt some fireplace smoke and bread, flour and yeast. I looked at Jon quizzically, but he didn't look back. He just opened the door and called for someone, "Barry!" He yelled. It was loud in there.

A big blond man came towards us, wearing a big smile. He had a flour sack under his thick arm and flour all over his hands and forehead.

"Good morning, your Grace!" He said with a little bow to his head. I saw behind him big tables and bakers kneading dough. In the far distance giant stone ovens were burning. It started to get hot in there.

"Good morning, Barry." Jon smiled to him. "I brought help. Andie, meet our head baker, Barry."

Again, I found myself wordless. I am going to kill him.

"Good morning m'lady!" Barry said with such a bright smile that I couldn't not smile back. "Come to the kneading table when you done changing, will ya?" He gave a small bow to Jon and went to the kneading table.

Jon turned to me. He didn't smile, but I could see the annoying smugness in his eyes. The freaking jerk was enjoying that! I was fucking hungover and tired. How many hours did I sleep? Two? Three?

"Here," He said and handed me the thing he was holding. It was working clothes. "We have many men to feed this morning, and every pair of hands will help the bakers."

I wanted to be able to shoot lasers from my eyes. I looked at him and concentrated, hoping I can actually burn into his soul. "Jon…"

"You wanted to help." He said sharply. "Then help." He gestured with his eyes at the bundle of clothes in his hand. I looked down at it and sighed. He had a point. I won't admit it in front of him, of course.

I sighed in defeat and took the clothes. I turned to look for a place to change in, when I heard Jon say, "Good thing you have experience baking." And to that, I replied with a nice middle finger backwards.

A/N:

So... bread, someone? No, I'm kidding.

I know. there's a bit of tension here and Jon came out as a bit over-protective guy, but I guess he'll feel extra guilty if something happens to Andie because he's the reason she's in that dangerous world.

And the Hound is so going to make more appearances, cuz. ya'know, he's the Hound.

~A Girl Has Many Names~