A/N:

Ugh. Still in shock from the latest episode. Gosh, I just have so many feelings about it. (But I'll say this much, I was so disappointed in Jon.) Only one more episode left of Game of Thrones! Don't really know how I feel about that.

I'm not necessarily good at writing battle scenes but I swear I try my best. So here we go. It's a small but one hell of a chapter.

Jon whipped around just in time to see Locke lunge for him. He was quick to dodge the blow to his chest and immediately unsheathed Longclaw and with a snarl, attacked Locke. Jon found himself unfocused, having his mind worried about warning Robb, this made his blows sloppy and leaving him open to several attacks, something that Locke took note of.

Jon lunged at Locke, leaving his left shoulder exposed and Locke took his chance. He buried the tip of his sword into his shoulder and Jon hissed in pain as he drove it in deeper. Blood started seeping out the wound however Locke gave Jon no time to steady himself, pressing his advantage, Jon parried every blow but Locke continued to overpower him and eventually managed to disarm him. Jon backed away, ducking to avoid Locke's blade, until he stumbled and fell to the ground. His wound was burning and Jon tried his best not to think of it, he noticed Longclaw about two feet away from but Locke seemed to know what Jon was thinking and kicked it of his reach. He proceeded to kick Jon in the stomach, blinding Jon with pain.

Locke stood over Jon in triumph, wearing a sickening grin on his face. Jon braced himself as Locke raised his sword for the fatal blow. One moment Jon was looking his death in the face, and the next Ghost was tackling Locke, followed by his direwolf ripping the man's throat open. Ghost turned to Jon and he ran his hand through his fur in silent thanks. He recollected himself, picked up Longclaw and motioned to Ghost to follow him. He looked beyond the hill and noticed the Freys were already going around it, meaning the northern army most probably knew of their attack now. But Robb still needed to know that the Boltons had betrayed them, Jon wasn't even sure if all the houses were still loyal.

Jon ran as fast he could, with one hand pressed to his shoulder wound. As he neared the camp, Jon found that the fighting had already begun. Much of the camp was on fire, northern men were fighting each other and Jon could not tell who was on their side and neither could the soldiers. When he entered men started to attack him, Jon could not tell if they were purposefully doing it or simply cause they did not who to trust. Jon caught sight of a Frey soldier meaning the Freys had already joined the chaos. It did not matter now how large the northern army was as they were killing each other, the Freys had barely any work left.

Jon navigated through the burning camp, trying to find Robb or Talisa with Ghost defending his back. He ran into a tall man and was about the strike him when he recognized him as the Hound.

"Clegane." Jon growled suspiciously.

"I'm not the one who turned on you, boy." The Hound growled in response. Jon regarded him silently for a moment before giving him a stiff nod. The Hound had protected Arya for so long, Jon decided he could trust him to a degree.

"We need to find Robb." Jon said desperately, driving his sword into a Frey's chest.

The Hound grunted in response and covered Jon as he and Ghost rushed towards Robb's tent. They passed the kennels on their way and Jon quickly peeked inside to find Grey Wind lying dead on the floor, at least five arrows in him. He felt nauseous at the sight and heard Ghost whimper beside him. Jon could feel the pain his direwolf was in, he felt the sorrow it was feeling when it saw its brother laying cold and lifeless. A part of him wondered if Summer and Shaggydog sensed the lose of their litter mate. Jon forced himself out the kennel and back into the fighting but now he and Ghost fought with a renewed vigor.

Jon arrived at the tent where he had last spoken to Talisa to find Robb starring at it while the GreatJon defended him, bellowing at Robb in the process. Jon couldn't make out the words but shouted a warning when he saw a Bolton manage to cut down the GreatJon while he was shouting at Robb.

Jon immediately grabbed Robb, but Robb did not budge and continued to stare emotionlessly into the tent. Jon followed his gaze and his stomach lurched at what he saw. Talisa lay on the ground, starring vacantly at the roof, there were multiple stab wounds on her stomach. He remembered how excited Talisa was about her pregnancy and he couldn't imagine what Robb was going through. Not only did he lose his wife but he lost his child. A child who would never see the light of day. He felt the guilt coarse through him, he should have been able to do something. Jon forced himself to look away, and back at Robb.

"Robb, you have to get out of here." Jon said urgently, "Get back to Riverrun. Clegane will accompany you." The Hound who was fending off any attackers, glanced at Jon but did not say anything.

Robb did not move a muscle and Jon had to turn his attention back to the fight as more Bolton and Frey men came towards them. He fought, but he was tiring as the wound in his shoulder continued to burn. Jon drove his sword into the eye of a Frey, causing blood to splutter out and fall on Robb's face with a splat seemingly bringing him back to his surroundings.

Robb's eyes fell on Jon and Jon had never seen his brother's eyes so cold and lifeless. He observed Jon's injured state and turned to the Hound.

"You're not going to die for me, Clegane. Get out of here, take Jon with you to Riverrun."

The Hound glanced at Robb but did nothing to follow his orders. Jon gripped Robb's arm, "I'm not leaving without you." He declared vehemently, "If anyone is leaving it's you. Go back to Arya and Lady Stark."

Robb shook his head, "These are my men," He said as he gestured to the ensuing chaos around him, "My wife and my child. My mistakes. And I shall die with them."

Jon opened his mouth in protest however Robb cut him off as he took out his dagger, "You'll be a better King than I. Escape and show this damned realm what a real king is like." Robb continued, "If I come with you, they will hunt you down. Without me they'll just presume you died in the fighting."

Robb drove his dagger into the throat of a Bolton and turned back to Jon, "Not that I'm giving you a choice."

The next thing Jon knew Robb was driving his dagger deeper into Jon's wound. Jon screamed in agony and collapsed as he felt himself losing his consciousness. Robb looked at Jon apologetically, "Goodbye, brother." He said quietly and nodded in the Hound's direction. The Hound hesitated but obeyed when he noticed the flames spreading towards them.

Jon tried to muster all the strength he could to get up and protest as the Hound dragged him away with Ghost at their heels, ripping apart anyone who dared cross their path. Jon watched through his increasingly blurring eyesight as Robb unsheathed his sword to make a final stand, he watched as the Boltons and Freys made their way to him and crowded around his brother. Jon tried to scream and shout and clawed through the air in desperation as his eyes filled with tears until all went black.

A/N: And in those last moments Goodbye Brother plays in the background.

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