FYI for everyone: this will be like my old story 'Wrath of the North' in that the WWs will essentially be a background threat. I'm not really good at 'Elfstone of Shannara' or Tolkien style large battles. The walkers will be mentioned, but they are not the point of the story.
Speaking of the point of the story, remember the genre is 'hurt/comfort.'
Longclaw 1-6: Jon and Bran were sent back to their old bodies, Rhaegal was pulled back in his adult form and ALSO exists at his current age in this point in history (IOW, there are two rhaegals). Also yes, Jon has taken care of Ramsay
Anarra: Don't worry, Jon got rid of Ramsay already
Jon landed Rhaegal outside the main hall of the Twins and swiftly dismounted. Like Harrenhall before it, the seeming impenetrable fortress was useless against a dragon. All barracks in the Frey's home were destroyed. That meant only the guards in the towers were left to stand in his way. Halting for a brief moment, Jon felt Bran as he warged into him. Bran was merely going to let Jon know if anyone he came across inside the fortress had been innocent in their future. As angry as Jon was, he wasn't a murderer and had no intention to kill anyone who never had a part in the Red Wedding. Bran would keep him from spilling innocent blood.
"Wait here Rhaegal. I won't be gone long."
Jon walked into the primary fort to find it in utter chaos. That was to be expected, seeing as he was razing parts of it to the ground. To be honest with himself, Jon was surprised no one was trying to stop him as he forced his way through the crowds of panicked smallfolk to locate Walder Frey's quarters. Then again, why would they? They hadn't seen him up close when he was divebombing the ramparts and garrisons on Rhaegal, how would they recognize him?
After forcing past the crowds, Jon found himself at the primary hall. This must have been where they killed Robb in his time. At the far end of the room, there were a series of guards trying to clear away a pile of debris that was blocking a door. Bran's presence in his mind let him know these guards were all part of the atrocity that their House had once committed, so they would not be spared now. Before he went on the attack, Jon chose to try something a little theatrical. Noticing an oil lamp hanging on the wall, an unlit one at that, Jon took it and poured the oil onto longclaw. Then, using another lamp that was lit, he set the oil on fire. Longclaw's blade became engulfed in fire, giving Jon a far more menacing and threatening look. With that, he strode forward.
One of the guards turned around when he was half was across the hall, and his eyes widened when he saw Jon's sword. Stumbling back into one of his fellow guards, the guard raised his hand and screamed (well, perhaps a better word would be shrieked), pointing towards the extremely angry figure that was just a few steps away. The rest of the group turned and saw a flash of light as longclaw was swung, slicing one of them almost in half. The guard cried out and fell over. Jon moved to the next one, stabbing them. Longclaw pierced their heart. Withdrawing his blade, Jon slashed at a third. This one too fell as his neck was cut open. By now, there were only two Freys left.
"We'll take him together, Walder." One of them said.
"Absolutely Lothar." The other said, drawing his sword.
"It won't matter" Jon said. "You both meet your end this day."
The two Freys attacked. Jon found it laughable how unskilled they were. He deflected each strike with ease. Even coordinated like they were, the two Freys were utterly outmatched. With a simple overhead swing, Jon forced one of them, the one called Lothar, to stumble. Unfortunately for him, he didn't get back as fast as he needed too. Some of the lit oil from Longclaw splashed off and fell into Lothar's eyes. He screamed in agony, dropping the sword.
"Lothar!" Walder shouted. His attention to his companion was a fatal mistake. Jon slashed him across the chest. With a scream, Walder fell.
The scream of his brother drew Lothar from the agony. He opened his eyes, and saw nothing. Horror fell upon Lothar as he realized he was blind. Seconds later, he felt his attacker's blade slice at his belly. His hands flew to his wound, and felt... what? Something warm and slippery. It took seconds to realize what had happened: the blade had cut him open, and he was holding his own intestines in his hands. Mortally wounded, Lothar fell forward, and felt something leathery. A final sense of horror came upon him as he realized he had fallen on his attacker's boot.
Jon slid his foot out from under Lothar, and stabbed down. Longclaw pierced the back of Lothar's head. With is opponents dispatched, Jon turned his gaze at the debris blocking the door. There was too much for him to move on his own.
"Bran, are there any other ways to where Walder Frey is?"
"Well, you just killed Black Walder. But there is a set of stairs outside the hall that can take you to the lord's chambers."
Upon ascending the stairs Bran mentioned, Jon found the correct level and walked into a moderately wide hallway. He saw several guards at the other end, and he knew they had crossbows thanks to Bran's foresight. He wasn't worried.
"Open fire!" One of the guards shouted. They didn't shoot in unison. This would prove fatal.
Jon advanced down the hallway, deflecting each bolt that was fired at him with Longclaw, which was still lit. Soon the guards had used up all of the bolts in their crossbows, and realized they needed to be reloaded. Jon had no intention of letting them. Before the majority of the guards had realized it, Jon was right on top of them. He counter-attacked with several swings of Longclaw. Two guards fell in just one swing. Another tried to bash Jon with his crossbow. Jon easily caught the weapon in his hand. He yanked the device away and slashed. The guard fell, leaving only one left. The guard tried to open the door to Walder's room, but Jon stabbed him through the back. The old Jon would have been appalled. But since he learned the truth of what had happened in the future he and Bran came from, Jon honestly didn't care how his enemies died. All they needed to do was be a target for his pent up rage.
Kicking the door open, Jon found his quarry cowering behind a desk. He walked around, pulled Walder to his feet, and placed Longclaw (which was no longer lit due to all the blood putting the fire out) at his throat.
"Walder Frey" Jon snarled. "I'm only going to saw this once: where are the letters Tywin Lannister sent you about his plan to ambush Robb Stark?"
Walder was so terrified he didn't ask Jon about how he knew of those letters. He merely pointed to a single drawer. Jon threw Walder to the floor and opened it. After quickly thumbing through them, he saw they were exactly what he needed. Without another word, Jon took the letters, turned and left the room.
Walder was confused, but mostly relieved that he was still alive. Indeed he was so relieved, he didn't see the giant eye looking through the window of his quarters. He never saw the dragonfire coming as Rhaegal let loose a blast of his breath.
Outside, Jon heard the screams of the soon to be permanently late Walder Frey. Upon feeling the heat die down, Jon reentered the room to see a hole in the wall, melting stone dripping from it, and a Walder Frey that was reduced to ashes. Not giving his enemy another glance, Jon crossed the room and stepped through the hole onto Rhaegal's head. Once he was firmly seated, Rhaegal flew back to where Jon left Bran and Rickon so he could pick his cousins up and continue their journey south.
Robb's Camp
"...that was about three days ago" Jon finished his story.
Robb, Catelyn, Edmure and Talisa were all slightly pale. Rickon looked excited at hearing the events witnessed from afar. Bran was just as emotionless as ever.
"I... I think I need to be excused." Edmure got up and left the tent. Jon thought Robb's uncle looked like he was about to be sick. He couldn't blame him: this wasn't the Edmure from after the Red Wedding. This was still the inexperienced dolt the Blackfish had to discipline.
"Jon..." Robb said. "I'm not going to pretend that I approve of your methods, but I am glad you preempted the ambush for me."
"What's wrong with my methods?"
"Jon, stabbing someone in the back, setting dragons..."
"Rhaegal is just one dragon."
"Regardless, setting him loose on smallfolk..."
"I didn't!" Jon stood up from his seat. "I told you I only hit their garrisons!"
"How do you know there weren't innocents there?" Talisa asked. "Also, what about the damage left at the Twins? How many innocent people are hurt now?"
Jon didn't have an answer. At least not immediately.
"This is war, your grace. People die in war."
"Jon!" Robb also stood from his seat. "Since when did you think THAT?! Father taught..."
"HE WASN'T MY FATHER!"
Everyone except Bran was left speechless. Jon hesitated to say more. He actually hoped this could stay under wraps. Now that he slipped up, he was reluctant to say anything else.
"That was a foolish hope Jon" Bran said. "You were always going to have to tell the whole story."
Jon cast an annoyed look at Bran, and then let out a reluctant sigh.
"Robb, I'm not your brother. I never was. Your father lied to everyone in Westeros. My mother was your aunt Lyanna. My real father was Rhaegar Targaryen."
Once again, all except Bran were struck speechless. Then, they all heard a thump. Looking in the direction of the sound revealed that Catelyn had fainted where she stood.
"MOTHER!" Robb went to his mother's side. Rickon was there next. Talisa was also there, checking to see if there were any injuries to her good mother's head.
Robb turned back to Jon a moment later. "I think we need to finish this later."
"I agree" Jon said and he turned around. He took a few steps when Robb called.
"Jon, whatever else there is, please just remember that I am glad you're here. You saved my wife... and my child."
Jon's eyes widened, and he spun back around to look at Talisa. "She's..."
"Yes Jon" Robb said. "My wife is pregnant."
Pregnant...
Jon's eyes began to water and he turned and fled. Robb was so stunned he forgot about Catelyn.
"He needs time Robb" Bran said. "He has suffered and lost much."
Outside, Jon didn't stop until he found Rhaegal. Reaching his giant friend's side, Jon stopped trying to resist the urge to start crying. Sinking to his knees, he wept.
This IS a hurt/comfort story.
Lets see if anyone can find the reference to Jurassic Park here.
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