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"Of course my saviors were cat looking demons." Jaime mumbled as he walked towards the gates of Whiterun. "One looked taller than me and those claws…" He shivered, which amused his companion.

Aela laughed out loud. "Live a little, outlander! Some of the khajitt are good folk! These ones here saved your sorry arse."

Jaime could not help but chuckle. Aela had become a good friend, guiding him when Danica was too busy, which was most of the time anyway. However, Jaime performed his duties well. He served as a guard and assisted the acolytes whenever he was needed. Danica often protested that he worked too much beyond his shift but Jaime would just shrug it off.

And of course Danica became upset when Jaime prolonged the visit to the cat demons. She would moan about them saving him and how he should at least try to thank them. He theorized that it was the healer within her, a peace loving maester at that.

"I am still trying to come to terms of the many species here." Jaime drawled. "After the cats, show me the dwarves, my little brother would have quite a feast with them."

He could see it. Tyrion, probably drunk, giving some quips and jesting about gods know what. His brother, while a genius and very outgoing, did have his special, idiotic moments.

"Dwarves? You mean the dwemer?" She raised an eyebrow. "Where did you read about them?"

"Some book around the temple." He explained. "It just mentioned a few cities they had or have here in Skyrim, not sure. They are quite good at smithing, it said."

Aela let out a chuckle. "Wait, why would your brother be interested in the dwemer?"

"Well he is a dwarf, about this tall." Jaime motioned his hand to about his waist. "He was born like that, but he is the smartest man I know." 'And I miss him terribly.'

The companion smiled at the pride in Jaime's voice. He truly loved his little brother. "Well, while your brother sounds like a good little man, the dwemer were not, good or men I mean."

At Jaime's confused face, she explained more. "The dwemer were elves, you see, in fact the word mer means elf. They were… mad, though geniuses too." Aela frowned. "They enslaved an entire race of elves that we nords defeated thousands of years ago and then tried, according to some, to challenge the gods by creating their own golem, and powering it with the heart of a dead god."

Jaime stared at Aela for a few seconds, then burst out laughing. "You are shitting me. Challenging gods, then had the heart of a dead god? Did they also go to one of the moons here?"

Aela shrugged. "You may think that way, but once you visit their ruins, you will change your tune. They were advanced, outlander, and I mean very advanced. I guess greatness and madness are two sides of the same coin."

The knight almost recoiled at the phrase, it reminded him of a dark chapter of his life.

'BURN THEM ALL! BURN THEM!'

'Where are the Princess and her children?! Kingslayer, oathbreaker!'

Jaime shook his head. "Well, here we are."

The guards at the entrance of the city looked at them. "You were the one brought by the cat folk right?"

"And I also fainted at the look of them." Jaime quipped.

Aela and the guards laughed. "Well, outlander, let us test the theory. Will you screech and faint or let out a scream and run back to the city?"

Jaime just scowled and moved forward as the guards chuckled and opened the gates.

The knight was instantly drawn to a fire where a cat man was cooking what appeared fish. Jaime wanted to laugh at the irony. Did Tyrion mention that cats love fish back in the rock? In one of his drunken stupors he probably did.

One of the cat men approached then, fur black and mean looking, heavily armed with a great sword. "Greetings, to what may we be of service?"

Before, Jaime had the feeling he would recoil in horror and run away or faint, but now… he needed to suppress his amusement. They even purred when speaking. All thanks to his little brother and his comments.

"I am Jaime Lannister, ser." Jaime introduced himself. "I wanted to thank you and your clan for saving me a few weeks ago."

"Oh yes, this one recognizes you." The cat let out a chuckle. "You seemed very frightened."

"First time I see your kind, ser."

Aela and the cat looked at him then. "Ser?" The cat inquired.

"Are you not a warrior? Perhaps a knight?" Jaime prayed to the gods he did not offend the cat.

"Yes, a warrior, but a knight this one is not."

"Apologies." Jaime said.

The cat shook his head. "No, none to give, this one is quite intrigued with the term."

"We wanted to trade with you." Aela got the attention of the cat to her. "We need some healing potions, a few poisons for my arrows, you know the drill."

"Ah yes, if you could please come this way."

As they were guided closer to the caravan, Jaime could not help but ask. "Were you born here, ser?"

"No, this one is from Cyrodill, served in the Legions, but was kicked out after great war. Other khajiit served the Aldmeri Elves, so there was… eh mistrust for our kind."

Jaime could sympathize. People sneered and cursed his name. He still remembered Lord Eddard Stark's words as he was sitting in the throne of that absolute lunatic.

"Ri'saad!" Aela smirked. "We thought it was you helping this lost little man."

Jaime frowned at her comment but he finally let out a smirk. He found it funny.

There was a cat man that looked old, sitting on a carpet. His fur was dark grey, unlike the complete black of the soldier cat besides them.

Ri'saad seemed to smile. "The man seemed very frightened but this one is glad he is well."

"Thank you, my lord." Jaime nodded, which brought amusement around him. "Something I said?"

"This one is not a lord." Ri'saad chuckled. "Just a simple merchant traveling and doing his best to survive."

"Nevertheless, I am in your and your clan's debt." Jaime countered. "I thank you for saving my life."

The old cat man nodded slowly, smiling. "Of course." He then gestured with his claws. "Please, feel free to look at my products."

Aela continued chatting with the merchant, then paid him and finally, they were on their way back to the city. Going now towards the caravan were other nobles by their clothes, around four, often looking shifty. The guards were sneering at their backs.

"They are probably on moon sugar." Aela whispered to him as they reached the city. "It is addictive and illegal, of course."

"What does it do?" He could not help but ask.

"Makes you hallucinate mostly, and many end up in the streets due to it."

Jaime nodded, not wanting to ask further about such a thing. He already had his ale and wine to think about. Adding more would not do.

"Well outlander, want to finally make an appearance in Jorrvaskr?"

It was tempting, he had to admit. The sun was barely rising, and Danica told him his shift would begin tomorrow morning.

"Sure."

"For fuck's sake Torvar, shut up!" Someone shouted.

"Piss off, Farkas, you are not the storyteller this time!"

Skojr sighed but smiled nonetheless as the two continued arguing. The mead hall had always been a point of merriness and happiness, but these two would often go beyond the breaking point in their antics.

The veteran companion was sitting in the corner, smiling in amusement at the two arguing at the table and at Vilkas, who was skulking in the other corner. Athis was sneering at Njada Stonearm, who sneered back. 'The two should just go at it like rabbits and be done with it.' He smirked at the two violent lovebirds.

The main door opened and he turned to look at Aela and the new pup. Skjor had been slightly impressed when seeing him first against Aela but then the pup improved, and he defeated the huntress twice. No easy feat, even if her preference was archery. The outlander, as Aela called him, was intriguing, something new around the halls to gossip about. Though not officially a companion, Aela was clearly showing him the ropes.

"Ah, Skjor, you have met Jaime, have you?" Aela gestured at the outlander, who nodded at him, his posture relaxed though his instincts screamed otherwise. This Jaime was a warrior through and through.

"Yes, indeed I have." He nodded back at her, then turned to Jaime. "How are you, pup?"

He expected anger or at least irritation, but instead there was amusement and something else in the green eyes of the man. "Good, things considered. I did not faint when I thanked the cat demons for helping save my life."

Skjor let out a laugh. "That's good to know, pup. They are good folk, most of them. Sometimes… it is unfair on them you know?"

"I know the feeling, ser."

"The bloody hell is a ser?" Athis, the dark elf sitting close to them asked, looking at Jaime with a confused expression.

Jaime stared at him for a good few seconds at the red eyes of the elf before shaking his head. "A term for those in authority where I come from… for a knight, to start, or a warrior maybe."

The dark elf smirked. "Are you not the pup who got Aela on her arse yesterday?"

Aela just sneered at him. "Even if you and Njada tried, he would have you on your arses within seconds."

"As if I needed that bitch." Athis snarled.

Skjor was even more amused than before. "You two should just get it over with."

"I'd rather have at it with a troll than have something to do with that bitch!" He screamed, which made others look at him.

"Shut up, Athis!"

"Piss off, you drunken lunatic!"

Skjor smirked and looked at both Aela and Jaime. "Did I, at any moment, mention fucking?"

The pair laughed out loud, even as Athis began screaming at Torvar to be quiet, then Farkas came barreling to scream about a story.

"Like a little dog, always striving for attention that one." The deep voice of Vilkas had the three turn around.

"Ah Vilkas, nice to see you not skulking in the corner." Skjor smirked. "Farkas can tell a good story, though."

Vilkas sneered. "He is an idiot. Him and that drunken lout, Torvar. This mead hall used to ooze respect and awe, now it is a common tavern, as if we were rabble."

"Well… at least it is entertaining." Jaime responded, to the amusement of Skjor.

The deadly swordsman turned to him. "I see you defeated Aela already, a few times… care for a spar?"

Jaime almost wanted to jump. "I would be honored, ser."

Vilkas finally let out a smile. "Honored, he says… once you're on the ground, tasting the earth you will say otherwise."

"Nobody learned by being perfect."

The little quip of Jaime had both Skjor and Aela smile while Vilkas only looked at him, before letting out a smirk. "I see why Aela wants you to join, pup."

Skjor had a feral grin. Finally, the pup would see about the test, though the Harbinger would need to do the final approval however.

Farkas, Athis and Torvar were now looking at them. It seemed a little spectacle would follow.

"I do not need to tell you again that Vilkas is one of the most dangerous swordsmen in Skyrim." Aela told Jaime.

The knight understood. He had wanted this. He thrived when it came to battle, and now with his right hand, he could do so.

He never understood what really happened when he woke up in this strange land, but his instincts told him this was intentional. Somewhere, somehow, someone wanted him in Skyrim. For what purpose he knew not, but he wanted to make the best of it.

Farkas, on the sidelines, was taking bets from the other companions, to the displeasure of Vilkas, who sneered at his brother. Aela and Skjor were smirking at him, as if daring Jaime to actually do good against their best swordsman.

As he unsheathed his sword, a grin came upon his face. "To first blood, ser?"

Vilkas had a serious face, as if carved from stone. "Indeed." The smaller twin then unsheathed his own big, two handed sword. "Impress me, pup."

"Hear me roar!" Jaime roared with a smile and charged forth. This is what he lived for, the blood going all over at the thought of fighting great opponents.

Vilkas dodged the quick swing and then brought his great sword down upon Jaime, who then parried and used his elbow to strike the smaller twin in the midsection. This pushed the man back, but this was just a little exercise before the main battle.

Jaime literally felt in his instincts that this was just a warm up. Vilkas will bring down his all now, and by the way he looked at him, it was evident he was in the fight.

They clashed three times, the sweet sound of swords clashing going all over, once Jaime going down to the amusement of everyone but immediately coming back up and then Vilkas was down after a punch to his chest. Jaime was considered a complete fighter, despite his bad reputation. This had most gasping, the only one to be able to do that was Farkas, and that was due to his brute force and great skill with a great sword.

For Jaime it seemed like seconds, but others would say it went for almost an hour. They dodged, backpedaled then went back to the offensive. Vilkas was actually smiling, much to the shock of his shield brothers, but Aela knew the warrior within the man craved this, just as Jaime did.

Finally, Jaime dashed to the right, feinted and then slashed towards Vilkas. Prepared, Vilkas parried the strike and struck Jaime in his nose with a fisted gauntlet.

The former Lannister lord went a few steps back and touched his nose, and felt the blood coming. He looked at Vilkas, who was smiling and approaching him.

Jaime nodded at him. "Well fought, ser, your reputation precedes you."

To the astonishment of everyone, Vilkas laughed out loud and slapped Jaime's shoulder. "That was a good fight pup! You got my blood going!"

"I am sure you would give the best fighters where I come from a run for their coin, ser."

Jaime was not lying. Vilkas fought with utmost ferocity and cunning. He would win against the Mountain, that was a given, but maybe an opponent like Sandor and Brienne, or even the ever tricky Oberyn Martell he would be put at a stalemate. Ser Arthur Dayne would have had a very good fight, then defeat Vilkas naturally. Ser Barristan would probably defeat him, he was every tricky and strong as well.

'Wench...' He thought with sadness. He hoped she was well. Brienne would love it here, love the warrior spirit of these people and would have joined the Companions in a heartbeat. She could have been a good opponent for Vilkas as well.

"You were on your arse, Vilkas!" Torvar drunkenly shouted as Farkas laughed and slapped Jaime hard in the back, which moved the latter. He was extremely strong. He reminded Jaime of the Greatjon, another dangerous fighter. Jaime thought that a spar with Farkas would be good. He was almost as tall as the Mountain, and from the rumors while not as skilled as Vilkas, he was extremely strong and able.

As Jaime felt the slaps on his back as congratulations from the rest of the companions, Aela looked to the right and saw a guard, looking at the whole spectacle with cunning eyes. He then proceeded to write on a little book. She sneered, just what they needed.

The jarl was known to recruit from the best fighters that were not with the companions and that were nords. Jaime looked the part, with his blonde looks and tall stature. They would be aggressive in their recruiting, so they needed to go on the offensive first.

"Skjor, are you.."

"Aye, I am." He sneered at the guard, who then retreated quickly at the look of them both. "I need to speak to Vilkas."

Aela knew Jaime was extremely interested in joining them, after their discussions and his obsession over Ysgramor and the Five Hundred. He was also a warrior and soldier at heart, she knew. Aela would see him bored out of his mind standing guard at the temple but he looked alive when fighting, smiling and his eyes shining.

Vilkas was getting some wine to finally cut out the thirst when Skjor approached with a troubled expression.

"I believe we have a problem."

The smarter twin nodded. "I saw him, Jurgald. He is under orders of the jarl to look for good recruits, cannot fault him."

"Then you know we need to speak to the Harbinger." Skjor replied. "We cannot let them get Jaime."

"So it is Jaime now, not pup?" Vilkas asked with amusement. "I have to say, give him a year or so, and he will be the deadliest sword in Skyrim, mark my words."

Skjor looked almost baffled but nodded. "Aela did speak of his potential before, and you saw it too… remember that business with his right hand?"

Vilkas did. The outlander spoke as if he had lost his hand before, it seemed maddening but the more he saw Jaime and Aela interacting, the more he understood. That man was a noble, a soldier and commander that he was sure of. The way he stood relaxed but at a moment's notice to act, and quickly. It spoke of discipline and training. It impressed him.

"I will set a meeting with the Harbinger, tell Jaime and Aela to be there." Vilkas ordered. "Oh and please keep Jaime away from Torvar. I don't want him drunk off his arse while meeting the Harbinger."

Skjor laughed. "It will be done."

AN: I want to give this story my utmost. There was a question about romance and no, it will not be focused on that but there might be later. Jaime is not the dragonborn, either. However, about others showing up, well… cannot say but it is intriguing.