I Don't Own Game of Thrones, the Song of Ice and Fire or any of their Characters

Jorah's Terms

A WEEK AND A HALF EARLIER…

Hmm, so this is where he lives. Jorak mused as he took in his surroundings. The Targaryen house was a cozy little abode just outside of London. He had to give credit that it was a rather nice place. But he also hoped that Viserys would be able to keep it up after he pays him back. £10,000 may not seem much to him, but it was still his money. It was time to pay the piper.

His thoughts came to a halt as his eyes landed on the photos on the wall behind a couch in the family room. There he saw several pictures of Viserys and his family. He knew that his parents and older brother were deceased so all the family he had left was his little sister. Whose best picture was of her in what appeared to be her high school graduation.

He lingered on her face for a moment. She looked familiar. And it wasn't like silver hair was a common hair color. Where had he seen her before?

His thinking was interrupted when he heard keys jingle in the door. Ah, Viserys was home. Whas he in for a surprise.

"Dany!"He yelled as he shut the door behind him while staring at a few pieces of mail in his hand. "The internet is overdue! I thought you were going to pay it yesterday."

Jorah decided to let his presence be known. "Hello, Viserys."

The man in question yelped as soon as he heard his voice. He jumped back, mail slipping from his hands and scattering on the floor. "Who's there?"

"It's only me." He stepped into the light.

Viserys let out a nervous laugh. "Oh, Jorah, my old friend!"

Jorah waved. "I found your spare key and let myself in. I hope you don't mind?"

He gulped. "Of course not! You are most certainly always welcome here. Can I offer you some tea?"

"Thank you." His reply was flat. "Put the kettle on. I'll make myself comfortable and then we can talk."

Viserys coughed. "Of course, I look forward to it."

Oh, I bet you are. Jorah thought as the other man went into the kitchen. He'd loaned the money to him two months ago and it was time to pay up. The private investigator that he hired had been following him ever since. And he had uncovered some interesting information. Information that Jorah was prepared to use unless Viserys paid up.

The man in question returned to the family room with a tray in his hands. "Here we are. I hope you like chamomile."

"It's fine."

"Milk or sugar?"

"Two cubes will be just fine."

He let two cubes of sugar drop into the tea before handing it to him. Jorah took it with a nod of 'thank you' and leaned back against the couch.

Viserys took his own seat opposite of him, lifting the cup to his lips. He lets out an exaggerated sigh of bliss. "I love a good cup of tea. Don't you, my friend?"

"Let's skip the pleasantries." Jorah said after taking a sip and put the cup down. "You know why I'm here."

The other man choked on his tea and offered a sheepish smile. "Ah, yes, about that…"

"Where's my money, Viserys? I've lent you a sufficient amount of funds to help out with your little schemes." He tapped his finger on his crossed knee. "Payment due."

The adam's apple in the other man's throat went up and down. "Absolutely! I certainly will! But, you see, the problem with that is...I don't have it yet."

Jorah's eyes narrowed. I knew it. "Oh, what a shame."

Viserys lifted his hands with a nervous laugh. "But don't worry, I'll get it to you soon! I swear!"

He fought not to roll his eyes. "I want my money now, as was agreed when I wrote you the check."

"It's a little more tricky than that. You see, I lost it. At a casino."

"Casino? You bet it all, did you?"

"I did, and I lost it all in a bad game of poker."

This was getting a little tedious even for him. Enough was enough. "I think that just about settles for your excuses, you Git. You really think I would just let you take my money and not keep watch on it?" He opened his satchel and took out a manilla envelope, throwing it on the table while giving him a pointed look. "Open it."

The now sweaty man took the envelope and opened its contents. He looked and flipped through the photos. His face getting paler the deeper he looked. Once he saw all of them, his eyes filled with terror as they looked up at Jorah's "I can explain."

"I'm sure you can." Jorah replied sarcastically. "However, I knew you were dirty the moment I met you. I work for the authorities afterall. But know this, all I have to do is turn this in to Scotland Yard, and you'll be arrested by the end of the week. Unless you give me my money. Now."

Viserys' whole body started to shake. "I don't have it."

Jorah stood up from the couch, pulling his satchel on. "Then I guess we have no more to discuss. I'm reporting your drug dealing and you'll be in cuffs within a few days. Get your deeds settled." He nodded his head towards the now scattered photos. "You can keep those. I have several copies. Good day." He almost made it to the door and went to open it when a heavy weight pulled his leg back. Looking down he saw Viserys holding onto his leg in a vice grip.

"Give me more time!" He looked up at him, eyes tearing up and nose running. "Please, Jorah, don't go to the police! Just give me a few more weeks! I'll die!"

"What a pity." Jorah mused with no sympathy whatsoever. "You should have thought of that before you bought a brick of cocaine. Did you really think you would get rich from giving away free samples and spending what was left on lottery tickets?"

The man was still clinging to his leg. "I was desperate! I still am! Please, I'll do anything!"

"Too late." Jorah finally wrenched his leg out his grip and opened the door. "You're finished."

"Wait! I…" Viserys looked around desperately. "Dany! She can fix this!"

"Have your sister pay off your debt?" Jorah went to leave again. "Aren't you old enough to pay for your own bills?"

"Not money! I'm saying you can have her!"

That caught his attention. He still held the door open as he looked over his shoulder at the cowering man. "What did you say?"

"You're not seeing anyone, right? And I noticed you don't have a wedding ring." He sniffed and got back to his feet, dusting himself off. "You can have my sister."

Jorah wasn't one-hundred percent sure he was understanding the fool. "What exactly are you offering me, Viserys? For me to sleep with your sister? Do you really think I lack for female company to the point where I would just take any woman you throw at me?"

"But she's beautiful! She is!" He insisted. "Daenerys is not just any random woman. Here!" He took a picture from the wall. "See? You can have her for as long as you want!"

He rolled his eyes but took the picture. "I've already seen her graduation photo. I know what your sister looks like." He paused as he registered the name. "Daenerys? I thought you called her Dany."

"It's her nickname. Everyone's called her that since she was young."

Jorah looked at the more recent photo of the lady in question. Once more those eyes were looking into his and he could help the flood of memories that assaulted him.

House in flames…

...screams of a young girl coming from the inside

Multiple men being taken away in handcuffs…

...climbing to the second story

Window shatters from his boot

...a huddled figure hiding in a closet

The fire roaring…

...the smoke blinding

The girl in his arms shaking…

...silver hair blowing in the wind

Soot covered face looks up at him…

...lilac eyes open and meet his

Jorah shakes himself out the flashback. He looks around. That's right, he was at Viserys' home. The one he shared with his sister...Daenerys.

He remembered her now. It had been thirteen years ago, but he remembered her. The reason why he quit consulting with sex crimes and moved on to homicide. It was her. But could he really accept this form of 'payment' from her brother? "Why would she agree to this? Going home with a complete stranger, what would she get out of it?"

Viserys sniffed and rubbed his nose with his sleeve. "She'd do anything for me. I'm the only family she has."

That made Jorah narrowed his eyes. "Yet, I can tell by the way you regard her that she already pays all the bills and all of your debts as it is. The role applies to her as well. She's your only family left. Why would you just give her up?"

"I'm doing what I have to to survive!" He argued. "She'll understand."

"Oh she'll understand alright." Jorah agreed. "That you're a backstabbing coward that would rather send his sister off with a complete stranger to save his own skin instead of take responsibility for his actions."

"Family always look out for each other!" He insisted.

"And where does your part come in?" The older man countered. "As the older brother, shouldn't you be doing everything in your power to make sure that she's taken care of?" Viserys stayed silent. How much of a coward could someone truly be? This man had no backbone whatsoever.

Perhaps the girl would indeed be better off with me afterall. He mused. With a brother like this, anyone would be glad to be rid of him. He stopped himself when he realized where his mind was going. Was he actually considering this offer? Why would this girl agree to stay with a man she didn't know. Then again, would she want the only family she had sent to prison? But also, what if he were someone else?

Looking at Viserys' shaking for, he could already tell that this man would let him do anything to his sister. What if he used her another way to get the money? Would she truly be safe if Jorah walked away and let the authorities handle this? Would they get here in time? Or would the time let Viserys weasel his way to sell her to someone else in a desperate attempt to get the money?

Jorah made his decision. "Alright, I accept your offer. She will come live with me at my home for one full month. She does this, I will consider your debt paid. On one condition."

A new light appeared in his eyes and he nodded eagerly. "Of course, anything!"

"She has to agree." Jorah said, making Viserys' jaw drop. "I'm not taking her against her will. If she agrees to come with me and stay for one month, the debt will be forgotten. Should she not, I'll report you." He takes a glance at his watch, he has a case to work on. "I have to go. I'll come back in about a week or so. Maybe you can pay me back a little of what you owe by then."

"Thank you!" He squealed. "Thank you so much for understanding, Jorah!"

"Don't mistake this leniency for kindness, Viserys." Jorah warned. "If Daenerys says no, which she has every right to, I will take you prison myself. Understood?" He nodded. "Don't forget it." He slammed the door behind him and walked to his car.

Jorah took a small puff from his cigarette as he leaned over the railing of his balcony. He could hear Daenerys crying in her room from down the hall. Casting a wistful glance in her direction, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret.

Did he really do the right thing in bringing her here? He tried to convince himself that it was for her benefit. That there was the possibility that her brother could have easily given to her someone much worse and pimped her out. That he saved her from that. But he knew better.

It had been over a decade, but Jorah remembered her. It had been so long ago and she was a teenager at the time. He'd been asked to come in for a case of underage trafficked girls. A house of hell. By the time police arrived, the house was on fire. A desperate attempt to destroy any evidence of their operation. But they'd failed.

Jorah saved a young girl that had intended to let die in that house. That girl was Daenerys Targaryen herself. After the case, he'd left her at the hospital and never saw her again. Until yesterday. Now she was living with him. This was his chance to do right by her. He wanted to protect her. Also, when he finally met her face-to-face, he couldn't deny the magnetic pull he felt towards her. She was an attractive woman. And he, nearly twenty years her senior could feel her attraction to him as well.

He wanted her. And by some miracle, he could tell she wanted him too. But she wasn't going to come to him in a hurry. Oh no, she wouldn't give in easily. Not her. But Jorah was confident that in time, she would come to him. Confide in him. Not just sex. He wants to share the burdens of her past. She has so much on her shoulders that she's had to carry by herself, it's time for her to let it go. And Jorah was determined that this month, she will do just that.