I Don't Own Game of Thrones, the Song of Ice and Fire or any of their Characters
Jorah
Jorah's eyes kept close watch at the surroundings of the dimly lit room. The Irish pub was surprisingly bustling for a Thursday evening. He was undercover with several other officers on duty to catch the serial killer they'd been tracing.
Word had it that this was the killer's next hunting ground. Never taking a victim from the same place twice.
"Are you sure he's going to strike tonight?" Jorah asked into his mic while pretending to focus on the game. "It's a weekday. Even if he does show, he might smell a trap."
"Each of the bodies were found within twelve hours of TOD." Chief Inspector Jaime Lannister said from the other end. He was sitting in one of the vans out back watching and listening to what was going on. Lannister was the lead investigator on the murders. This was his case and it would definitely get him the promotion that he'd been itching for. "Each with footage of them being in a pub the night prior. All on weeknights."
A man to Jorah's right leaned over and struck the white cue ball. Jorah regarded him carefully, "What do you think, Oberyn?"
He shrugged. "I think he might. This pub is on his route." He stroked his beard thoughtfully, his eyes looking forward. "Ellaria, are you in position?"
On the other side of the pub at the bar sat a woman with olive-colored skin wearing a skimpy short red dress. Her legs crossed on the barstool as she leaned against the counter. She gently placed her fingers at her ear, "I'm in position. Although, that's not easy with the ridiculous getup I've got on."
The woman in question was Oberyn's wife. Like Jorah, she wasn't an actual officer of the law. She used to be. But she traded in the badge for a pair of boxing gloves. She was a kickboxing instructor at the Peacock Gymnasium. Oberyn came to her with the suggestion that she would be good bait.
Jorah blew at the end of his pool cue and said into the mic softly, "Our man has a particular fancy for brunette women looking for a pull."
"The only thing I'm pulling is this skirt over my arse." He heard, making him chuckle.
"I think you look lovely, Ellaria." Oberyn commented with a glint in his eye. "That dress suits you."
"It better. You picked it." She deadpanned, making them both chuckle. "Enjoy it while you can, dearest, because I am never wearing it again."
"Oh, I intend to." He purred, lining his cue tip with his index and middle finger at the cue ball.
Her eyes swerved over at them briefly before she brought her glass up to her face. A teasing smile gracing her lips, "Play your cards right, I might let you be the one to take it off when we get home."
Oberyn stiffened, missing the ball entirely and nearly scratching the green surface.
"Ugh, alright that's enough, lovebirds." Lannister spoke into their coms, annoyed. "Focus. All of you. And, Ellaria, remember that this man is supposed to be caucasion, dark hair and in his early thirties. Also, witnesses say he has a kind smile."
"We'll see if he's smiling when I'm done with him." She promised.
Ellaria Sand was not a woman you wanted to trifle with. It was actually how she and Oberyn met. A few years back at a different pub a man had come up, giving her a smack on her rear. Which turned out to be the biggest mistake of his life. Oberyn thought he would be a knight in shining armor to protect a damsel and instead, he just stood there slack-jawed while she expressed her disdain of the man with her fists. Beat the living shite out of him. Apparently Oberyn got heartstruck while the pervert got two black eyes and a bloody nose.
Which is why Oberyn proposed she be used for this sting. Her dark hair fits the killers taste in women and that dress does make her look like she looking for an erotic evening. But her kickboxing skills will be able to keep the killer at bay long enough for backup to move in in case things went awry.
"Remember, Ellaria, we want the man to like you. Not be afraid of you." Oberyn remarked with a glint in his eye.
Jorah could help but feel a twinge of envy as he watched the couple stay in character while also keeping their gazes on one another. He missed Daenerys. Badly. His home felt so empty without her there. Even though they never shared a room together, her presence under his roof brought him comfort. The sweet smell of her dragon fruit shampoo when she would leave a room. Her beautiful smile...and then her small pink lips. Soft like satin. Their taste, exquisite.
It felt like an eternity had passed since she left. Almost as if time itself stood still. Trapping him in an agonizing purgatory. He'd respected her wishes and let her be. But he'd lost the amount of time he'd been tempted to drive to her home and beg for forgiveness. He knew it was wrong of him to keep her parentage a secret. He'd convinced himself it was in her best interest that she didn't know that the rumors about her family were true. But he'd underestimated her strength. She would have risen above it. Prove that she was nothing like her parents. And because of his foolishness, she has to deal with this knowledge on her own. Had he told her the truth, he could've been the one comforting her. He really didn't know if he could ever fix it with her and that made his chest feel heavy with every breath.
His thoughts were interrupted when a beep sounded in his mic before Lannister's voice came through, "Everyone, standby." he said. "A vehicle matching the description of the one our third victim got into before she was found the next morning has just pulled up. We're waiting for a visual on the driver." Oberyn's eyes met Jorah's and they both waited, anxious. Then his voice came through again, rough. "We have a visual. All of you, get into position. It's him. We're certain of it."
They nodded at Ellaria and she returned it, fixing her hair to make sure her mic wasn't visible before fixing her skirt. Jorah leaned over the pool table and struck the cue ball when the door opened and a strapping man walked in. He had charcoal black hair, square jawed and a couple inches short of six feet. He wore a tweed coat with dark denim jeans and chelsea boots.
This was their man. Jora was certain of it. Even more as the man in question landed his gaze on Ellaria, who has just now switched her crossed legs. Giving him a good view of her exposed skin. She pretended to be nonchalant about it and turned her back to him, waving the bartender over. Oberyn sniffed and they both listened in closely.
When he came over and she made her order, the newcomer slithered up to her side and asked, "Is this seat taken?"
She turned her head to look at him and gestured towards the vacant stool. "Not for the last ten minutes."
He grinned, it made Jorah's skin crawl. "May I join you? Ten minutes is far too long for a beautiful woman such as yourself to be sitting alone."
He certainly has a way with words, Jorah thought.
Ellaria pretended to be flattered and bit her lip suggestively. "Not at all. I'd love the company."
"I live to serve!" He declared and sat down on the stool right of hers. When the bartender returned, he glanced at the drink he gave her and said, "I'll have what she's having. And ah," He reached into his coat and pulled out a leather wallet then slapped a card down on the bar. "Put the lady's drinks on this card as well."
"That's very kind of you." Ellaria appraised. "I was beginning to think that there weren't any gentlemen left."
He leaned in close to her, his voice raised in her ear mic, "I was raised to always respect women."
Ellaria curled some of her hair with the tips of her fingers as she looked up at him. Her eyes filled with flirtation. "You're a rare find Mr…?"
"Bolton." He finished for her. "Ramsay Bolton, at your service." He took her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing her knuckles. He looked at her thoughtfully, "And who might you be?"
"Trixie," She said instantly.
Bolton tilted his head, his eyes expectant. "Just Trixie?"
She shrugged her shoulder, "Trixie Vaith."
He smiled again, "So what brings you here tonight, Ms. Vaith?"
Her eyes rolled and she bit the corner of her lip, "I just broke up with my boyfriend. Too boring. I'm finally single."
Oberyn snorted and Jorah glared at him, "Shhh!"
"Single?" Bolton suddenly asked, very intrigued. "Well, lucky me."
His new enthusiasm had her raise her brow, "Oh? Why's that? You think you'll be able win me over even though we just met?" She lowered her eyes slowly, "What makes you think I'm that easy?"
"You want to be treated like a woman." He told her flatly. "And a woman like you deserves to have the world at your feet."
It went on like that for a good hour. Back and forth with flirting and confirmation. Jorah had to give the man credit. He knew what to say and when to say it. It explained how he was able to get his claws into all of those innocent women. They were looking for companionship and he delivered. Just not the kind they were expecting.
Ellaria put an end to their conversation by casually sliding her hand on Bolton's thigh and teased it inwards. "Why don't we close our tab and go somewhere a little more...private?"
Bolton perked up instantly and waved the bartender back, his face trained on hers, "Your place or mine?"
She leaned in close to his ear, her lips brushing against his earlobe, "Wherever you like. I just want out of this dress."
He came down from the bar stool and held his hand out to her, "Right this way, milady." She took it and flashed her eyes up to Oberyn's for a split second and let him lead her out of the pub.
Oberyn nodded once and looked at Jorah, "This is it,"
Jorah gave his own stiff nod and spoke into his mich, "Are you getting this, Lannister?"
"Affirmative." He said. "Ellaria, tap your earpiece twice to assure us that you know your safeword." There were two clicks in their ears. "Aright, good. Remember, the moment you feel you're unsafe, say it and we move in." Another two taps. "Bronn, do you have a visual?"
"Yeah, I see them." Bronn, another fellow officer, spoke for the first time that night. He was sitting in a car across the street. Close enough to see who was coming in and out but far enough to not be seen. "Man has his hands all over her arse like it's glued."
Jorah snorted when Oberyn made a face, "Now don't you start stirring up shit."
"I'm just reporting what I see." He assured, teasing.
"Right," Obery muttered. "Did he at least take it off long enough for open the door for her?"
"Yep," he said with emphasis on the 'P'. "They're getting in now. Gonna give it a minute before I follow. I don't wanna to spook him."
"Got it, we'll be right behind you. Oberyn," Jorah looked at him with a nod and they both put their cues down. They exit the pub and make it to his car. "Lannister, you can follow us."
"Whatever you do, don't lose him." He told them.
"Right." Oberyn jumped in the passenger seat when Jorah got behind the wheel. "I know she can take care of herself. That doesn't mean I'm leaving her with him one more second than necessary."
"I wouldn't want my old lady alone with him either." Bronn snarked.
Amidst their bickering and teasing, Jorah kept his ears open and his eyes on the road. They could keep their jabs at each other while he remained in the game. One of them had to. Even if he wasn't the one with a badge. But he did carry a firearm when necessary and if these two kept going at, he was tempted to use it.
A few minutes down the road, Jorah heard Ellaria speak, "Wait, where are we going? I don't recognize this dirt road and it isn't going into town." Her voice added some elevation with false alarm. "Aren't we going to your flat?"
"We're taking a shortcut." Bolton said flatly, all remnants of decorum gone."Don't worry, pet. I'll take good care of you."
Oberyn tensed, "Shit! Bronn, please tell us you've still got a visual."
"Yeah, I see them." Bronn's gruff voice came through, "I just saw them turn on the path where we found the other bodies. It's the exact same one."
It won't be long now. Jorah grit his teeth as Oberyn's anxiety spiked. He couldn't blame him. Yes, his wife could take care of herself but that didn't mean he would worry less. They were getting very close to enemy territory. For all they knew, there was someone waiting for Bolton's arrival with a new victim.
It was another ten minutes before Ellaria spoke again. "I think I want to go back. Please,"
There was a strange click and then Bolton spoke up again, "Shut up, whore." Both men in the car stiffened. "You wanted me to take you somewhere more private, so that's what I'm doing. Now you're going to sit still and keep quiet."
"Please, just put the gun down," She said again, her voice shaking. They couldn't tell if she was still acting but what she was doing was alerting them that he had a firearm. "I won't say anything then you can leave me out here and I'll walk back to the pub."
Bolton's chuckle was anything but comforting, "Now what kind of gentlemen would I be if I did such a thing like that? Leaving a lady such as yourself in the middle of nowhere to fend on her own. I wouldn't dream of it!"
"I'm asking you nicely," She tried again, "Take me home."
Jorah and Oberyn jumped. That was the signal!
Lannisters voice boomed in their ear pieces, "Go!"
"Hit your lights and step on it, Bronn!" Oberyn barked.
"Yeah, got it!" Even in the distance they could hear him reve up his engine as he turned on his sirens and sped off.
They sped after him, prepared for the worst given that they were a good half a mile behind. It wasn't before long when they heard two different cars screeching off the road in the distance and saw headlights spiral in front of them before suddenly stopping.
Shit! Bolton ran his own car off the road to where the front of it went into a ditch. The piercing sound of static in their ear pieces had them both cringe at the harsh sound. Ellaria's piece was damaged. Likely fell out of her from the impact and got crushed somehow.
Oberyn jumped out of the car and started shouting with his gun drawn before Jorah even turned it off. "Armed police! Put your hands in the air!" Bronn already had his pistol aimed out as he aimed it over the roof of his own car and shouted at the offender.
"Backup is on the way!" Bronn yelled. "They'll be here in minutes! Surrender now!"
Jorah got out of the car and moved to the boot. He stayed low and waited for movement. They didn't have to wait long because Bolton kicked out his door and pulled Ellaria by the hair. Oberyn was standing by a tree, his gun steady in his hand as he watched his wife being dragged from out of the car.
When she pulled from the wreck, Bolton wrapped his arm around her throat and held his own gun to her head. The muzzle pressed to her temple as she held onto his arm with both hands. His blue eyes had bled to black as he kept a tight hold on her and looked at them with fury. "Don't any of you take another fucking step!" He pressed it harder to her head and Jorah knew that a bruise was going to formon her skin before the night was over. His hold tightened on her neck as he walked them both backwards. "I'll blow this bitch's brains out all over the muck where it belongs with the rest of them!"
"You're surrounded! She dies and the next bullet will be in your skull!" Oberyn shouted, his face turning red. "Put your hands in the air and let her go!"
Bolton shook his head and licked his teeth. His smile had become manic. "Say goodbye to this whore!"
Everything next happened in slow motion. Ellaria had lifted her leg and stomped her stiletto heel into his foot, stunning him long enough to let go of her neck. She then jabbed her elbow into his ribcage around then made a grab for his wrist, which was the hand that still held the gun, and twisted it. He dropped the gun and she immediately swung her elbow back, hitting him straight in the nose.
He fell flat on his back with a loud thud and Ellaria swung her foot around and gave a swift kick to the side of his ribs. She panted as she towered over his crumpled form. "This whore just knocked you on your arse, you shit! Who's sitting in the muck now, eh?"
Bronn ran to them and kept his gun aimed directly at his chest. "You twitch and so does my trigger finger."
Oberyn came forward and pulled Ellaria into his arms as Jorah moved from his place behind the car. He watched as his colleague peppered kisses all over his wife's face. She smiled as her husband showered her with affection and accepted it all with a relieved sigh.
Everything around them started glowing in reds and blues as more police cars came blaring in with their sirens. Uniformed officers brushed past Jorah to get Bolton on his stomach and cuff him.
"Good work, Mormont," Lannister praised with a pat on his back when they stepped into his office an hour later. "Couldn't have done it without you."
"I think all appraisal should be reserved for Ellaria and Bronn." He said, uninterested and sat down with a tired sigh. He should be relieved. They finally caught their killer after five months of searching. "You didn't even need me tonight."
Lannister waved his hand and sat at his desk. "None of that. You did your fair share of homework so you will be getting a cut. And a celebratory cigar!" He opened a drawer and pulled out a box of Montrecristo No 5s.
"Hmmm," He shrugged, uninterested. "I think I'll pass."
Lannister blinked, astonished. "You, the great Jorah Mormont who almost always has a cigarette in his mouth, is declining a fine Cuban cigar?"
"I'm cutting back." Jorah told him. Daenerys's voice ringing in his ear. "I absolutely detest cigarette smoke. Or any kind of tobacco smoke for that matter." She'd told him right after taking a cigarette right out of his mouth. That happened on the first night she stayed with him.
There was a loud bang from out of the room and Jorah swung his head to see where the commotion came from. There were a couple of sergeants holding onto to the arms of a building of a man.
Jorah squinted at the man, "Isn't that Sandor Clegane's brother?"
Lannister's head lifted from the paper to look passed the window. His brow arched in recognition and nodded, "Aye, that's him. Goes by 'The Mountain.'"
Jorah snorted, "I can't imagine why. The man's a giant." He noted the fresh cut on the man's forehead as well as several gashes on his arms and the patch of blood on his left side. It looked like someone did a number on him.
"It wasn't my fucking fault, that other man started it!" Clegane snarled at the female sergeant. "I've had a shite day, alright? I was supposed to get some nice cunny from a silver-haired girl that her brother promised me. Instead, that bitch cut up my arms, stabbed me and threw a figurine at my head."
For a moment, Jorah didn't know where he was. He could remember being right outside Chief Inspector Lannister's office. But in the next second, he'd found himself to be on the other side of the room and gave a swift uppercut to the large man's jaw. His fist ached in protest when it struck the bone through the hard muscle. Felt the teeth rattle against his knuckle.
The Mountain didn't even have time to realize what had hit him before Jorah grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket and forced him against the drywall. The man was eight inches taller than him but that didn't intimidate him in the slightest. He leaned in close enough to smell the alcohol and cigar smoke on his breath. "What did you say?"
"Huh?" Clegane shook his head as if to clear it, still dazed.
Jorah shook him against the wall, "The girl! What have you done with the girl?"
"Mormont!" Lannister admonished. He felt an arm on his shoulder as someone tried to pull him away. "Get off him!"
Jorah ignored him and shook him off. Not once did he take his eyes off Clegane's. "You said the girl had silver hair. Was it Daenerys?" His eyes glazed over and he shook him again. "Answer me! Was it Daenerys Targaryan?"
Clegane's nostrils flared, "Is that her name? I haven't the foggiest. Only know that her brother is Viserys. Is that the same one?"
Instead of answering, Jorah tightened his hold on the lapels. His anger and rage made his vision go red. Close up, he could see the extent of his injuries. The cuts were so fresh that they were still bleeding. "What have you done to her? If you've laid a hand on her, I'll—"
"I didn't get to do a thing!" He yelled out, "Before I could even get my trousers down, she slashed at my arms before stabbing me with a piece of porcelain and then threw something at me so she could escape out the window. Before I could get to her, the little bitch had already escaped. Shame really," He licked his bottom lip, "I was looking forward to ripping apart her pretty pink cunt."
Before Jorah could strike him again, two arms wrapped up under his armpits, around his shoulders and yanked him away. His back pulled against a muscled chest that was roughly the same size as his own. Bronn.
Jorah looked over his shoulder as he fought against his friend's hold. "Get off me!"
Bronn shook his head, not releasing him. "Not happening, Mormont."
"I said let go!"
"Not before you cool it!"
Jorah watched helplessly as Clegane was placed in cuffs by two other constables and taken away, out of his line of sight. The whole time, trying to break out of Bronn's arms. In the next moment, Lannister got in front of him with a stern look on his face as he kept his arms folded behind his back. "If you don't calm the fuck down, Mormont, I'll have to arrest you for assault."
"If anyone needs to be arrested for assault; it's him!" Jorah snarled.
Lannister sighed loudly, "No one has made an allegation against him and there's been no charges filed yet."
"Exactly!" Jorah admonished. "He said that she got away. It's raining out there and she could be injured. I have to find her!"
"We hear you, Mormont, just take a minute!" Bronn grunted. "Breathe through your nose. Attacking him won't do you any good. He's already bleeding from an open wound and if it gets worse, you could be on the hook. So, calm down."
Annoyed but stuck between a rock and hard place, Jorah did as he was told. He took deep breaths and let his body relax while his heart kept its speedy pace. Once his blood pressure was back down, he nodded to them, "Alright, I'm calm. I won't attack him again. For now."
Lannister got in his face again, "You will not attack him ever unless it is in self defence."
Jorah yanked himself away from Bronn who held his hands up in a calming manner. He gave them both one final glare before storming out of the precinct and into the parking lot. When he got in his car, he turned it on and peeled it out into the street. He didn't know where he was going. Probably the Targaryen house. Maybe he could find answers there. Or beat some out of Viserys.
A loud ring sounded out through his car, signaling he had an incoming phone call. "Gods, not now." He growled and pressed the answering button on his dash. "Mormont."
A calm feminine voice sounded throughout the speakers. "It's Sansa Stark."
His hands tightened on the steering wheel. Right, he'd given her his card in hopes that maybe Daenerys might one day need him again there would always be someone to reach him. No doubt Sansa called to give him hell over what transpired between him and her best friend. But there was no time for that. "Forgive me, Ms. Stark, but I am not in the mood for any of your threats. And I don't have the time for idle chat."
He heard her snort on the other end, "Well that's just too bad. Because I need you to come to my flat."
"I'm looking for Daenerys!" He barked, not caring how loud he was on the phone. "She's been attacked and I need to find her before something else happens. As her friend, I'll keep you informed as soon as I make any progress."
"Dany's with us." She said flatly.
He almost slammed on the breaks. "Give me your address. Now."
"Say please."
Daenerys
Daenerys let out a blissful sigh as Missandei gently pressed an ice pack to her blackened eye. Sansa had called her to come to their flat after they brought Daenerys home. They'd wanted to take her to hospital but she refused. Even though she was barely on the edge of consciousness, she was lucid enough to know that was the last place she wanted to go. So Sansa relented but insisted on calling their mutual friend and coworker over.
Missandei, aside from being the kindest young lady to grace the Earth, was also studying to become a nurse. She wanted to tend to the cut on her hand first but she didn't have any of her tools to remove the shards of glass so all she could, for the moment, was wrap it up with some gauze. Another friend for emotional support while also attempting to tend her wounds as best she could. Along with some words of wisdom. Right now they were discussing what Daenerys should do about her brother. And it was no easy conversation.
"You have to let him go, Danny." She urged. "He's already destroyed you financially. It's only a matter of time before he's in debt to another dangerous person and uses you as a bargaining chip again. This one almost raped and murdered you. If it happens again, you might not be so lucky."
Daenerys' response was interrupted when they heard pounding coming all the way from the front door. Whoever it was, they let them in.
"Where is she?" She heard someone demand. Even from the other side of the flat, she could hear the impatience in their voice. But before any of her friends could reply, there was a rush of more than one pair of shoes coming closer.
"Steady on, she's still a bit shaken!" It was Sansa. "She's just gotten over the shock."
Both Daenerys and Missandei flinched when they heard a door slam open. "Oi!" John protested. "Watch it, mate, you're going to break something!"
"Daenerys!" She could recognize the voice clearly now. It was Jorah.
"Oh, for the love of everything holy, this way!" Arya instructed impatiently. In the next moment, she led him to where they were staying and opened the door for him.
Jorah was so frantic he didn't even wait for it to open all the way before he went passed her into the room. And then Daenerys finally saw him. All of him. His normally kept blonde hair was slightly wet and in disarray as if he'd been running outside. Judging by the pattern of water droplets from the rain all over his coat, he must have. She could see from where she was sitting that his eyes were looking over all her body for any injury. And his fists got tighter with every blemish he spotted. But when they landed on her split lip and the cut on her cheek, they went black.
He looked like he desperately wanted to come to her but he was hesitant. Given how she ended things, it was like he was restraining himself. Even though he came all this way. He still waited for her consent.
At a loss for words, Daenerys simply stood up from the bed. "Jorah," That was all the invitation he needed. He bounded over to her and in the next second, she was in his arms. He crushed her to his chest while his strong arms held her tighter than an anaconda's coil. Her head tucked under his chin where she could hear his pounding heartbeat. Not at all minding his slightly damp shirt.
He still smells the same. She breathed in the comforting familiar aroma that was solely his. His own natural musk. She'd forgotten how much she enjoyed it. Nothing was like being in the safe haven of his embrace. As if she never left him. It was like coming home.
She felt so content being in his arms that she momentarily forgot her wounds. Out of habit, she licked her dry lips and hissed from the pain. Right, her lip was split. And it started bleeding again.
At her sudden outburst, he pulled back as if she burned him. Afraid he'd accidentally squeezed too hard. Then he saw the real cause. He took hold of her head in his hands before she could turn away. Tilting her face up so he could properly examine the wound further as well the rest of the damage on her face. "I'm going to fucking kill him."
"What are you doing here?" She asked once her voice started working again.
Missandei wisely got up from her spot on the bed and joined the others at the door. She stood next to Sansa, who in turn admitted, "I rang him. Turns out the arsehole that Viserys set you up with went on and picked a fight at the pub not far from your house and got arrested. Jorah was there when he was being arraigned and the idiot made subtle hints about a woman that escaped him and how her brother owed him."
"How did you know it was me?" Daenerys asked him.
His look turned sheepish, suddenly. "I may have held him by his jacket against the wall and demanded he give me a name."
"He doesn't know it." She argued.
His eyes narrowed. "He knew your brother's."
"Of course," It was as if she had been doused in cold water. Her brother literally pimped her out. Twice! "What happens now?"
"Maybe we should take you to hospital now?" Missandei offered.
"No," Daenerys said immediately. "I'm fine. I don't need to go there."
Arya stepped forward. "No offense, Dany, but you look like you've been hit by a double-decker bus. Twice."
"Really, Arya? I was thinking black, blue and green went well with my complexion." She bit back.
"Now then," Jon stepped forward while holding his arms out. "Let's not lose our heads, ladies, we're all on the same team here."
"I am not going to hospital." She said and raised her brow in open challenge. "I've had my fill of hospitals this month and I don't want to go again tonight."
"With her permission, I'll take her back to my home," Jorah spoke and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "She can receive the care that she needs. I'll examine her myself."
Sansa narrowed her eyes, "Are you a physician now? I thought you worked with Scotland Yard."
Jorah's answering smile was anything but kind. "My area of practice is homicide and I have a Master's degree in forensic science from University. So rest assured, Ms. Stark, I am more than qualified in regards to her well being."
"'Her' is right here." Daenerys had had enough. Has everyone forgotten that she's an individual and can think for herself? Clearly. "And 'her' is sick and tired of being treated like a piece of glass. 'Her' doesn't want to go to hospital. End of discussion." She faced Jorah. "I will go with you."
His relieved sigh was like a symphony. Simply standing in front of her made her wonder why she walked away from him in the first place. He placed his hand against her back and asked, "Shall we?"
She nodded, "Yes, but one moment." She made some space between them but only to give each of her friends a farewell hug. She started with Arya, then Jon, Missandei and ended with Sansa. When she pulled away, she took her friend's hands and tried to keep her lip from trembling. "Thank you."
Sansa sniffed and pulled her in for another hug. They held each other for a while before finally letting go and Daenerys went back into Jorah's waiting arms. Not missing the warning look Sansa shot him before they exited the flat.
They all followed them out to the car and waved as he drove them away. It wasn't long before she looked toward Jorah as he kept his eyes on the road. Unable to stop herself after seeing that he was here and it wasn't a dream, the words came flooding out, "You came for me."
His face twisted as if it were pained and he cautiously took her uninjured hand in his, "Of course. After I heard what happened, nothing else mattered. Even if I wasn't to go near you, I had to see it with my own eyes that you were alright." Then his voice got lower. "I'll always come for you when you're in trouble, Daenerys."
His thumb stroked her knuckles and her eyes watered at the affection he was giving her. "I don't know why you would after everything I said to you."
His chuckle made a shiver run straight through her core. He brought her hand up to his lips so he could kiss the top of her hand. Her skin tingling at the brush of his lips. "A herd of wild elephants couldn't keep from you, Khaleesi. Come hell or high water, I will always find my way back to you. Whether you want me there or not."
She couldn't help but tighten her fingers on his as her emotions began to pour out of her. "I tried not to. But every day that passed, I missed you more and more."
Immediately, his shoulders relaxed with whatever tension he was feeling. His thumb stroked circles the top of her hand as she relaxed against her seat. "I missed you too, Khaleesi. So much."
She smiled, keeping her hand in his. Safe at last.
*It's not over for Daenerys and Jorah yet don't worry!*