The rain stopped not too long ago, and Jon could see further now. He was starting to get worried, he thought he would have spotted her by now, unless she had gotten mixed up and headed a different way?

How long could he afford to look for her, he really needed to get back and warn his brothers of the coming threat. Just when he started to loose hope, and thought about turning around, he spotted her. It had to be her, Verona's hair was pretty distinct. He rode towards her.

"Verona!" He shouted, even from far away he saw her turn quickly.

As he got closer he noticed she wasn't wearing her cloths from the free folk, and wasn't carrying the bag she had the whole time he knew her. This must have been what she was wearing when she arrived. Grey black and silver accents, with a flowing cape. It made her took tall and lean.
It sort of lost the effect though, seeing her semi-dried hair going every which way… Jon thought it was a little funny.

"Jon?" She asked, her tone uncertain.

"Aye. This what you normally wear?"

"No. It was just for a ceremony… It was more waterproof." She answered plainly. Jon got off the horse to speak more to her, she eyes followed roughly where he was.

"Just you?... What happened?" She asks him.

"I couldn't do it, I couldn't kill the man they wanted me to kill. Orell and Tormund accused me of still being a crow, he ordered them to kill me. I had to leave… Ygritte tried to help me but I had to leave her. I have to go back, I need to warn my brothers what's to come." Jon told her, struggling to get through it.

Verona regarded him sadly. She wasn't sure if he would really leave or not, after being with Ygritte. It was sad, but she understood. He stayed with the night's watch even when his family was being targeted. That sort of bond was strong too. It was different having a sworn responsibility to a people…

"That sucks man." She said succinctly. Jon looked vaguely puzzled at the word choice.

"Look, you're not safe out here, you don't have food, supplies, I've never seen you make a fire without help. I know you want to find others but you don't even know if there was another part of your ship that came here. Just south… it isn't enough to go on." Jon insisted gently.

Verona looks away with a frown. "I… realize it's a longshot. But someone must have seen…"

"Northerners don't trust easily, I don't think you'd be welcome honestly. Not without the right information. Come with me to castle black, if there's more information maester Aemon would know it. We can give you supplies, maybe even have people go with you."

She considered the offer. It was true, she didn't really know where she was going, or if it'd be worth it. Who knows the sort of people she'd run into… It was safer to go with him. Jon helped her leave before, she thinks he'd help again if he had to. She needed to make sure though.

"And they'll let me leave, no problem?" She asked him.

"They will, women aren't really allowed there, they wouldn't want you to stay anyway." He said with a chuckle. Verona looked toward him again, an eyebrow raised.

"It'll be fine though! Maester Aemon will want you there to talk in any case, I'm sure of it."

She nods and gives a quiet 'ok', then turns to consider the horse.

"Is it… one of that man's horses?" She asked hesitantly.

"Yes." Jon says softly.

"I've never ridden one…" she looks uncomfortable thinking about it.

"I'll make sure you don't fall." Jon smiled and tapped her arm. "I'll help you up." She nods in acknowledgement.

Verona's POV:

We stopped by a pond on our way to castle black. It was weird riding a horse, everything was more fuzzy than I was comfortable with. And it was odd having to hold onto the horse while moving, Jon said I was way too tense it makes it more difficult that way, but I couldn't help it. I'm not sure if I like it…

I kept thinking of how I stormed off earlier, without really thinking about the long term… I felt foolish about it now but I don't see how I could have stayed after that. I should probably apologize… for that last thing I said…

"I sorry… for saying you all deserved to die. I don't actually think you deserve to fight an army of the dead." I tell him quietly, before he walked to the edge of the pond. I hear him pause.

"I figured you were upset… It's reassuring to hear though." He sounds amused so, that's good.

Jon was washing his face off by the bank.

"Did you get hurt, getting away?" I ask him. I should have earlier, when he said they tried to kill him.

"Orell's bird got my face." He explained.

His bird huh… I wanted to ask if he was dead but I heard a horse and rider approaching. Jon was still crouched down.

"Jon!" I hiss under my breath, I hear a bow being drawn… I hope it's not Ygritte, even though, with the way they walked…

I hear Jon stand up.

"Ygritte you know I didn't have a choice." Jon tells her, sounded broken up about it.

Damn, I wish I could disappear from this, it wasn't my place to hear…

"You always knew what I was, what I am. I have to go home now. We have to go home now."

I don't think you should mention me maybe… He takes a step back, Ygritte adjusts her stance. That's… not good.

"I know you won't hurt me." Jon tell her. I don't know about that, she seems pretty mad.

"You know nothing Jon Snow." I hear her say. From Jon's reaction it must have been an inside joke or something.

"I do know some things." He sounds so sad now. "I know I love you." I can hear Ygritte readjust again, whimpering quietly too. My heart aches for them, this situation wasn't fair.

"I know you love me. I have to go home now." Jon continues brokenly.

I hear him turn, but he doesn't get closer to the horse and me before Ygritte looses her arrow. I hear Jon fall forward towards me, I gasp in shock. She really did it. I hear her knocking another.

"Jon!" I start towards him to help him up, but before I make it a feel an arrow hit my chest, knocking some of the breath out of me. The vest does its job and it doesn't get far, but she aimed right for my heart, that hurt worse that if it would have hit I think.

Jon has gotten his feet and pushes me up on the horse, I'm disoriented from it but I manage to hold on to the mane. Jon jumps up quickly behind me and we start riding away quickly, I'm barley holding on. She must loose another arrow, because Jon cries out in pain behind me.

My heart is hammering in my chest, I can't tell where she hit him, or how bad it was. He speaks first though, before I can ask.

"How bad is it, where she hit you?"

I shake my head while responding. "I didn't hit me. This thing can stop bullets, it can stop arrows too. She hit you though, twice. Do you need to stop? Is it bad?"

"Bullets?.." He asks instead.

"I'll explain after you tell me where she hit you!" I insist.

"… My back, I think she was aiming for my heart." He tells me.

That's not good, that's really not good. I exhale shakily.

"How far are we from castle black?"

"…not far. I'll get us there…" He tells me.

"Good. Because I have no clue where I'm going. And I… fuck Jon I have no idea how to help arrow wounds so, stay awake alright, let me know you're awake?" I start with a nervous chuckle, but I sound panicked by the end. I hear him huff, out of annoyance or laughter I can't actually tell. He readjusts his grip on the reigns, I'm still clinging to the horse's mane, way too tense and extremely uncomfortable but I can't relax right now.

"You promised to explain if I answered you." He reminded me. We weren't moving as fast now. I could hear things better, I wasn't quite as disoriented.

"They're small pieces of metal that are shot instead of arrows… they go faster and are more deadly. They're shot from something called guns instead of bows." I try to explain as quickly as possible, not really liking having to explain them…

"Sounds terrifying…" Jon tells me. I can feel him wince.

"Yeah… I've never swung a sword you know? I know how to use knives, and they taught me hand to hand combat. I've always wanted to learn, all my favorite characters in books used them." I try to change the subject, maybe he'll tell me more about how he learned.

I'm not sure how long its been, we've been riding nonstop for awhile now. He's told me stories, of learning to fight with his brother, other stories about his father, and they things he taught him. It was bittersweet for him, I could tell. His pauses were getting longer and longer, he started slumping forward.

The first time he did he jerked back and apologized, wincing badly when he did, the idiot shouldn't be jerking back like that. I told him it was fine if he needed to just try to stay awake. I couldn't remember the last time someone leaned on me… Maybe my little brother? It was a little awkward, but he was shot twice in the back, I wasn't about to shake him off. Maybe it was a little nice too, but mostly awkward.

I don't know how long it was but he mentioned it was within sight, just straight ahead now, and started slumping forward even more. I couldn't get another word out of him no matter what I tried. I grabbed his arm with one hand, prepared to catch him if I needed to. I actually heard shouting up ahead now.

"Riders approaching!" I heard a man shout, sounded like it was above me, some kind of structure then.

"Halt!" How do I halt? Before I could figure it out, I feel Jon start to slide to the right. I still have a hold of his arm but it only slows him, is doesn't stop his fall. I decided to try and go with him, maybe break his fall somehow. I'm sure it looked ridiculous to whoever was up there. I only half succeeded in breaking Jon's fall, I wound up stumbling down from the horse, and falling with him, but managing to keep his head from slamming down at least.

"This is Jon Snow! He needs help!" I call out to the man above the gate. Now that I'm on the ground I can feel where it is, I would have had the horse go right into it…

The gate opens, I hear more people approaching.

"It is Jon." I hear one of them mutter in a surprised tone.

"He was shot twice, he said it was close to his heart." I tell them.

"You're shot too?" A man asks me. I guess I never let go of the horse to pull it out of the vest. I reach up and pull it out, the few people around make sounds of distress, probably knowing not to do what I just did to an actual arrow wound…

"I didn't hit me." I tell them simply, tossing the arrow away.

There's a pause before they move to pick Jon up, I move out of the way for them, they're dragging him inside to what I think is some courtyard. I stand and follow them, unsure what I should do exactly. I hear more people running towards him now, they just leave him in the middle though…

Before I can ask why they're not helping him, I can tell Jon moves his head a bit, I exhale in relief, its good he's awake again.

"Jon, Jon it's us!" Someone who just arrived is saying.

"I don't think he can see us." Another says.

But I can tell Jon is moving, and I can hear him say their names. "Pyp? Sam?" He sounds so relieved.

"Hush now, you're home." Either Pyp or Sam says to him. I'm more reassured he's in good hands now.

"Carry him inside. Gently." The same man says.

A larger group manages to pick him up on all sides and are moving him towards the steps. I also here people murmuring, hushed whispers about the woman that's here… I want to follow Jon but I'm not sure how I would be useful. In any case I want to make sure his heart keeps beating. I make to follow them, but while I'm starting after I hear someone call to me.

"Wait, Miss!" The same gentle voice from earlier, welcoming Jon home. I decide to stop and turn to him. I can tell Jon's getting further away, and more people are emerging, and murmuring to each other.

"Pardon me but, would you mind telling us who you are? And how you came across Jon?" The same man asks me.

"My name's Verona." I introduce myself. But now I'm at a loss to explain the rest…

"I… I'm from another world. The free folk found me, and let me travel with them. Jon joined them later… we both decided to leave… Jon had to fight them to leave." There that's succinct enough. The talking around me got louder though. I heard snippets of 'other world', and 'that blue thing from before', and, what most concerned me was someone saying, 'more of them?'.

"Well… I'm Samwell Tarly." The man introduced himself, squeaking slightly.

I turn to where the group was taking Jon, now really unsure if I should follow or not. It felt like a weight off my shoulders, knowing there were other survivors, now I just wanted to make sure he was ok. Sam must have realized my dilemma.

"He'll be alright, I'm sure. He was awake, that's a good sign. Are you… hurt at all?" He asked me.

I shook my head. Then remembered someone Jon had mentioned, who would know more about my people potentially.

"Jon mentioned a… mister Aemon? He said he would know where to find other… my people?" I try, hoping that was right.

"It's Maester." Sam corrected gently. "And, yes he would know the most. I'll take you to him, I can tell you what I know though. If you want. Umm, do you need me to guide you or?..." He asks awkwardly at the end, he must have noticed then. My hair was probably windswept and he could see clearly.

"I can follow you. And yes, I'd like to know everything." I tell him.

"Well, um, this way then." I hear him start to walk away, I follow where he's going while he continues talking. I try to drown out the others' whispers, they were only making me anxious.

"There was another part of what you were in that landed pretty far south of there. I read it to the Maester when the letter arrived, there were people who claimed to be from another world that was inside of it, but I'm not sure how many exactly. The citadel sent a group there specifically to talk to them, but that's really all I know. The Maester might have received more ravens after I left, I suppose." He tells me while we walk up the stairs.

"You really have no idea how many?" I ask him.

"Well, there have been rumors, but they range from fifteen to thirty so I can't be sure." He tells me. That's still more than I hoped for, considering I was the only one further north.

"It couldn't be thirty." I tell him sadly. We're at a flat part now, approaching a door I think, when I hear someone else approaching us, not like the others watching but actually coming towards me.

"And who gave you permission to walk about here girl?" A gruff voice is directed at me. The newcomer isn't staring at me though, judging by the way Sam is shifting uncomfortably in front of me. I turn to face him.

"Ser Alliser! Um, Verona here says she's from another world. She wants to talk to the Maester for answers…" Sam trails off.

"You were with Jon Snow, who I heard was shot by wildlings. You know what happened, you need to talk to me first and explain." He doesn't sound like he's asking. Which is irritating. I finally have more information about my people, and maybe even a way to get home is in sight. I'm not waiting now.

"No." I tell him simply. "I'll talk to you after I get answers, if you want. But not now." The murmuring around the place goes quiet.

"It wasn't a question." Ser Alliser tells me.

"I've been traveling for months going south. The only thing keeping me going was the belief that there could be other survivors. I'm getting answers now. I'll talk to you, after." I can't keep the frustration out of my voice. I turn back to Sam, and point to what I hope is a door and ask him, "through here?"

"Oh, uh, yes that's the one." He tells me, still sounding a bit nervous. This Ser Alliser guy isn't moving towards me, so I don't care. Sam moves again, opening the door and I go in. I hear Sam entering behind me. I stop after only taking a few steps, getting my bearings. There's only one other person, sitting to the right of me, so I turn to face him.

"Maester Aemon. This is Verona, she claims to be one of the people who fell from the sky. And well, we never got a chance to speak more about it yet so, perhaps you've received more news since I was here last?" Sam asked very politely.

"Oh? A real person, who fell from the sky… even with all my years, I couldn't have imagined something like that happening. I heard it was quite a site, a real shame I couldn't see it. Tell me, do you have a family name?" Maester Aemon asks me, he sounds very old, older than I expected. I wonder if he can't see as well or if he just wasn't outside…

"Rendell. My full name is Verona Rendell." I tell him.

"Verona Rendell. Well, I did get one more raven from the group that was sent as an envoy to the first crash site. It said, there were seventeen people that survived, five were injured badly, the rest only suffered minor wounds. Three people were killed on impact. The surviving people claiming to be from another world were asking specifically about another part of their, 'ship', as they called it. But I told them that it was only seen going past the wall, nothing more. I know it crashed nearest to Barrowton, but I haven't received any more news than that, I'm sorry to say." He tells me.

Seventeen was more than I could have hoped for. If that many people survived then that probably meant the main hull of the ship was better protected, maybe some systems were still operational? I had to let them know I was alright, maybe they could send someone here, or I could have help going down? I don't even know how far Barrowton is… Of course that's getting ahead of myself, I can't leave before making sure Jon's alright.

"That's, really good to hear, thank you. Is it possible to get word to them? Tell them, I'm the only survivor, there were five more with me who didn't make it. How far is Barrowton exactly?" I ask him hopefully.

"Why don't you sit down, and Sam can take down what you want to say. I will make sure to send a raven as soon as possible, telling the other Maesters from the citadel of your survival, and tell them to convey your message to your people. Barrowton, while still in the north, is almost two weeks travel, and that's the most ideal circumstances." He's telling me this and I hear Sam walking around, it sounds like he's dragging a chair closer to the fire.

"Um, there's a chair here for you, do you... need me to show you or?" Sam asks me hesitantly. It's nice he wants to help but it's still a little awkward. Maybe I should explain…

AN:

So they've made it to castle black, and she finally has some answers. How will she find the members of the night's watch? She's planning on finding them, but she's willing to wait to make sure Jon's alright.

Here's some pictures of what I imagine she's wearing if you're interested, they're for pinterest . com , with the liks below added to the end.

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It's black widow's avengers infinity war outfit but different color scheme and more metal in it. The swirling pattern I said was in it is like vines, and Celtic knots. Its supposed to represent wind. And a cape with it. Not the same boots and wrist attachment shown though.

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