I've a feeling my idea is going to go a completely different way than most people are thinking, but hope you like it anyway.

Any dialogue you recognise has been taken from the show. It will however divert from it, as will become obvious in this chapter.

Chapter 2

Daenerys

Daenerys looked out over the vast white landscape that stretched out below her as she stood at the top of the wall. She vaguely heard her two remaining children crying out in grief as she stood frozen, keeping watch over the land below. She was brought out of her trance when Ser Jorah came up behind her and said "We must go, your Grace."

Somehow she was able to push past the lump in her throat and said softly "Just a little longer." She heard him sigh a little before the sound of his boots crunching in the snow told her he was retreating to a more sheltered section of the annex. Lifting her eyes to the sky she spotted Rhaegal circling in the air. Even from afar she could see he was agitated. Unlike Drogon, Rhaegal had never been without Viserion and she knew his death would hit him the hardest. Dragging her eyes from him she took a last look over the snow before she gave a defeated sigh and turned, walking towards where Ser Jorah was standing.

Just as she passed him they both heard the sound of a horn. Dany paused in her steps half hoping, half dreading. Holding her breath she waited to hear two more blasts that would signal the arrival of whites. No more horn blasts came. Turning sideways and looking back to the edge she heard the shout of "Rider approaching. Open the gate."

Hurrying back over she looked down to see a single rider slumped over the neck of a black horse making its way towards the wall. From this height she couldn't make out who it was. What she could see where furs that where of similar colour to what the others of the expedition had worn. Hearing a screech from above she looked up to see that Rhaegal had stopped his agitated circling and was now gliding closer to the ground. Looking back to the rider she saw that in the time that it had taken her to look up at Rhaegal the horse had come to a stop before the gate and it's rider had tipped to the side and fallen into the snow. As she turned around to make her way to the lift she heard the flapping of wings and glanced back to see that Drogon had joined his brother in circling the area above the horse and fallen rider. It had to be Jon. Her dragons would never react this way for a stranger. Not that she'd ever seen them act like this with anyone before. It was a mystery she would try to figure out once she knew that Jon was safe and well.

By the time she got down to the main yard they already had the rider through the tunnel and Dany got her first look at them. It was Jon and he didn't look good. Making her way toward him, Dany prayed he would survive.

It was decided that instead of taking Jon up to the rooms of Eastwatch it would be best to take him straight to the ship and start on the journey south. Dany insisted that they put him in her cabin, the one he'd used on the way North, and ordered for the fire to be kept as high as possible. She refused to move when Ser Jorah tried to keep her away as Ser Davos and a few of Jon's men tried to break apart the furs that had frozen together around Jon. Eventually they got the furs of him and they where able to strip him of the rest of his frozen clothes. It was when one of the men went to dispose of the clothes and furs that Dany got her first glimpse of him lying unconscious on the bed. The first thing she noticed was that his lips where blue and his skin had a unhealthy grey hue to it. As her eyes drifted down his body she saw a few patches where his skin had also turned blue and her heart ached for him. Her eyes widened however when she caught sight of the scars littering his chest and stomach and straight away she remembered the line that Ser Davos had said and Jon's reaction that had bothered her so much. She'd assumed it was simply a figure of speech but looking at his scars she knew that he meant that the King in the North had literally taken a dagger to the heart for his people. That opened up a whole other barrel of questions. How was he still alive?

Once Davos and Jon's men had done all they could to make sure Jon was comfortable they retreated from the room. Davos looked like he was going to say something to Daenerys but seemed to change his mind and left her alone with the unconscious King in the North. Moving over to his bed she looked down at him for a few moments before settling herself down on the edge of the bed. Now that she was closer she could see the scars on his chest more clearly. Every one was deep, and though they had healed they where still puckered, telling her just how deep and deadly even one of them would have been to him.

She just sat there watching him, listening to his slightly laboured breathing as his body tried to adjust to the heat again. She watched as his skin lost the grey hue and his lips lost the blue tint they had previously. When his breathing evened out and his body started twitching she breathed a sigh of relief, hoping he would wake soon.

She wasn't sure how long she'd sat waiting when he finally came round. His head rolled on the pillow as he fought his way to consciousness and she watched as he blinked a few times before he opened his eyes and they locked onto her. She hadn't even realized tears had gathered in her eyes until Jon spoke

"I'm sorry." he paused, watching her before continuing "I'm so sorry."

Dany almost wanted to laugh but instead a tear slipped lose and trailed down her cheek. It was because of her. Her need to have proof, that he'd come North and put himself in danger in the first place but he was the one apologising. She looked down at her hands only to have him reach out and grab the one closet to him. She gazed at their joined hands before looking up to catch his eyes again.

"I wish I could take it back. I wish we'd never gone." he continued on when she didn't say anything.

She was shaking her head before he'd even finished, disagreeing with him. " I don't. If we hadn't of gone, I wouldn't of seen. You have to see it to know. Now I know." she just wished the cost of that knowledge hadn't been her child.

Needing Jon to understand she told hin "The dragons are my children. They're the only children i'll ever have. Do you understand." She seems him glance down at her stomach and she knows that he does. Finding some strength in the anger and grief from the reminder of her lost child she continues "We are going to destroy the Night King and his army. We'll do it together. You have my word."

Jon scans her face for a few moments before saying "Thank you Dany."

The use of her brother's old nick name for her startled a watery laugh from her. Seeing the confused look Jon sent her way she said. "Dany. Who was the last person to call me that?" she paused to actually think about it and realised it had been her brother, the day he died. "My brother, I think. Not the sort of company you want to be keeping." she told him.

"Not Dany then." he looked like he was going to say more but he seemed to change his mind and his eyes drifted away from her to look out the windows by the bed. After a few moments silence in which it looked liked he was drifting of again, he suddenly looked back at her and asked. "How long was I out?"

Looking out the window herself she noticed for the first time that the sun had risen. They'd set sail just after midday, meaning that she had been sitting by his bed side all night. "You where brought straight to the ship after you where found, around midday yesterday." she told him and watched him nod to himself. Suddenly curious she had to know "Jon, how did you get away? We saw you fall through the ice. Even with surviving that you where surrounded." Dany watched as sudden anguish fell over his face and knew that she'd reminded him of something.

In a broken voice that she'd never heard from the stubborn, strong Northman before, he told her "My Uncle Benjen. I thought he was dead, missing years ago on a ranging north of the wall for the watch. But he came galloping in out of nowhere, taking out Wight's with some sort of ball of fire on a chain, before throwing me on his horse and telling me to ride without him." Dany could tell that it was this that was causing him so much anguish. That he'd been forced to leave his previously thought to be dead uncle to die, when said uncle had come to save him. She had no words of comfort for him so this time Dany reached out and grabbed his hand and gave it what she hoped was a comforting squeeze. She wasn't sure if it worked but he shot her a small smile before a confused look crossed over his face.

"What?" she asked him. Jon tilted his head slightly, looking at her and said "Just something Uncle Benjen said before he drove of the horse." she raised an eyebrow at him, urging him to go on and he signed in defeat before saying "He told me to return to Winterfell before heading south. There's apparently something I need to find in the crypts."

She let the surprise show on her face and asked "Did he say what?"

"No, there was no time. The whites where getting closer but it must be important if he wasted those precious few moment's to tell me of it." She couldn't argue with him there, and part of her was now curious. "And I've been thinking on it. We're going south to prove to the southerners that the Wight's are real. Perhaps we should do the same with the North as well. The Northern houses are following my orders but I know they don't truly believe, especially the Lords of the Vale . . " he seemed to trial of here but Dany could see where he was going. "You want to take the Wight to Winterfell and prove to all that the legends are true and while there search the crypts for whatever is hidden there." She had to admit, it was a solid plan. While they'd sent word to Dragonstone that they had been successful in capturing a Wight, Dany had said to wait until they returned to send word to Kingslanding. Going to Winterfell first, while it was a risk, would mean they would be able to go south knowing that the North was fully knowledgeable about what was to come, no matter what happened in Kingslanding.

"And how do you propose we get to Winterfell?" she asked, surprising him.

"We? You want to come to Winterfell?" he looked slightly worried and Dany could understand why. A Targaryen in the heart of the North surrounded by people, or relatives of people, that went to war against her family. She knew it would be dangerous, but she believed Jon and his men would protect her. Plus she would have two large dragons near by.

"We are allies now, and we will show our people that no matter how dangerous the situation, we have each others back's." she told him. She got a small smile for her words before he said "In a few of days we should come upon the Bite. From there we can dock at White Harbour and then ride North to Winterfell."

Nodding her head she looked at his tired expression and said "Well it looks like we have a new plan then. Get some rest, You'll need it for the ride and I'll let everyone know of the change of plans." Not waiting for a reply she released his hand that she hadn't even noticed she still held and got up to do just that. She walked to the fire and put more logs on it before walking to the door and leaving the cabin, a woman on a mission, not hearing Jon's whispered, "Thank you, My Queen."