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When Jon got home, he was relieved to see Arya doing her homework on the dining table.
"Are you okay? Have you eaten?"
"Yeah," she nodded. "I stopped by Hot Pie's and he gave me a sample of his new recipe."
"Any chance that you saved some for me?" He grinned.
Rolling her eyes, Arya stood up and went to the fridge to retrieve the plastic container.
"I didn't finish it. Wasn't all that hungry."
Taking his coat and shoes off, he joined her in the kitchen, putting the pie in the microwave. "We'll share it."
"There's no more milk by the way."
"I'll call Sansa to stop by the shop."
Arya returned to her homework, her mind drifting off to what Hot Pie had said earlier.
"Hey, have you seen my phone?"
Looking up, she saw Jon patting down his trouser pockets before heading over to his things.
"I'm sure that I put it in my pocket."
Frowning, Arya replied, "Did you leave it at work?"
"No, because I texted you after I left... It doesn't matter. I'll, uh, use Bran's."
"What? No!"
Jon sighed. "I'm sorry but it's only temporary until I find mine or get a new one. Bran's going to be okay, you know?"
The microwave beeped and they both turned their attention to it.
"Now, how about some pie?"
...
Ygritte twirled the phone on the bartop, crossing her leg over the other as she stopped the phone and scrolled through the emergency contacts. Darn passwords. She didn't know his passwords then and she certainly didn't know it now.
A number jumped out at her, the name clear on the illuminated screen. Sansa Stark (Sister).
Pressing the name, she placed the phone onto her ear. It rang three times then another three times before it finally picked up.
"What the hell, Jon? I'm at work!"
"Oh, I'm sorry to disturb you. I found this phone you see and well, you're listed as 'sister'. I assume-"
Sansa's voice became softer. "He's lost his phone, crap. Well, thanks for calling. We can arrange to meet or I could somehow call my brother to come and get it from you."
"That won't be necessary. I know your brother already. I needed confirmation that it was his."
"Are you...? Who is this? I didn't get your name."
"Oh, darlin'. I apologise for not introducing myself earlier. I'm Ygritte. An ex-girlfriend, if you want to put a face to it."
"Oh, I do recognise your accent. Jon barely talked about you."
Ygritte chuckled bitterly. "I barely talked about him. We were casual lovers. Anyway, seeing as it's you that I had the pleasure of calling... I have a proposition for you."
"What?"
The Irishwoman could hear the young woman's frown in her voice but disregarded it. She let it simmer for a short while, even taking the time to order a gin and tonic.
"A modelling gig for a TV advert has come up. They've asked me but I have other commitments. I did tell them that I know of someone who can take the gig up and I just remembered that Jon had a beautiful ginger-haired sister who had dreams of becoming a model. Vanity over sanity, love."
She smirked when she heard Sansa gasp. She could tell that she was deeply contemplating this. Maybe Jon was wrong, his sister had not given up on her stupid dreams.
"Yeah, I'll do it! I mean, if I see the contract and how much I'll get out of it. When can we meet?"
"Night's Watch Club. Just on the high street. Saturday, 7 PM." Ygritte smiled. "Oh, and I'll mail Jon's phone to him. Your address? He's moved since the last time we were on speaking terms."
Sansa happily gave their address, excitement laced with her words.
"Ah, that's not far from where I'm staying. I'll personally hand deliver it. Maybe, we'd meet."
"I have to go but thank you so much. You-you," A soft sigh halted her words. "don't know how much this means to me."
Sansa hung up and Ygritte placed the phone back on the bartop. Well, well, Jonny Snow. Maybe, it's time to meet the family.
...
It was four in the morning when Sansa returned home, one plastic bag full of groceries in which she stocked the fridge and cupboards with.
When she was done, she yawned and stretched. She would have gone to sleep in her bed but that would mean waking Arya up and she was a light sleeper. She could sleep in Bran's room but she remembered that she still hadn't cleaned up the vomit from when he had a seizure. Jon's room was an obvious no-go. God knew what women came around when she and Arya were out.
She settled on the couch instead, grabbing an old blanket of her mum's before laying down and going into a foetal position.
It felt like minutes when she woke up to the sound of the toaster being set and the smell of eggs being cooked.
"Oh, God..." She groaned. "What time is it?"
Jon drew the blinds, making her squint and turn away. "Half-seven. I'll drop Arya off. You can go and sleep now."
Sansa sat up and saw Arya staring blankly at her before continuing to butter up her toast.
"Morning, Arya."
"Whatever," came a soft reply.
Sansa sighed and turned away as she stood up, stretching. "Did you sleep well?" She covered her mouth as she yawned.
"No, but when do I ever sleep well?" Arya replied and took a bite of her toast. "Want some?" She asked after swallowing.
Sansa smiled softly, shaking her head. She was about to go back to sleep when there was knocking on the door.
"I'll get it," she said making Jon shrug and continue eating his own breakfast.
When Sansa opened the door, she was met with a beautiful redhead with red lips curled into a sultry smile.
"Sansa..."
"Oh, you must be Ygritte! Hey, Jon! This is the woman who found your, uh, phone."
Ygritte tilted her head as Jon came over to the door with a bitter look in his eyes. She only smiled, ignoring the pleading glances Sansa gave her.
"Thanks," Jon told her, snatching his phone from her grip.
"Aren't you going to invite me in? Let me get to know your family better?"
Sansa beamed, stepping aside. "Come in! You can tell us how you know Jon."
Jon glared at Ygritte as she stalked inside, giving the small flat disapproving looks. Sansa closed the door and headed to the kitchen to prepare Arya's lunch.
"I can't pay for dinner money right now but I promise that next week I'll give you a little bit extra."
Arya nodded, helping her sister make her lunch as Jon handed Ygritte a glass of water begrudgingly.
"So, what brings you to town? You're not from around here," Arya said, stuffing her lunchbox into her schoolbag.
The Irishwoman chuckled. "I'm here on business. But I know Jon from our university days."
"You're a doctor?"
"Dropped out. Became a model instead. Jonny boy always told me that I'd regret it but look at me now."
Jon chuckled lightly. "Yeah, look at you now. I see that you're even vainer than before."
"How so?"
"You never used to wear red lipstick. You hated it. The only reason you're probably wearing it is to seduce me."
Arya raised her eyebrows as Sansa handed her her jacket. "I should get going, Jon. I'll be late."
Jon stood up, grabbing his phone and making sure it was secure in his pocket. He didn't know what calls or evil doings his ex must have done to his phone but he was sure as hell not letting her get her claws onto it again. He told himself to check it as soon as possible.
"When I get back," Jon started, taking his car keys. "You better not be here. Come on, Arry."
Once they had left, Sansa sat beside her guest with a smile on her face.
"So, what is the meeting going to be like?"
Ygritte chuckled at her excitement. "Just a casual one. You'll do a catwalk, a couple of headshots and full body photos before showing your best poker face. The gig's for an online fashion company who are refreshing their Winter collection via advertisement. It's going to pay about a hundred pounds per shot they use of you if they like you. You'll get more information in two days when you come over."
The Irishwoman glanced around the living room, noticing the photos of their family now and before. There were some of the siblings when they were children and one of Ned and Catelyn's wedding day.
"How did your family die again? Jon was always too... what's the word? Reluctant? Yeah, reluctant to tell me."
Sansa sighed, her eyes hardening as she took a deep breath. "My parents and my little brother Rickon were on their way home from Rickon's Judo competition. They encountered two men with guns who wanted to rob them. There was CCTV which caught the whole thing on camera. One of them grabbed my little brother which made my father react badly and get shot. He died immediately. The thieves were shocked about what happened and killed my mother too as she was a witness before pushing my traumatised brother onto the ground with our dead parents and running away. He managed to call Robb on Dad's phone who was coming home from the hospital with his wife, Talisa and Bran and Arya. Bran had broken his leg at school so Robb had helped to get him treated at the hospital he and Jon worked at with Dad."
"Do you need a minute?"
"No." Sansa shook her head. "Robb then drove to where it happened after tracking our father's phone but Rickon had run onto the road in front of Robb, making him swerve and crash into a tree, killing him and his pregnant wife instantly. Arya and Bran managed to get out but they were too late. Rickon was... Rickon was crying over our parents' bodies and after causing Robb and Talisa's deaths... He took one of the guns which the other thief had left and shot himself. Since then, Bran went into shock and Arya's been keeping to herself. Rickon was only fourteen..."
Ygritte's eyes softened. She had thought Jon had been lying. That the reason he broke up with her was that she was overbearing or something. She had thought that the family had died in a tragic car accident but there was more to what the siblings told people. She wondered why it hadn't ended up on the news.
"I'm so sorry. I should go, you're probably tired."
Sansa rubbed the bags under her eyes and smiled. "I'll see you on Saturday."
"Yeah. Don't be late."
...
Daenerys smiled when she saw Jon standing on the other side of her door with a bottle of cheap wine.
"You didn't have to get me anything."
"I completely ditched you and I'm sorry about that."
She blushed, letting him come in and give her the wine. She didn't mind the wine. She could watch a soap opera and drink it on a day off.
"How's your brother?"
"He's fine, he'll come home later today. There's not much they can do. They did scans and nothing turned up. We don't know why he had a seizure." Jon took a deep breath in as he sat down on the sofa. "Maybe he's becoming aware of his surroundings. I know he's in a catatonic state but maybe he's trying to communicate with us. I don't know how but I saw his eyes. There was a glimmer of light."
Dany smiled, sitting beside him as she grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly. The words tumbled out of her mouth before she could even think about them. "When he fully recovers, you should all go on a holiday. Get out of London. Go to Dorn or somewhere. I hear it's beautiful-"
"We can't afford a holiday let alone two week's worth of food. But thank you. Thank you for not making my hope seem stupid. Thanks for giving me more."
Her lips met his in a gentle kiss, all that she had to say felt in that single touch. When they came apart, she licked her lips.
"How's Arya? I heard she ran away..."
"She didn't," Jon chuckled. "Just needed some time to herself. Before you ask, Sansa is okay too. Even though I know you don't like her."
Dany laughed. "I would like your sister if she stopped calling me a bloody witch all the time. I hate to say this but she is kind of a bitch. If I'm not honest with you, who will be?"
"No, I agree. But she does it out of love. I've had so many exes who are either crazy or are complete bitches. She tends to look out for me. But she's misjudged you, Dr Targaryen."
Dany raised an eyebrow with a slight smirk playing on her lips. She had been misjudged multiple of times but hearing it from Jon's lips meant something to her. She knew he misjudged her himself.
"So, does that mean we'll be hanging out and painting each other's nails soon?" She asked him.
With a laugh, he replied, "Go, no! Sansa's not that type of girl anymore. She's grown up, so grown up that I sometimes hate myself for missing five years of her twenty-one years of living. I went to boarding school after getting expelled from my private one. Don't ask but it involved a bow and arrow - you don't want to know."
"But I do!" She giggled, her eyes twinkling. "I want to know what teenage Jon Snow was like."
Jon sighed, shaking his head. "He was free and happy..." He whispered sadly.