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A/N: This was just something in my head after watching the Flash. Not sure if I'll continue after this chapter with all the other stories I have going on at once. Even if I do continue, I'll be updating this after about a month or two. And that goes for my other stories as well. I need to take a break from writing these chapters since I have to prepare another proposal for admission to grad school. I'll be back soon. For now, I wish all of you a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Winterfell, Westeros, 0300 hours.

Time is fluid.

Any change to the flow of time and what was supposed to happen, never happens. Instead, a new future would beckon with branches being formed into alternate timelines. And now, a possible future where the War of Five Kings began with the death of Eddard Stark, has been thrown in doubt as a blue hued breach opened over a tiled roof in the main courtyard of Winterfell.

It was dark. The clouds covered not just the stars, but the light from the moon as well. Cold winds brushed along the castle walls, however the people inside were warm thanks to the water of the hot springs underneath Winterfell being piped through the walls. Lit torches were the only thing that provided light in the otherwise dark upper walkways of the courtyard.

Everyone was asleep.

The guards were making their rounds. And as the last guard left the courtyard, the breach opened. And when it did, a woman in clothes that the people in the castle would think strange, fell through and smashed against a large patch of the roof covering a walkway. She yelped at hitting the roof at a great rate of speed before bouncing off and then falling down to the hard, cold, ground with a thud. The blue hue from the breach then vanished after it was closed shut.

The guard that left the courtyard to patrol the training yard, having seen a bright blue light from the training yard, rushed back and found the unconscious and unmoving body on the ground. With a lit torch in hand, the guard brought it forward and his eyes widened at the young woman's battered and bruised face. He moved the torch over her body and then he saw the blood that was flowing on the ground from her injuries. The guard reached down just as other guards rushed to his side after having seen the blue glow. He gasped at the numerous tiles that had been stabbed into the young woman's body before he looked up to see a patch of the ceiling broken off onto the pathway below.

"Someone wake Maester Luwin," the Guard said looking back down at the body, "and get Ser Rodrick." He then stared at even more guards running towards the location after having seen the blue glow- both from the Kingsguard of King Robert Baratheon, and the guards of House Stark. The guard who found the body then looked back at the young woman, 'first the little Lord, and now this woman.'

Ned's Solar, Winterfell, sixteen hours later.

The door to the room where the mysterious woman that appeared earlier that night was closed off for the first five hours to everyone else except for Maester Luwin and the Lord of Winterfell, Eddard 'Ned' Stark. The Maester did not even allow the King or the Queen, Cersei Lannister, to check in on the woman. At least not until she was stable, and in what seemed to be a very deep sleep.

"At least that is what I suspect it is, Lord Stark, your Grace," the Maester said as he faced standing in front of the seated Eddard and Robert, the last of whom had a mug of wine in his hand, "the woman is not dead; her breathing is regular, her heart is beating, and her eyes are moving under her eyelids which indicate she is in a deep dream."

"But why has she still not woken?" Robert demanded before drinking his wine and then grabbing a pitcher of red liquid and pouring more into the empty mug while Eddard stared at him with a frown on his face. The Lord of Winterfell then turned back to face his Maester and asked if the woman's condition was similar to his young son, Bran's, condition.

"I believe it is similar, my Lord," the Maester said before he looked away as if he was deep in thought. Ned noticed the Maester's hesitation before asking if there was something else he wanted to say. The Maester then shifted his eyes towards the King, who looked back at him and waved his hand, demanding that he continue speaking. Luwin then sighed before nodding his head, "the woman was injured, she fell hard on the tiles that sheltered the gangway running above the main courtyard. The guards were not able to see the true extent of her injuries that were hidden under what she was wearing."

"Have you yet to explain the strange material?" Ned asked recalling the torn red and yellow costume that had been draped over a chair in the room where the woman lay under fur blankets; a costume that had a chest piece made out of a strange material in the shape of a lightning bolt.

"It feels like leather, but it is not. I… I really do not know what it is. I have not encountered this material before, My lord," the Maester said before he went back to talking about her injuries, "and I would like to point out that all her injuries have healed."

"What?" Ned asked before shaking his head and continuing, "Maester, you were the one who said that her cuts ran deep. You said she had broken bones in her left arm, right leg, and…."

"They have all healed, my Lord," the Maester said much to the surprise of the King and Ned who looked at each other and then at the Maester once more before asking him to repeat himself. "All her injuries have healed. The cuts, bruises, even the broken bones that have been set by myself."

"None of that is possible," the King said slamming his mug on the table in Ned's Solar, "you're mistaken, fucking mistaken."

"Your Grace, I…"

"Maester," Ned interjected knowing that the King was most likely drunk given he had been drinking ever since waking up from his afternoon nap two hours ago, "please check on the woman once again. Perhaps you are mistaken."

The look that Ned gave him told the Maester that there was no room for argument when the King acted the way he was acting at that very moment. The Maester then walked out of the Solar, leaving the King and Ned alone.

"Cersei is still demanding the woman be put on trial, Ned," Robert said before gulping down wine. He then poured more into his mug while glancing at the non-approval on Ned's face, "what is it!"

"The sun has only just come up and you're drunk," Ned said nodding at the wine.

"You haven't tried to sleep with the ice cold witch," Robert muttered looking away from Ned. He pushed his mind away from Cersei to the unknown woman, "you have to admit, Ned, that woman snuck into Winterfell and…"

"We don't know that, Robert," Ned said shaking his head as he leaned back on his seat, "why would anyone sneak into Winterfell and try to kill your children."

"There are those who still call me Usurper," Robert frowned before leaning forward and hissing at Ned, "the beggar king could have sent her here and…"

"How would Viserys Targaryen, who is on the other side of the world, know that you and your family are in Winterfell?" Ned asked, "he has nothing in his name. He and his sister are running from…"

"The whore is getting married to a Dothraki," Robert spat as Ned knitted his eyebrows. Robert, seeing the confusion on Ned's face, chuckled and then nodded his head, "I have the message in my room. There was a rider that arrived late last night, hours after the mysterious woman appeared. The message read that Viserys Targaryen is marrying off his sister to a Dothraki Horselord… that he is getting an army of Dothraki screamers."

"Even if that's proof," Ned said, "the Dothraki have never crossed the Narrow Sea, Robert. They will not do it for Viserys Targaryen and his sister. The only day I fear the Dothraki, is the day their horses can run on the water. And even if they do," Ned said while hoping that the Targaryen's are unsuccessful, "the entire Seven Kingdoms will unite and push them back into the sea."

"Is this the advice you give your king as Hand?" Robert asked narrowing his eyes at Ned.

"Yes," Ned simply answered before Robert waved him off and stood up. "The woman comes with us to Winterfell. Despite what you say, and despite what I think… and I very much loathe to admit that Cersei may be correct, the woman could have been sent by Viserys though one of his supporters to kill my children."

"Robert," Ned shook his head, "that is…"

"We have the best Maesters in Kings Landing," Robert said, "and she will be given a room in the Tower of the Hand. She will be under your watch, but she must answer for sneaking onto your home when my children were fast asleep." Ned glowered and reluctantly nodded his head. He noticed that Robert didn't mention the Queen, instead being seemingly worried more about his children. Ned suspected that the woman didn't arrive to hurt anyone, he didn't know how he suspected it… but he believed his suspicions. 'The Master didn't see that material she wore. He didn't know what it was, or what the lightning bolt represented. Then there were the strange words from Luwin about her wounds healing… I saw the injuries and they were bad. But now they are healed? That is curious.'

But Ned felt he still needed to keep the woman away from the Queen. He saw the rage in Cersei's eyes, as if she was going to kill the woman in her sleep when she, Robert, and Ned laid eyes on her the very first time while her entire body was practically wrapped in bandages. ' It would be several hours later that Ned and two of his children, already curious about the mysterious sleeping woman being carried in their midst, would leave for Kings Landing while Ned's bastard son, Jon Snow, made for the Wall.

TBC.