A/N:

Hello, hello there! I'm pretty proud of my updating pace, Yo give me energy, people!

American Socialist: Yes! Soon there'll be appearances for other characters from the GoT universe. I didn't tag Bran and Dany for nothing :)

And yeah, I know the whole how-the-fuck-we're-going-to-get-a-fucking-direwolf-out-of-the-heart-of-Manhattan thing is a big issue. Not for this chapter though, I'm still trying to find a good plan.

Anyway, enjoy that one guys!

Don't scream," Jon said quietly. "Don't even raise your voice." He looked at me with dark brown eyes, removing his hand from my mouth slowly as I stared back at him, too scared to look at the animal again.

No. No way its real. If it's real, what Jon says is real, and if what Jon says is real we're fucked.

Jon left my side and walked to the beast. I looked at it hesitantly, fearing of making it mad. It was the height of Jon, and when the king got closer to him, the direwolf lowered his head. Jon petted the monster's head, and the wolf licked his hand gently. "Ghost," Jon said and let out a sigh of relief, smiling almost like a boy. He hugged the beast's neck as if it was a Labrador.

"Andie," Jon went back to paying attention to me. I was frozen in my place, and let out a whimper as an answer.

Was that how Jon felt when he saw the cars? The vending machine? My freaking iPhone? Then he coped with that much better than I do now.

"What the fuck." I mumbled, my heart beats getting faster as Jon got back to my side and took my hand, taking me closer to his giant monster puppy. "Ghost," he said again. "This is Andie. She's fine." The wolf lowered his head even more to level with my eyes and sniffed the air. "oh, yeah. She has a cat, not for eating." Jon added.

"Not for eating?' I asked under my breath.

"He won't bite you," Jon said. "It's fine."

I looked at Jon, then at the wolf. Jon freed my hand and I lifted it a bit to Ghost's nuzzle to get a better sniff of me. After a moment when the wolf looked me in the eyes again, I petted his big nose, then behind his ears and his giant head. His fur was soft, almost like a bunny's.

I let out a gasp and brought my hand back to my side, looking back at Jon. I couldn't believe the words I was about to say.

"Alright, I believe you." I said. "But to help you, I need to hear the whole story. And for that, I need to have lunch."

I told Jon we can't let Ghost get out of the woods. As much as cool walking down the streets with that beautiful scary beast will be, we can't risk it. Jon told Ghost to stay there and we left the park.

I took Jon to one of my favorite vegan places, not really thinking where and when the guy came from when the waitress came and asked us if we'd like to place our order.

"One roasted chicken and potatoes," Jon said, not even looking at the menu. "And some bread and cheese."

The waitress gave him a nasty look. "Is that a joke?" she asked.

"Yessss," I said and gained a questioning look from Jon. "We'll order in a moment. Can we have lemonade for now?"

"Yes, two lemonades coming right away." She said politely. Jon watched her leave, then looked at me again.

"What?" he asked.

"You can't order chicken in a vegan restaurant!" I whispered half loudly at him.

"Why not?" he asked.

"Because it's a vegan restaurant!" I exclaimed, regretting taking him to eat in public. I should've bought him a steak or something.

"Oh, please elaborate." He looked as annoyed as I was. I took a big breath, reminding myself that I just saw direwolf and probably there are no vegans at the place where that thing came from. People like Jon are probably eating vegans like me for breakfast.

"Vegan means no animal products. No meat."

Jon blinked at me, then leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms. "So what do you want me to eat, then?" He challenged.

I sighed, looking at the menu. "I'll order for you." I said.

I ordered us vegan cheeseburgers with waffle French fries while Jon drank the lemonade thirstily. Then, he started to tell me everything.

Everything. Too many things, he didn't even got to his queen by the time to food came.

"Jon, dear, as much as it's intriguing to hear about Alister Thorne the great douchbag who got injured during the battle with the wildlings, I really need to know just how you got here." I interrupted, biting into a waffle fry.

Jon took another bite of his veggie burger (no complaints on the lack of meat so far), then closed his eyes, trying to remember. "I… I had that talk with my brother. He told me some things that were making everything even more complicated than it was-with the war, with Daenerys-and I… I just wanted a break." He looked so tired suddenly, but still had appetite as he bit into his burger once again.

"I see you're pretty exhausted," I said, dipping a waffle fry in that yummy secrete sauce they made in that restaurant. "The whole thing is complicated. Just too complicated. I do think you need a break. A vacation. You're stuck here anyway. Why don't enjoy our freaky world?" I bit my lovely piece of fried potato, "You should come to the concert tomorrow! Some of my friends… my really weird friends… are coming. We're going to see Green Day."

"Green Day?" He asked.

"Yes, they're a band. A music group. I'm sure you've never heard Punk in your life. It's quite an experience."

We had to make sure Ghost had food for the night. Jon said he'll hunt deer. I told Jon I'm not sure there are deer in Central Park. There's a zoo. We don't want Ghost to go to the zoo.

So Jon said he'd might hunt people. "I was joking." He said when he saw my face.

"You don't look like you know how to joke." I answered.

So after we were done with lunch (and dessert, because ice cream. The guy looked like the happiest toddler in the world with his rocky road. I'm suspecting he fell for chocolate after the Kit-Kat, and now it's frozen chocolate. The perfect treat for the King in the North.) we went to get some dog food.

By 'some dog food' I mean three sacks of dry dog food and five cans of wet food. I got us a wheelbarrow for all of that, and we drove it in the streets of New York.

That's what I like about that place. People have the magical ability to ignore you. However peculiar you are. However famous you are. And whatever you carry.

We went into Central Park, from the north this time and avoided the city workers. We went into the woods to find Ghost waiting where we left him. He sniffed the bags and looked disappointed.

"I know you can hunt yourself supper," Jon said and threw the sacks on the ground, "But Andie said there is nothing for you to hunt here."

I took the Swish knife I had in my back pack and cut the length of the first sack, spilling the content of two wet food cans inside and presenting the dish to Ghost. "There you go." I said, still careful around the giant wolf. He bent down and gave it a try. "I know, it's not like a fresh warm dead body of a moose, sorry."

Jon just gave me a disapproving look. "So you can have a knife?" He asked as we tried to hide the rest of the food in the bushes.

"Yes." I said, not even opening a discussion about it. It started to get dark, and I was getting tired and felt like chilling in my living room, watching cartoons.

The day started early for me-at, what? Two in the fucking morning when a guy magically appeared in my kitchen? I deserve some rest!

"Alright," I said, "We're going back to home base. The mothership. My castle on the hill-"

He quirked an eyebrow at me, "You call your house a castle?"

I ignored his comment, "The place where the magic happens… But I'm too lazy for the walk. We shell take the Subway."

"The Subway? What is that?" Jon asked.

"Oh, my young Padawan, you should definitely brace yourself for that one."

Jon didn't like the Subway. He didn't like the little gate where you have to slide the cards to open them. It took him too long to figure it out and the people behind him were getting angry. The train was too crowded and we had to stand the whole time, Jon almost crashing into me when the train first stopped.

"Hold the pole harder when we get to a stop." I told him after we both almost fell to the floor.

"I don't like this. We should've walked back." He whispered in my ear, peeking back at the woman who stood very close behind him.

"I'm sorry, Jon," I said with a half apologetic smile, "But if you want to know New York, you should go through the Subway experience at least once."

Then he looked behind my shoulder at the person behind me. I did the same. The guy was too close behind, he had more space and didn't have to stand so close to me.

I didn't want to cause a scene so I stepped closer to Jon.

"People here are almost as bad as the smallfolk in King's Landing." Jon gave the guy a nasty look as he stepped closer behind me.

I felt my cheeks burn with anger ant turned around. "If you mind, I'd like to keep my personal space personal,"

His response was a big drunken smile as he even leaned more towards me.

So I turned around and shoved my elbow back.

Into his ribs.

Yeah, not my smartest move.

Jon looked at me, baffled, as the guy behind me groaned in pain, "You little bitch!" He said, gaining some looks from other passengers.

Jon wanted to say something, but then other passenger got involved. "Leave her alone, you drunken idiot!" She said, giving him that New-Yorkish sharp dangerous look.

"Yeah, have some respect!" Another yelled.

The drunk shrunk in his place as passengers looked at him with distaste and almost crawled away. I smiled at Jon.

"What did you say about the people of New York?" I asked quietly with a sweet smile.

"They're brave," He admitted.

"They don't have time for bullshit." I corrected as the train came to a stop before I could notice, bumping into Jon like a fucking newbie.

We got to my place and I threw my back pack on the couch in the living room.

"Alright, Jonny Boy, I need to take a shower, so here," I gave him the remote control, "Something to keep you busy."

He looked at the plastic bar, full of rubbery buttons. "I thought we already went over that I am not from this world?"

I lifted an eyebrow, "Rawr, indeed you'er not," I was joking half flirty, half sarcastically. I earned another aggravated look from him.

"Alright, I did say it's entertainment. So I'll just give you a clue-" I pointed at the TV, "You need to point on that black square thingy," I started walking to my bedroom, "Good luck!"

"No, Andie wait-" and then I slammed my door, smiling manically to myself.

I don't believe he's going to figure it out.

A/N:

So I know that chapter was a bit all over the place.

As a Jonerys shipper I have a big internal conflict about Jon and Andie, but we'll see how it goes. Right now Andie is mostly joking when she's flirting, so worry not, fellow shippers! (Or should you?)

Aaaaanyways, I'm going to let Jon interact a bit more with our world before the action starts.

Am I talking too much? I think I'm talking to much.

Till next time

~A Girl Had Many Names~