A/N:
Hello once more my friends!
Snowflake2410: I hope I'll be able to bring Jon to Coney Island (I wish I could go there myself, ha! Maybe next spring~~~), we'll see with how the plot is going :)
That chapter might be a bit darker or less funny than the previous ones, but I promise the story's tone is not going to change too much :D
~Enjoy!~
By the time I was done with my shower, wearing green short-shorts and a Kermit t-shirt, I found Jon in the kitchen, looking at the light that turned on and off as he opened and closed the door.
"You couldn't figure out the TV, ha?" I stepped into the kitchen and took one beer bottle out of my fridge. Jon almost hit his head on the counter when he stood up too fast, turning around to face me, embarrassed.
"The what?" He asked, then looked around. "What is that closet?" He asked and gestured to the oven with his head.
"It's an oven," I said, taking two glasses out of a cabinet and opening the bottle, "And the thing I told you to point at, the big black rectangular thing. That's called a TV."
Jon blinked as I poured the beer into a glass, poring less into one of the glasses for him to try. I handed him the glass and he looked at the fizzy bubbles floating up and popping at the surface. He drank it, lifting his eyes to me. "Is that some kind of an ale?"
"Beer." I said, taking another bottle from the fridge and handing him it with the bottle opener.
"You called that thing an oven? Where are you storing the wood for the fire?" He was so serious, it was too funny.
"We don't need fire these days," I said and pointed at the light bulb, "The same energy that light that glass bubble, is the same energy that most of the appliances in the house work on. Remember the lightning in a box? We call it electricity. Here people learned to use it. That's how the oven works."
"But the oven is supposed to be hot," Jon said and finally opened the bottle and poured himself more beer, "And this thing-" "Fridge." "The… fridge… it is cold inside. The top part of it is even freezing, I checked it myself."
"That's beyond my understanding." I laughed and took a frozen pizza out of the freezer. Usually I make everything from scratch, but I store those vegan frozen junk foods just in case of laziness. I turned on the oven, took a pan out and placed the pizza on it, Jon watching carefully for every move I made. Poor guy, stuck with a vegan after he's probably used to eat meat every meal of the day. Well, tomorrow he'll meet my friends. They'll take him to a place where he can have as many dead animals as he'd like.
"What is that?" He asked as I set the timer on.
"Pizza." I answered. "Oooh, you're going to love that. Vegan and store bought, but it's still pizza."
"Frozen food." Jon mumbled as we walked into the living room, "That's actually a useful idea. I don't know if we will be able to do it… then again, winter has come so it's not that hard to freeze anything."
I crushed on the sofa and found the remote control on the small table in front of me.
"What is that winter thing you always talk about?" I asked.
Jon sat next to me with his drink, looking at the floor. "You said here winter is about to start in five months," He said.
"Well, you know. Now it's summer... usually summer lasts for three months, and then fall is also about three months and only then winter starts." Jon smiled at that, taking a sip from his beer.
"That sounds like a light way to live," He looked at the bubbles again, "So where I am from, summers and winters can last years and years, long and hard winters, and warm summers you don't ever want to end, even if they last three, five or seven years."
I listened, not really liking the whole idea of a winter longer than three months, especially the snow and frost and freezing wind. And he said he's king in the north, which means it's super cold there.
"And this winter is going to be darker and harder than ever before." He was so serious, I almost felt chills down my spine. I know that look people have, when they saw so much shit, when they look fear itself in the eye, and the only thing that keeps them going is hope.
I know it, because once I used to see that look every morning in the mirror.
"Good thing you have Ghost." I said, trying to lighten up the mood. It was a long day, only one freaking day, and I felt like I knew the guy for at least a month. I didn't want him to be so sad.
"I have to go back," Jon said eagerly, "As soon as possible, Andie, I have to go back to my family. To my people. I have to… I have to go back to my queen." He looked me straight in the eyes, like he's trying to convince me it's true. I believe it's not going to be a nice weather in Winterfell. People will probably live between the walls without seeing the sky or the green grass, people will get sick and hungry and will need a leader to show them the right way to get through winter.
But why is he so dramatic? Where is that raw fear really comes from?
I heard the timer beep, breaking the dark stare Jon had on his face.
"Well," I said, tearing my eyes from his, "That's a good timing." I took a sip from my beer and stood up quickly, walking to the kitchen.
I cut the pizza into slices, three for him and three for me. I walked back into the living room, handing him his plate and sitting back. "Now, that's going to be a fun experience," I said, turning on the TV.
Jon's expression was priceless.
He looked at the moving characters, in that case, a Saturday Night Live sketch. He didn't even touch his pizza, staring at the screen for full five minutes.
"I know there aren't any real people in there, that would be beyond foolish to assume," Jon started slowly, "But what is that sorcery? Technology, I mean."
"This is TV Land, where dreams crush and nightmares come true."
"What?"
"It's a… Ok, do you have plays in Winterfell?" I was trying to think of a way to explain it in his language.
"Not in Winterfell, but there are plays in Essos and King's Landing and other places in Westeros." He answered.
"Well," I said as he tried his pizza, "This is a device… a vessel… Which through it we can watch plays, some fiction and some real, some already… happened on a studio-a stage somewhere else, and some happen as you watch it, it can show you things from every place in the world-our world. And it is also a way for people to communicate with the masses."
He looked so confused and just took another bite.
"So the leaders can also bring the news to the people-and not just the leaders. They're not the ones who decide what comes in and out-"
"Andie," Jon stopped me. "I'm sorry to stop your explanation. This is too much." Then he took another bite of his pizza. "And I love that thing." He gestured to the pizza with a full mouth. I smiled tiredly, biting my own pizza and just changing the channel to one that showed a Disney movie. He's right. It's too much, the day was long and it is only proper to finish it with ber, pizza, popcorn and an animated movie.
"So she is not allowed to go to war instead of her father," Jon tried to confirm it with me.
"Yes, in ancient China it wasn't legal for women to fight in the army or at all."
"She will be executed for it?"
"If she'll be found, yes." I was pretty tired by that point, and I've also watched Mullan for a thousand times already. I was snuggled on one side of the couch in my fuzzy TV blanket.
"How did they make those paintings move?"
I shoved some popcorn into my mouth, "They just do, Jon, it's animation."
"And they call that a dragon? That small red lizard snake?" He asked mockingly.
"Hey! Don't make fun of Mushu! He's my favorite Disney sidekick."
Jon sighed, stretching in his place. "If you'd have seen the dragons Daenerys have…"
I almost choked on my popcorn. "Your queen have dragons?!"
Jon gave me a side glance, "Well, she is the mother of dragons. She used to have three… but now she has two."
"Holly fuck. Your girlfriend has dragons. How are you not afraid to forget her birthdays?"
"Girlfriend?" He asked, confused.
"Well, it's obvious you're in love with her." I said, throwing more popcorn into my mouth and facing the TV again.
"Still. 'Girlfriend' sounds very diminishing when it comes to a queen." Jon said and leaned towards me to grab a handful of popcorn. I felt a bit sad that guy was taken, but then again-he's from, like, 15th century Whateverland.
"So you are in love? And she loves you?"
Jon looked at the floor and sighed again, "Can we not talk about it right now?"
"Humph. Whatever is going on between you two, it sounds juicy." He gave me a very displeased look. "Alright, I give up. Back to the movie."
Jon grabbed more popcorn and leaned back. I yawned, looking at him from the corner of my eye for a moment, then back at the screen.
"She reminds me so much of Arya," He suddenly said and I looked at him, not knowing who that is. "My younger… sister." He explained. How hard it is to remember she's his sister? Something's weird with that guy. I mean, beyond the whole King in the North thing, and the 'came from a medieval world with dragons' stuff.
"That's a beautiful name," I decided to say in the end. "Here, Arya is a name for a part of operas… a play. It is being sang when the characters want to express emotion, and is making the most musically and emotionally beautiful moments in those plays."
Jon looked satisfied with it and smiled a little, "I didn't see her for so long. We said goodbye when she was only a child, and when we met again she grown to be quite a fighter. She always was a fighter, she never wanted to be a lady."
"You miss her," I said, leaning on the shoulder of the sofa. He talked about his little sister with so much love, it was more than sweet.
"Aye, very." He answered.
We kept watching the movie in silence, but I think each of us was thinking about the people they miss.
I felt my eyelids close, heavy, and I entered the dream realm of direwolves, dragons and giant whales flying in the sky.
"Where is he?" Daenerys barged into the meeting room, hair wild and cheeks red from the freezing wind after her long ride on Drogon. She and her dragons scanned Winterfell and at least fifty miles around it, looking for Jon.
Bran told him the truth a few days ago. He was her nephew, Aegon Targaryen. The rightful heir to the Iron Throne.
As the honorable man he was, Jon came first to Daenerys to tell her everything. He couldn't keep a lie from anyone, let alone his queen.
But she knew he doesn't care for power and titles. She knew he only wants the best for his people and cared mostly about defeating the Night King, and she knew he loved her.
She loved him.
Still. He was shocked. They arrived Winterfell only five days before Bran, the Three Eyed Raven, decided to break down the story of her brother and Lyanna Stark to Jon. Aegon Targaryen.
But for Dany he will always be Jon.
He was so happy before, to see his three younger siblings alive and pretty much well. She remembered his wide smile after Arya almost defeated him while sparring. He was so proud of her, and his smiles were so rare in those days.
Then the news from the Wall came to them. Few survived. Tormund, Baric and about a dozen wildlings were on their way to White Harbor.
And then, it had to be then, when she mourned poor Viserion's fate once again, when they had to get ready for the worst of all and Queen Cercei's army didn't show but Jaime Lannister did with the news of his sister's betryel, Bran decided to tell Jon the truth.
Dany was shocked herself, but for her bedding relatives wasn't a foreign idea, even though it never happened before. She grew up believing she will marry her brother and have his children one day.
"I just…" Jon mumbled after talking to her and stroke Ghost ears, "I need to think. There is too much going on. We need to be ready for the Walkers." Dany agreed with him, of course. She'd let him have his time to think in the Godswoods as he asked.
But now he and his wolf were nowhere to be found.
At the big table sat Sansa, the Lady of Winterfell with her sister, Arya, and her brother, Bran. Next to them were Tyrion, Jorah, Varys, Missandei, Grey Warm, Ser Davos-all of the great advisers and strategists and leaders, and the Dragon Queen was standing in front of them like a mad woman, with the wind still in her hair and tears welling in her eyes. She felt like she did back then, when her dragons were taken from her.
Taken, because Daenerys was sure he will never abandon his people. The man who couldn't lie to an enemy will not cower away from his duty to his followers. That was another thing that made her love him.
"What do you mean?" Tyrion asked her. Only then she noticed his brother, Jaime, next to him in front of a map of the north.
"Jon," she said, "He's gone."
"What do you mean, gone?" Davos asked and stood immediately from his chair, worried for his king. Daenerys knew he was like a son to him.
"He went to the Godswoods last night, and now it's almost evening and he's nowhere to be seen. I was looking for him with Drogon the whole afternoon." She said and looked around at the people in the room. Arya stood now, her face blank as usual but Dany knew she was worried as well.
"Jon was never one to pray to the gods," Sansa tried to reason, a worried expression starting to spread on her face.
"He needed a quiet place where no one will bother him," Arya told her sister. "That's where father used to go after executing people." Sansa looked at Arya and nodded, then looked at Bran.
The Three Eyed Raven's eyes rolled back in his head as he was warging and looking for Jon.
The room fell silence for five whole minutes as Dany's gaze didn't leave Bran's face. Then, his eyes rolled back and he looked at her.
"I can't find him." He said, some disappointed and even worry in his voice, "Take me to the Weirwood tree."
A/N:
Yep. I told you the other characters will appear soon! Muhahahaha
Andie's POV will be the only one I'm going to write in first person and the rest will be in third person, it feels more like it for some reason.
So what did you think? I hope there was enough Jon VS Technology moments for you guys! It's really fun to imagine and write them.
~A Girl Has Many Names~