A/N: Hey guys! That's going to be the longest one yet. I always though I'll go back to write shorter chapters but then they just get longer and longer!

Marvelmyra: Of course there's such thing as a vegan cake! I think you got confused with vegetarians. Vegans (like me) do not eat any animal products-no eggs, dairy and honey (and of course, any animal itself). So a vegan cake will not have eggs, butter, milk, cream or whatever else that comes from an animal.

Well, as always, thanks for reviewing&reading my story! Enjoy :3

I looked into Ben's blue eyes, clenching my jaw. I felt my heart stop, then racing like crazy.

"What exactly did you see?" I asked, holding the handle so tight my knuckles got white.

Ben smiled again. "You and your weird friends and that British midget running in the park with a huge animal. I don't know what it was all about, but I can call the police and tell them everything."

We can take him down, of course. But his dad is pretty high ranked in the police and if they'll find out about our past it's going to be even worse. I sighed and glanced to my friends. They were all sitting, tense. Jon stood in the doorway, Ghost by his side. Ok, let's try plan A.

I looked back at Ben and snorted, laughing in his face. "Are you fucking serious? Your obsession has got to a different level. What's next? A grizzly bear? A dragon? Oh, I know! A motherfucking unicorn!"

Ben got red with anger. "The police won't like it." He said.

"Well, I don't see the police around. Why didn't you call them yet?" I asked, crossing my arms. He clenched his jaw.

"Wait, the moment I'll call my father-"

"Oh, cut the bullshit." I rolled my eyes. "Go to back home, get some sleep. You probably stayed up way beyond your bed time so you're seeing things that are not there."

Ben didn't look happy. I was about to close the door again, but he pushed harder. Making me stumble back. I almost fell, but bumped into someone that stood behind me. Karen. She helped me stand steady as we were rudely pushed aside by that idit.

He stepped into my living room with too much confidence only to find Mika, Sean, Dakota and Zee playing Monopoly, sitting on the floor around the coffee table.

"Where is it?" He asked angrily.

"Where is what?" Sean asked, his injured leg hidden under a big fluffy orange pillow he hugged. "Wanna join us?" He asked. "I was just kicking Dakota's ass."

Ben turned around to face me. "Where is that Brit?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes, overacting. "Who, Jon? Why should I know? We only fucked once, nothing serious." I couldn't not smirk at that. I just had to make him mad, ok? Too funny to see the shades of red his face could change to depending on the subject.

"NO, I saw him with you!" Ben complained.

Dakota took a finger and made little loops at the side of his head. Sean laughed.

"Ben, I'll call the police. I don't care about your father." I said more seriously. He protested again, but I didn't care about what he said. Behind him, at the kitchen's doorway I saw Jon lean on the door frame, his eyes shooting daggers into Ben's back.

"Leave." He said in a low growl.

Ben gave me a winning smile and turned around. I really think something is wrong with that dude. He's completely mad. I don't know if he saw us or not. He's not right in his mind.

"I knew you were here! Midget." Ben said, trying to make it clear that he is the alpha male in the room. He wasn't successful.

Jon just got angrier and walked fast towards Ben, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pining him to the wall near me. Karen just stared in shock and stepped back.

Oh, great. More drama.

"Get off me you fucking mad son of a-"

"Shut up." Jon said in that low, no-bullshit voice of his. "I don't want to hear another word from you. You'll embarrass us all."

Ben gulped but tried to get his honor back by saying, "I'll take you down like I did with every other short guy I-i-I-… i…" His eyes got bigger. I looked behind my shoulder and saw why.

Yes, when the King in the North was angry he was threatening, shorter than Sean or Dakota or Ben, but scarier than each of them at their worst.

But now the one Ben was staring at was bearing his white, sharp giant teeth and staring down at him with blood red eyes.

Fuck, if that look was pointed a me from a damn giant direwolf, I'd die right there and then.

Ben's eyes moved quickly from Jon's face to Ghost's teeth and he gasped for air.

"Tell the police, and I will kill you." Jon threatened. "Either me, or…" He gestured with his head to the angry direwolf behind him. "Do you understand?" He asked and looked in Ben's eyes.

Ben nodded and sweated.

And then he fainted while still pinned on the wall by Jon. Jon let him go and watched as Ben slid down to the floor. We looked at each other in silence.

"Great, now I need to deal with that." I said and pointed at the unconscious stalker.

Jon quirked an eyebrow at me, "We only 'fucked' once?" He quoted me in a mock question.

I hid my blush. "The face he made for that was too funny." I answered.

We looked at each other again for a moment. I've always thought I could read him easily, he wasn't one to hide his thoughts or emotions, but he wasn't very readable now. I guess he was joking because he started to smile a little and let out a chuckle. Then Ghost stepped next to me and sniffed my hair, tugging his nose gently at me.

"So," Sean interrupted the silence, "Monopoly?"

It was four in the morning when we stopped playing. Everyone got tired and started to leave. Karen left first and took care of Ben. She left him at a homeless shelter with an empty vodka bottle. I have no idea where she found it.

After they left we decided to teach Jon to play Monopoly. He wasn't very good. His negotiation skills? Almost didn't exist. His understanding of the rules? He said they don't make sense.

When he had to go to jail he thought he can break out of it because there were no guards. Sean said it was a good point.

Mika left, then Dakota and Sean. Dakota had to open the bakery tomorrow. He said he'll just stay up and that the black bags under his eyes will just add to his look.

Zee, Jon and I were cleaning up the kitchen and living room, putting everything back to its place.

Zee stretched and yawned. "I can't believe the night didn't end yet." She said and headed to the living room. I found myself alone in the kitchen with Jon. He looked at me, lost in thought. He looked like he wants to say something. I didn't feel like answering questions right now. The adrenalin rush faded quickly after all of these hours being on edge.

"Andie," he started and I sighed in exhaustion. He stepped closer and I leaned back at the counter, remaining myself again and again that he already has someone to love and he's just being his brooding dramatic self. "Can I ask you something?"

"Depends on what, cause frankly my dear, I'm tired." I said, yawning just to make a point.

He looked at his feet, thinking. When he looked back at me to ask his question I heard a knock on the window.

Jon turned and I looked behind him. A white-eyed raven was sitting at the windowsill, asking to get in.

Daenerys couldn't let Cersei take back what too many people fought and died for. The deaths of the Unsullied and the Dothraki should not be in vein. She can't just ignore it happened.

She was tired and warned. She just came back from a battle. It was a success, on some scale. The people of the north started to put their trust in her. Very, very slowly. But when the Army of the Dead came knocking on their door and they saw her dragons are the most effective weapon against them… they had to trust her.

Another good thing was that their goal was achieved-to destroy that unit of the Night King army that came to take a village.

They also burned all the dead bodies that fell there. Some were villagers, some were the good men that fought for the living.

But then again, more than some good man died. More than some innocent people murdered. She didn't like to take her remaining children-Drogo and Reagal-to the field after what happened beyond the Wall. Gendry, the Usurper's bastard, turned out to be a talented blacksmith.

Daenerys met with him at his workshop the first moment she could, after she made peace with him about their fathers.

She came by after the battle to see his plans.

"The best steal we could find will protect their necks and their chests," He showed her his scribes.

Daenerys looked at the drawings-they were beautiful, and she hoped they won't slow the dragons down too much. But there was one more thing…

"Gendry," She said, softly yet queenly, "Do you know that the White Walker's weapons can cut through steal?" She waited for him to nod, then continued. "The only things that kills them and immune to their icicle-swords are Dragonglass or Valyrian Steal, which sadly I don't know how to produce the later."

Gendry looked at his parchments, then looked back at Daenerys. "We can cover it with Dragonglass scales. It's a light rock, I have some experience making weapons out of it in so many shapes. My men and I were making spears and shields for the unsullied, weapons for the Dothraki, and daggers for the Westerosies. I don't see why I can't use it to protect your dragons."

Daenerys looked at him and was filled with joy that this skilled man was pledged loyal to… well, Jon. And above all-to the living. And if he's loyal to Jon, he will be loyal to her. He must be.

Jon…

She didn't want to show to much emotion at these times, so she didn't let the tears well in her eyes and just gave him a proud and approving smile. "Thank you, my lord. We are lucky to have such a skilled man among our forces."

Gendry nodded and he was still thinking.

"One more thing, your Grace," He scratched his head.

"Everything." She said. "All the men you need, all the resources I will provide you."

"It's not that, I…" He gulped. "I will need to measure the dragons. I can see they're not exactly the same size, so… I'll have to measure both."

Daenerys thought for a moment. "If you will pay them respect, they will let you close to them." She said. "But I will come with you… just in case they had a bad day."

"Your Grace," Gendry asked again before they left to meet her children, "Any word of Jon Snow?"

Daenerys couldn't look him in the eye. "No."

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Now, after the measurements were done and Gendry wasn't eaten, Daenerys felt the tiredness fall on her. But it wasn't the time to rest just yet. She had to deal with the enemy to the south.

She met with Tyrion before they walked together to the meeting.

"I'm telling you, we have to trust him." He said.

"Trust the man who charged at me and my dragon with a spear."

"You must give him the credit for bravery. Completely, stupidly dumb bravery." Tyrion said with that sad shadow of a smile of his.

Daenerys sighed and looked at her hand. Tyrion failed her lately, but she still trusted his words. He wanted the best for the kingdom, and he thought she was the best. He was worried about the relations between her and Jon, a worry she could understand.

"He is also your brother, my lord." She said as they walked down the warm corridors of Winterfell. The warmth made her even more sleepy. "Don't you think you let your feelings in your way? I understand you hate your sister. I can't see why love her. Your brother loves her."

"Loved her. Until she told him what she is planning to do. When Jaime saw the wight and learned that there are at least a hundred thousand of those he pledged himself for the Great War. He was disgusted with my sister's repulsive behavior and finally left the bitch."

Daenerys gave Tyrion an amused side glance. "Are you hoping he'll stay by your side instead?"

"I'm hoping we will live and I can go back to my wine drinking, tits loving ol' habits." He said. "I'm sorry for that, your Grace." He gave her an apologetic look. She just smiled at him.

"You'll need to be sober long enough to help me manage the country." She said. "I still need your advice."

Tyrion stopped walking and looked up at her again, lost for words. "You didn't listen to any of my advice. I failed you more than once-"

"You are still loyal," She said. "You are still driven by loyalty to me and to the people. You are speaking out of good will, and not by interest. Do you think I kept you around to amuse me?"

"Well, sometimes I do. I am quite amusing." They started to walk again.

Jaime didn't look like the happiest person to serve Daenerys, but he did call her 'your Grace'. Probably Tyrion told him to do that.

He looked at the map of Westeros.

"My birds told me eighty ships harbored at Black Harbor today. They had some of Euron's men on them, but also some of the Golden Company." Varys informed them. "They indeed have elephants."

"Are elephants fire proof?" Daenerys asked sharply. Jaime glanced at her quickly, probably remembering his own battel against her dragon.

"Not that I know of, your Grace." Varys said. "They're estimated to be about two thousand men. A flotilla similar by size will harbor in about three days, too. But the majority of Euron's fleet is still on its way on the Narrow Sea."

"Is there a way for us to change their minds?" Daenerys asked. "We can show them they do not stand a chance against my fire."

"Your majesty," Jaime said. The words sounded like he had a hard time saying them, "The Golden Company, like they're name, fight for gold. Only gold. They are sponsored by the Iron Bank, and no one I know of have more gold than them. My family used their service more than once, and somehow my sister convinced them she can win this war… that she is a good investment."

"Wars are a good investment." Varys said. "Maybe we can convince the Iron Bank otherwise."

Jaime looked at the map again, thinking. "We can try." He said. "If you can prove you'll be able to pay them double. They don't care about the Great War. They only know its keeping the dragons up in the north to give Cersei more power in the south."

Daenerys looked at Tyrion, looking for a smart advise.

"We can give them a blow," He said, "The soldiers that came. Show them your power, eliminate them. Then go to the Iron Bank and convince them you are a better investment."

Daenerys was confused by Tyrion's new, less diplomatic choice. Maybe when it came to his sister betraying the whole country, he didn't have as much patience as before.

"Alright." She said. "But who will keep the north safe? Jon… Lord Snow is gone. We are still searching for him. The northmen barely trust me to lead them. The Army of the Dead is on its way and they're not going to wait for us to settle our own conflicts."

"Lady Stark is listened to by the northmen and the knights of the Vale." Sir Davos spoke suddenly after a long time of silent. It was a small council, only her, Tyrion, Jaime and Varys, but she felt Davos should be the one to place Jon while he's gone. "They will listen to me, and to Lady Mormont. Tormund the Wildling leader will be of help. We have good people here that will fight with Death to the death."

Daenerys nodded. Ser Davos was an honest and trustworthy man. "I will come back as fast as I can. I will leave here more than half of my forces, and Missandei to translate." And to be Daenerys eyes in the north. You can never be too careful.

Tyrion didn't protest. "After the attack on Cersei's forces," Tyrion said, "Let me go to the Iron Bank and do the talking. That's what I'm good at."

"What will I do without you?" Daenerys asked, not wanting her Hand so far from her.

"You will have to trust Jaime. You will have to listen to less talkative people, and you will have to think from my point of view and ignore it when needed." He smiled at the end at his own words.

Daenerys wanted to sleep. She wanted to check if there are any news from the Three Eyed Raven. But there were things that couldn't wait. War wasn't waiting for Jon to come and lead, and Daenerys was the queen. She had to keep going and save her people, even if they don't agree to be her people. Yet.

"Alright," Daenerys straitened her back and took over her queenly posture, "Shall we begin the practical planning?"

"Zee!" I called, running to the living room before she'll leave. But instead of finding her packing her stuff, she was sitting on the carpet at the entrance with a blank stare.

"There's someone here to meet me." She said in a monotone voice. When she had that voice, I knew she was concentrating. She was in the zone.

"Well… kinda." I said and turned around. The raven sat on Jon's shoulder, his white eyes scanning the inside of my house curiously. "That raven is Jon's brother."

"No, he's not my brother. My brother is in his mind." Jon Corrected me.

"Is the bird listening to us, or is it Bran?"

"Bran." Jon said and looked down at Zee. "Are you alright? Do you want to sit on a chair?"

"No," She said. "I prefer the floor. She lifted her arm towards Bran the bird without looking at Jon. The raven flew onto her arm.

There was a moment in which nothing happened. They exchanged looks, and it made me nervous. "Is everything alright?" I asked.

"Yes." Zee said. Then her eyes rolled back and turned white. She stayed still and didn't faint.

"Zee?" I asked again, worried. "Zee? What is happening?" I asked. Kneeling in front of her. It was so creepy.

"It's alright," Jon tried to sound reassuring. "That's what Bran does when he's warging."

"Did your psychic brother just got into my friend's brain?" I asked, obviously not calming down. I didn't know what he did there.

Will Zee come out of it fine? I hope she'll come back like she usually does, but her eyes never rolled in her head like this before.

Zee never liked getting in the Zone, but sometimes she had to. Sometimes, the Zone came to her without her invitation.

That moment was both.

She looked around her, knowing it happened in her brain or to her soul on a different plain of reality-another dimension, maybe? It wasn't too long since she'd ben to a different dimension before, which reminds her, she needs to tell Andie about the dimension thing more clearly.

That place looked like an inside of a castle made of white bricks. She saw a teenager standing opposite to her. He was tall with fair skin and dark hair and eyes. He wore some weird medieval clothes and Zee knew immediately that this is Jon's brother, Bran.

"I see you have the gift." Bran said. "The Sight."

She looked back at him, thinking for a moment, "Yeah," She decided in the end. "You can say that."

"Where is Jon Snow?" He asked.

"Couldn't you see that through the raven's eyes?"

"I did, but I don't know that place." He looked frustrated. Zee nodded in understanding.

"New York City," Zee said. "Manhattan to be exact. But we live in a state that is called the United States of America." Bran looked like he's processing those things in his mind.

Bran had a lost look in his mostly neutral face. "I've never heard of it."

"That is because it's a different dimension." Zee explained. It didn't help and he still looked puzzled.

"A different reality that is existing while yours is too. There are endless dimensions, I know only a few of them. Sometimes there's a glitch and someone finds oneself in a strange reality."

Now Bran seemed to understand better. "So it is not our future then."

"No."

"And do you know how to bring oneself back to his own… Dimension?" He asked curiously.

Zee paced in the room, thinking. "Well, I did it once." She brushed her hair with her fingers, thinking. "I can't be the one to do it this time."

"Please explain." He asked, not moving at all. There was something strange about him, like he can't feel like normal human. He wasn't just psychic like her.

"A few years ago, a girl my age woke up in my living room. A very similar story to Jon's. She said she needs to find something called a port-key. An object to bring her back to her world." Zee remembered Luna and smiled. Such a strange, dear friend to her. "But she also had to let out things that were on her heart, she needed help getting through some hard times. So after that, we could fine that port-key. It was something from her world, something you can only find there that appeared here too. And it was, luckily, not too far from us."

"Like Ghost?" Bran asked.

"No, Ghost is a living being. I believe he has some connection with Jon, am I correct?"

"Yes." Bran said.

Zee smiled a little, "So that's probably why. Also, he was probably very physically close to Jon when it happened. The thing we will be looking for will not be an animal."

"So can you find it and bring Jon back?" Bran asked. "He is very needed here."

"I'm sure he is." Zee wondered a bit. "I can't find it. It's not my job."

"You've found the last port-key."

"I don't call it a port-key. I call it a gate." She said. "And every gate has a gatekeeper. I'm not the gatekeeper of your world." Then she smiled again. She couldn't believe she was right about that. Ever since she met her friend, she felt she was like her.

"So you think it's…"

"Andie." Zee said and let out a laugh. "May the gods you believe in help us all."

A/N:

Ha! Writing the Daenerys part was a lot of fun! I'm no GRRM, but it sure does fun to write in his world and imagine how things will play out there (even though I don't have any of his skills, let alone that character-killing urge).

So tell me what you thought!

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