A/N:

Hi peoples! 0)

So yep, there was an obvious Harry Potter Easter egg, but it's not a cross-over :)

As always, thanks for reading and reviewing the story!

"What."

It was more a statement than a question. I just stared at Zee. It was, like, five in the morning and my brain didn't work well. She just spilled so much information that for me sounded more like a nice plot for a book, a mini TV series maybe.

"You are like me, I tried to tell you that for a long time but I knew you wouldn't understand until you'll have to take the task and help someone from a different world yourself." She said it like it's obvious. I had chocolate almond milk and tried not to fall asleep right there on the kitchen's island.

"I still don't understand." I felt frustrated. Why everything in one night? Why?

Jon looked at me from the other side of the island. He was trying to figure it out too.

"So you are saying this… gate is something you can find only in my world that will just magically appear somewhere in this world?" He carefully asked Zee.

"Yup. Just like you and Ghost did. Poof."

I wasn't completely listening. "So that girl Luna from a few years ago was that weird because she came from a world of wizards and magic?"

"No," Zee said with a smile, "She was weird even by her own world's standards."

"That's cool. A world like ours, but with a secret society of wizards and witches." I liked that idea. Why our world must be that boring?

"Well, those are all worlds that happened once in someone's head. We just don't know them here. Maybe it exists in a different place as a book." Zee said.

"I doubt that." I said thoughtfully, "Who would want to watch a show about a guy so brooding?"

Jon didn't take my remark too seriously, "How do we find that gate?" He tried to pull us back to the tracks.

"Andie's supposed to find it."

"What? But why me?" I asked, not liking the responsibility.

Zee took the last slice of pizza on the counter, "Cause you're the gatekeeper."

"But why?"

"I don't know that." Zee said and bit into her pizza. Jon just gave me that eager 'we-gotta-do-something-now' look of his.

"It helped me to meditate," Zee said. "Maybe you should try?" She picked up her things again, and started to walk out of the kitchen. "Oh, yeah. And Jon's supposed to get an advice or something from you before he goes. That's why he was sent here."

I heard the door open and shut. I glanced at Jon. "An advice? From me?" I laughed. "Look at me! I'm a complete mess." I stretched and walked to my room.

"Where are you going?" Jon asked, following me.

"I'm going to bed." I said. "It was a long night, we all need to rest. And I have work tomorrow's evening."

"What?" Jon caught my wrist. "You're supposed to find the gate! We can't waste any moment in-"

"Sleeping? Jon, I'm a fucking human and as much as I know you're one too. You can't just do stuff without a fucking break. If the people you fight won't kill you, your workaholic nature will." I turned around to look at him. He looked to the side with a clenched jaw, thinking.

"There is no time to rest at war." He faced me now and leaned on my bedroom's doorframe.

"I don't know how to help you, Jon." I said with a sigh, looking at my cat that now was sitting at the top of the shelf, watching Jon and looking for the big animal she probably smelled. Poor Marylin, locked in my room so Ghost won't eat her.

I was really tired. I had no idea how to meditate, or how to give helpful advice that do not include how to handle guns and hit targets, dye your hair in many different colors or bake. I was an okay guide in Manhattan and a pretty good guitarist. I don't know how I can help someone who manages a freaking war in a strange world. And finding a fucking gate to whereverland? How should I know how to do that?

Jon looked lost. He was tired himself.

"The war is not here," I said carefully, "I mean, yeah, there are wars in that world too, but your war is somewhere else. And as much as it's urgent for you to go back, there is a reason you are here. And I think it is to clear your mind and take a fucking break because this is the only thing I have to offer right now." I waited for him to answer, but he didn't. I guess he already said whatever he wanted to. But then he asked a question.

"How did you do that?" He asked, "Sean wouldn't tell me how you are so skillful with those guns. He told me to ask you."

I was too tired to answer a question I wasn't planning on answering anyways, "I'm going to bed. We'll figure out everything tomorrow." I said, "Good night." I waited for him to go to the living room. I already opened the couch for him and made it into a nice comfy bed, so he won't have to sleep so uncomfortably again.

He looked down at me and we were closer than I planned. It wasn't fair. I'm not going to make a man cheat on his… well... whatever is happening between them. Maybe he needs that kind of advice? That will be silly. A relationship advise from someone who can't keep one.

I knew deep inside that it's not just his good looks, but I didn't want to think about it. It was easier to objectify him than falling for him. And also, I only know him for three and a half days. It's probably just the hormones talking.

"Good night." He said finally after a long silence and straitened himself. He turned around, and I closed my door.

Oh sweet sleep, here I come.

I woke up at noon. I don't know why my bedroom door was open.

Marylin? Oh shit.

I almost bolted out of my bed and out of my room. She wasn't in my bathroom or in the kitchen. I tiptoed into the living room.

Ghost was sleeping in the corner-I mean, it's the farthest third of the living room.

"Marylin?" I whispered, walking silently towards the direwolf. I didn't see any blood or ginger fur on the floor, so maybe he didn't eat her.

I took a closer look at Ghost. And then I saw he had something orange under his leg.

It purred.

My stupid cat was snuggling with a direwolf.

"Oh, thanks for the heart attack." I turned around to find an empty couch.

"Jon?" I asked, looking for him in the house. "Seriously? Why… how… urrggh!"

I couldn't find my phone. The front door was unlocked. Where did that guy go to?

I skipped breakfast, too worried about Jon walking alone in New York. I mean, yes, he did it once, but had a map… and went to Central Park with an idea of what he's looking for… and he also told me he's going!

I dressed quickly with black shorts and a ripped Ramones' shirt, putting on my flip-flops and heading out of my place.

What the fuck did he think he's doing?

Jon wasn't sure where he was at the moment. He just knew he needs sometime alone, and Andie's house was too small for him to think in.

He didn't really manage to think about the things he wanted to think about. He was too busy navigating and looking for… well, he wasn't sure what he was looking for. Something from his world. It could be a scroll, a goblet... maybe dragonglass?

He overheard some people talk about the incident last night. He knew it was quite a big event. He couldn't believe they actually did that just a few hours ago.

It wasn't the easy way out, but then again, going up beyond the wall to bring a wight to Cersei wasn't his smartest move either. They should've just sent a good assassin to do the job and take down the Mad Queen. That treasures woman… She was no good at all. They needed her forces, but all she could think about was controlling the south while good people are sacrificing themselves for everyone else, including her. Even her brother-lover Jaime knew it was wrong. Jon never liked to call women in names, but that one really was a bitch.

He finally found a garden in the middle of a busy street and sat on a bench. Not a garden, a park. That's how Andie called those.

Andie. She was his way back. That's what Zee said. Zee also said she will talk more to Bran later, so he can pass information from Westeros to Jon. At least he'll know what happens and won't stay in the dark about that.

Jon would be happier if Zee was his gatekeeper. She didn't look like one that will waste her time. Andie didn't look too keen on telling him anything about herself, and he didn't like that. Why wouldn't she tell him?

Also, Zee wasn't distracted too easily. Or distracting. Andie was too eccentric, with her head in the clouds and her responsibilities forgotten. Jon would appreciate that if it wasn't for the war. The only time she was really serious and focused was when they had to rescue Ghost. Then she acted like a skilled fighter.

Jon looked around him. The streets were busy with people going on different directions. He took out Andie's phone and tried to figure it out.

There was picture-not a drawing, Andie said that the ones that looked so realistic were called pictures-of the ginger cat. Marylin? White letters said he had to 'slide to open' the phone. So he slid his finger on the photo, who reacted like still water when you move a stick through them. Then there were lots of small drawings. He chose one.

He was surprised to find his own face staring back at him like from a mirror. Jon got nervous a little and fumbled with the phone to find a why back. He pressed on a few buttons until it was the first screen with the small symbols again. He chose one that looked like a red bird. The phone started to make a weird music sounds. He looked at the green pig-like creatures and the colorful miss-shaped birds and couldn't figure that out either. He didn't understand why the green pigs stole the eggs or how to destroy the pigs' fortresses using birds, even though the phone kindly offered help and explanations.

Jon sighed and turned off the phone. He looked at the smeared addresses Andie wrote on his arm yesterday. He wasn't sure he wants to go to either of those places.

He decided to try and find the gate by himself.

"He's where?" Daenerys asked. She was sitting at a table in the big hall of Winterfell. It was her and her advisors, the Stark ladies and Bran. Ser Davos just entered the room.

"New York City." Bran said, his gaze far in a different place.

Daenerys looked at Tyrion and Varys. They looked lost just like her.

"It's hard to explain," Bran continued. "But it's in a different world."

Daenerys quirked an eyebrow at that. "What do you mean by that?" She asked, northmen sometimes had weird ways of speech.

"There is a gate there," He didn't explain his former statement, which didn't help Daenerys at all, "But he needs the help of this young women to go through. She doesn't know how to help. The one I was talking too, Zee I believe, told me only the other one, the blue-haired Andie, can help."

"Is there a way I can take my dragons there? Seems shorter." Daenerys said.

"I doubt it." Bran said and it started to annoy Daenerys.

"Your Grace, I do not think you can take your dragons to…. Whatever place this is. We need you and your dragons here in Westeros, remember?" Tyrion tried to make sense.

He was right, of course. She had other responsibilities here. She couldn't take her dragons for another abscure rescue mission.

"So what do you suggest we do? Trust a stranger with the life of the warden of the north?" Daenerys asked.

"I will keep an eye on him," Bran said. "And I also have a way to send him messages, too."

Sansa looked worried. "Do you think it's a good idea to tell Jon we lost the Last Hearth to the walkers when there's nothing he can do about it?" She did have a point. "It will drive him mad, if he's not mad yet."

Bran seemed to weigh that on his mind. "He should know what happens so when he come he will be ready."

He also had a point.

Daenerys didn't know what to make of it. She started to feel sick. How can Jon be so far that even flying on the back of her dragons will not be enough to get him? She wanted to bring him back to his people, but she had to remember her priorities. She had to take Cersei down and protect the living, and maybe, somehow, put an end to the Night King. With Jon or without him, as much as in pains her to think so.

The doors opened and Jaime Lannister with his smart-mouth friend of his, Bron, stepped in.

"We are ready, your Grace." Jaime said. "Shall we start to march south?"

Daenerys took a moment to think and exchanged glances with Tyrion, then Sansa. She trusted the Lady of Winterfell to be the most careful when sending messages.

"Tell me if there are any news." She half-commanded out of habit.

"Yes." Sansa nodded slightly. Daenerys rose from her sit and was followed by two Dothraki blood riders.

"Lets get done with it."

Being the queen of her people was more important to her right now than looking for a lover. Jon was crucial for their success in the war, but they can't leave everything and look for him. She just hoped that Andie would be able to bring him back.

Jon found another park to rest in. He looked in the phone again.

After a few games of throwing birds to eliminate pigs (he wouldn't admit it was way more than a few) he looked at the small piece of sky above him and sighed.

He avoided thinking about Daenerys for so long. It was hard for him. He admired her, not just her beauty. She was in her every way and move a queen, like she was born for it.

And him? The rightful heir to the Seven Kingdoms? He knew he wanted to lead. But being a king on a throne? The thought made him feel a twist in his stomach. He could never do that. He will lead his people and take care of them as long as he can, but he never asked to be their king. Jon just wanted to protect and guide, not rule and instruct.

He sighed again and looked at the close vending machine. His stomach growled at the sight of the Kit-Kat.

He didn't know how to go back, but he should keep on his search for the gate.

Jon stood from his chair and chose a street to walk through, ignoring the begging of a small part of himself for chocolate.

A/N:

Now I want chocolate :(

Maybe I'm just hungry.

~A Girl Had Many Names~