A/N: Hello people!

So that's the last episode for this story.

Enjoy!

"Are you sure?" Jon asked me. I was changing my clothes inside the car and he was standing outside of it, leaning with his back on the passenger's door. The window was open so I can hear him.

I struggled with a pair of jean-shorts. Changing in a driver's seat is not easy. "About what?" I asked.

"You know what." Jon said, a bit agitated.

I stopped and looked at his general direction. "That's what Zee said." I heard him letting out a breath.

"How can she know?"

"How can Bran know?" I asked and finally pulled up my shorts. I had a ripped jean-shorts, a blue tank-top and a black cap hat. I don't know why, producers always seem to have them , and we decided that we'll try to get in as a producer and an uprising star in a medieval fantasy epic. I started to put on my socks. I saw he was tense again. "Look, you're hopefully going back today. Everything will be clearer, I guess."

"Will it?" Jon turned around to face me and then turned around again, remembering I was dressing in there.

"It's fine, I only have my shoes left." I said and opened my door. I laced my shoes and jumped out of the pickup truck. I walked over Jon. "Listen, I can't imagine how it feels. You're probably more than worried. You love her," As much as it hurts to say it, "And she's alone. But we're working on it."

Jon looked at the big tree across the big field we were getting ready at. "That's not it." He said in a low voice. "I never thought I'll be a father. I never wanted to father bastard children that will live in shame."

"Do you really think the kid you'll have will be ashamed of you? King in the fucking North?" I asked, surprised that those were his worries. "And you're not legally a bastard. We went through it. You're the actually heir to the throne and all that shit."

"We're not married, the child will be a bastard." He insisted.

"So you can marry when you get there! You know, it takes some time until a baby is born." I didn't understand why I need to be the one to convince him. It's hard to admit, but discovering Daenerys was pregnant crushed every little leftover of hope I had for something to happen between us, and I can live with it. But now I also need to protect it? "And fuck marriage anyways! What good did it do to anyone? You're a king, change the fricking law." I felt like I was ranting too much, but I didn't care. "You're the one who can change it, you're the one who suffered by those old rules."

Jon just looked at the ground for a while. "You're right, I am a fucking king. But bringing a child to a world like this? A baby born into winter is never a good thing." Then he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the truck. "I don't think I am ready to be a father. I never thought I will have a family. I wanted to have a family of my own so bad but now that it's happening..."

So that was the problem. The guy wasn't ready.

"Hey, Jon," I said with a smile. "You never thought you'll be Lord Commander. You never thought you'll come back from the dead. You never thought you'll be a chosen king. And I bet you've never dreamt you'll end up in New York City with the craziest blue-haired chick you could find," He opened his eyes and looked at me. My smile grew, trying to cheer him. "But you worked with what you had. And I'm sure you'll be great at being a father too."

Daenerys felt embarrassed beyond words. It was time for a battle-time to rescue whatever that was left from the Night's Watch in Castle Black.

But Drogon will not let her climb on his back.

It didn't help when a raven from Tyrion came.

'The Golden Company will go back to Bravos where it belongs. I shall be back in two weeks or more. Don't fly into battle. I expect to be a good uncle to a young living heir.'

After reading the last sentence, Dany was sure Tyrion wrote that note himself.

She looked around at the court and gave Drogon a stern look once more.

She is his mother, and he will do as she tells him.

He purred and lowered his head to her, trying the grovel. Well, he was adorable, however huge and dangerous he was. But he can't distract her from what needs to be done.

"War, Drogon. Everyone will die if we won't go."

She knew that she could always run away. Take her two children-maybe three-and run away all the way the Summer Isles, back to Meereen or even the Shadow Lands where she might find more dragons like her children. But this is not why she became queen. Even the fact the thought of running away passed in her mind made her mad at herself. She knew it was her… motherly instincts speaking. She had more people to save. More than she ever thought.

Drogon probably felt her intense stare, because he let down his wing for her to climb on.

She braced herself and climbed on her son's back, ready for another battle with the Army of the Dead.

Sansa looked at Arya when they stood on the balcony and watched the dragons soar gracefully in the sky. Such a vicious beast, yet so beautiful and gentle with their mother.

Arya looked back at Sansa. "I hope they'll come back safe." Sansa said. They started to walk to the great hall.

"Who?" Arya asked, "Daenerys and our men or Jon and Ghost?"

"Both." Sansa said. "I want Jon to come back now. I want him to be here."

"And?" Arya asked.

Sansa stopped in her place and made sure no one is listening. Only Daenerys' closest advisers knew about her secret. Them, and Bran. And because Bran knew it, Sansa, Arya and Sam knew it. Daenerys didn't know they knew it, so they decided to keep it that way. She didn't even know Bran told Jon through that other woman, Zee.

"If what the maester says is true," Sansa started carefully, "I do hope Queen Daenerys will come home safe."

Arya let out a small smile. "Did you see how the dragon refused to take her at first? They know too." She deducted. "Are they excited to have a baby brother? Or will it be a sister? I hope it's a boy."

Sansa could stab her sister with her stare at this point. "Arya!" She cried, and suddenly remembered how she called her sister's name in frustration when they were only small girls. "Don't speak too freely about it," She went back to her lady-manners. "First we'll see if it's right, and if it will be successful." They took a turn and Sansa saw there are no ears around them. "And then, when it will be a girl, I'll make sure she knows how to act like a proper lady… princess."

Arya snorted loudly in disapproval. "Even if it's going to be a girl, she's going to be Jon's girl, and she's going to feed everyone else with dirt after I'll teach her to swing a sword."

They stopped in front of a small window in the corridor to watch the dragons again.

Sansa sighed. "First, let them come back home safely."

I packed myself a small back pack with stuff we might need Just in case-energy bars, Kit-Kats, two guns, and more. I don't think I'll need to use the guns, but I brought them just in case.

Somehow we passed the checking point at the entrance. I guess guards are lazy everywhere.

Jon changed into his original clothes-armor and cape and everything. He looked like I first saw him, but cleaner, but he started to sweat in all of that wool and fur in the middle of June.

I drove slowly between hangers and tried to figure out which one is the one I hit with the dart. They all looked similar, just with different groups of people around them, and big black numbers written on the top.

"Andie," Jon said quietly. "I have to use the bathroom."

I stared at him. "Now?" I asked.

He nodded. I didn't want to get caught with Ghost, and the poor guy was probably baking under the tarpaulin.

"Alright," I said. "Let's find you a restroom. But do it fast."

I took a turn and saw a small sign for restrooms. I parked and Jon stayed to look at his hands.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I'm not going to fit in, am I?" He asked.

I looked around. There was a set of aliens and a bunch of cowboys. "Yeah, I actually think you will. Just tell anybody who ask you're in that small indie production a few blocks away."

"Small indie production…" It seems like Jon was trying to remember the words I said. He nodded and got out of the car.

I got out too and walked to Ghost. I opened a small gap so he can get some fresh air. It was crowded in there, he was sitting with half of our flamethrower supply.

"Hey, what do you have there?" Someone asked me. It was one of the cowboy actors.

"I don't belong to your production," I said with an apologetic smile. "I'm waiting for my lead actor to use the restroom… he just couldn't wait until we get to our set."

The cowboy quirked an eyes brow and still looked at the back of the pickup truck suspiciously. "What kind of production?"

"Well, it's like an indie music video, but it's also medieval-fantasy themed, but it's really basic." I tried to bore him. It didn't work.

"What do you have there?" He asked again. I clenched my jaws.

"Just some special effects equipment, an automaton for shooting."

"Automaton? You mean you have a robot in there?" He had a big smile on his face now. "What a throwback! Everything's CGI these days!"

I tried to smile back, but then he asked if he can see 'it'.

"Well, our design department invested quit a lot of time on that."

"Just a quick pick, com'n!"

I looked around. "Listen, buddy, who are you? An extra on a western?" I asked, trying to get in the character of a busy producer. "I think you need to go filming."

He gave me an offended face but returned to his crew, just in time for Jon to return from the restrooms.

"That took you sometime." I said when we climbed on the car.

"It's not that easy to take all of that off and put it back on." Jon answered.

I was about to start the car when I heard a different producer on his phone.

"These damn ametures built a whole different set in our stage! What kind of fucking people are working for you?" I tried to listen better. "Yes, Jimmy, a fucking tree! A fucking twisted, giant tree that looks like it belongs to one of those fantasy-horror show. I though Supernatural are filming in Canada." He paused and listened carefully, then yelled again. "TODAY, Jimmy! I need the set ready today! You stupid moron." His foot jumped in anger. "Oh, thank you, really. You'll be there at when? Three, and not a minute later! Yes. Hanger twenty three. You better get this done by seven o'clock." Then he hung up.

Twenty three felt right to me. I looked at Jon, who seemed like he was listening as well.

"I think it's there," He said. "I think I know what kind of tree he was talking about."

I looked at the clock and started the car. That ruse guy's team is going to be there at three.

It was two-forty.

"Let's go." I said and drove away.

The hanger was huge, like every hanger. I managed to pick-lock the big gates and drive in and park in the big space at the front.

There were big black screens that formed corridors inside, so we had to get out of the car and search be foot. Jon let Ghost out of his cover, and the wolf shook himself and stretched happily.

We took some turns. I was a bit surprised to see Jon wasn't slow with all the layers and weapons he was carrying with him. Maybe he dragged his feet just a little bit because of the heat.

And then, after we turned at a small sign with an arrow that said 'stage 15', we found it. The 'damn tree'.

It looked like it grew straight out of the grey concrete floor, with cracks by its roots, some of them picking from the ground. The tree was huge-it grew almost to the ceiling, more than twenty feet. It was white with big red leaves, and a creepy face was carved on its trunk, the ooze that dripped out of the eyes and mouth looked like blood.

You could think it was a part of a movie set, but as we stepped closer a weird feeling shot through my body. The tree was real, and it was way more than just a tree. I could feel it in my spine, and in the way the tree looked at me.

"Weirwood tree." Jon said. "Of course."

I took another moment to look at the huge, creepy yet beautiful tree in owe, and then I looked at the time.

"We have ten minutes until they get here. Let's get the equipment we need." I said and we started to do as I told, building a giant square pile of boxes full of flamethrowers and blowtorches. Jon took off his cape to do it more easily.

This is it, is it? I'm going to drive all the way back by myself. I didn't think about that part. I can also take a plane back-but it will still be a bit lonely.

This is weird. I was used to being alone for so long, and then a brooding medieval fantasy wolf-master king appeared in my kitchen, and that's it? Is it really that hard to fly alone on a plane? Not with the right music. I'll get back to my old life in a day or two.

The pile was ready, and I had an idea to make sure all of it will go with Jon.

"Just a moment!" I said as he'd put on his cape. I ran to the car to get my backpack. I had a wide brow tape and I can stick it all together. I don't know why, Ghost ran with me. Maybe he thought I need protection.

He stood behind me as I took my backpack out of the car.

"Hah, that robot is so fake." I heard an annoying voice. It was that damn cowboy extra again. "I thought everyone moved to CGI."

I looked at him, annoyed, and swung the backpack to my shoulder. "It's none of your business, kid." I said. "Now go back, I have some things to do." I hate those nosy people. Always getting in my way.

He took a step closer to look at Ghost, who stood still and didn't move. "Oh, really? You can see his eyes are made of plastic!" Then he stepped even closer to the direwolf and lifted his hand to touch Ghost's nuzzle.

Then Ghost growled and showed his big sharp teeth. The cowboy jumped, then looked at me. "Are you playing with me?" He tried to see if I'm holding any remote control or something. I just smiled back.

"Are you scared?" I asked. "I thought you said it's fake." I looked at Ghost. "Let's go, buddy!" I said and ran back inside with him in tow.

We didn't have time for this, and after that nosy guy saw Ghost, it won't take too long until he'll try to get a second look, maybe with some of his buddies. Also, the angry producer's people are supposed to be here any minute.

Jon was waiting by the tree, putting on his gloves. I started Wrapping the big pile of boxes with the tape in a speed I didn't know was possible.

I threw the tape back in the backpack and swung it on one shoulder.

"Ok, your Grace," I said, "It was nice having you here in America."

Jon looked at me like he wanted to say something, then looked back to his boots. He stood under the weirwood tree, on one of its roots that picked from the ground, and Ghost stood next to him. It would look almost like a painting if not for the big brown cube of cardboard boxes next to them.

I bit my lower lip and heard footsteps of people in a distance.

"Thank you, Andie." Jon said in the end. We both weren't sure how he's supposed to go back, but he had one hand on Ghost and the other on the boxes. He had everything he needed with him-his sword, his armor, his direwolf and enough fire tanks to burn a jungle.

"Hey! You two! That's not your stage!" I heard someone shout behind me.

"Hurry!" I said to Jon. He looked behind me.

"I'm not sure what else to do…" He said. "But I feel it. It's happening."

I don't know what he was talking about, he didn't fade away or sparkled or anything.

I looked behind my shoulder at the angry person who picked up his phone to call security or whatever.

"Andie?" I looked back at Jon. "Your third question." He said.

"What?" I asked, not really listening. "We don't have time for that! Concentrate on disappearing"

Did he really have everything he needs?

Ghost, blowtorches, sword… what else?

Then I felt it in my pocket. I ran to Jon with the Kit Kat in my hand.

I looked at him when I stood one feet away. Is that how it's going to end? Really?

"You forget the Kit Kat." I said, ignoring the shouts behind me. Jon looked at me with a small smile.

"I can't hold it." He said.

"Ok," I said. I tucked it in his belt. "I don't want you to be hungry." I said.

He snorted, amused. "I didn't eat a proper meal this whole time because of you."

"Cry baby." I said. I felt a bit of tears in my eyes, and I did my best to not let them roll on my cheeks. "Safe journey."

Jon nodded. "You'll be missed."

"You can always call me through Bran."

"We'll see if I'll live to do it."

Then I remembered he's also going to a war, and the tears rolled down. I really tried not to cry like a baby, but it was hard. "I don't want you to die." I felt like a little kid when I said that.

Jon smiled again, "But I already did."

I just couldn't stand all of that stupid distance anymore. I gave him a tight hug and closed my eyes.

"I'll miss you," I said. "Even though you can be overly-dramatic."

"You didn't let me ask you the thirds question, Andie. I'll have to find you again to do that." He said quietly.

"I'm listening." I said, because I didn't know if we'll be able to talk again. Will the gate close after he's gone? Will Bran still be able to communicate with us?

The people at the background shouted but I didn't care, I just gave him the best hug I could before he leaves and fades away.

But I didn't hear a question from him. The voices of the people that came to shoo us went dead. I looked up at Jon who just looked over my head, wide-eyed.

I got blinded by the light. I don't remember the studio was so bright. I took one step back, and felt a freezing wind hit me back, legs and face. The hanger wasn't in sight.

As far as my eyes could see, everything around me was white and snowy, while hard winds blew around us, carrying snowflakes and frost.

What the Fuck?

End.

A/N:

Yep! Some of you already predicted how it's going to end.

I'm working on the sequel but I'm not sure when I'll publish it yet :/ But it's fun to write more of the characters!

The sequel is going to have more of Arya, the dragons (and their lovely mom), Ghost, Dothraki and of course, Jon and Andie.

So for now, let me know what you thought! Let me know which characters you think Andie should meet! I only started writing, so it's pretty much open.

Till next time (story?)

~A Girl Had Many Names~