JON POV:

The Wall:

"JON, JON WAIT!"-

"JON YOU CANNOT GO!"-

"YOU ARE BEING FOOLISH, COME BACK JON!"-

Hooves sounds covered by the snow where getting farther and farther and voices where being carried away by the wind back to the Wall... Jon Targaryen was leaving the Wall.

It wasn't exactly his plan. It was a typical day at the Wall, helping the Master at arms Sir Alliser Thorne train the men for Jon was an excellent fighter and an even better teacher, talking about the next trip beyond the Wall with his uncle Benjen and the Lord Commander Jeor Mormont and breaking bread with his friends Pyp, Grenn and Sam for not only Jon went to the wall to avoid the Baratheon's but he genuinely liked it. He would have pledged his life to the Watch along time ago if it weren't for the same reason he was heading back at an alarming speed back to Winterfell: his cousin Arya.

Groomed under the protection of his Lord Uncle Eddard Stark; Jon was thought since he was a child to never forget who he was. Targaryens had done great harm to House Stark but Eddard was an honorable and practical man 'if you want to know who you will be, you will have to know where you came from' Eddard always said as he remembered him he was a child of the North with Dragons blood in his veins. The best of both worlds some would say... other would say he was coursed from the womb with a Mad Father and a Wild Mother. Being half and half had it's perks... specially when it came to both families 'abilities'. Tonight both of his abilities had him on the run. One he was learning to control, the other one was new and scared him to the bone.

After practically kicking his friend Sam out of his room for that boy could talk about the Targaryen legacy as if he came from Valyria himself, Jon decided to call it a night waiting for sleep that never came for he was too restless. The King came to Winterfell searching for a bride for his son and knowing that Sansa was already in love with Theon that only left Arya and what man could say no to that beautiful being? Eager to hear from her Jon gave Stannis a letter that Arya would be reading that same night but Jon was feeling odd, he knew Arya would write back instantly but it wasn't enough. He needed to know she was fine so he took a peak into her mind and it was messy... All the Stark children where wargs, some more experienced than others but all had a clear connections to their direwolves. Sansa chose to limit her warging only with Lady; her direwolf while Rob did the same but had a stronger connection to his choosing to train him in the arts of war moving as one impenetrable unit. Rickon was wild so he neglected teaching Shaggydog letting him free and feral while Bran and Arya where the experts and had even more power than the others not only being wargs for Bran had the greensight and Arya was a skingchanger. Nobody dared warging into a human other than those two but Arya being Arya pushed Jon to learn but he wasn't in control of his mind. It was messy, confusing and often dangerous as the other person noticed his mind being invaded. It safe to say that a human mind is different from that of a direwolf, more complex (even more if you where used to Ghost's mind that was peaceful and tranquil) so it was difficult to tap into someones head because their thoughts and memories invaded you like a wave of stone that if you weren't concentrated enough would leave you lost in different realities.

Jon sat down and concentrated in Arya's eyes for it was his favorite thing of hers, on her smile always directed at him and on her laugh that warmed his heart, slowly, very slowly building the connection. Arya was different, her mind worked a hundred miles per hour and was filled with secrets from her many travels but her guard was down. Jon was feeling restless and his body started to shake, his hands where anxious and had the urged to run or punch something. He wanted to scream, get out of her head but he was sucked in. Was she in trouble? He felt fear, doubt and a eerie calm you felt before a storm and as the fog dissipated in his mind he was finally in, face to face with a large man dressed all in black with blue eyes with his hands all over her body. A rage overpowered him enough to act through her body pushing the man away with force but the connection was shut down as soon as possible. The walls on Arya's mind where up again and Jon was alone in his room at Castle Black.

Who the hell was that man? Where was her father? Arya wasn't a defenseless maid so why was she letting him touch her like that? Jon felt sick with rage and sick with lust. Lust? Was it lust towards his cousin or her lust towards the stranger? Nothing was making sense and Jon fell asleep, this was when things got worse because not being capable of controlling his abilities made him weak but when he fell asleep he was plagued with his dreams, one that had been haunting him for months now:

"A man running after Arya filled with rage, screaming her name at the top of his lungs while Arya ran with tears on her eyes, crying, morning the death of her loved one.

Then she was drowning and Jon was drowning with her.

Please Jon, please don't leave me. You're the only one I love' she muffled under water dragging him down as he stopped resisting, going down with her.

Wherever you go I will follow; where always his last words..."

Waking up with a powerful headache Jon didn't bother taking his possessions going strait to the stables for his trusted horse Blackfyre and galloping back to Winterfell as fast as he could, ignoring his friends pleas to come back. To hell with Robert Baratheon! His family ancestral sword glowed in the night reminding him of its presence. If someone dared to come between him and his little Wolf they would meet their early death!

"Damn Dog! Traitor..." Jon muttered as he was finally near Mole's Town when he saw Sandor Clegane up on his horse with Ghost by his side.

"Well at least there are whores in Mole's Town"-

"What the hell are you doing here Clegane?" He seethed as he approached them still on his horse.

"What does it look I'm doing? Taking a midnight stroll with your wolf?... I'm here to keep you from doing something stupid! What else?"-

"You can't keep me from going back to Winterfell"

"No, but if yer so driven by your cock I can at least help you so it doesn't freeze out in the night. Let's stay at the Inn and we'll leave in the morning"- The Hound said turning towards town not even looking to see if he was following him.

"And what's your excuse? I though you where part of my pack!" Jon said to Ghost who as always remained silent with his piercing red stare. He huffed as in disapproval and went after the Hound.

Frustrated and angry Jon knew the Hound would physically restrain him from going any further so he went along anyway choosing to avoid a fight. The Hound was fierce but Jon was an skilled fighter, it would be hard but he could take him but he wouldn't raise his sword against him so in the end Jon could only look at the moon and think of Arya and the Strange man...

"Not today my Little Wolf, not today..."

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THE HOUND POV:

Mole's Town:

"For Fuck's sake Boy stop that! Anyone could have come in and seen you!"

"That's what knocking if for Clegane, all educated people do it"-

"Of course... because Mole's Town is known for it's high nobility" Sandor said coming inside their three room bedroom (he was too big for just one bed)

Jon was playing with one of the candles as he went to get them some food. Fire always calmed Jon but it scared people out, it freaked out Sandor as well but their trust was stronger and he always though it was better to die by his hand than some strangers.

"Well let people decide if they're more afraid of a Targaryen or a White Walker"- It was all talk, both men knew that. Jon was one of the most gentle people he had ever known. A fine man; old Man Stark did a great job raising him but there was a darkness to him, growing inside him day by day. Sandor had seen it, his bloody wolf had seen it, he wondered if his precious princess had seen it but he doubted it. That girl was just bat shit crazy!... It was little things that most people didn't notice but it was all in the blood, it always was and Jon was a Targaryen; and those were always missing something in the head.

Sometimes during training Jon would lose it. People saw it as passion for the battle; Sandor saw a hunger for blood...

Sometimes during council meetings Jon would end full conversations with one shout. People saw it as leadership; Sandor saw his urge to control everything at his reach...

And sometimes, just like tonight Jon would throw all caution to the wind when it came to his cousin Arya. People saw it as love; Sandor saw it as obsession.

Sandor ate his chicken in silence as Jon sat across the table scratching Ghost's ears lost in thought. He hated it but he needed to say something, in the end he would follow the Young Dragon to the Bloody Gates of hell but he would have least put his two scents in.

"Have you fucked her?"

"WHAT?"-

"Your little Wolf; have you fucked her?"

"Arya... what? No! I haven't fucked her! She's my... she's just! Damn it Clegane, I have told you countless time not to speak of her like that!"-

"Well are you planning on fucking her?"

"I've told you, you will respect Arya in my presence!"- Jon threw the table across the room with one hand only, at least Sandor saw it coming so he grabbed his plate just in time. This is what he wanted. Sandor just sat in his chair, eating his chicken as Jon was shaking what anger.

"What happened?"

"It's non of your damn business"- Jon said kicking a chair and walking over the window.

"You ran in the middle of the night to a place filled with royal guards, royal guards of the man who led the rebellion that took the crown from your family, the man who killed your father..."

"I know my history books Hound, I am in them..."- This was another thing Sandor had noticed. Jon was shutting down. He was always a quiet kid but lately he was bottleling things up. Not that Sandor was a chatterbox himself but they would know each others troubles.

"You went away again..." This was Sandor's code for Warging. He was a simple man, he could kill with his own hands what he could see with his own eyes but the North had opened his mind; fucking magic! Starks where filled with it, so was Jon.

"Ghost comes to me when ya do it." He replied to Jon's silent question.

"It wasn't just that..."- Sandor knew what that was... he just needed to hear it.

"I... I've been having dreams, I've always have but... they have gotten more intense lately, more real"- Jon said unsure of himself.

"Go on then... it can't be worse than your fat friend's yapping!"

Jon went on to tell him how he warged into his cousin's Arya, about the strange man she was with and then of his dream about her drowning. Sandor chose not to say anything about Arya and the Strange man. First because he didn't know who it was (but the description was kind of a given of who it could be) and second; they had bigger problems than the Wolf Bitch being in heat: Dragon Dreams!

"Have you told anyone about this?"

"No, no one!"-

"Are you sure? Not Arya? Rob? Or your other cousin; the weird one Bran?" He urged.

"No, it's not something I can bring up casually"-

"Good! Let it stay that way! You also need to read books or go wherever the hell Arya and Bran went to learn to control their powers. Do not, DO NOT LET THEM INTO YOUR HEAD TARGARYEN!"

Jon was taken aback by his forcefulness but understood it. Targaryens had a tendency to go insane and it all started with dragon dreams. He may only started to take them seriously right now but Sandor knew about them since Jon was a child. It was little Jon who dreamed of his cousin Bran falling from the skies (Sandor was there seconds before he landed on the ground after climbing the castle towers). It was little Jon who always knew who would be the last knight standing on tournaments (Sandor never lost a bet) and I was Jon who dreamed about the King beyond the Wall. His dreams never failed, now having one where he died along with his beloved Arya could never be good for his sanity.

"You should also store that away! It scares people!" Sandor said signaling to Jon's new sword. After many, many years Dark Sister; one of two ancestral swords of House Targaryen magically appeared at Winterfell's Castle steps. Ever since Jon was born random gifts would be sent for him and they weren't cheap either. Someone would send him every Targaryen heirloom that wasn't destroyed by Baratheon's forces. Eddard tried to keep it secret but the sword was the last straw. Visenya Targaryen wielded that sword possibly causing more damage with it than her own dragon. The sword represented power, it represented death. Jon's dreams started to get stronger after he received it.

Jon said nothing, looking out the window. Sandor sighed...

"You already promised her you would go back for her birthday"

"I know... It's just..."- Silence again. He's worse than me; Sandor thought.

"Do you love Arya?" Sandor said with his mouth filled with food preventing him from laughing out loud. If his brother could see him now...

"Of course I love her"- Jon said without missing a beat

"I mean do you want to fuck her senseless like a cheap whore or do you just want to keep on going on morning rides with her and ruffling her hair like a baby?"

"Why does it all have to be about fucking with you?"-

"Because that's life! You fuck and get fucked!... So? Which one is it?"

"I don't know..."- Jon replied. This was when Sandor was out of his depth. Bloody highborns and their bloody marriages!

Being his sworn shield since his childbirth; Sandor (to some extent) had a say in his upbringing. Lately the most discussed topic was marriage. Would Jon remain alone wifeless in Winterfell? Would he marry and which house would he marry? Most importantly; what about his relationship with Arya? Now that little monster wasn't his problem! From what he could tell she was the one that brought out the bad in Jon but at the same time Sandor couldn't deny that it was Arya who made Jon happy. But Jon needed stability and Arya was wild, too wild also no angel. She had a trail of idiots gagging for her starting with the Bolton Bastard and if the Stranger that Jon saw groping her was indeed the Crown Prince as Sandor suspected? God helped them all! Arya was also intelligent, if she wanted power what better way of total domination than being Queen...if she loved Jon back she would just bring him to court as her official lover!

"Just sleep on it boy. She'll reach out to you anyways and as for what you saw? Nobody makes Arya fucking Stark do anything she doesn't want to do. We'll see in the morning if you want to still want a rematch with the Stags..."

Sandor went down to the kitchens to order more chicken...

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