A/N: Hiya! So yeah, this is going to be a version of what could happen in the book sin the future, though probably wont. All those dead are still dead. (Also found on ) (Ships will happen. ie. AryaxGendry. possibly Jon/Dany) Enjoy!

Jon

The fire was dying in the grate when Jon entered his chambers. The cold air that always surrounded the Wall didn't bother him as much anymore, it felt more like an old friend, but that didn't stop the shiver running through his body. He made his way to the desk, still not use to calling it hisdesk even after all these years. He took the letter out of his pocket, laying it down in front of him, just looking at the words on the front. 'Lord Commander of the Wall'. The thing that confused him was where it had come from, no one in the Eyrie knew him, why would they send him a letter? Unless…unless the rumours are true.Could it be from Sansa?

Dead Jon,

I understand this letter may come to you as a bit of a shock, with all things considered. I know I should have written sooner, should have found some way of tell you I was okay, but I just felt it was safer for me and for everyone if Bran and you didn't know. If you haven't guessed by now, I'm in the Eyrie, acted as the Lady of the Eyrie really. But I'm writing to you now because Arya has come home. And she's brought the force of Daenerys Targaryen with her and has promised all the help she can offer to get the Dragon Queen on the throne.

I am not the Lady of Winterfell right now, though by rights we both know I am. But you are the Lord till Bran is of age, so I ask you to call the banner when we reach Winterfell. I ask you to help us, the help Daenerys to take back the Throne and destroy what remains of the Lanisters. The North should pay back blood with blood. I do not know why I'm writing you, Jon Snow, or perhaps I should write Jon Stark, and not Bran. But I believe you will help and you shall no what to do. If I am wrong, well it will not be the first time.

I hope you are well Jon, I truly do, you are the only older brother i have left and no matter how I have treated you in the past, I hope you know I do love you as I love the others. I shall send a raven when we are close to Winterfell.

Sansa Stark.

He looked at the name signed at the bottom dumbfounded. There was no doubting her elegant scrawl, he'd seen it enough times when she'd spent hours practicing it, claiming she needed to know for when she became a true lady. It took a few seconds for his little sisters words to reach his brain 'Arya has come home…' Home.

Jon thought back to the last time he'd seen Arya. She'd been so little, only 9 years old and had to jump up to hug him, a sword in her hand, he'd laughed and told her to put it down. Arya. His little sister. She won't be so little anymore, he thought, she'll be a woman grown. Six and ten. And we never got to see her become one.He tried to picture her, taller, less lanky, with a thinner face and hips that made a good place for her hands to rest, but every time he tried to imagine her grown up, she always merged back into the little girl he'd last seen.

Where was home now? For him, home had been the Wall for so many years, but Winterfell still held a small part of his heart. The Winterfell he'd left; not found again. Not the burnt out shell of a once great castle. But Winterfell was still Bran's home, was still the Stark home and would be for as long as a Stark lived, so it was his home still in ways he didn't understand. Bran, he thought, does he know Arya's back? That Sansa is in the Vale? His mind was full of all these thoughts, thoughts of his lost and scattered siblings, that he barely noticed when Sam walked into the chamber.

"Lord Commander? Jon?" he asked his voice hesitant to break Jon's thoughtful look.

"Sam? What is it?" Jon asked, looking at the boy, his mind only half focusing on his words.

"There...there is um... a man says there are dragons in Westeros. That dragons are coming to take back what is there's and a new war will start over it. But that's not right, is it? If another war starts...what will we do here? We need all the help we can get! A new war will mean fewer men!"

"This man speaks the truth, though how he has learnt of it so quick, I do not know. There are dragons back in Westeros, Sam. Daenerys Targaryen, the lastTargaryen has come to take back her Throne. She has brought my sister home as well. Sam, I must ride for Winterfell on the 'morrow. I must see Bran and tell him of this news. The banner men will have to be called, the Lions will fight the dragons and the wolves intend to be a part of it too." Jon said rising from his chair flexing the finger on his sword hand out of old habit.

"You are sure? You mean...you mean to ride off the war as well? But you cannot! You are the Lord Commander of the Wall before the Lord of Winterfell. You are needed here as well as there." Sam said. He's grown bolder over the years, Jon noticed, it made him want to smile.

"Sam, I do not intend to go to war. I mean to ride to Winterfell to tell Bran of this news, to call the banners for him and then hand command over to him or Sansa or Arya. I know where my priorities lie, and though I wish to kill everyone who had a hand in destroying my home and family, I know I cannot. But that does not mean I cannot see the reaming people and see that they crush the lions to dust." His voice has risen as he spoke, suppressed emotion he didn't know he had trying to fight free.

"I shall tell someone in the stable to have a horse ready for you for first light. Is there anything you need, ser?" Sam asked, suddenly becoming a steward instead of a friend.

"No, that will be all."

"I shall leave you to your thoughts then." Sam shuffled towards the door after giving Jon a polite nod.

"Sam, wait! I know you were only speaking out in concern, I am sorry if I have spoken harshly. But you would do the same would you not, if it was your family? You would wish to see them again, to help them in any way you could, would you not?" He asked, wanting, needing to know he was no alone in his way of thinking on this.

"If my family would allow me to help them, yes, I would do everything and anything I could, while still sticking to my vows. I understand Jon, we all do. You are our Lord Commander, but you are also a Stark. Family is important, the Starks have always been good to the Watch, and we all know that. If we could all help you, I'm sure we would. I know I would." Sam said his words, smiled at Jon and then left the chamber again.

When did he start to know me better then I know me? Jon thought. He remembered the first day he'd met Sam, he'd seemed such a craven but as it turned out, he was possibly the bravest of them all. He was the one who could be relied on when things seemed the worst. A stubborn carven, if anything.

"Soon Sansa and Arya will be back too, perhaps we'll even manage to find Rickon soon. What you say Ghost? Time to find that lost pack of ours?" Jon asked quietly to the snow white direwolf lying in front of the fire. Ghost lifted his head to look at him, making no sound, but his eyes seemed to brighten at the sound of 'pack'. He misses them as much as I.

By the time of first light, Jon was up and breaking his fast on bread and oats. He'd dressed in black, the simple colours of the nights watch, but fasten his cloak about his shoulders with a direwolf pin Bran had given him that last time he'd seen him. You are Lord Commander, but also Lord of Winterfell for a time. It was a thought that never seemed to leave him. He'd once wanted to be a Lord, to rule over lands and people, he'd never thought he'd get the honour twice, both for different sorts of lands and people. Ghost padded softly beside him as he made his way towards the stable to saddle his horse.

"You'll see Summer soon, and perhaps Nymeria and Shagydog." He said quietly. It was a small hope he was holding on to, that when this Dragon Queen and his sister marched North with their army, they'd bring two direwolves with them and the youngest Stark in tow. Where are you Rickon?

Sam was waiting outside the stable, Jon's month held by the reins, looking awkward as he held a pile of books under the other arm as well. He spends more time reading then any man I've ever known, Jon thought with a fond smile.

"You didn't have to come see me off Sam. I would have found the way myself." He said a smile on his face.

"Oh I know. I just well... I just wanted to say farewell and give you these. You said your brother was a loss of what to do when he wasn't giving orders, and well I thought these books might interest him." Sam said shyly.

"Thank you, Sam. I'm sure he'll be grateful for something to do." He took the books from Sam and put them in the bag attached to his horse. "Now I must be off, I want to reach Winterfell as soon as I can and the sooner I start the better." Jon mounted the horse, taking the reins from Sam.

"Farewell Jon, I mean Lord Commander. We shall send word if you are needed." Sam said, always so unsure of what to call him at times like this. I am Jon Snow, not Lord Commander, he wanted to tell his friend, but time was short and he needed to leave.

"I shall send a Raven when I reach Winterfell and another when I intend to return. Farewell Sam!" With his goodbye said, he urged the horse into motion. Soon he was outside the low walls of Castle Black and on the Kings Road heading South. I shall be at Winterfell in two days at the least. Three if I rest more. He could sense Ghost running beside him. Home, Ghost. We're going home! He wanted to shout. Home.