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 ) Have some Jon & Bran interaction. Look! Two more Starks together, we're getting there. Also, this isn't overly good, but eh. Best I could do. 'Kay, enjoy, review, do what you do.

Jon

By the time the tops of the Winterfell walls appeared in the distance, the sun heading down and only a few hours of daylight was left to them. Jon rode as fast as he dared, not wanting to push the horse more then was fair, but still, the longing to be back within Winterfells walls was strong. The gates were open as he rode through, four men in amour with a direwolf's head on their shields stood on either side. They nodded at him as he passed through, but didn't slow, as he rode towards the rebuilt stables, he took in all the changes that had been made since his last visit. Many of the outer buildings where finished, the stable being one of them. Smoke was coming from the forge, the scent of bread filled the air from the kitchen and dogs' barking was heard from the kennels. As he dismounted, Ghost appeared at his side, silent as always.

"Suppose we go find our brothers now..." he murmured to the wolf. As he began walking towards the castle doors some of the men turned to look at him, some in recognition, some to step back from Ghost. It was almost enough to make him smile. They live with a direwolf and yet they are still afraid of Ghost. Jon was lost in thought when Meera stepped out in front of him, caring his path to the door. She was in her usual get up, breeches and a borrowed tunic.

"He's not in the castle." She said simply.

"Then where is he?"

"In the Gods wood, come on." She said, not waiting for him answer she began to walk back the way he'd come. Ghost followed after her, pausing briefly to look back at him. Jon sighed before following after the girl. He was grateful for her staying at Winterfell and helping Bran, but that didn't mean she didn't anger him. It's as though she just expects and no one ever denies. He was no better though, he was following her was he not? They entered the Gods wood and walked to the heart tree, still standing in its place as it had done for thousands of years. No fire or sea could move it. It is as much a part of Winterfell as the Starks are.

"Bran..." Jon said seeing the boy sat against the tree. His eyes looking into one of the pools nearby. Summer lifted her head the moment she caught scent of Ghost. Both direwolves looked at each other, a slight fondness in their eyes. Ghost padded over the nearest pool to take a drink, Summer lay her head back down again.

"Jon, you're here quicker than I thought." He said turning his head to look at him, a smile on his lips, though there was still trouble in his eyes.

"I rode as fast as I could. There is much to discuss." Jon replied, moving closer to his brother and sitting down opposite him. Meera did the same, though sitting next to Bran.

"I called the banners. Any of them who can, will come. Some are still held at the Twins though, Greatjon Umber being one of them. They say every time a ransom is made, the Umbers ask for a higher price, and the Greatjon laughs in his cell. That's been going on for years now and will carry on for a while." Bran said. Jon looked him over. He was still young at five-and-ten, but he's seen as much as himself, if not more. The loss of his legs had meant his upper body was more defined, making his arms stronger then Jon's.

"Aye, the Umbers will prolong it as long as they can. I'd like to see the look on old Frey's face; I'd like it even more if it wasn't attached to the rest of his body." Jon said with a hollow laugh. His head won't be on his body much longer, I can promise you that Robb. Sometimes he thought like that, made a promise to Robb or his father, because if he made a promise to them, he had to fulfil it. And this was a promise every Stark breathing wished to fulfil.

"As would I." Bran said. "Do you know anything about this Dragon Queen? Or if she'll bring Sansa as well as Arya? When will they be here? What do we do?" All his questions came at once, and for a moment Jon was reminded that Bran was still young and wasn't use to be Lord of Winterfell or a Prince of the North.

"I know as much as you. That she is the last known Targaryen; she has three dragons, an army, and has come to take the Iron Throne back. And Arya agreed to help her. Dragons and Wolves don't get along, history has shown that, but they can work together better and live together, where Wolves and Lions cannot. We fight Bran. You call the banners and chose someone to lead them into battle. You plan with the Queen and you agree on a peaceful future with her. The lions are burnt and the wolves and their men return home."

"She means to start another war then." He said hesitantly.

"The war has gone nowhere Bran; it is still being fought just not in the North. They think we are gone and hiding, but the North remembers. Winter is Coming, and we shall take it to them."

"He's right Bran, I had a raven from the father just last week and he says there are still men fighting each other on our land. They have no order or rule, but still they fight because that is all they were told to do. Jon is right, the war is still there, and it is time for the North to re-enter, but this time they shall win." Meera spoke up from the place next to Bran. Her words seemed to reach him, and he listened.

"How long are you staying for?" Bran asked, looking at Jon again.

"For as long as I am needed, as soon as a plan is made and a leader is chosen I shall have to return to the Wall. You shall have to go with the men, and Sansa and Arya too I expect." Jon said, a picture to seeing Arya and Sansa again filled his head and sent a shock of joy through him.

"You won't come with us?" Brans voice betrayed his disappointment. Jon reached a hand across to pat him on the knee. "I can't feel that you know."

"Shit. Of course you can't. I'm sorry Bran, and I...I can't come with you either. I must go back to the Wall, that's where I belong and am needed. Plus, I shall be close enough to defend Winterfell is the call arises." Jon said, a slight blush on his cheeks.

"I suppose you're right." They were all silent for a while then, before Bran said "I miss them Jon. Not just Arya and Sansa and Rickon, but...mother and father and Robb as well. Robb swore he's come back, he promised but he never did. Sometime I think... every time a Stark goes North, they never return. If I go North and Sansa and Arya as well, how long do you think we'll be away? Will we ever come back?"

"You shall come back Bran. You'll come back, all of you will, because no lion can win against a dragon, and there are three dragons and three wolves against three lions. Robb would have returned, but he was cheated out of life where he should have lives. Sometimes the gods are cruel Bran, when you think this cannot be done, you remember how Robb and father and your lady mother died, and you fight on. The next time we are here, we shall all be here. Sansa, Arya, Rickon, you and I. All of us home again. I swear to you."