This is probably the final chapter of my posting spree for the story. As was the case of Arya I, this chapter focuses on changes to the first half of what would be the 'GOT Jon II' chapter if Olyvar were to exist. I figured that since Jon isn't going to be focused on too much in this story (considering the storyline of the books will remain intact), that there should be at least one chapter of interaction between Jon and Olyvar.

Remember that the 'GOT Tyrion I' chapter remains intact before this one, so if you're reading along with the original book or watching the show (both of which I recommend) it would become Tyrion II in this story, and then this chapter would occur. If that makes sense. :p

Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I claim any ideas, places, or characters from the 'A Song of Ice and Fire' series. Cheers

You have to see him before you go. Jon Snow had wept for days since Bran's fall. And during all of those days he had not been able to bring himself to see his younger brother's motionless body, under constant guard by the boy's mother. But now, he had run out of time to stall with. His uncle Benjen was preparing to return to the Wall, and had told Jon to make his final goodbyes.

Ghost followed him as he crossed the yard going to where he knew Bran was resting. Maester Luwin had been quite optimistic that he would survive the fall since he had not gotten any worse, but the memory of seeing Bran the first time after the fall nearly a fortnight ago had haunted Jon's dreams, as he was sure it was haunting those of the rest of his siblings.

As he made it to the stairs, he turned and saw another figure walking towards him, similar in size to himself. He had on an unmistakable blue cloak, trimmed with silver, and a light hair coloring that resembled a Tully. But what struck Jon the most were his eyes, those sharp brown eyes that seemed to be able to pierce anyone their gaze fell upon, even if they only belonged to a boy.

"Lord Snow." Olyvar Arryn spoke pleasantly, extending his hand for Jon to take. He accepted the offer, remembering back to the days when he and Olyvar had sparred three years prior. The boy had not been much of a challenge to dispatch, but Olyvar had never complained that he was being defeated so easily. No, Jon thought. But his aunt did whenever I was the one who beat him.

"Lord Arryn." Jon gave a bow out of courtesy. "I was about to visit my brother before I depart for the Wall."

"A coincidence, I was about to do the same. Not depart for the Wall, of course, but visit Bran." Jon felt a sad smile come over his face, reflecting the one that the new Lord of the Eyrie wore as well. The attempt at humor was appreciated by Jon.

"I suppose I shall wait while you see him then."

"Nonsense, Snow. You have every right to see him as I. Come, let us go together." Jon nodded but couldn't help but feel apprehensive at the thought of visiting Bran with Olyvar. Not while Catelyn Tully Stark sat alongside his fallen brother. But the Young Falcon had insisted, and Jon didn't feel it was his place to refuse the Lord of the Vale. So he went up the stairs alongside Olyvar, Ghost following closely behind them.

They made it to the door, where Jon's fears were realized. Hovering besides Bran was his mother, who had not noticed the two new arrivals until Olyvar made his voice known. "Aunt Catelyn." Lady Stark's head perked up at the sound of her nephew's soft tone, and for a moment had a look of joy on her face. Then she had Jon, and her face became emotionless again.

"What are you doing here?" Jon knew that she was only addressing him with her strangely emotionless voice. Absent was the distain that he had come accustomed hearing from her whenever she had addressed his existence. But before he could speak, Olyvar made his voice known.

"Jon and I were coming to check on Bran."

"I came to say goodbye before I departed." Jon now spoke, steadying himself. Do not be afraid of her. Her eyes met his, and Jon thought that she had aged at least two decades.

"You've said it. Now leave us."

"Aunt Catelyn!" Jon could hear the appalled tone that filled Olyvar's voice, directed at his aunt.

"Its okay, Olyvar." Jon looked to the Lord of the Eyrie and gave a nod to assure him. He went alongside Bran, gripping Bran's hand. The skin had gripped the bones after the fall, yet Jon saw Bran's little chest rising, taking in shallow breaths before exhaling them. Catelyn Stark would not drive him away. Not this time.

"Bran, I'm sorry." Jon began. "I'm sorry I didn't come earlier. I was afraid. Please don't die, Bran. We're all waiting for you to wake up." Lady Stark was watching silently. Jon wondered if it was her nephew's appeal that had silenced her, or if she simply accepted Jon being there now. "I have to go now. Uncle Benjen is waiting for take me north, to the Wall. We have to leave today, before the snow falls."

As he kissed his brother lightly on the lips, he heard the Lady Stark speak. "I wanted him to stay here with me." Jon turned and watch her, wearily. He did not know whether she was addressing him, Olyvar, or both of the boys. "I went to the sept and prayed seven times to the seven faces that Ned would change his mind, and leave the boy here." Jon saw Lady Stark look over to her nephew, who was wearing a stoic face. "Sometimes prayers are answered."

Olyvar did not say anything, only watching Bran's lifeless body with those eyes of his. Jon brought it upon himself to speak. "It is not your fault."

This was the wrong thing to say, as Catelyn Stark turned on him with poison in her eyes. "I do not need your comfort, bastard."

Jon lowered his eyes and took Bran's free hand into his own, squeezing it. "Good-bye." He rose up and began for the door, content with his final farewell.

He had passed the Young Falcon and was nearly out the door when she called out to him. "Jon." He should have left, but it had been the first time she had ever referred to him by his name.

"Yes?"

"It should have been you." With that, she turned back to her son and began to weep, her whole body shaking. As Jon turned to leave, he saw the eyes of the Young Falcon. They were sharper than he had ever seen them, and he was staring directly at his aunt. Jon left, but heard footsteps follow him out the door. It seemed as if Olyvar Arryn was content with his visit.

"I apologize for my aunt's behavior. She is exhausted and troubled." Jon understood what Olyvar was doing. He was trying to explain away his aunt's behavior, attempting to protect her image. Jon could not blame him, it's what he would do for his aunt. If he had one, that is.

"There's no need to apologize, Lord Arryn." Jon had grown used to it, the coldness that Lady Stark had treated him with. Where there had been a time when he would run off and cry, he grew strong. He would need it for the Wall.

A time passed as the two boys walked through the hectic, confused yard. Wagons were being loaded, men shouting, everyone ready to be off before the heavy snow began to fall. "We should have taken him." Jon turned to see Olyvar Arryn looking back where they had just come from. "Before we went hunting, Bran came to us and pleaded for us to take him with." He bowed his head. "I promised him that I would play with him when he got back."

"It's not your fault, Lord Arryn." Jon couldn't help but feel sympathetic to Olyvar. The boy had come to get away from the death of his father, and now he was dealing with the possibility that one of his close kin was about to pass.

"He had told me 'It's not fair.' Angry that he couldn't come with us." His voice is full of sadness. Jon observed the Young Falcon as he sighed. "He was right. It isn't."

Jon grabbed Olyvar's shoulder. "He will be fine." Jon was surprised that his voice was full of certainty. Yet somehow he knew that his brother would survive. Olyvar gave him a sad smile.

"Let us hope so." Olyvar looked over Jon's shoulder, and when Jon turned he saw that Robb was shouting commands in the yard. He seemed to have grown after Bran's fall and his mother's collapse. "You should speak to him." Olyvar said.

"You will not join us?" Jon inquired, but Olyvar shook his head with a smile.

"This is a meeting between brothers. I am not welcome." Olyvar extended his hand once more for Jon to take. As he did, Jon felt happy for his siblings that they had a cousin like Olyvar. He will watch over them. The Lord of the Eyrie nodded before taking his leave. Jon watched him for a few moments before turning and approaching Robb.

"Uncle Benjen is looking for you." Robb told Jon. "He wanted to be gone an hour ago."

"I know." Jon said. "Soon."

A/N: Read the rest of 'GOT Jon II' for the rest of this chapter. I decided to leave the second half as it would be in the canon because Olyvar would not be present for the farewell to Arya.