Samwell yelped like a girl as Jon rushed into the library. The portly gent expected the King to announce the wall had fallen and the white walkers were outside the castle. "Jon!- Your grace?!" He abandoned his studies.

"Hit me! Clout me! Bloody knock me out!" Jon rasped desperately, he did a loud sniff- to gather himself, rocking backwards and forwards on his feet. "Do it!"

Samwell did a meek little slap on the side of his face, he winced at his attempt and smiled awkwardly. "How was- wait, why are you asking me?!" He felt foolish. "What's happened?- Was that a test, I failed right?!"

His King looked annoyed as ever."Oh gods! Can't ask anybody else, can I?!" It sounded as if Jon was about to go off on a rant, he looked about him agitated. "Melisandre probably could do something- but I'm not asking her, Davos probably won't do it! Podrick- Fuck him!" He thought for a second, and then jabbed at Sam. "Possyt!- You have any possyt?!- I'll drink myself to sleep!"

"Oh, is that what you're trying to do, sleep?" The portly chap sighed with relief, and he closed one of his books. "I thought you had had mental breakdown."

"I don't have time for talk, Sam! Make something for me now!" Jon exclaimed, and he marched out of the library expecting Sam to follow. And he did obediently. "I spent 10 minutes trying to bloody sleep!" The King began, his pace extremely fast and violent. Sam had to run to keep up."To no avail, can't get settled, too hot and bothered."

"I noticed you were a little sweaty. It's the middle of the day, why sleep now?" Sam simpered, he saw they were heading to the kitchens- "Actually Jon, we should go to the old Maester's quarters, they'll have something in there." They changed direction, bumping into one another. "Whoops." They recovered, and continued on with their endeavour. "What's happened, Jon?" He said, after they clambered up a flight of stairs in silence, though it would have been silent if it weren't for their heavy breathing.

Jon was reluctant, shaking his head at the stones. "My Wife and I...share dreams, it's...complicated, alright?!- She's gone off to dream without me...at an odd time, and I need to get there-" He waved his hand in a gesture of dominance, and he kicked at the old maester's door to open it for his mate. "Hurry up, Sam, my wife's been asleep for half an hour, I can't wake her up." His voice finally found some calm, but it was the sadness that made it such.

"Shouldn't we be tending to that problem first, try and rouse your wife?" Sam began. "That does sound worrying."

"I've tried!" He said with a lot of anguish. "It's happened before, and I'm not going to sit around and wait for her to come out of it, I'll see where she is myself, if I can. But I'm too worked up to sleep."

"You could kiss her awake?" His friend piped up.

"This isn't a fairytale, Sam!" Besides, he'd already tried that.

His friend blew dust from a shelf of bottles, spotting a familiar substance."Essence of Nightshade, a commonplace medicine." He half sung, wiggling the bottle after he had lifted it from the old shelf.

"I don't like that stuff, it's a toxin." Jon could see its potency and age through the glass. "You'll either put me into a dreamless sleep, or you'll put me to sleep for good."

"You only need a drop, to calm you, it's better than a clout in the head." The new maester pulled the old dropper from the solution, his friend sneered at it. "You want to get to sleep quickly, or not?"

He never liked that stuff, he read about it in a story once that frightened him, he even had a nightmare as child, where lady Catelyn tried to overdose him with it. The King sat grudgingly at the desk, and tipped his head back. "Get on with it."

"Undiluted?"

Jon gave him a determined side-eye. "Yer."

Wild man. Sam approached and hung the dropper over his eye, and his lean friend recoiled.

"What yer' doing?- The mouth Sam!" He pointed to his lips to make it clearer. Unbelievable.

"If I put it in the eye, it gets into the bloodstream faster, I read it in a book." Sam explained, waving the dropper about, some of the nightshade dripped onto the floor. "Whoops."

The King shuddered, nobody likes things close to their eye. He lay back and braced his eyes for something unpleasant; a shock followed by irritation. Sam was over him, dangling the horrible thing above his eye, it went out of focus and he knew the drip was imminent. Plop. The substance was thicker than he thought, it made him temporary blind in one eye, and burned. "Aaa shit." He leant forward and rapidly blinked.

"Well?"

"Give me a minute." The pain had gone, but the blurriness remained, he looked at his friend through his good eye. "Now I just feel uptight."

"You're supposed to be calmer." Sam put the bottle down and leant to inspect the eyes. "Well...that eye is pink."

"That's 'cause you dropped something in it." He rubbed at it hard. "I'm definitely not relaxed."

"Fancy another drop?"

"No." Jon surveyed the horrible stuff on the desk disdainfully. "Though, isn't one drop for anxiety, two drops...?"

"-Well 3 drops is for dreamless sleep, I can imagine 2 could just induce drowsiness, or...dreamful sleep?" He gurned at his reasoning. "2 drops." He picked up the bottle again. "I'll do the other eye."

"Na na na, do the buggered eye again." He leaned back and fingered the eyelid, so his friend didn't forget. "Here, go on." Sam was taking his sweet time. "Quickly, put it in."

"That's what she said." Sam quipped bashfully, and it took Jon a little while to understand what he meant.

"Ha...If only Sam, if only." The drip went into his eye, and it sobered him. Oo you bugger. His eye didn't sting this time, but he still blinked to move the stuff around his eye socket. He looked about blearily. "It feels the same...only...different." Well that took a while to get out, and contradictory. "Send Davos...to my...wife." His friend was returning the bottle to the shelf, as he set it down there was a muffled clunk. "It's...not...woooorking...Saaaam." That bottle clunking seemed to continue like an echo.

And he heard a deep muffled response. "Oh I think it is." Sam was getting blurry in both of his eyes. "You're not seeing what I'm seeing, your heads lolling about all over the place." The laugh was baritone, and slow and sounded positively evil. The maester grew larger, he was either getting closer or fatter. But he was close to the King's face. "Your eyes have dilated."

Jon drew his face frigidly away from his friend's. "Wooooooaaaaaaw." Too close. He did a very slow lurch to the side, Sam wasn't his type. Nope. He found his head shaking frivolously. Where was his sweet lady wife? – That pretty thing...with the...boobies. "Myyyyy...Wiiiiife." He heard more evil laughter, and he felt himself fall out of the chair, but he didn't land on the floor, he just kept falling. He fell facing up, staring up at the room he had just left, he was travelling down a well, he corrected his position mid flight, and he landed perfectly on his feet on snow. He shuffled in it, there was churned up mud beneath it. There was never snow in the dark wood, so where was he? He glanced up to get confirmation, and he was startled by the presence of a cross bearing the words 'TRAITOR'...He knew he had to leave, he turned, and walked right into Alliser Thorne's knife. "Ouh." He received the same surge of agony as before, he didn't have time to take a breath. He had no air to speak with. The older man's face was full of spite.

"For the watch."

The spite hurt more than the knife, betrayal hurt more than anything. He knew there was more to come, he ran before Olly materialized, carried his legs into the woods, clutching at a nonexistent stab wound. His height changed immediately, he felt his legs shrink along with the rest of him. He continued to run regardless, as everything loomed a lot larger over him. He couldn't dwell on the old, only the new; his wife needed him. Or more so he needed his wife.

He reached a clearing in the mass of shadow trees, and he listened before calling for anyone. He made out distant hounds, as per usual, and wind. But he yearned for a melodic voice or wolf howl. He did a harsh whisper into the shadows. "Sansa!" His ears whistled at the silence. "Bran?!" The wind seemed to pick up around him, and for the first time he actually saw leaves, and realistic looking twigs fall about him. Debris continued to fall, and he put a hand to his forehead as he looked up to protect is eyes. The canopy was dark above him, if not for the glow of blue from the moon, and the orbs of light...Hang on. Two orbs, and the moonlight couldn't possibly penetrate that deep canopy, what was making that light? He heard a low ominous gurgle and purr coming from above him, the orbs descended, along with a callous shape. Nope, not staying to find out! He bolted, but he felt the surge of the beast behind him, further debris fell, and trees shed bark around him, he tried to outrun the shadow looming over him, but something snapped around him, it dug into his tunic. "Shit! No no no- Aaah!" And the talons dug in as he continued to struggle, and ripped through his clothing. Agony, and searing pain followed. "Aaaarrggghhh!" He was dragged up, as he soared he continued to yell, he knew it was a dragon at this point. Old nan used to tell him about them, he was always fascinated, but right now he wanted to put himself out of harm's way."Aaaaaa!-" -But he was interrupted when his head met a branch. Clunk. "Ooow!" He seized the said branch as it passed him by, jarring the dragon to an abrupt stop, it's talons sunk deeper into his flesh. "Fuck!" He grit his teeth at the discomfort. The dragon floundered above him, the more it struggled, the more pain Jon was in. "Aaaarrgh...stop moving about!" The air was cold about him, it almost felt like it was radiating from the dragon, though he used to imagine dragon's were hot to the touch, so why this bitter cold?

He still heard the hounds in the distance, so he'd better shut up. Jon dangled quietly struggling over the empty clearing, which then became occupied by a wolf and a small boy. If it weren't for the dire circumstances... and the pain, he would have smiled. It was Bran, on his feet- he'd never thought he'd see the day, and the lady wolf, which he assumed was his wife. Thank the gods. Seeing a wolf looking up from this height was very endearing. Sweet wife...wait, he had a bone to pick with her. The dragon he supposed was more important, at this time. "It's got me!"

He saw his wife do a pointless leap about 4 feet into the air and then drop. Well, she's trying...the little minx that spirited away.