Author's Note: I made like four different first chapters for this story. I went with this one because it sets up more of her relationship with Jon. I hope you all enjoy it. Thank you for the review, favs and follows. They mean so so much to me.

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Chapter 1: Do you remember?

Jaesa.

She stood tall, her copper hair blowing softly in the wind as she notched an arrow. In the darkness of the night she pulled the bow back and let the arrow fly. She hit her target with a smile, the moon illuminating her skin. Jaesa found her peace in the night more often than she wished to, she used to enjoy the day time. She would enjoy the way the courtyard was filled with men training, and men doing their duties but it not longer felt the same. So instead of dwelling on the men, Jaesa found her peace in the night air.

"Jaesa." She ignored the man's voice, notching another arrow. "Jaesa Snow."

His voice carried easily across the yard, and he no doubt knew she was listening. She smiled as she heard his curse, letting yet another arrow fly at her target. Jaesa enjoyed the sound of an arrow flying through the air.

"Jaesa, one more time." He took on the tone of a father.

She placed the bow in it's place, before turning to face the man. His black hair was blowing in the cold night air, but he did not shiver. They were both used to cold, used to the chill of the snow that fell around them. She approached the ranger, a smile playing on her lips.

"If you came all the way out here to scold me, Stark, you picked the wrong time."

It was late in the night, the moon hung high in the sky. She knew he should have long since been asleep, as should she.

"I am not going to scold you, Jaesa, it would do no good." His laugh was hearty. "You need rest if we are to ride south on the morrow."

Jaesa let out a groan, it was not her idea to go south. She wished to stay at the wall, but she had a wrong to correct. When she was the age of ten she had harmed a family, and it was long since time she made her peace. Benjen Stark was going to make sure she did.

"I can ride without sleep, wouldn't be the first time." She walked by him, her green eyes lingering on him for a moment.

He followed her, and Jeasa cursed. She did not wish to argue with the ranger over their trip south. The last time had not been something worth memory though it had been something that bothered her for some time.

"Just know we leave at first light, Jaesa. We can not risk to be late."

She regarded him with cool eyes and a swift nod before she found her way to her chambers. She had been given a room in the tower of the king, not that a king had ever visited the Wall in her lifetime. No one came to the Wall unless they were forced to. As Jaesa made herself at home in her bed, she hoped her journey south would be better than her last trip.

As Benjen Stark had commanded they started their journey at dawn, and it continued that way for weeks. They would sleep at nightfall and continue on at dawn. Jaesa didn't mind it, sleeping under the stars on some nights brought her a calm. Benjen would speak to her at some points but mostly the trip was made in a mutual silence. She did not doubt he was thinking of seeing his blood again, his family. Jaesa was more concerned with undoing the damage from her last visit to Winterfell, but it had been five years and some damage can not be undone.

"Benjen, I thank you for letting me accompany you on this journey, but I fear I will find no forgiveness." Jaesa kept her eyes trained on the road ahead. "I did strike your Lord brother."

"My brother is a man of honor, Jaesa, and forgiveness." His laugh was cool. "He will give you the forgiveness you seek."

Jaesa could only hope Stark knew of what he spoke. She hated the idea of the Lord of Winterfell thinking her some wild animal. Jaesa was not a wild animal, or a wildling. She was just a woman raised by men, and she was raised to be strong.

No words were spoken on the matter again, because Jaesa spied the tall grey towers and walls of Winterfell. It was the farthest south she could ever remember being, she never counted Kings Landing. The capital was said to be the place of her birth, but she never considered it more than a place she never longed to visit. As the sun set, and they drew closer to the gates, Jaesa remembered the first time she visited Winterfell.

The child of ten was long since tired of riding on her horse. The journey from Castle Black, to Winterfell was longer than any she had dared before. The man beside her just laughed as she adjusted her riding position again, and again. A smile would grace his lips when a curse would leave her small lips. She had fire.

"Jaesa, now remember your manners." His voice was stern, like a father, but he was not her father.

"I know, Ben."

She was always acted too old for her own good. Jaesa was ten, no one would doubt she was a child but when her mouth opened words of an adult would fly from her lips.

The child looked up in awe as the entered the gates of Winterfell, it was the only place she had ever been beyond the Wall. Jaesa looked to Benjen Stark who only smiled as they continued to ride into the courtyard, and when Jaesa spotted the man's family she smiled.

Benjen helped the child from her horse, taking her hand and leading her over to his family. He regarded his brother, sister by law, nieces and nephews. Jaesa watched as the family interacted. She felt no jealousy or shyness, she just waited for Benjen to introduce her.

"Ned, this is the girl I spoke to you about." Jaesa met the Lord's eyes. "Jaesa, come say hello."

The child did not need another prompt, she quickly stood before the Lord and his family, her head bowed in respect.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Lord Stark, Lady Stark."

She watched the Lord smile at her tone, his grey eyes shone, but his wife was not as kind. Jaesa watched as the woman's eyes filled with cold calculation.

"Welcome to Winterfell, Jaesa, I hope you grow to call it home."

She called Winterfell her home for a fortnight, not a minute longer. Jaesa caused more damage in a fortnight than many could cause in a year. She would carry many memories from her time in Winterfell, not all of them were as horrid as she made them to be.

Jaesa stopped behind Benjen as they entered the town just before Winterfell, a man on the road caught her attention. On the side of the road a man lay on the ground, clutching his leg tightly in his hands, pain evident on his face.

"Benjen, I will meet you shortly."

Jaesa was off her horse before Benjen could argue. She was a trained healer, and evident to her that if she did not help the man it would be some time before someone did. Jaesa bent down beside the man, speaking softly to him, coaxing from his lips what had happened to him. Once she knew of his condition she found men to fetch her the supplies needed to help the man. She knew they would not have all the things needed for the man, she doubted they would have milk of the poppy.

As she set the man's broken bone she cursed herself, wishing she had brought her supplies with her. She had thought she would have no need of such things on the road south. She apologized to the man, she could see the pain wrenching in his eyes. She did not have a doubt of the pain he was in.

"I will help you to your home, sir." Jaesa stood, and all the people around them watched her. "Come with me."

She held her hand out to the man, and soon two more were helping him to his feet. The three of them assisted the man to his home, and he thanked them the whole way there. She left the man with a smile on her face, she always found joy when she helped someone. Jaesa did not have much to do in her time at the Wall, helping the sick and injured became her job and her joy.

Jaesa found herself in the courtyard of Winterfell, her horse left in the stables. She thought for a moment that it was an empty place, until her eyes caught a man. He was tall, lean and he had a mess of curly black hair. She watched him beat away at the dummy, anger evident in his body language.

"What did he ever do to you?" Her voice carried across the night, as she approached the man.

With one last swing at the dummy, the man turned to her. His grey eyes met her green orbs, and for a moment a silence lingered between them. Jaesa could not believe the man who stood before her, the last time she had seen him he was nothing more than a boy of twelve.

"Jaesa? You surely grown." His voice was deep, and his face held a smile.

"Well, five years can do that to a person, Jon Snow." She let out a laugh. "You have grown as well."

An awkward silence fell between them, it was hard to pick up with someone you barley knew. Jaesa could remember every moment spent with the Stark bastard in her fortnight at Winterfell. He had been the one to watch her ride from there in the middle of the night. She had gotten on with him quite well.

"Still as silver tongued as I remember."

A smirk fell on her lips as he regarded her.

"Well, somethings never change." She looked to the sword in his hands. "Out practicing instead of feasting with the southerners?"

She saw a frown grace his features, his eyes held anger while his face held sadness. Jaesa cursed herself under her breath. She was sure she had upset him.

"Lady Stark.."

"Say no more, I understand."

Jaesa shifted under his eyes. Jaesa knew of Lady Stark, of her aversion to bastard children. She had not been rude to Jaesa, but she had not been warm. Jaesa wished she could say the same for the way Lady Catelyn had treated Jon, it was hard for her to watch as a child. Someone should never be so cold to a child, and she wondered how Jon could have handled it for so many years. She too was a bastard, but at the Wall very few looked upon her with disgust.

She had been so caught in her own thoughts that she had not noticed Jon put his sword away or that he had made his move to leave. She shook herself from her thoughts and found herself walking to his side.

"You can't just leave a guest standing alone, it's quite rude." Her laugh was gentle.

"Leaving in the middle of the night without telling the Lord of the house is rude too, but it never stopped you."

She did not know if his words were intentionally said to hurt her but they did. She had never meant to upset the Lord of Winterfell, or his family, but she could not stay in Winterfell. Benjen was trying to be kind, trying to give her a home but the Wall was her home. They fell silent as Jaesa followed Jon Snow, she would not allow him to be rude and shake her. She had no intention of joining the King's feast. She followed Jon to the kennel, a place she had no reason to visit on her last trip south. What truly caught her attention was a small grey wolf pup in one of the kennel cages.

"A wolf?" She questioned.

Jon Snow did not answer her, instead he walked deeper into the barely lit kennel. She caught sight of a few more wolf pups, each ranging in shades of grey, and white mixes. Jon finally stopped in front of a cage, before she watched him open it and a small stark white pup came forward.

"He's beautiful." Her eyes could not move from the small white pup with red eyes.

She slowly walked toward the pup, but Jon put his hand up to stop her. His eyes locked with hers for a chilling moment before he turned back to his pup. She watched him pull meat from his pocket, feeding a scrap of it to the wolf.

"He's a direwolf pup."

Before Jaesa could stop herself, she let out a laugh. She did not think Jon Snow would grow up to be so foolish. Everyone knew that direwolves never came south of the wall, not any longer.

"Don't be silly, direwolves don't come this far south."

"I was there, Jaesa, these pups are direwolves." His voice was so certain. "We found them after we executed the deserter."

Jaesa closed her eyes, whispering a silent prayer for the man. She knew him well. His name was Will, he was a ranger and not someone she would ever imagine to flee the Wall. She didn't know what to say to Jon Snow, she instead watched him feed the pup. He had said the word of detester like the man was a poison to the world, but he wasn't, he was a good man.

"I come to find my brother and instead if find him with a woman." A joking voice came from behind them. "About time, Jon."

"Mind your tongue." Before Jon could speak Jaesa did. "I am no whore."

She spun on her heel, her hair flying across her face. Her eyes landed on a tall, muscular man with auburn curls and blue eyes. Robb.

"Jaesa, I apologize." A smirk was on his lips, and his eyes were not on her but the man behind her. "You have grown."

"And as I told your brother, five years can do that." She smiled.

She remembered the boys fondly, for what little time she had with them. They were two years older than she, but they were kind to her.

"Jon, it's getting late." Jaesa heard shuffling behind her.

Jon made a move around her to his brother, the both of them sharing a look between them. She stood there waiting for one of them to speak to her but neither did, and like before they made to leave her standing there. Jaesa let a sigh fall from her lips as she took up a walk after them. She caught Jon snow on the shoulder, forcing him to stop and look at her.

"Would one of you stop being rude and show me where my chamber shall be?" Her voice was terse. "I seem to have forgotten over the last five years."

She watched Robb Stark's eyes flicker and saw the small smile that formed on his lips. Jon Snow held no smile instead he just looked at her with those grey eyes, the grey eyes that saw everything.

"I shall see you on the morrow, Jaesa, sleep well."

Before either could argue, Robb Stark was gone. Jaesa looked to Jon Snow, a boy she had once known and had never forgotten. When she had first gotten back to the Wall she had meant to get Benjen to transcribe a letter for her, to send it to him but she never did. He never wrote to her either, and she could only imagine he had forgotten her.

"Follow me, Jasea." His voice held no warmth.

She wondered what happened to the boy who had been joking with her only minutes before in the training yard. Why had he turned so cold to her? She did nothing to harm him, her wrong was against his father not him. She followed him to the guest house, and down the long hall until they reached the end. For a moment they stood there, neither speaking a word. Eventually Jaesa gave up on Jon Snow, and she turned to enter the chamber.

"Goodnight, Jon Snow." Her voice was quiet.

Just as she opened the door to enter, she felt his large hand upon her shoulder. She looked over her shoulder at him, his grey eyes meeting hers.

"Do you remember?" It was barely a whisper.

"Of course, I remember."

She left him there after that, shutting the heavy wooden door behind her. She didn't need him to explain what he was asking, she already knew. She had tried to forget, tried to move on with her life. She was child then, as was he, but he never seemed like a child. He seemed much older than her even then. She had never forgotten, and she knew now that neither had he.