Hey guys, so here is the next chapter of The Lone Wolf. Hope you all enjoy it, and be ready for more.

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Noble Six

Bran lay in a broken mess, his leg was broken and his head was bleeding from the back. He called the guards to get the maester and they raced off to do so. Lady Stark still holding her son as she screamed to the heavens. Running over to them he slid to his knees, landing right beside them.

Lady Stark looked to him, her eyes bloodshot and crazed. "Spartan! Please help my son, please! He fell from the tower!" She wailed, hands still cradled Brans head. He put his head down to check for a heartbeat and to hear his breathing. Thankfully he heard one and was breathing. He pulled out his medical supplies he had on hand, a small roll of combat gauze he looked to her.

"Lady Stark, I need you to hold his head up while I wrap this around. It will stop the bleeding soon, but you need to be gentle. We don't know the extent of his injuries." He spoke clearly and calmly as he moved forward, she nodded her head with tears running down her face. Shaking from the event she held his head up and he gently wrapped it around the boys head. The pressure from the gauze would hold the blood at bay for now.

Finishing the last wrap, his eyes scanned the rest of his body for more bleeding injuries. None that he could see, that would have to do for now. He didn't want to carry Bran to the maester in fear of doing more damage to his back, they would have to wait for the maester for now.

"This is all we can do for now until the maester gets here, when he does I'll grab the rest of my supplies I need and help him." Seeing as she was still staring at her boy, lost in fear. He laid a hand on her shoulder, she shot her eyes to him. "Bran will be alright, I'll see to it. I give you my word." He declared.

Seeing her nod her head he sighed, turning and looking back to the boy. He could only shake his head at this, he'd seen Bran climb the tower numerous times. Not once had he fallen. Not once. Standing to his feet he gazed up at the tower, something not sitting right in his gut. Gaze shifting to the door he swore he heard a small gasp, before it fell silent. Eyes narrowing into slits he stalked forward. Moving as if he was the grim reaper himself, he leaned forward as his shadow cover the entirety of the door. Silently he listened, closing himself off to the sounds behind him. The world growing dark as he closed his eyes.

Ba-Thump, Ba-Thump, Ba-Thump

Snapping his eyes open he thrust his hand through the foot and ripped it off the hinges. He stepped into the tower, its spiraling staircase before him. A rat scurried away from him, sagging his shoulders,'damn it.' He watched it scurry away and out a door at the rear of the tower having been pushed open. What looked to be a golden silk piece of cloth hanged around it, still moving. Who ever had been there left in a hurry, gritting his teeth in frustration he held the piece of cloth a hand and a half wide in front of him. Looking into the clearing he couldn't see any tracks, just leaves blowing in the wind.

He carried it with him up the stairs and entered the room at its peak, slowly opening the door he roamed the room. Old pieces of furniture burnt, pieces of wood lay that have been left to rot, some old books, and a stool. Taking everything in around him he slowly stepped inside, then he caught a scent. He had smelled it before when he had traveled to winter town. Sex, it smelled of sex in the room. Looking around he moved closer, it got stronger as he got closer to the window. Kneeling down, he laid a gloved hand on the ground. Here, it was right here. He could see the remains of the couples intimate moment on the floor. He moved to the window and looked down, he could see the maester and the guards now huddling over the boy. It was almost too perfect, bran was exactly where he would have been if he'd have fallen right here. Or, he had been pushed. He'd never seen the boy fall.

The last thought sent a chill up his spine, if he had been pushed. Who did it? And why? He turned away from the window and made to go back outside, when he saw it. His movement stopped, a single blonde hair. Reaching down he gently picked it up and observed the length, it was long. Inhaling deeply he could smell the expensive oils used on it. Staring at it for a few more seconds he pulled a little bag out and placed it inside along with the cloth.

Once secured he made his way back outside, his men surrounding the maester as they put the boy on a stretcher. Lady Stark never leaving his side, he followed them through the keep as they reached Brans room. They sat him down on the bed, maester luwin poking and prodding along the body. Seeing him roll Bran to the side he helped steady him, he watched the maester eyes widen a fraction before giving a sad frown.

"What is it?" Six asked him.

Luwin shook his head, "His leg will heal, but his back.." Six slowly looked back down at the boy, he slipped a hand over and under the back of his shirt. Gently feeling for a bulge or something misaligned. Then he felt it, right in the middle of his spine. Feeling tiny pieces of bone floating around he shook his head, meeting the maester eyes. They set him back down gently and tried to make him comfortable, there was nothing he could do. A crushed lower vertebrae was beyond what he or anyone could do, he didn't have the medical tools to help. Back in his world, they'd have been able to help him with their technological advancements. But he didn't have any of that and there was no way of getting it.

They splinted Brans leg before they went to inform the family, both unsure of the future. Exiting the door they were greeted by the Stark family, Ned having been called back from the hunt. Held his sobbing wife as she clutched him tightly, his arms wrapped around her. Having noticed the door opening, they all stood to their feet a small bit of hope reaching their eyes. Only to be sucked out as Maester Luwin gave them the diagnosis. Bran would be crippled for the rest of his life, he was in a coma and they didn't know when he would awake.

"Six, surely there is something you can do?!" Robb asked, I shed tears threatening to spill. Six shook his head sadly.

"I've done all I can, his injuries are far too extreme for either of us. I don't have the medical equipment required for something like this, I'm sorry." He explained.

Ned approached them, "May we see him?" Six looked to luwin who after a second, nodded his head. He saw the family file through one at a time, closing the door behind them. He stayed there for a second trying to let the events sink in, soon anger began to grow. As he could hear the family's cry in despair his anger only grew.

He needed to get to the bottom of this, and fast. Storming away and trailing behind the older man, he motioned for the man to follow him. His fists tightened to where the bones ground against each other, his jaw tightened as he marched to his quarters. Waiting for the man to enter he closed the door, none to gently as the wood shook at the force. Luwin raised an eyebrow at his behavior, six raised a hand as he began to breathe deeply.

His eyes darting everywhere as his chest heaved up and down, "Bran... I don't think he fell."

Luwin soon grew serious, "What do you mean, you don't think he fell?" He saw Six pull out a small clear bag, "What's that?"

Six paused as he pulled out the gold cloth, "I heard something come from the tower, but when I investigated, I found these. One in the room with the only window in the tower and the other at the rear door. Snagged on a piece of wood." Six handed the items to him, luwin carefully examined each of them. Dangling the golden hair in front of him, he frowned.

"A single hair doesn't narrow down the possible suspects, many lannisters have the family genes." He disputed, but didn't seem to throw the possibility out of the way.

"Yes, and how many of them are here that match the length of hair for that?" Six retorted pointing to it.

Luwin set the hair down back into the bag, he felt along the cloth. "This is very fine material, very fine indeed." He mumbled to himself, Six raised an eyebrow before nodding in agreement. That was a good sign at least.

"I thought as well, only fine cloth you can get like that is from the south,but that still leaves it to us to figure out the possible suspects." Six said as he motioned for him to sit down, they would be there for some time. He poured the man some water who gratefully took it.

"Something tells me that wasn't the only thing you found." Luwin remarked, setting his mug back down.

Six shook his head, "No, it wasn't. I found... remains of a couples rather intimate session on the floor. Just feet from the window, so. My theory is this: Bran saw something he shouldn't have, so he was pushed."

Luwin set back, "If that were true, who did it?"

"I'm not sure, we'll have to investigate furthermore. The king may stay longer with this happening." Six explained as he crossed his arm. "For now, I'll keep these with me. Until I find further evidence and hopefully the one who did it, I'll only inform lord Stark once he returns to his solar."

Luwin nodded his head, "If I run into lord Stark it is my duty to inform him of such things. I won't lie to him or keep secrets from him, but this I agree with you. Only when he's done."

They continued their discussion for many hours, both weighing possible options or outcomes. Ned would be leaving soon to go down south and Six would have to choose. Stay or leave?

Later that night

Ned Stark

He poured another mug of ale as he sat at his desk, head beginning to spin from the alcohol he consumed. He set the papers aside and sunk into his chair, taking a long sip from his mug he set it down. He had just got done speaking with Robert about staying longer. He needed to be their for his family, especially with Bran. But he couldn't do anything in regards to his health, it was out of his hands now that maester luwin had seen to him. Even the Spartan couldn't help him, it was all in the hands of the gods now.

Robert gave him his condolences but remained adamant on leaving in the next few days. He had to leave. But Sansa and Arya would be coming with him, Sansa was set to marry Joffrey and bind the two houses. With that in mind, he also brought his mind back to what Cat had said the night prior.

They received a raven from her sister, accusing the lannisters of murdering Jon Arryn. She was fresh widowed, so she could have been a bit paranoid as she always was a bit unhinged. Now with Bran... something wasn't right. Accusations of the lannisters just a day before Bran falls. He had too much of a bad feeling for it to be convenient.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

Neds eyes shoot to the door, he had told the guards he didn't want to be disturbed. He stood to his feet and approached the door, face set in stone as he opened the door.

"Lord Stark." Six greeted, no smile adorning him he was set in a frown.

He didn't expect to see the Spartan this soon, nonetheless he beckoned for him to enter. Pouring the man some ale, six gratefully took it before sitting down. "Six, how may I help you? I must warn you, today's events have left me quite exhausted. I pray this doesn't add to my already high list of troubles." Ned said as he leaned back on the desk. He truly was tired and he needed to rest, but how could he with what was to come.

He watched as Six looked down and around as if contemplating his response. "I found something, something that may help us find justice for Bran."

Justice for Bran? What was he talking about, "What do you mean? He fell from the tower you were there yourself, speak plainly as I have no use for word games!" His frown deepening, Ned didn't mean to come so harsh but he needed Six to know he was not in the mood.

He watched as Six calmly explained what he had found, from the fabric on the door. To the blonde hair in the lone room at the top with the window. He felt the fabric beneath his fingers and couldn't find in him to disagree with the Spartans logic. The hair only giving them a hunch as to who it could be. He found himself agreeing with the Spartan.

"I received a raven from Lady Lysa Arryn, former wife to the late Jon Arryn." Ned explained.

Six raised an eyebrow at that, "The last hand of the king, what does she want?"

"She claimed that the lannisters murdered Jon Arryn, she fled back to the Vale just after his death." Ned informed him, seeing the mans expression change. Six set back, he could see the man thinking hard. This all looked like it could be the lannisters, but this was all too well timed.

"With that being known now, you still plan on going south when the king leaves?"

Ned sadly nodded his head, "Yes, I have to. As much as I want to stay with my family, I must look out for Robert. If the former hand was murdered, then the king might be next."

Six only nodded slowly before continuing, "What of your children?"

Ned wiped his face from the sweat that'd been forming, "The girls will go with me, they'll be safe. The rest will stay here, that is of course if Jon doesn't join the nights watch. He talked with my brother and still remains adamant about it."

"Let me handle Jon, I'll not have him waste his life if I can help it." Ned went to defend the nights watch before he saw the look he received. It was true, they both knew the nights watch was a shadow of what it once was. "You honestly believe that Sansa and Arya will be safe down there? Who is to protect them while your around hundreds of Lannister men. A few dozen household guards?" Six retorted, before he could stop himself, Ned responded.

"So come with me." He asked, seeing the moment of hesitation he pressed further. "I need your help to uncover this... plot that nearly killed my son. The south is not like the north, there are snakes and liars in abundance at the capital. I would feel much better with you there to guard my children."

If what they discussed bore fruit, he would need a man like Six on his side down there. The Spartan was too valuable an asset to have in such a place, his girls would be in good hands with him. While he worked as hand of the king, he would have Six investigate further into Jon Arryns death and his theories about what happened to Bran.

Slowly Six stood to his feet as he towers over Ned, not a word was said before he saw a hand reach out to him. Sighing gratefully he clasped hands with the Spartan who nodded in turn. "Thank you, Six. You've done nothing but help me and my family, I'll see you rewarded for it once this is done." He promised, if things went the way he needed. He would name Six a lord of a keep and give him his own lands, people to rule over. And men to call to arms when needed.

A fitting reward for a man he'd come to rely on heavily. The two sharing the rest of their drink conversing on the travel arrangements. Six was having a separate wagon carry his supplies that he would need to bring with him. Holding his new weapons and armor as they were to heavy to carry on horseback. Ned only nodded before he asked him of his intentions about Jon seeing as he was leaving with them now. "I'll be taking Jon under my wing for the time being, seeing as your his father and lord of Winterfell. I will need your approval for it, Jon is special. We can both see that and I'll not his natural born talent go to waste."

"So he's to come south with us, then?" Ned asked again, receiving a nod in response. "Fine, you have my permission but should he still choose the black. Let it be his choice, that's my decision on that."

"Very well, I know a dismissal when I can see one. I'll let you rest, my lord." Six stood to his feet.

Ned rubbed his eyes before responding, "How many times must I tell you to call me Ned, whenever it's only the two of us."

Six only shrugged his shoulders in response, "A force of habit, I'll be sure to remember that next time. I'll see you in the morning."

Bidding the man goodbye he sighed to himself, trying to shake the sleep away he set the mug down. Blew out some of the candles and went back to his room. Opening the door he could see his wife had not returned yet, he closed it behind him. He took his tunic off and set down on the bed.

His hand resting on his wife's side, brushing it absentmindedly. He needed her right now, but he couldn't tear her away from Bran. Laying down he blew out his candle on the bedside table next to his side, before closing his eyes. Gods how he prayed for his son's recovery.

A few days later..

Jon Snow

Jon tightened the last strap of the saddle, before giving the horse a good pat. Walking around to the back he saw his brother Robb talking with his father, the two looking sad as they said farewell. Averting his eyes back to the ground he turned, thinking of the last few days. He'd been set on taking the black and joining his uncle, but after a talk with Six. He changed his mind.

Flashback

Jon finished swinging his sword, practicing his form and speed. Feeling a pair of eyes on him, he stopped to face the intruder. He gave a small smile as he was approached by Six.

"Six, how fare you?" He greeted him, six only nodded as he laid a hand on his shoulder.

"Alright, I believe. I wanted to talk with you, if you had a moment or two?" Six asked, Jon didn't seem to have a problem with it as they sat down on some nearby barrels. Six crossed his arms before continuing, "I know of your plan to join the nights watch, and I'm here to give you another choice." He said cryptically, Jon raised his body slowly. Another choice? What other choice did he have?

Jon sighed, "This again, what other choice do I have?" He said incredulously, raising his arms while doing so. "I can't stay here, Lady Stark won't have it and I won't put that kind of pressure on Robb. The nights watch is the only place for me, just accept it as I have." He said dejected, hating how the state of his birth had truly ruined his future.

"Come with me down south, with your father and sisters. I'll have you put under my command, as a squire if you will. You will learn from me, everything you would need to know. I'll show you how to go beyond your limits and exceed your expectations of yourself. Ask yourself, do you really want to spend the rest of your life on a frozen block of ice full of murderers and rapers? No families, no women to love, and no chance?Or do you want to be your own man, change the way people see you? Be who you want to be." Six finished, Jon stared at him in disbelief. Six was offering him a chance, a way out that had a future to look forward to.

Jon sat their for a moment, shaken from the Spartans speech. He'd never had anyone put so much faith in him, or wanted to help him have a better life. Father always wanted what was best for him, but always said the nights watch was an honorable calling. Uncle Benjen said it was anything but, urging Jon to think hard before riding off. Now it seemed that he could have a different life, a better life. With six personally training him he could only imagine what he could achieve.

Sitting up straight he faced Six, "I'll go, there's nothing for me here but if there's a chance down south. With you guiding me, well... there are more opportunities down there for me. The nights watch isn't going anywhere, but it looks like I am." Jon said as he clasped forearms together. A sense of relief passing through him, he could see that Six was pleased with his decision.

"You made the right choice for yourself, I'll not let you down and I expect the same from you.Your father and your sisters will be pleased to hear it, now let's get you ready for the journey."

Jon had taken the rest of his time here in Winterfell to spend with his brothers. Robb having at first been surprised at his decision to not take the black, was then relieved when he'd heard about Six's offer. Robb offered to write him weekly so they could remain in contact. Saddened they would be separated, Robb ultimately respected his decision and fully supported him. It meant more than anything to hear his brothers support.

Arya had been more than excited when she heard her favorite brother was going south with her. Intent on learning from Six as much as she was allowed. He laughed and only said if father would approve of it, she smiled sweetly before laughing.

Sansa had been pleasantly surprised as well, saying how glad she was that he wasn't joining the nights watch. She even showed him some of her embroidery that she'd made for the queen. It had been rather awkward when the two had started becoming brother and sister again. But now they were truly forming a bond together, and Jon couldn't have been happier for it.

When he told his father of his choice he had expected some reaction, but Ned only gave a small grim smile before nodding. Had his father changed his mind? Did he not want Jon south? When he asked, his father denied it and said he was very happy to have him. Only that he had other things going on that had dampened his mood. Jon only nodded his head before leaving, it never left him that his father seemed truly bothered by some thing. And what was with that golden cloth he'd been holding?

His thoughts were interrupted as he felt a presence from his back, it was Robb. "I came to see ya off, next time I see you could be all in black like our Spartan friend. Seeing as your his squire now." Robb teased, Jon merely grinned whilst shrugging his shoulders.

"It was always my color, I said goodbye to Bran. I hope he wakes soon." Jon said as he fiddled with his gloves.

Robb looked back to the family quarters as if he could see the boy now, "I know, and I pray to the gods for his wake as well. My mother?" Turning back, he questioned, no doubt already knowing the answer that was to come.

Jon's emotions changed but only for a second, though it was all Robb needed. "She was very kind." He said shortly.

Robb frowned, "She's never been kind to you, and you know it. Alas, it's nothing for you to worry about now. She won't be going south with you, so you don't have to worry about leaving her gaze anytime you see her. Your free from her. Now, go be the man I know my brother can be. Make me proud, make our house proud." Robb said as he pulled their heads together, grasping the back of Jon's head. Their foreheads touching now.

Hearing his brothers declaration only made this farewell harder, "I'm not a Stark." He weakly got out, he felt his brother wrap him into a hug as he buried his face into Robbs fur cloak. Holding him for a long moment, he heard his brother whisper.

"You are a Stark, you may not have our name. But you are our fathers son and you have his blood." Feeling the older Stark pull away they looked at each other for a few seconds more before nodding and going their separate ways. Watching Robb walk off was tearing at his heart, wiping the few tears he had shed he walked back to his horse. Pulling himself up he readied himself for the month long journey to the capitol.

"Ready?" He heard a voice from the side, looking at Jory he could feel a sad smile start to form.

"Yes, I believe I am."

Jory smiled before slapping him on the back, "C'mon Jon, the king won't wait forever." The man pulled forward as the royal carriages departed. Jon spurred his horse out fo the gates and next to his father. He could see him riding next to Six, both at the front of the carriage. As he met the trot of their horses, Six regarded him with a nod before returning to his conversation with his father. Jon looked back at Winterfell as it began to shrink in the distance.

'Mother, if your out there.. I hope you're proud of me."

A/N: Hey y'all, so here she is. It took me a little longer to get this one out seeing as I'm currently without reliable internet. But alas I got her done and ready for ya. Like I always say, I appreciate your all's reviews and I hope you all continue to show love cause it only motivates me better. Stay safe everyone!

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