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"Talking"

"Thinking"

"Yo, Fang!" Faith called as she entered, her group of Slayers and Watchers following behind. "You in?" They already had a hell of night and it wasn't even midnight yet. Faith would've taken them to a Council safehouse but she remembered Angel's townhouse was closer.

It certainly looked swanky enough. They were only in the front hall but there was enough space for all of them. And that staircase had an elegant curve as it went upwards. This place must've cost Angel a fortune. "Or did someone give it to him?" she wondered. That seemed more likely.

"Who are you?" a voice asked, breaking her thoughts.

The voice belonged to a man about her age, maybe a year or two older. A beard little thicker than scruff covered his jaw, the same color as his dark brown hair. The light revealed pale scars on his face, one nearly going through his left eye. He might not tower over them but his dark clothes revealed how well-muscled he was.

Faith might've leered or did a little flirting action with him, but two facts stopped her. The first was those grey eyes were watching all of them, waiting for a threat. The second was the rather impressive looking sword belted to his side, his hand already on the hilt. If things turned ugly, there was no doubt in Faith's mind he would draw it.

And she didn't want that. "You a friend of Angel too?" she asked. He certainly wasn't an amateur. The grip alone told her he knew how to use it.

Gunn walked in and quickly defused the scene. "Whoa, Jon. It's okay," he said, coming to the man's side. "They're friends."

The man considered the group again before removing his hand. "Shall I get bread and salt?" His accent was British, yet rougher than what Faith had heard. If he put a little more effort in it, he'd had no trouble making a woman's spine shiver.

"Nah, man. We keep telling you we don't need to do that." He glanced at the Slayers. "Sorry, he's new."

"Yeah, we can see that, Charlie," Faith remarked. "Angel in?"

He nodded. "He's in the basement, double-checking something." His grin was friendly but tired. "It's been a long couple of days."

"Missing L.A.?"

"Little bit."

"Oh. My. God," breathed out Maria. A massive wolf had padded into the hall and sat down beside the new man, easily reaching his elbow. Its fur was white, just like snow, and its red eyes watched everyone. They didn't see any teeth but the scars across its face and its missing ear showed it was no stranger to danger.

Of course, that wasn't what Maria focused on. She saw how the wolf sat beside the new guy and jumped to a conclusion. "What did you do to that poor wolf!?" she demanded, striding up to him with a clenched fist.

The man frowned and reached not for his sword, but a dagger. The wolf snapped its attention to Maria and snarled. Now they could see its teeth and they looked quite sharp. Maria paused but still glared at the man.

That was the scene Angel walked into. "What's going on?" he asked.

"This girl is trying to threaten me, my lord," Jon replied, hand still on the dagger.

He sighed. "Jon, I'm not a…oh never mind. Why is she trying to threaten you?" He gave the Slayer a glare of his own, showing where he stood on the matter.

"Apparently, she does not recognize battle scars." That sounded like an insult to Faith, one she didn't appreciate. Sure, Maria could be a little quick-tempered, but she was working on it. Faith knew once she had it under control, she would be an impressive Slayer.

"Battle scars?" Maria said again. "He's missing an ear!"

The wolf started forward, for her. "Ghost, no," the man said. Ghost stopped, yet his eyes never left Maria. It was a look she couldn't match and backed down. But it made the rest of her group pay attention.

In spite of the situation, Faith looked over at Angel. "Making new friends, Fang?" she asked with a grin.

He smiled back, briefly. Then it was gone. "What are you doing here, Faith?" He eyed the rest of the group. "With them?"

"Was hopin' to have a place to rest. You got the room, don't ya?" She glanced over at Jon. "Or is there gonna be a problem?"

"No, there's no problem. Jon, don't do anything."

"I haven't," he replied. His hand was still on the dagger.

A sigh erupted behind them. "Good Christ, Maria. Get off your bloody high horse and apologize already," ordered another Slayer.

"Ari!"

"Shut up, Sam!"

Faith groaned. It was those two again. She knew they were cousins and they liked to argue but did they have to make the situation worse? Yet it made both man and wolf pay attention. Surprise and confusion were clear on both their expressions.

Ghost went over to the Slayers, his nose sniffing. The girls parted before him until the two in question were revealed. They in turn stayed completely still as he sniffed them over. Yet even when he was done, he was still confused. They shared a look, uncertain about how to continue.

"Arya? Sansa?" said Jon as he stared at the two. "What are you two doing here?" Faith heard the recognition underneath his surprise. He knew them.

But they didn't know him. "It's Ariana and Samantha," Ariana said, folding her arms and frowning.

The confusion faded as he smiled. It softened his features. "Ariana and Samantha Stark, right?"

Everyone froze at that. Gunn and Angel clearly understood part of that. The looks they gave Jon said as much. But the cousins in question were just confused. "How do you know that?" Samantha demanded.

The front door opened and closed, with their last Watcher coming. "Alright, we should be fine now," she announced, only to take in the scene and sighed. "What did my nieces do this time?"

"Aunt Lilianna!" protested the nieces-in-question.

But that was nothing compared to the strangled gasp that came from Jon. His eyes were wide in shock as he looked at the newcomer. "Mother?" he asked in hope and fear.

Needless to say, that caused a bit of confusion.

An hour later, after getting everyone settled down, Faith met with Angel and Gunn in the office. It was supposed to be a bedroom but since Angel already had his and Gunn had his own place, they turned the bedroom into an office.

"Alright," Faith started, "what's the fuck's going on with that guy, Fang?" She sat on one side of the table while Angel and Gunn sat opposite. Lilianna sat beside her, as did her nieces. Ari and Sam had demanded to join, and no one bothered to stop them.

Angel and Gunn told the tale. About a month ago, while checking out a possible Scourge outpost, they encountered a glowing portal, which then spat out ("Literally!" insisted Gunn) Jon Snow and Ghost. Everyone was confused but then they were quickly ambushed by the Scourge. Jon and Ghost were able to hold their own but even after the Scourge cell had been defeated, he didn't know where he was.

So, Angel Investigations took him in and listened to his story. Apparently, he had been in a forest near the Milkwater, beyond the Wall in Westeros, when he and Ghost had suddenly found themselves somewhere different. Much to Angel's and Gunn's surprise, he had no difficulty accepting that there were vampires and other sorts of nasty out in the world and offered to fight by their side, citing an oath he took to safeguard the realms of men.

After that, he and Ghost was a part of Angel Investigations. The new world was both a strange and terrifying place, especially since his world was still in the midst of the medieval age, but one he was willing to live in. He didn't talk much about his own past, only save that he had been a part of House Stark and had served in the Night's Watch. There had been moments where he had mentioned his siblings, fondly yet also with a somber mood. And there were a few mannerisms he had yet to drop (calling Angel a lord was certainly one of them).

"Wait, hang on," Ariana said once they finished. "If he said he was a Stark, why is he called Jon Snow? Is he trying to sound cool or something?"

The two men shared a quiet look. Angel took the lead and explained. "That part, he was frank about. He's called Jon Snow because he's a bastard."

Faith didn't know about that. "I would've called him rude," she remarked.

He shook his head. "No, Faith, he's an actual bastard. He was born out of wedlock." That quieted whatever thoughts the Slayers might've been having. "Also, don't call him a knight. He isn't one and he doesn't have a high opinion of them."

Gunn snorted. "Understatement, Angel." The attempt to introduce Jon to television and movies with a King Arthur flick was rather fresh in his memories. As was Jon's angry scowl. "Thing is, he's able to fight against what goes bump in the night. He's just a little behind the times."

Considering the man in question had been from the Middle Ages, that was a broad range. So, Faith had to ask, "Just how behind?"

Again, Angel and Gunn shared a look. Their lips struggled not to smile. They weren't exactly successful. "The first time he wore jeans, he looked as if he had found something better than sex," Gunn explained. "We've only just managed to convince him to wear a tactical vest instead of his armor because he considers going out without any stupid. And we're still trying to get him to see a barber."

"But he is on our side?" Lilianna asked. It was the first time she had spoken during the meeting.

Faith glanced at the Watcher. She had been one of the survivors of the previous Council and wasted no time following the new Council's lead. She might've portrayed herself as a stern woman in her late thirties, able to bring Slayers to heel with a hard look and a few words, but she also knew when to relax. She got along well with Faith, even telling her in a private moment about how she used to be a wild child. Some days, Faith wondered if she would wind up like Lilianna. That didn't seem so bad.

So, seeing her so quiet and, almost hesitant, it was surprising. Angel didn't think anything of it. "Yeah, he's on our side," he answered.

Just as Faith opened her mouth, the door slammed open and Jon Snow entered, with Beatrice and Mila, two of the younger Slayers in the group, dragged alongside him. "You," he said to Faith with a dark look, "you are their leader, are you not?"

She was already on her feet, glaring at him. "Yeah, I am." Samantha and Ariana got up too.

"Then you are responsible for teaching them courtesy and respect, something you have clearly failed at."

"Wanna say that again?"

Angel stood up. "Jon," he said, trying to be the peacemaker, "what happened?"

"I went to polish my sword—"

The cousins started snickering, until Gunn said, "He's being literal." That stopped the laughter.

He continued. "—to clear my mind. I put Longclaw down for a second to get the materials, then I find these two," he shook the girls, ten years his junior, in questions, "playing around with it. When I told them to put it down, they decided to start toss it back-and-forth, trying to keep it away from me."

"Guessing that didn't work, huh?" Gunn asked.

"Of course not."

A part of Faith knew why he was angry, and that he had a right to be. But the fact he was still manhandling two of her Slayers, of her sisters, set her mouth off. "So, what, you're upset that you couldn't have your favorite sword? I thought you were a grown ass man, not a boy."

Jon's face turned darker as his eyes turned icy. "That sword, as you call it, was given to me by the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch. It was his house's heirloom, and he gave it to me as a gift for saving his life." He glared down at the Slayers, who flinched away. "And these two were treating it as a toy. I was led to believe that the Slayers were warriors. Was I wrong?"

Oh, Faith knew that was an insulting question. "And just how old were you when you started learning to be a warrior?"

"Since I could hold a stick." His answer cut off her retort. The silence in the room only lasted another moment before he released the girls. "Since they are your Slayers, I will leave it to you to see them punished. Good night."

He didn't bother to close the door when he left. The mood stayed tense though. Mila rubbed her arm where his hand had gripped her. "He didn't have to be so mean," she complained.

"So you were playing around with his weapon?" Lilianna asked.

She and Beatrice froze at that tone. They knew what it meant. So did everyone. They were in trouble. "We weren't going to do anything with it," Beatrice said. "We were just looking at it. And when he demanded it back, we thought that he didn't have to be so rude to Maria."

They honestly believed their words. Faith sighed, sharing a look with Angel. The younger Slayers were confident about who they were, to the point of arrogant. It reminded Faith a lot of her when she was younger, and that wasn't good. They needed to be reminded that they were human.

"Yeah," said Mila. "And it's not like he's cool. Acting like he knew how to fight since he was a kid—"

"Girls." The Slayers froze at Lilianna's cold tone. "He's from a world still in the medieval age. So he would know to wield a sword since he could hold a stick. If he was given a sword that's supposed an heirloom, it would've been priceless. More than that, he would've used it in battle, trusted it to keep him alive. And you were treating it like a toy."

The girls had no excuse. All they could was stay silent and hope the punishment would be mild. Ariana and Samantha were glad their aunt's ire wasn't on them, for the moment. "Angel," Lilianna said, "might I assume that you have a good armory in this house? Filled with weapons that need cleaning and inspecting?"

"I do," he answered as dawning horror crossed the girls' faces. They knew what they would be doing come the morning.

Ariana and Samantha shared a look after the meeting was over. Beatrice and Mila might've been punished but they knew something was up with their aunt. So, they followed her up to the attic. It might've been dark, and somewhat cramped, but they were alone.

Lilianna whirled around when she heard the door close. "Girls, what are you doing?" she demanded. "I wish to be alone. I need to think about how Samuel did tonight."

They knew she was lying. Everyone had seen how her junior Watcher did. More than once he had been knocked down or scurried out of sight during a fight. The higherups had thought he was ready to be out in the field. They were wrong. It was that much of a given.

"What's going on, Aunt Lili?" Samantha asked, using the name only allowed between them. "You've been acting weird since we came here."

"Yeah," Ariana agreed. "Ever since you saw that Jon Snow guy."

"It's none—"

Her finger snapped up and pointed at her. "Don't you dare say it's none of our concern. You're our Watcher." The scowl on her face softened as the finger lowered. "More than that, you're our aunt. What's going on?"

Liliana looked at her nieces, saw their concerned expressions. A part of her, an old part, told her to shut them down and ignore them. But tonight, seeing Jon Snow standing there, that word leaving his lips, that part was ignored. "Your parents and I didn't talk about this in front of the children," she began. "But back when I was your age, I was a hellion. Instead of training to be a Watcher, I went to parties, drank, smoke, and generally be what my grandfather would've called an embarrassment. Considering I wanted nothing to do with the Watcher life or demons, I called that a good thing."

"Aunt Lili, we know what you used to be," Samantha said. "We've seen the pictures."

"That's not the whole story, Sammie. I got involved with a man during that time. He was in his twenties, a musician, and married. His wife had no problem with me with him. She even had a turn herself." She couldn't help her little smirk as two jaws dropped. "Don't give me those looks, girls. Threesome relationship didn't just start in the 21st century. We all lived together for nearly a year, and then I got pregnant."

That wasn't what they expected. "You, you were pregnant?" Samantha asked.

She nodded. "Came as a shock to me when I first learned about it. But as the months went on and my child grew inside me, I knew that I would love it, that I would be the best mother I could be. That meant calming down my partying ways, becoming an adult. The baby's father and other mother were ecstatic when they heard the news. They promised me that things wouldn't change." Her lips quirked with a sad nostalgia. "It was a comfort I didn't realize I needed until they told me."

While this was all very surprising, a pit of dread filled Ariana's stomach. One look at her cousin and she knew the feeling was mutual. "What happened?" she finally asked.

The smile turned bitter. "It was the stupidest thing. I went to a store pick up a few things and the place got robbed. I was shot, pretty badly, and had to be rushed to the hospital. The doctors were able to save my life but…" The tears welled up in her eyes. "I lost the baby," she whispered. It took her a moment to pull free of her sorrows. She wasn't entirely successful. "After that…I've told you that part of the story before."

Her nieces knew what she meant. It was a well-known story, both amongst the Slayers and their family, that Liliana Stark discovered a vampire had been hunting in the hospital and went after it, dusting it with a knife she had found. That had been her baptism, so to speak, and what brought her back to the Watcher's Council, becoming the woman they knew.

There was still one part of the story that bugged Samantha. "What about the husband and the wife?" she asked. Her cousin glared at her, but she dismissed it.

Lilianna didn't beat around the bush. "After I joined the Watchers, I told them what we had was over. That was the end of it." She still saw them from time to time, since they knew about the supernatural, but she always kept it professional.

Ariana connected the dots. And suddenly, her aunt's reaction to the whole night made a lot more sense. "Wait, you don't actually think that Jon Snow is your son?" she asked.

"No, not exactly." She knew that wasn't possible. "But maybe a version of him?" He was the right age.

"So, we're dealing with the multiverse now?" Samantha asked. "Are we going to get visits from other Jon Snows?" Her cousin gave her a look that made her scowl. "What? I read."

"I didn't know multiverse theory showed up in fashion magazines."

"Girls," said their aunt, stopping them short. She sighed, losing her iron. "I don't know, Sammie. It could very well be. He did recognize the both of you, if by different names. But he knew our house name, and he has the Stark look."

That much, they couldn't argue with. "So, what are you going to do?" Ariana asked her. She didn't have an answer. None of them did.

The Slayers and Watchers stayed the night, deciding to head home the next morning. There might've been some sleeping but the Slayers really wanted to talk about how the night, and about the third man of Angel Investigations. Sure, he was handsome but the general consensus was that he was a mean and rude person. Ariana and Samantha kept quiet, speaking up against Beatrice and Mila when they complained about their punishment. They had it coming, simple as that.

Regardless, the Slayers were determined to make sure this Jon Snow wouldn't get the better of them or feel superior to them. That attitude carried them up to the kitchen, until they saw Jon Snow sitting down next to Samuel. The general thought as they quickly hid was "Shit."

"Oh, good morning," Samuel said.

"Good morning," Jon Snow said back. He looked at across the table at the fatter man for a long moment. "I take it you're a Watcher?"

"Y-Yes. Or, well, I'm a junior Watcher. Samuel Tarl," he introduced himself. His hand reached out for a shake, only to nearly knock over the salt. He did that a lot. "Sorry."

Jon shook the hand. He didn't say anything, yet there was a faint smile on his lips. Samuel tried to eat his own breakfast, but he kept glancing at the other man. "What is it?"

"Oh, I, um, I was wondering about Ghost. He's a wolf, right?" His curiosity started edge out of his nervousness. "What kind?"

"A direwolf."

Some of the Slayers knew what that meant. So did Samuel. "A-A direwolf? But that shouldn't be possible. The direwolf has been extinct since the last Ice Age."

"Perhaps in this world, aye. And in mine, direwolves hadn't been seen beneath the Wall in two hundred years. Until Ghost and his littermates were found when they were pups."

Samuel was interested. "So, you raised them?"

"No. Only Ghost. His siblings were raised by mine." Ariana and Samantha shared a look. So their counterparts had their own direwolves? Now they had questions.

"But, if you raised him, how could you let him get that wound…?"

"Let?" Jon Snow repeated. "You don't think it hurts me to see that he lost his ear? We were in a fight for our lives. I lost sight of him and until the next day, I thought he had been killed." His hard look lessened. "Ghost isn't a pet. He is a direwolf who has known war. If I was to leave him behind before a fight, I would be a fool. And more than that, he is my friend. It saddens me that he lost an ear, but I'm still glad he's alive."

Maria felt like an ass after that little speech. Suddenly her reaction last night didn't feel so righteous. Actually, it was kinda bratty. And the looks she got from the others said the same thing. She was going to have to apologize to Jon Snow before they left, wasn't she?

"How long have you been a Watcher?" Jon asked Samuel.

"Only a few weeks. Last night was my first time out in the field." His face fell as he stared at the table. "It was an utter failure. I did nothing, could do nothing. I just…stood there. If my father could see me, he'd be ashamed."

"He was a Watcher too?"

"Yes, well-remembered before he died. And he hated that his son was a coward." Jon Snow said nothing, so he kept talking. "I was never what he wanted. Never athletic, afraid to touch a weapon, much less a stake. The first time I was supposed to stake a contained vampire, I nearly fainted and only passed because the instructor pitied me. Last night was supposed to be my chance to prove myself, but I only showed how cowardly I was." He pushed away his plate. It still had food on it. "Everyone saw it. My being a Watcher will be over when we get back."

"…Horseshit."

No one expected that reaction, lest of all Samuel. "What?"

"I said horseshit. You are no craven, Samuel," Jon Snow declared.

"Didn't you hear what I just said?"

"Aye, I did. And it's horseshit. Just because you are not what your father wanted doesn't mean that you don't have your own strengths. You prefer reading about the creatures, finding their weakness, then confronting them. That doesn't make you a craven."

He wanted to believe the words, but something in Samuel made him hold back. "How do you know that?"

Jon smiled. It was the smile given to a friend. "Because I know you. Or rather, I know Samwell Tarly." The similar name made the Watcher and Slayers pay attention. "He was much like you, a disappointment to his father, fat, believed himself to be a craven. And he was a man I would gladly have at my side again and again. His strength might've been in books, and he was fearful of many things, but he would fight because he found his bravery. The Night's Watch even gave him a nickname: Sam the Slayer, for killing the first White Walker seen since the Long Night."

His words were simple, yet also encouraging. Samuel found himself sitting a little straighter as he listened, yet he still doubted. Jon Snow finished his own meal and put his plate in the sink. "If nothing else," he said over the running water, "I know there is one thing that shows you're not craven."

"What?" asked Samuel as he looked back.

The water turned off and the plate put away. "You're still here." Again, they were simple words. But this time, they carried weight. Jon Snow looked the junior Watcher in the eyes. "You could've run away at any point during the night. You had plenty of chances. But you still followed the Slayers all the same."

He left the kitchen and nearly ran through the Slayers. They got out of his way and looked at him with new eyes. Maybe, just maybe, he wasn't as mean as they initially thought he was. He didn't say anything about them spying. He only looked at Ariana, smiled with old fondness, and chuckled before leaving.

She didn't know why he did that. But in the end, it was inconsequential. She, and the rest of the Slayers, knew that they would all have Samuel's back.

Jon spent the time after breakfast in the small library, reading. Today it was a book about history, specifically the Elizabethan Age. He found it a marvel that a woman would not only rule a kingdom, but lead it into what was called a Golden Age. "Perhaps Sansa will do the same for the North," he thought as he turned the page. "Perhaps the South will do the same with Bran."

Thinking about his siblings made his heart ache. He had thought about them plenty of times since arriving in this new world. On occasion, he had wondered if it was possible to return to Westeros. But each time he accepted the fact that he was stuck here, on Earth, before he even dared to ask the question.

Yet now, seeing the different versions of Arya and Sansa, it brought back the memories of everything. Of happier times in Winterfell, before the king came and they all broke away. Those girls weren't his sisters. Slayers they might've been, but they still had an innocence to them, one that hadn't been stripped away yet.

The door opened behind him, grabbing his attention. Lilianna Stark stood there, looking at him. His courtesies had him coming to his feet even as he was struck cold. "My lady," he said.

"Please," she said back, her hand raising only to stop halfway. "You don't need to do that."

The silence that followed weighed heavily on Jon. He had so many questions that he wanted to ask of her, but didn't know how. A statue in Winterfell's crypt was one thing, but seeing her in the flesh was something else.

It was her eyes that drew his attention. Stark grey, like his, yet they looked at everything, taking in all that was him, shining with hope and uncertainty. She looked at him much he had her last night. There would be only one reason she would do something like that.

"This world's version of me, he doesn't exist," he said. "Does he?"

Lilianna was surprised but shook her head. "No. I lost him when I was five months pregnant."

"And your nieces are cousins, not sisters." That part seemed truly surprising for him. "I gather Lord Brandon married Lady Catelyn Tully. But who did Lord Eddard marry?" he asked.

The names sounded off, but she could guess well enough at what he meant. "Brendan married Katherine Tulley, and Edward married Ashliegh Daye." That second one surprised everyone in the family. No one expected Edward to marry an American, even if her family was aware of the night dangers in Miami.

His smile was a small thing, barely noticeable. "Ashara Dayne. Of course." The words were quiet, hardly heard by her. "Do they have brothers?" he asked, a little louder.

Lilianna didn't know where he was going with these questions, but she answered all the same. "Yes. Samantha has a younger brother and Ariana has an older brother." She didn't know if it was bravery or fear that made her ask her own question. "Why do you ask?"

Jon Snow was solemn as he looked at her. "Only death can pay for life."

The words were chilling, just as the meaning behind them. It also led to her to understand something else. "In your world, your mother died?"

He nodded. "In the birthing bed. Brandon Stark had been murdered, and to fulfil his house's commitment, Eddard Stark married Catelyn Tully, his brother's betrothed. They had five children, including two daughters, Sansa and Arya."

Lilianna laughed at that last part. She couldn't help it. "I can't imagine that. They already argue enough with each other."

"Aye, that part hasn't changed."

Well, it was good to know some things didn't change across the multiverse. The thought dimmed her smile as she focused on what she wanted to know. "Your uncle took you in after you were born."

He nodded, turning solemn again. "He did. Raised me as his bastard, alongside with his trueborn children. He never told me who my mother was. I learned years later, after he had died."

Disbelief chocked her throat briefly. She couldn't believe that he hadn't been told. That wasn't what her brother would be like and she was sure the other version was the same. "Why would he do that?"

"It was for the best. And it's why I've asked nothing about who your child's father was."

Her heart stopped and took a moment to restart. She didn't know what to say to that. The father had to be the same in both worlds. Jon Snow might look a Stark, but she could see that man's features in him. So what could've been so different in the other world?

"Was there something you needed, Lady Stark?" Jon Snow asked, cursing inwardly for being so formal. But how else was he supposed to address her?

His question brought her back to the room. "Angel was able to help us figure out which demon was after us last night," she told him. "When we return, Faith and I are going to recommend that there'd be an official liaison between Angel Investigations and the Council."

"It makes sense. Allies do need to be informed of each other."

That was one reason, sure, and the official one. But it wasn't the one she was thinking about. "We're going to recommend that I, along with my nieces, be the liaisons. So, we will come by from time-to-time to check in and see what Angel Investigations is doing." Her pause was hesitation, no doubt about it. But she pressed on. "And, in the process, perhaps you wouldn't mind spending time with us. So we can all get to know each other better."

He realized the silent offer and smiled. It was Edward's smile. "Aye, I would like that."

And Lilianna was glad to hear it. "Then hopefully I will see you soon." She turned to leave, only to pause with her hand on the doorknob. "…Your mother's name, what was it?"

"Lyanna."

Lyanna. She could see the similarities. "I was going to name my baby John," she said. "I always liked that name."

"It would seem some things stay the same throughout different worlds," he remarked.

"That they do." She opened the door. "Goodbye, Jon."

"Goodbye, Lilianna."

They went their separate ways and to their own business. Yet, unbeknownst to them, they each played those farewells in their minds, replacing the names with something they wished they could say.

End

Author's note: Thank you for all the reviews you've sent me.

I've been writing or thinking of Buffy and ASOIAF stories, I just figured at one point, "Hey, why not bring them together?" And thus, I did.

With the names, I decided to go with ones that sounded similar but were completely different. I had considered doing the same with their last name but Stark sounds so basic, it could work across the multiverse (thank you, Tony Stark). Of course, other names would be changed around. It's going to be a pain when I finally get to the Targaryens.

Putting Jon and Ghost with Angel Investigations felt more plausible to me than having him join the Slayers. They might not have the power or resources the Slayers have but they are doing what they can to protect people from unnatural threats. To Jon, that would sound like the Night's Watch original purpose.

Admittedly, I only grew up with brothers, so I don't know how girls would act when trying to play keep-away, if they do at all. But I figure Slayers would be a bit boyish when it came to weapons. And if they thought someone was being a bit rude to their friends, a little monkey-in-the-middle would teach him a lesson. They should've thought better when the man in question was at least five years older, and taller, than them.

I'll see you all next chapter!