Hello Nuggies! Welcome to my first GOT/ASOIAF fic. I will be changing things with the history and biology and stuff, but that's fanfic for y'all, if you have an issue with it you don't have to read this. Otherwise, I do hope you enjoy this fic! This fic will be posted on both FFN and Ao3, but of course any spicy scenes will have to be pulled from FFN and so y'all can read that on Ao3. I will warn y'all this fic will have M!Preg and therefore Slash (male pregnancy for those that don't know what mpreg is). Now that those warnings are out of the way, please enjoy.

Pair: Jon/Oberyn (Maybe Jon/Oberyn/?)

Chapter Warning(s):

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I don't own anything pertaining to the GOT/ASOIAF franchises. They belong to their rightful owners, I write this for entertainment, not profit. I make no money from writing this.

A/N: Totally forgot to tell y'all I do have a discord! Feel free to join it. The link is however on the Archive.

Enjoy!

Jaevon and Ghost spent weeks on the road just wandering wherever their feet took them and not settling in one spot for too long. The nine year old decided to follow the river near Volantis, the largest city that lay close to the settlement he left, and go as far North as he could. He needed to get to Braavos where his Mother detailed in the letter how to get into the account they had there. He would need the money to get a ship to get back to Westeros. There was so much he needed to do, now that he had determined that he did in fact needed to change things, to make things better for all. He hoped that if he got back early then he would have more than enough time to lay the seeds for a better future. There needn't be a war, Baratheon wouldn't need to rebel against the throne. The Game of Thrones didn't need to happen.

He only had so much time and he needed to make the most of it.

Traveling on foot, while it was quick since it was just Jaevon and Ghost, also took longer than it would have if he was older. Thankfully, Ghost seemed to be growing quite quickly and could let him ride on his back when he got tired. It was invigorating to ride on Ghost's back, to go that quickly; it was like a horse, but so different. He loved to warg while on his dear friend's back and feel how Ghost's body moved, each breath was like his own, and their hearts beating in sync. It would be a shame when Jaevon grew too big to do it any longer, so for now, he would enjoy it.

The egg in his bag often felt heavy, especially so when his mind wandered to it. At night when they set up camp Jaevon often pulled the egg out and just held it in his arms like a mother would a child. It was warm to his touch like the sun on a summer's day and it felt wonderful during the cooler nights since his body wasn't as used to the cold like his Jon body had been. Even Ghost was interested in the egg. The direwolf often, once Jaevon pulled the egg out, would press his nose to the thick hide or curl up around it when Jaevon needed to leave their camp for the bathroom. He often wondered about the egg. All the eggs he had heard of or seen in his time as Jon had all been petrified and seemed more like stone than egg, but this egg he often held was full of life. It made him think even more about the differences between this life and his last one.

It made him wonder if he even went back in time or if he was in a whole new world after all.

The two managed to get as far as the Golden Fields, around five weeks of traveling on foot, before they met anyone. Travelers from Myr to Qohor they said they were, but Jaevon could see differently. They were too edgy, no horses or carts within their group, and many of the group were staring at Ghost with hungry eyes and Jaevon even saw a couple licking their lips. He also had seen those same eyes on his own body making him shiver in disgust. Feeling Ghost press against his body and seeing him silently snarl and bare his teeth from the corner of his eye told Jaevon all he needed to know.

As quickly as he could Jaevon got onto Ghost's back, just as his direwolf dashed forward, and clung onto the soft white fur. From behind them Jaevon could hear what sounded like the rumblings of horses running, but the group didn't have horses. He silently pleaded for help and for Ghost to run faster. He was at least thankful that his friend had some endurance when it came to running for a long period of time, but Jaevon didn't know if Ghost was faster than horses yet. Or if Ghost could yet handle going this fast for very long with his weight on his back. Jaevon took a chance to look behind them and saw several men and women on horseback, but they weren't chasing them. They were surrounding the men who claimed to be travelers.

When Jaevon thought they were far enough to have a headstart in case they needed to run again he had Ghost stop and turn around to watch what was going on. The men and women on horseback, darkly tanned from being out in the sun for hours and with dark hair tied up intricately in braids, began to slaughter the travelers. Jaevon watched with wide eyes as he recognized exactly who these people were.

"Dothraki," Jaevon whispered to himself and swallowed around the lump in his throat. Ghost's heaving sides had started to settle a bit when a noise caught his attention.

"We are."

The sudden accented deep voice behind them caused Jaevon to almost fall off Ghost and turned his head to the side to see a large man standing behind them. His skin, as dark as the others killing the men, and his hair while shaved to the scalp on either side of his head was twisted and braided so it fell down his back. The man had a thick dark beard that was also braided and had several metal trinkets hanging from it. The man didn't wear a shirt, exposing his tanned inked torso, but he did wear pants with leather and cloth belts hanging from his waist.

"Were you with them?" the man asked as he tilted his head gesturing to the now dead group. Jaevon shook his head as he stared at the man, his light purple eyes wide and his heart beating wildly in his chest as he tried to think of a way to get away. Jaevon didn't know if they could get away though, not with their horses. He had heard snippets of what the Dothraki do when they come across people on the road. Killing the men, raping and capturing the women, and kidnapping the kids to expand their own tribes. He didn't want to be taken. He couldn't afford to be taken.

"I am Khal Bharbo, what is your name, little one?" Bharbo asked him and Jaevon could feel Ghost jostle a bit under him making him turn to see that the group of horse riders were coming their way.

"J-Jaevon," he muttered, his dry lips and throat making him stutter a small bit. Jaevon licked his lips and Ghost moved again from feeling how uneasy Jaevon was. He silently cursed himself when he realized that he didn't even try to hide his real name in his nervousness.

"Do you not have anyone else with you?"

"No and I'm fine. I had it handled," Jaevon said with a bit of confidence to his words.

"Sure, kid," Bharbo replied with a snort as if he found what Jaevon said amusing.

"I did. I'm much stronger than I look," Jaevon said feeling a bit indignant about the dismissal. By then the group of horse riders had made it to them and was surrounding them making Jaevon curse silently to himself. He felt Ghost's fur starting to stand up and how tense his best friend was getting.

"Where are you heading then?" Bharbo asked and Jaevon was getting a bit fed up with all the questions the man was asking. He was about to give the man a sassy answer when Ghost suddenly whipped around to face the rider that had come up behind him, the horses around them not expecting the movement of the predator in front of them reared back and made a gap big enough for Ghost to dart through them. Jaevon silently cheered as Ghost ran as fast as he could away from the group of riders and was a bit surprised when they didn't give chase.

"Should we chase them down, my Khal?" One of the female riders asked after getting her horse settled. She hadn't been paying attention much and so she hadn't stopped her ever curious horse from leaning down and nipping at the wolf. She felt foolish for it when her friend had slapped the back of her head for it.

"No," Bharbo replied, "We'll follow them from afar. I've a feeling about this kid."

"A good feel or a bad one?" a different rider asked.

"A good one, Maekka. And Awisi, you're on clean up duty for the next two weeks," Bharbo said as he climbed up onto his own horse as the female rider accepted her punishment for not paying attention.

Jaevon felt like he couldn't fully settle as the two stopped for the day and set up a small camp for the next day or two. The two pushed on until they were on the far side of Dagger Lake where it branched off into the Qhoyne and Rhyone Rivers. When they leave they would have to cross the Qhoyne and follow the Rhyone until they reached Braavos as the river stretched all the way there and would be an easy marker to follow. The Dothraki were still following him, they kept their distance thankfully, but they were still following him and kept a bit too close for his liking. He could hear their hollering and their horses from where he had set camp up at.

But the Dothraki wasn't the only presence he was concerned with as he eyed the moored ships along the coast of the lake. He knew that there were pirates that liked to stay around the lake and he was going to be pushing his luck with staying as long as he was planning, but they needed rest. Ghost had torn open a paw pad that Jaevon had to wrap to keep Ghost from licking it raw and he was sure the direwolf was exhausted from the extensive running he had done. Especially since the direwolf had run with his added weight on his back. Unfortunately they couldn't rest there until it was fully healed. That would be pushing their luck too much.

"Stay here Ghost," Jaevon said as he grabbed a stick he had sharpened on one end so he could spear some fish for their dinner, "I won't be far."

He heard Ghost let out a snort, but his best friend obeyed him and stayed where he had laid down as Jaevon walked closer to the water. He shucked off his shoes and socks and rolled up his pants until they were up high on his thighs. It looked ridiculous but it was better than getting them wet and he wasn't about to undress just so he could get dinner. Jaevon walked slowly into the water to try and not disturb it too much and scare the fish away. He wasn't sure what type of fish was in the lake, but he hoped that they were good enough for dinner. He was about half calf deep when he had the brilliant idea to throw some food into the water just to make sure there weren't any man eating fish in the depths and to his shock a quite large fish popped up to swallow what he had thrown in. He hadn't seen a fish that large before, but at least it bode well for the other fish.

Jaevon walked a little further in before standing still to let the fish come to him. He must have stood there for roughly ten minutes before the first fish came by. Dark brown and gray scaled and plump. It would be well enough for him at least. He took one breath, then two, letting the fish wander closer before he brought the spear down a bit below the imagery of the fish on the surface and managed to spear it. Jaevon quickly slung the fish towards the coast so it would land on the rocks and made sure it didn't land in the water again before falling still once more so he could catch another one. It took a little longer to catch the next one since the fish had swam off from the commotion of Jaevon spearing the first one, but he got a fish for Ghost. It didn't take long for him to dress the fish up and get them roasting over the small fire he had made.

Jaevon yawned as he jostled the burning twigs and added more to keep the fire going. The fish had started wafting their cooking smell and their skins bubbled and crackled as the flames roasted them. He ran a hand through Ghost's fur and his ever loyal friend gave him a slight tail wag in appreciation. It didn't take long for the fish to be cooked through but it did take a little bit of time to get the bones out of Ghost's fish. He wasn't sure if fish bones were good for Direwolves, but he did recall an instance of Rickon choking on a fishbone when he was younger and didn't want that to happen to Ghost.

After their meal, full and warm, Jaevon let the fire die down enough that it would help keep him warm, but not catch anything else of fire if left unattended. The small boy grabbed his bag to use it as a pillow as he pulled his cloak a little tighter to keep the slight chill away. He smiled and thanked Ghost as the Direwolf laid down behind him to keep his back warm and to watch it. Jaevon watched the embers swirling along the pieces of wood he had been burning. Lighter and darker reds and oranges dancing through the cracks of the wood as it burned leaving darkened ash in its wake. Their dance was mesmerizing. Drawing him in like they wanted him to dance with them.

Jaevon had kept his eyes off the smoldering embers so long he didn't realize when he fell asleep.

The next couple of days saw Jaevon taking bits of wood from the old moored boats around him and making a makeshift raft that could hold himself and Ghost. Jaevon had tried, the second day they were there, to swim across the Qhoyne River and while it was cold, he wasn't even able to make it halfway before he had Ghost come and help him to shore. Ghost would have been able to make it by himself at the cost of being too worn out to continue, but he didn't want to chance Ghost also having to drag him along and end up not being able to make it. So he set out to build a small raft to carry them across.

Jaevon did find a piece that was large enough for both him and Ghost, but there were holes he needed to fill since it sank pretty quickly once in the water and with any weight on it. He took smaller pieces of wood and wittled them with his knife to fit, but his only issue was what to use to seal them. He had a few candles so he could use wax, but he didn't know if he had enough to seal it all completely. He did try a few other things. Baking mud into the holes using fire to dry it up was a bust and using sap from trees just left a huge mess. He tried tying the wood together with the long reeds and grass at the water's edge, but the holes were still a problem. He tried stuffing them with extra fabric he could dry out easily enough, but once he tested the raft in the water with himself and Ghost on it, it sank.

Each night he went to bed disappointed in his failures.

The fourth morning after arriving at the river was met with Jaevon waking up to a visitor at their little camp. Khal Bharbo, the Dothraki from before, was sitting not far from the fire whittling a piece of wood into what looked like a toy. Jaevon slowly sat up keeping his eyes on the man while Ghost curled up closer to Jaevon. He didn't feel any tension in Ghost's body making him feel slightly less tense, but nonetheless he stayed alert. The man didn't say anything, just kept wittling as Jaevon stared at him. It wasn't until the man was almost done with the toy that he spoke up.

"Is this your final destination, boy? It's a very dangerous place to be," Bharbo said as he put his knife away in his boot and the almost done toy in a leather pouch on his waist.

"I'm fine," Jaevon said as he eyed the boot for a moment before letting his eyes wander to Bharbo's hands before finally letting his gaze rest on the man's face. He was still wary about the fact the group of Dothraki were following him and he hoped that it didn't mean that they were just waiting to capture him.

"Why have you been following me?" the question burst out of him unprompted and surprising himself. The sudden question seemed to have caught Bharbo off guard, but it was met with laughter just a moment later. Jaevon sent the man a glare, but it was only met with an amused look.

"You are a child running around the countryside with a wolf at your side," Bharbo replied, "Any self-respecting adult with common sense would stick around to make sure that child is safe."

"How am I supposed to know if you aren't just going to kidnap me? I've heard the stories," Jaevon said and the distrust was a given. He had too much riding on him getting to Braavos and getting stopped on the way was not something he wanted. He heard Bharbo chuckle and saw him shake his head before the man spoke.

"It will do you well to keep that guard up, little fighter," Bharbo spoke, "I can make you a promise on the Great Stallion that me or mine will not kidnap you or hurt you. I merely wish to help you where you need to go."

"You would just swear to help me to wherever I am going before even knowing where it is I go?" Jaevon asked a bit incredulously. For a moment he thought this man was unwell in his head, but the emotions playing out on Bharbo's face spoke volumes to Jaevon. The strong tone in the Dothraki Khal's voice only solidified his conviction.

"I would."

Jaevon stared at the larger man trying to determine if he should take the promise. He had heard stories of how devoted the Dothraki were to their Great Stallion, their God, and so it was quite serious for a Dothraki, let alone a Khal, to swear upon their Great Stallion. It sounded tempting. Very much so. From beside him Ghost let out a noiseless sigh and pressed his cold nose against Jaevon's ankle. With nothing coming from Ghost, who is his usual judge for another person's character, his resolve to not accept dwindled.

"Then swear it," Jaevon spoke gently but strongly. If anything else he would indeed be safer traveling with a group of people than by himself, even if it was a bit slower. Perhaps they could get him across the river, but he was just unsure if they would travel to Braavos. He would take any help at least.

"This I vow upon The Great Stallion: I, Bharbo, Dothraki Khal, do swear that I and mine will not harm, or kidnap, Jaevon as we travel to his destination. I and my khalasars will only help Jaevon on his journey to his destination."

"Thank you," Jaevon said after a moment of silence hung between them to let the words really sink in.

"It is no problem, little fighter," Bharbo replied with a ghost of a smile on his lips, "How about we head to our camp for warmth and food while you tell me your tale and where it is you are going?"

By the end of the night Jaevon was deep asleep in Bharbo's tent with a belly full of warm food and bread and with Ghost at his side.

Bharbo did indeed have a solution on how to cross the water. Their horses were very good swimmers and they didn't mind their carts getting wet. Jaevon watched in wonder as the khalasar packed up and what they didn't want to get wet were stashed in thick leather bags. When he asked Bharbo how such bags keep things dry the man explained that it was because of the type of animal hide they used. The tougher the hide the better the water resistance. He watched as the cart was piled with small children and expectant mothers and declined the offer to sit in the cart.

He knew what sitting in the cart meant and he wasn't a young child. Mentally that is. Instead he climbed up onto Bharbo's horse with a little help while ordering Ghost, who was still nursing his paw, to get in the cart. With a bit of silent huffing the still growing Direwolf hopped up in the cart and curled up in a ball all the while ignoring the stares that he was given. Jaevon knew Ghost wouldn't do anything, even with little curious fingers poking him or digging into his fur.

"Ready?" Jaevon heard Bharbo ask him and felt the rumble from the larger man seep into his smaller body.

"Ready." Jaevon replied with a firm nod. He had been ready for a while to get across the river and onto Braavos. He heard Bharbo bark something in Dothraki and the entire khalasar started to move towards the river. Once at the water the first half of the khalasar went across, himself and Bharbo included, before waiting on the other side of the river for the rest. Jaevon watched as four khalasar thread thick sticks under the cart through the wheels and held onto it tightly as they carried the heavy load further into the water. He wondered why they did that, but it made sense just moments later when the cart didn't sink into the water leaving the occupants of the cart completely dry.

Jaevon hoped that it didn't hurt the horses too much with them carrying the men and the weight of the cart and decided to gently warg with one as to not startle it. His worry seemed unfounded as the prideful horse he had warged with for a moment seemed all too ecstatic that he and his rider were chosen for this important task. It only took a few minutes longer for the second group to make it across, but soon enough everyone was safely across the water.

"Next hurdle, the mountain," Jaevon murmured to himself as the khalasar started to move once more towards the mountain that loomed in the distance with Braavos, and his way back home, just behind it.