J•O•N•E•R•Y•S

Part I: The One Where They Learn What Happened In Sunspear

"It's just... Well, I just received some, rather interesting... news and figured you ought to be the first to know," she continued stuttering nervously.

"Well, what is it? Have Rhae and Egg decided not to get married after all," Jon joked as he leaned against the door frame. "I mean, if that's the case, there are going to be a lot of pissed off people considering they have traveled from all over Westeros and Essos to be here... and their wedding is tomorrow."

Normally, Dany would joke along with him, but now was not the time. She had come to her nephew's apartment unannounced with a purpose, and it was best that she just do what she came to do. "Jon, uhh... I think we need to talk."

Jon gave her a quizzical look as he nodded, opening the door wide and gestured for her to take a seat on his black leather couch. The smell of ham, pineapple and onion pizza assaulting her nose as she walked into the small living room.

Her heart was racing as she plopped down in the middle of the couch keeping her purse clutched beside her, and pushing the half eaten pizza that was sitting on the coffee table as far away as possible. Ghost sat on the floor in front of her, resting his head on her lap and demanding more pats.

"Come on you big oaf! Get off Dany!" Jon exclaimed as the large dog attempted to climb into her lap. "You're a hundred and fifty pounds, not a lap dog!"

Dany could not help but laugh as Jon struggled to get the dog off her. While Jon led Ghost to his bedroom, Dany put his half eaten pizza in the refrigerator, hoping to get rid of the smell.

I fucking detest ham and pineapple pizza, she thought, grabbing a bottle of water before making her way back to the living room and sitting down on the sofa.

"Sorry about him," Jon stated once he returned to the living room, now wearing a white t-shirt, after confining the dog.

"He just gets excited when company comes over, especially you," Jon proclaimed, booping her nose with his finger as he sat down next to her.

"No, he's fine Jon... and you really didn't have to put him away."

"Alright, I know that something is bugging you and if Ghost had stayed in your lap, he would have never allowed you to get it out. I know it wasn't my ham and pineapple pizza that you so rudely put away."

"It wasn't bugging me until I smelled it! I fucking hate ham and pineapple pizza and you know that! And this one even had barbecue sauce and onions! I don't know how you stomach that shit! It should be outlawed!"

"Okay, I know you did not come over to tell me how much you despise my taste in pizza... by the way, Hawaiian Barbecue pizza is far superior to that spinach, mushroom and feta shit that you love," he said with his smile still plastered on his face. "So, what brings you to my humble abode on this lovely day?"

"I... I..." she stuttered, running a hand through her long silver tressels, her stomach was in knots as she searched for the right words; none of the scenarios she rehearsed on the way to his place seemed appropriate now that he sat next to her. "Fuck!"

"I haven't seen you this wound up since that Jorah creep kissed you." Suddenly his smile fell and his forehead creased with worry. "Wait... Is that Daario arsehole calling you again! If he is..."

"No Jon! This has nothing to do with Jorah or Daario or any other arseholes!" she snapped, placing her hand on his muscular forearm as she interrupted him.

Gods, does he not realize how important this is! Of course he doesn't because you haven't told him!

"Well, then tell me, what has your panties in a wad?" Jon questioned, his tone was light, but she could see the concern in his stormy grey eyes as he stared at her intently; she felt as though he was looking into the depths of her soul.