Based on this ASoIaF kink meme prompt: Jaime/girl!Jon

Both Stark girls are lost now, one missing and the other one married and on the run; but Jaime fulfills his vow in the best way he can: He saves and protects Ned Stark's remaining daughter.

Mega bonus points for R + L = J but is not a deal breaker. I just one some Jaime/girl!Jon love.

Thanks to my beta, CloudyDream, for helping me clean this up!

Jaime had been surprised when he came into the middle of a fight with the young Queen of the North and a group of bandits. He had been even more surprised when he realized she was winning. Of course, the huge direwolf that was fighting along her was probably a reason in that, and Jaime wondered what particular brand of idiot you had to be to attack the rather obvious queen.

Immediately, and without even thinking, he jumped into the fray. Joanna's eyes widened with surprise, but she didn't stop fighting. Jaime admired her skill for only a moment before some of the bandits started to swarm him, though he didn't think they recognized him.

Jaime had trained as best he could with his left hand, relearning things that before had come as naturally as breathing, but this was the first fight he had been in that was not simply practice. His body remembered how to dunk and weave around swords and knives, but he barely managed to parry the blows and hardly managed to hurt any of the bandits, let alone kill one.

But before Jaime realized it, the battle was over with Joanna killing one particularly stubborn bandit that had not decided to run away or had met the sharp side of Joanna's sword. She looked at him for a minute, and then Jaime found himself on the ground with her sword underneath his chin and Ned Stark's eyes glaring at him.

Pretty, Jaime thought. No. Beautiful.

Joanna Snow was not the golden-haired beauty of his sister was, but she looked just like Jaime remembered Lyanna Stark had; though there was a sort of ethereal shine to her that Lyanna hadn't had. It actually seemed familiar, though he couldn't quite place it.

Of course, she was no longer a Snow. With their brothers died and their sisters missing, the young King Robb had legitimized her.

Joanna Snow was now Joanna Stark, Queen of the North, and gazing at Jaime like he was lesser than a bug she had just stomped on with her boot.

Jaime liked her.

"What do you want, Kingslayer?" she asked, stressing her despise by refusing to use his name. "Your sister is not here for you to fuck. She's somewhere south. Then again, I was planning on killing you, so perhaps it's a good thing you lost your way."

Jaime really liked her attitude, though he thought she could be just a bit kinder to the man who had just saved her from the bandits. Well, saved was perhaps the wrong word. She most certainly could have saved herself, Jaime had simply ended the fight a little quicker by distracting them.

"I'm not looking for my sister, Your Grace. I'm looking for you." That just got her to make the sword draw a bit of blood as her eyes sharpened.

"Why?"

"I need to fulfill a vow." That eased the sword, as Jaime knew it would. If there is one thing a Stark understood, it was fulfilling a vow. Still, he was a little offended by her eyebrow jumping up in surprise. Lannisters did have some form of honor, it was simply was the form of honor that did not involve stupidity; which instead seemed to be the Starks' favorite kind.

"And what vow would this be?"

"I need to protect you."

Joanna looked at him suspiciously, and then her direwolf did something that surprised them both. It sniffed Jaime and then licked him. Before Jaime could say something about the indignity, Joanna's eyes widened and she said, "I believe you."

Twenty minutes later, Jaime was watching Joanna as she began to start a fire and her direwolf sitting next to him like a guard. Jaime thought this one was more terrifying than her brother's had been with its red eyes and that it had not made a single sound from the moment Jaime had seen Joanna, but the fact that it seemed to like him was enough to make Joanna trust him.

Joanna had tied his hands together, or rather his hand and his stump, but either the young queen couldn't tie a suitable knot or she had purposely tied it shoddily. It would be ridiculously easy for him to escape either way, Jaime knew.

Protecting her dead husband's bastard might not have been what Catelyn Stark meant by "protect my daughters," but Jaime couldn't figure out any other way to fulfill it. And while Queen Joanna might not need it as much as Sansa or Arya, one look at the girl could tell you she was exhausted. She was only sixteen and found herself having to prove that she was a good Queen to all of Westeros.

"How are the battles going?"

Joanna looked up at him startled and the flames she had started seemed to leap up too. It seemed she had almost forgotten that he was there. "What?"

"I said, how are the battles going? Surely you've fought a few?"

"No. I've fought no battles. It seems that King's Landing has been too busy with your father's death and your youngest son's descent to the throne to worry much about a bastard Queen in the North. Allow me to give me both my congratulations and my condolences, by the way."

Jaime found himself giving her a little smile. Joanna reminded him of someone, though he couldn't remember who. Her expression turned into one of pure confusion, and Jaime decided to change the subject.

"So is there a King, my Queen?"

The girl truly had her father's glare.

"No? I would think men would be begging you to give them a second glance!"

Did Stark give her lessons before he came to King's Landing?

"Tell me! I tell what rumors I've heard about the men that you're thinking of. Protecting your heart counts as protecting you."

Jaime didn't honestly expect her to respond, but Joanna surprised him.

"Roose Bolton is the most persistent in trying to get me to look at his disgusting son, Ramsay, though the rest of my council is trying to convince me to marry me someone in their families if not to just marry them."

Joanna almost seemed to get angry over this memory. Jaime was simply surprised that she was even talking to him.

"One or two have mentioned Euron or Victarion Greyjoy, to gain a fleet that I otherwise don't have, but the stories Theon told me about them still terrify me, no matter what Euron wrote. Of course Theon was never deserving of trust, but I still can't shake the feeling those stories gave me. Of course, looking south isn't really an option with everyone being loyal to King Tommen. Quentyn Martell could be though, I had a raven from Prince Doran."

That did not surprise Jaime. Doran Martell was a man like Tywin had been, a man who thought that all his children should be wearing crowns on their heads. Dorne had a distaste for the North ever since Lyanna Stark had run off with Prince Rhaegar and started the war that had ended with Elia and her children's deaths, but Doran must have decided that it was worth marrying his son to a Stark if it meant he would King of the North.

Jaime was surprised at Joanna's words and he could tell by the look on her face that she was surprised too as well. And though she did not ask and he knew it was not his place, he said what he felt before he could even think.

"Quentyn Martell. You gain Dorne, which is more useful than the Iron Isles, and you don't insult anyone in the North by choosing one House over another."

Joanna nodded. "That's what I was thinking. Only issue is, his younger brother is betrothed to your daughter, and I'm not sure who Dorne would choose if a choice has to be made. Besides, there's somewhere I have to go first."

Jaime raised an eyebrow. "Where?"

Joanna looked at Jaime defiantly, "The Vale. To find Sansa. I had a dream a few nights ago that she was there and that's where I'm going. Sounds silly, I know, but that's where I'm going."

Personally, Jaime thought Joanna shouldn't be riding out to the Vale simply because she had a dream her sister Sansa was there, but the glare the Queen had given him was enough for Jaime to silence those doubts. Besides, the Vale was a good a place as any to start and who knows? They might actually find the girl there. Her cousin was the Lord, sickly little thing that he was.

It would take them about a week to get to the Eyrie and Joanna had decided to take him along than send him North for her bannermen to decide who would get the honor of killing him. Jaime wondered briefly if she was bringing him along to help him fulfill his vow to Lady Stark, or simply to just use him to barter her way out a sticky situation. Both options were equally viable.

Joanna was mostly silent after she had told him about her potential husband troubles the night before and, for once, Jaime did not feel like filling the silence with sarcastic remarks.

So they began the journey to the Eyrie in silence and Jaime briefly wondered for the first time as they did about how angry Cersei must have been when she'd noticed he had gone.

He surprised himself by not caring.