Author's note:

Disclaimer: I do not own any of Game of Thrones characters and events.

I should add a spoiler warning for seasons 1-7 (all of them, by now)

So that's a fun crazy unlikely to happen story :) Hope you'll enjoy!

It all started with a loud noise of something heavy falling in my kitchen.

My cat and I were the only residence in my New York City tiny apartment.

I woke up in my bed, ready to shout some annoyed curses at the cat when I saw her next to me, eyes wide open and ears tilted to the kitchen. I thought my door was locked and chained, and the windows too.

I got out of my bed and found the best weapon possible near me-my electric Fender Telecaster wooden guitar. I looked at the cat one last time before I had the courage to sneak into my own kitchen.

It was dark. The city lights were dimmed by the curtains, the sounds of the never ending busy noise of Manhattan muffled.

I heard a groan. Someone was breathing heavily. I saw the pans that were hanged low from the ceiling were dangling, so he probably hit his head.

I grabbed my phone from the counter the moment I went one step into the kitchen, then I turned on the lights. I couldn't see him, he was laying behind the island.

"Out," I said with a shaking voice. I think that wasn't my smartest choice, the guy might have a gun. But I wanted to give him a chance. Maybe it's a teen that made some bad choices in his life. "You don't want me to call the police, do you?" I asked with a steadier voice. "And I don't want to hit you with my guitar."

I saw one gloved hand reaching to the island's counter. The glove was black and rough, maybe made out of leather. He stood himself up carefully while looking at the pans that were still dangling over his head, and then he looked at me.

He must be the weirdest dressing burglar I've ever met.

Dressed in what looked like medieval combo of a fur and velvet cloak strapped to him with leather. Under that he wore something that looked like armor with wolfs' head on it and leather pants. His head was full of dark black curls and a short-trimmed beard decorated his face.

What. The. Fuck?

"The fuck kind of a burglar are you?" I asked, confused. He was over dressed, way over dressed for the end of June. And I? Well, I was in my pajamas-polka dot black and white short-shorts and a Jim Morrison tank top.

He looked at me confused. Then he looked at the lamp. His brown eyes were wide with shock as he looked around the kitchen. Then his eyes rolled in his head and he fainted.

Great.

I don't know what kept me from calling the police. Maybe I was too curious. Maybe I was bored. Maybe. After I took a close look, I could see that under all the black, fur, leather and dirt there's a cute guy there.

I checked my windows and my door-all locked and closed. That made me even more curious.

He had a giant sword strapped to his hip. It had a white wolf's head with red eyes.

I tried to pull it as far from him as I could. The damn thing was heavy, so fricking heavy. It was a real sword, alright.

I leaned the sword against the kitchens table, a few feet away, then I took another look at the weirdo.

I'm the one to talk about weirdos. The vegan foreigner music student that works in an organic bakery and loves cats and dogs more than people. The girl with the whale tattoo. The one who won't be named or invited to college parties. The one with the wild hair who comes up with storied about her being involved with the wrong people in her youth. So many titles.

He stirred and opened his eyes, gasping.

"Where am I?" He asked in a gruff voice. He had some kind of a British accent, Northern maybe? He leaned on his elbows and looked at me. Then he saw his sword behind me, and didn't look happy about it.

"That prop is heavy," I said, pointing at the sword. "Is that the real deal? I mean, burgling in to houses dressed like that with a sword? Not very practical."

It looked like his heavy cloak is pulling him back to the blue and white ceramic floor, but he got up quite gracefully on his feet. "Where am I?" he asked again, more threatening again.

I rolled my eyes. "In my castle, aside the vast river of Harlem, at the shoulders of the great Manhattan island, the kingdom of New York." My impression of his accent was miserable, but I still found it amusing that he was listening carefully.

"Manhattan," he said. He looked again around. "Are we in Essos?"

"What?" I asked. "Why are you wearing such a warm cloak? It's summer, you know, and I really don't appreciate all that leather and wool and fur."

"Winter's coming," he said. "It's already here."

"Winter's in five months," I corrected. "Ok, weird guy. I think we need some introductions. Maybe you're on some interesting drug and that's why you act like that."

"Give me my sword first," he said.

"No!" I said. "It's heavy. And I'm not going to give a fucking weapon to a burglar."

He rubbed his eyes, clearly tired and in my mind, stoned or baked or both.

"I am no burglar," he said. "I am Jon Snow, the King in the North," Then he thought a little bit, "Or, um. Aegon Targaryen, Protector of the Realm or… too many titles." He breathed, looking sick. "Jon Snow. I'm Jon Snow."

"Alright, Jon." I said, giving him a questioning look, "I am Andie Silver, a baker, a music student, a street artist and an overall nerd. Those are a lot of titles too."

Jon blinked. "I need to sand a raven. How far are we from Winterfell? My people need me."

I blinked back at him. "Dude, Jon, calm down. Have a drink."

"There is no time for this, we are at war. Where is the head of your house?" He looked around. "What is that room? What is the use of it?"

Ignoring his weird remarks, I carefully walked around to island a got two cups out. "I don't have coffee," I apologized, "But I do have some nice and cool almond chocolate milk," I opened the fridge and took the carton out to find Jon staring at me and at the fridge.

"What is this sorcery?" He asked, baffled. "The bright light from inside that silver cabinet…" He wondered and took off one of his gloves. His hand looked like he was rooting dome plants without the gloves on. Jon touched the door of the fridge and pulled it in shock. He peered inside, stuffing his head deep between the shelves.

"Are you hungry?" I asked. "Munchies?"

He took his head in and out of the fridge, then closed the door slowly. "It is colder inside the silver cabinet." He made the obvious statement.

"It is, your grace," I said with my bad fake accent. "For keeping my food fresh for a longer time."

He opened the door again and peered inside. "There is not enough space in here for one sack of wheat of potatoes. Where are you storing your food for the winter? You must be ready when the Walkers come."

"In the nearby store?" I said, not really sure what to make of it, so I just pored some of the yummy chocolate milk into the glasses.

"Here," I said, handing him his glass, that was decorated with Stitch from the Disney movie.

He looked at the glass, took it for examination, then drank carefully. After the first sip, he emptied the glass to the bottom in a second.

I looked at him, his beard sprinkled with chocolate milk. "Where are you from, Jon Snow?" I asked, seriously. He looked too clueless. I wasn't sure if he was really under some kind of an influence or lost, or not quite right in his mind.

"Winterfell," He said. I looked at my phone, Laying on the counter near him. I reached for it.

"I should call the police-" I started to say, but he cut me off, taking my phone in his gloved hands. "No," he said, "You should not call anyone with that block of black glass and blue leather-" "You mean that cheap rubber case?" "I do not know what kind of sorcery is in that place, but if I cannot have my sword you won't have that…" "iPhone." "iPhone."

I gave him a frustrated look. There was an awkward silence when he turned the smartphone in his hands, trying to figure it out.

"It doesn't look like anything Melissandre uses, and these are not the colors of the Lord of Light…" He was thinking to himself. I got a headache.

"Jon," I said, yawning. He looked up from 'the block of lack glass and blue leather'.

"There is no magic. It's technology. We're in the twenty first century, there are barely any kings and monarchs around, most of those who's left are just symbolic. I think you took something and you're in a trip. Was it shrooms?" I asked.

He looked at me for too long, then went to the window and drew the curtains aside. He looked down into the streets and gasped again. His eves followed the car lights and measured the height of the buildings.

Then he fainted again, for a longer while this time.

I couldn't take my precious phone from him. He laid on it, so I waited, making some pancakes as the sun risen and the streets got even louder.

I heard him grunt and I knew he was up again. I had the time to move his sword to a very secure place under my bed.

The gut could be scary, but the idiot I am just whistled cheerily and flipped another pancake.

It was a Saturday, and I had every intention to enjoy it.

Then I felt him close behind me, and a cold steal pressed to my throat.

Great, just fucking flipping great.

"Give me my sword," he said. "And let me go freely out of your house and you will not get hurt."

I breathed a little. "It's not me I am worried about," I said. "You are clearly not very sane and New Yorkers are not going to help you, they're going to ignore you."

"Give me. My. Sword." He said again in a low growl.

"Alright." I said.

"And take me to Winter fell." He added.

"I'll try to google it first."

"To what?"

"Let me go so I can get the bloody sword." I said and he pulled the knife away. I removed the slightly burned pancake from the pan and into the pile of pancakes and went me bedroom, Jon Snow following close behind.

My ginger cat, Marylin, sat on my bed and looked at Jon. I ducked on the carpet and drew his sword out. Yeah, I know, take your minds out of the gutter (and take my mind out of it with you).

I lifted it. "There you go."

"Now help me find my way back to Winterfell." He commanded.

"First breakfast." I said.

'Then will you take me?"

"I need to change my clothes, brush my teeth, check the weather, feed the cat-"

"And then," he said, annoyed, "You will help."

I looked at him up and down, pushed the heavy sword at his chest plate and went to the kitchen. "I don't know you, Jon," I said. "I think you're hallucinating pretty bad and needs to go to a hospital." I took out plates and served him some pancakes. At last, he took off the damn cloak. Now he wore that weird chest-plater, light-armor padded tunic thing above dark wool and leather pants.

"No," he said. "But you trusted me so far."

"I think you are confused," I said. He looked out of the window again.

"Something must have happened, at those woods…" he mumbled to himself. "The Gods must have misunderstood me and sent me to a far lad. I've never thought those things can happen… even with the Walkers, even with the dragons, the Gods never put their hand in our bickering."

I just stared at him.

"I have to prove it to you! I have to prove that I am who I say I am, and that I am from where I say am." His eyes moved in thought. "Ghost." He said.

"Excuse me?" I asked, handing him a plate of pancakes and fruits.

"My direwolf," He explained as if it's a matter of fact, "He might've been sent with me. We have to find him! Where is the nearest forest?"

"Sit down, have breakfast!" I whined. It was too much weirdness for me and as much as I'd like to help a crazy hot guy that just put a knife to my throat, I was too damn hungry to listen.

"I must prove it. After you get yourself ready, we should go straight to the forest and look for Ghost."

I blinked at him as he sat down and started to eat hungrily. I sat in front of him and ate too.

"Central park." I said after we were done eating. "It's the closest thing we have to a forest in Manhattan."

"Alright then," he stood and adjusted his sword. "Let's go."

"No, buddy. The NYPD is not going to like that sword, or your look. My friend, that is a time for an epic make over."

"A what?"

"But first of all, get in the fricking shower."

Author's note:

Thanks for reading this far! I hope you liked it.

Love to know what you think, every comment is welcome :3