A/U, based off a prompt given to me on tumblr. Daenerys was born merely days before the rebellion and when she is about to be killed by the Kingslayer's hand Catelyn Stark cuts in and takes the child to be her ward. As she grew up in Winterfell, she formed a strong bond with Ned's bastard son Jon that could mean more than just friendship.

A Little Touch of Heavenly Light

She knows she should be inside learning needle point with Sansa and Arya because after all that's what ladies do but she doesn't. She hasn't even picked up her needle point in more than two months and she just figures that Lady Catelyn had given up on forcing her lessons. But there she sat, on a barrel in the freezing cold weather of Winterfell with Rickon on her lap, watching the second to the youngest Stark brother practicing his archery skill. Her eyes followed the bastard Stark brother, Jon, walk around the younger boy and place his hands on his shoulders.

"Go on, father is watching." He paused to let Brandon look up. "And your mother."

Her eyes went up to the Lord and Lady Stark who nodded at their son with smiles on their faces. Bran then turned to look at her and she gave him a friendly smile. The boy once again put the arrow in place pulled back and it flew past the target and into some bushes. The Stark boys laughed along with their friends and poor Bran kicked the dirt and growled in frustration. She rolled her violet eyes at the older boys foolishness as Lord Stark spoke out "And which one of you was a marksmen at ten?"

The boys instantly stopped laughing and Lord Stark kept talking. "Keep practicing Bran"

The encouragement was enough for the Stark boy to try again. "Don't think too much Bran" Jon instructed.

"Relax your bow arm." The oldest brother Robb advised and right before Bran let the arrow go, another arrow hit the bulls eyes. The group of young adults all turned their heads to see Arya Stark with a bow in hand smile and then curtsy. Both Robb and Jon began to laugh as Bran threw his bow down and chased after his sister. Rickon jumped from her lap and chased after his siblings, trying to get into the fun.

Daenerys Stormborn Targaryen smiled at the siblings and their antics and jumped off the barrel to help the boys put the bows and targets away. "You know you shouldn't tease him Jon." She explained as he picked up the extra arrows, pushing some of her silver hair from her face. "Do you remember when you were ten and I was eight?"

Jon Snow gave her a confused glance as Robb Stark started laughing. "I remember." Robb said and Jon shrugged.

"I beat you in a sparring match in a matter of five minutes, knocked the wooden sword clear from your hands." Daenerys smiled as the look of embarrassment fell upon Jon's face. "You were so mad at me because it was in front of Lord Stark."

Robb pushed the barrel of bows back into the shed. "Yes and you demanded a rematch because it was unfair, she distracted you." He nudged Jon. "Or so you claimed."

Jon rubbed the back of his neck and gave a smile. "I do remember I never got that rematch." He said, looking the seventeen year old in the eye, making her pale face turn pink. "I could take you now Dany."

The last Targaryen gave him a smirk and raised one of her dark eyebrows. "You would still lose." She taunted as she shrugged off her fur shrug. "But name the time and place and I will give you your rematch."

Jon was about to open his mouth to retort but was interrupted by Lady Catelyn who was walking over to them. "Boys, your father wants you to ready the horses." She paused. "There was a deserter." Lady Stark looked over at Brandon. "You are to go to, it is your father's request."

Robb and Jon both nodded and Bran went and followed his brothers. Lady Stark sighs as she watches her two sons and Jon walk over to the stables. Daenerys came over to her side, with Rickon hanging off her legs. "He is a good man you know."

Catelyn looked over at her ward and then shook her head. "That may be but he is no son of mine, he is just a constant reminder that there is someone out there other than me that my husband was intimate with."

"Still" Daenerys said as she looked down at her feet. "You should at least try to give him a chance, all of you children admire him."

"They don't understand that he is a bastard." Catelyn spit and Daenerys' face fell. That caught the older woman's eye and she sighed. "Dany, I understand why you feel that way but in a way you are part of this family. True yes, that Targaryen blood runs through your veins but when the day the rebel's got to the castle and Jaime was going to kill you I had to do something. You were just an innocent baby with no part in your father's sins. So I made Ned swear to take you in as a Ward and we promised that the madness wouldn't take control of you." She smiled as she took her warm hand. "I see you as one of my daughters, Sansa and Arya's big sister."

"C'mon Dany I wanna play!" Whines Rickon as he tugs on her skirt. Daenerys smiles as she lifts the boy into the air.

"But Ned's blood still runs in Jon's veins, he is of Stark lineage." She looked at Rickon who was playing with the pendant around her neck. "In a way, he is still you son and even though he is nineteen you can still mother him."

Catelyn let out a shuddered breath as Daenerys walked away, the girl was wise beyond her years and had something that was rare in Targaryen: A good heart. And she hoped that that would be enough to keep the madness at bay.

~X~

A beheading was a rare yet serious occasion for the Stark men and Jon noticed the light in Brans eyes before the occasion and the absence of it afterward. He went over to his half-brother and clamped his should. "You did well." Then walked over to his horse. The out of the corner of his eye he saw his father, their father, go over and give Bran the speech that he gave all of the boys. Jon gave his horse a swift kick and got to his place in the formation. After a while, Ned and Bran where ready and they began their trek back to Stark Manor.

Half way back home, one of the men in the front line took notice of a dead stag. They all got off their horses to study what in fact killed the animal. "Could have been a lion." Theon suggested and Jon shook his head no.

"They are no lions in these parts." Jon explains and follows Ned down to the river banks where they found a dead mother direwolf and her alive pups. Ned pulled the antler from the stag out of the mother's head and threw it into the water.

"It's a freak!" Theon exclaimed and Ned turned to him, some anger on his face.

"It's a direwolf and its far away from the wall." Ned explains as Jon picks up a pup and hands it to Bran. "Kill the pups," He commands and Theon rips the pup from Bran's arms as Bran protests.

"Lord Stark" Jon speaks up. "There are five pups, enough for each Stark child."

Ned looks at the pups and then to his sons. "Fine, you will train them, feed them, and bury them when they die."

A look of annoyance fell over Theon's face as he gave the pup back to Bran. Jon gathered up the pups and handed them to Rob and Theon. "What about you?" Bran asked as his pup snuggled against the fur of his coat.

"I am not a Stark." Jon told him and the young Stark sighed as he walked over to his horse. Jon was doing the same when he heard a small cry coming from the water banks.

"What is it?" Robb asked and Jon bent down to pick up a direwolf pup with snow white fur and red eyes.

Theon laughed. "He is the runt of the litter, you two were made for each other."

Jon held the pup up to his face and grimaced when he gave him a friendly lick. Maybe he could get used to this pup.

~X~

A gentle knock on his door disturbs him from his thoughts and only a second later Daenerys walks in, shutting the door gently behind her.

"You know I don't even know why you knock." Jon says as he pets the sleeping direwolf pup. "You just walk right in anyway."

Dany shrugged as she took a seat on the bed across from him, tucking her legs under her. She watches the direwolf pup stir from his sleep, opening his red eyes up as his tail started waging. Jon gave a sad sigh as the pup launched himself over to Dany, attacking her face with puppy kisses. She giggled as she took a hold of the pup, snuggling him closely. "I just got him to sleep." Jon whines and Dany flashed him a smile. "Now you got him all wound up again."

"Well he is a puppy he is going to be active." Dany scolds and he swears that the pup his sticking his tongue out at him to tease him. "Did you give him a name yet?" she asks as she pets the white fur.

"I was thinking Ghost, cause of his white fur." Jon mumbled as he watched the pup nuzzle into Dany, he could strangely feel himself getting jealous of the beast.

"Well," Dany began as the pup looked up. "I think he likes it." His attention turned to the pup. "What do you think Ghost?"

The direwolf puppy gave a small yap and Dany gave him a smile. "You are too cute!"

Jon grunted and rolled his eyes, his attention going back to cleaning off his blade. "Don't spoil my dog please." He told her and this time it was her scoffing. "He needs to be able to take care of himself."

"You are always brooding Jon, it's annoying." She blurts and he looks up at her with a questioning eyebrow. "I'm just being honest with you is all."

He shakes his head. "You know we can't be doing this anymore, you sneaking into my room…are you trying to get me killed?" He explained. "We are not children anymore."

"I am aware of that Jon." Dany said with narrowed eyes. "But I don't care what other's think…you are the only decent man in Winterfell and the only person that I get along with that is my age. I love Arya and Rickon but I also love talking to you." She smiled as Ghost settled in her lap. "We are the same, you and I."

Jon gave her a questioning look. "In what way?"

She shrugged. "We both are destined for bigger things then living in Winterfell."

"What exactly do you think we are destined for?" Jon asked.

Dany was about to open her mouth to explain but the door of his room flew open and Theon came strolling in. Jon grumbled and rolled his eyes as Lord Stark's ward walked in like he owned the place. Theon stopped in his tracks when he saw Daenerys sitting on the bed with him. "Well what do we have here?"

"Go away Theon." Jon ordered but the ward just stuck his nose up in the air.

"Ha I knew that you two where fucking!" He exclaimed with a laugh. "You're a dog Jon Snow."

Jon could actually see the fury within Daenerys rise and he wrapped his large hand around her forearm to stop her doing anything stupid. "Theon we were just talking and that is no way to speak in front of a lady." Jon stated as Theon smirked, looking Dany up and down as if she was a common whore. "And look at her like that again and I will rip that smile off your face." Dany smiled at his actions and Jon smiled back at her. "Now is there a reason that you are here?"

Theon sighed and crossed his arms across his chest. "Lady Stark told me to tell you two that she got a raven from Kings Landing, the King and his court are on their way to Winterfell as we speak and they will be staying here. The three of us are invited to their feast but we are not to sit with them and that it would be best if Daenerys stay silent through his visit. She doesn't want any sort of problems arising."

"Ok, is that all?" Jon asked and Theon nodded. "Then leave, and shut the door on your way out."

Theon's eye brows rose. "Alright then, I will leave you two to your 'talk', just don't do anything stupid. Lord Stark will cut your balls off if he finds out that his bastard fathered his own bastard."

"Out Theon!" Jon bellowed as he pointed the door. The ward laughed as he shut the door behind him and Jon gave an embarrassed look to Dany. "I am sorry, Theon has gotten worse over the years hasn't he?"

Dany gave him a nod. "The king is coming again." It was more of a statement then a question. "So I guess I'll have to live in fear for two weeks, lovely just lovely."

"Aw C'mon Dany, he won't lay a hand on you because I will be by your side the whole time." He straighten himself up, putting his chin in the air. "You're big brave Jon bear and his pup Ghost."

She scoffed. "Really Jon?" Ghost was now out of her lap and snuggled onto the pillows.

"Hey that's why you love me right?" He asked with a huge smile as she got off the bed.

"No, that is why I tolerate you." She pointed her finger at him. "I am going to bed now because if I know Lady Stark she is going to want to start preparing first thing in the morning."

Jon laid back in his bed chuckling.

"Don't you laugh there Snow, she will put you to work to." The laughing stopped and she smirked. "Goodnight Jon Bear…and his pup Ghost." With that, she was out of the room and Jon turned on his bed, looking right into the red eyes of his direwolf. That beast was still teasing him.

"It's not like that Ghost, so don't you judge me either." The pup gave him a lazy stare before shutting its own eyes, Jon following soon after. That night he dreamt of a battle field, dragons flying high above him and a girl, his Dany, with her long silver locks and lilac eyes wrapped in his embrace, her soft lips on his moving and caressing his own and the blood stained silver sword that was in her hand falling to the earth below them.

Jon woke up in a cold sweat after the dream faded and did not fall back asleep that night for his mind kept wandering to the woman in the next room over. His Dany.

TBC

A/N- This was a prompt that was given to be by an anon on my Tumblr. I have never written a Dany/Jon fic but I really do want them to be end game in A song of Fire and Ice series and the TV show, hell even their actors want them to meet. So I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, I will be following the TV show in ages for this and for number of chapters so ten episodes per season so ten chapters per fic.