1 chapter 1 : The Bastard

In a place outside of reality and any concept, three entities were sitting on a large sofa in front of a huge screen.

 Reality : The experience with The walking dead was cool enough for a test drive. 

Death : Bastard, I wanted to continue! Calvin was an interesting protagonist

 Eternity: I agree .

 Reality: It was a trial !! Maybe we'll continue later then. Anyone have any other idea ? 

 Eternity: I want a world of magic and swords for a change. 

 Death: Phew

 Reality: It was on the agenda, I was planning to take on the case of Jon Snow in the Game of Thrones saga.

 Death: Great!! But why him, AGAIN? 

 Eternity + Reality: ARE YOU SERIOUSLY ASKING THAT?!

Reality : Normally, we would have to deal with the case of secondary characters, but Jon has become worse than a secondary character, as Lord Commander he wasn't respected, as King of the North he was worthless and as a hero he was so dumb that he ended up not being the hero anymore . All this tension between him and the Night King, the main threat of this world, all ended with Arya teleporting into the air to attack and kill him, just like that. We're talking about the Night King... 

Eternity : He was able to see and touch an astral projection of Bran but he was unable to feel Arya approaching. I hate this kid, she belongs in a Shonen manga and not in this show . We haven't seen any real training she underwent in Braavos to have such combat abilities or her ability to change her face. 

Reality: She was stabbed several times in the stomach by the Waif but she survived like that, BY MIRACLE. She ran all over Braavos without losing blood and apparently recovered within a day. 

 Death: Well, I understand...a better Jon Snow.

 Eternity: A better Jon Snow.

 Reality: A fucking better Jon Snow.

 Death: What will the cheat be this time?!

 Reality: (Sighs) Nanites.

 Death: Nanites?

 Eternity: Nano Machines , that's going to be interesting. When will it start?

 Reality: A little before the start of the series, I'm tired of watching them grow up etc., we go straight to the point.

 Death: MAGNIFICENT! Let's get started, as long as he doesn't end up like the vegetable he became on the show.

 Eternity: All right, the story begins.

 "Yes but keep quiet from now on, I don't want to hear from you anymore..." Reality said turning on the screen in front of them as food and drink started to appear again on the table in front of them .

 [Alternative Reality]

 Westeros, 298 after the conquest, Winterfell. Near the Stark castle, it was dead of night when the young Jon Snow, then 14 years old, was sleeping peacefully in his bed while a misty and dark mass composed of hundreds of billions of nano robots was slowly moving towards him before penetrating his body through his Airways. 

 Immediately after absorbing the nanites, Jon's breathing stopped before he began coughing in his sleep for the next 30 seconds until he began convulsing and later falling into a high fever.

 The next day, Jon didn't make an appearance and this alerted his half-brothers as well as Lord Stark who were able to open his room and discover him in this state of advanced fever which further alerted Ned.

He brought in Maester Luwin to examine Jon in front of his worried brothers and Catelyn who was looking at him without any emotion.

 Mr. Luwin: My lord, your son-(interrupted)

 Cat: Maester Luwin, Jon is his bastard, not his son.

 Ned: ENOUGH CAT!! LEGITIMATE OR NOT, JON IS MY SON AND HE'S SICK. (to maester) Continue Maester Luwin.

 Mr. Luwin: Jon has a very high fever but he has no infected wounds on him, nor does he appear to have drunk anything and he is in a state of unconsciousness which does not allow him to communicate or do anything. I've never seen anything like it but I suggest keeping him for observation.

 Ned: Do your best Maester, Jon is my son.

 Mr. Luwin: I'll do my best as usual lord.

 "Robb, Jon is sick. It's serious ?" Arya asked Robb worriedly.

 Robb: I don't really know but I'm sure he'll recover very quickly

 Bran: I'll go and pray for him in the sacred grove...

 Robb: That's good Bran, Jon prays there all the time too. 

 "Pray that he doesn't die or rather don't pray, if the bastard of your father's lord dies then the shame of Lord Stark will disappear." Theon said turning to Robb.

 Robb: Theon, Jon is my brother and the next time I hear you talk like that about him then you will owe my father an explanation.

 Theon: Please forgive me...

 Sansa:…

 …

 Two days passed and Jon showed no signs of improvement, we managed to feed him and clean him but there was nothing else that could be done.

 The others sometimes came to visit him, especially Robb, Arya and Ned who either came to talk to him or pray for him.

 A month passed, Jon was still in this state and Lord Stark became desperate just like the others.

 One evening, Catelyn proposed to her husband that they end Jon's life out of mercy and this time, it was the very first time that Ned thought of raising a hand against his wife.

 Still, if her husband wouldn't listen to her then she was going to have to do things on her own.

 One night, Catelyn came with poison in a small cup, the deadly brew was gentle to cause a painless death and it was difficult to detect.

 As she brought the cup of poison closer to Jon's lips, Robb, Theon and Sansa entered the room to see her leaning with a cup towards their Jon's face.

 Robb: Mother?! But…what are you doing?

 Catelyn: Robb? Sansa? I...I wanted to free Jon from the fate of being crippled for life and you from the worry of being ousted by him.

 "Wait…that's…that's poison !?" Robb asked with shock in his eyes.

 Sansa: Mother ?! 

 Catelyn: What I do, I do it for you...even out of pity for him too...

 Robb: YOU ARE SULLYING FATHER'S HONOR, STOP-(interrupted)

 Catelyn: Your father's bastard is considered more of a true Stark by the others than you. In taverns and brothels, people talk about Young Jon Snow, wondering why he certainly wasn't legitimate because they say he looks more like a boy from the North than you do.

 Theon: I myself have already heard this kind of discussion from afar, women talk a lot in brothels.

 Catelyn: Robb, you are the legitimate son of Lord Eddard Stark and his heir. Later, you'll be made governor of the North but one day the bastard Snow will come and cut your throat with the support of traitors to usurp your position.

 Robb: Mother, you're talking about Jon... I know him and he would never do that !!

 Catelyn: Do you know his thoughts? Do you know what he plans to do to Arya, Sansa, Bran or Rickon before coming after you later? Bastards are frustrated people who through blood like to get what they feel should be theirs.

 Theon: Snow is paralyzed and certainly for life, Lady Stark is doing him a favor despite the bad thoughts he certainly has towards you. Do you consider Jon a brother? So be honorable and don't let him live like a cripple...

 Catelyn: Think of your sisters Robb...Jon is dangerous and you won't always be children.

 Sansa: Robb...mother may be...right. He might hurt us...

 "I won't let that happen Sansa..." Robb said stepping forward, he looked at Theon who nodded at him then he looked at his mother from whom he took the cup of poison before continuing towards Jon lying in bed.

 "I beg your forgiveness my brother, let me free you from this evil which paralyzes you as well as from your dark thoughts which you certainly fight for us but I must think of the safety of Sansa and the others. I won't be a coward and make you leave myself because you are like my brother. Forgive me, Snow...I won't let you live in this paralysis" Rob said pouring the drink into Jon's mouth as a tear fell from his eye but also from Jon's eye which unbeknownst to them could hearing everything for weeks.

 Robb saw that tear and knew Jon was somehow conscious so he collapsed crying as Theon and his mother helped him up and they left from there.

 Later, Maester Luwin came to inquire about Jon's condition but when he noticed that the child's heart was no longer beating and that no vitality was left in him, he went directly to alert Ned who was in the sacred wood.

 However, when Lord Stark returned with the maester in the room where the dead child was, they saw Jon standing by the window looking out.

 The nanites had completed the installation in his body, the various improvements and the elimination of the effects of the poison without much trouble.

 Mr. Luwin: SEVEN HELLS !!

 "Jon..." Ned called to Jon as he slowly approached and when Jon turned around, Ned and the maester were greatly surprised by his eyes which were once dark brown were now an icy blue and Jon's gaze caused a certain fascination.

 Jon walked slowly towards them and the two men looked at him with great astonishment and even a little fear knowing some of the legends.

 Ned: Jon, is that you, son?

 Mr. Luwin: His eyes are those described and attributed to the White Walkers.

 Jon: I'm not a White Walker Maester Luwin. I am Jon Snow, the bastard ...

 Ned rushed to take him in his arms while Jon remained there under the maester's somewhat worried gaze.

 When the others were informed of Jon's awakening, they were in for a shock that was far from small except for Arya and Bran who were quite happy to see him again.

 They talked and when Jon told them that he was aware of everything that was being said and done around him, Catelyn, Theon, Robb and Sansa became frightened but Jon's next words shocked them all.

 Jon: In exactly three weeks, I'm going to the wall and don the black suit to be part of the night's guard. That way, you'll be reassured…

 Ned: Jon…?!!

 Others :…

 Jon: Lord Stark, I have no intention of staying here any longer. Even a bastard, I remain human but you are aware of the attitude and certainly of your wife's treatment towards me. I will not stay here and I will no longer be a stain on your honor. Thank you for everything you have done for me my lord...