Ser Jaime Didn't Die Protecting His Queen

In which Jaime didn't die and Tyrion does what he should have done

Tyrion bent down next to his sister and brother, the sister that had humiliated him all his life, the very same who had tried to kill him, and yet seeing her dead hurt him in an unexplainable way, and Jaime, he should have known this was the only possible outcome, he should have been glad that he had even had the chance to say one last goodbye to his dear brother.

He cried, he let himself grief because he knew that as soon as he let it all out, he'd go back to Daenerys and end everything, including his life. He wasn't sure of how much time had passed but he stood up and out of instinct touched his brother's face, his fingers wet from his own tears cleaned a small part of his dusty cheek. Tyrion took a long breath and began making his way outside to face reality.

Just as he was about to leave, he thought he heard something move, perhaps some rats, then again, could it be? Tyrion ran back to the pile of stone that covered his siblings ignoring common sense and to his surprise, Jaime's golden hand was in a different position.

"Brother!" he exclaimed as he pushed away all the stones he was able to, slowly Jaime began moving again, and when his eyes began to flutter Tyrion pulled him up, as difficult as it was and with a strength, he didn't know he had inside him he was able to free him, Jaime was barely alive, he wouldn't ask questions, he would just thank any god or gods that had allowed this to happen, just then he noticed the wounds around his torso

"Hang on," Tyrion told him "you are not dying on me like this, I will get help, don't die, don't you dare die Jaime Lannister, or I'll kill you myself"

Tyrion didn't remember having run as fast as he had that day, the city was destroyed, who would he even ask for help? Who could he trust? Just as he ran aimlessly, he saw Ser Davos helping a man with a bandage. If he could trust him, he didn't know, but he'd do anything for Jaime. Without much explanation but begging he convinced Davos to follow him down if he had asked Tyrion what were they doing he had not heard, crawling inside the fallen building the two made their way to Jaime, his eyes were closed but he was still breathing weakly.

"What is he doing here?" Davos asked, his voice troubled and mostly confused

"Ser Davos" he began "I know I can't ask you to help me with treason but help me save my brother"

Tyrion had already begun to remove his brother's clothing so he could adequately bandage him and the bloody golden hand, Davos had not moved an inch, but Tyrion had begun covering his wounds, he'd turn him himself if he'd have to, Davos finally helped secure the bandage and do some final touches.

"I'll get you out of here," Tyrion told his brother and he held his head in his arms "you'll die of old age surrounded by an army of children and grandchildren"

"I can't assure you he'll make it" Davos finally spoke

"He can do it, I know he can, we only need one chance of survival"

Davos let out his breath and shut his eyes for a moment before pulling out of his cloak what seemed to be more cloth

"We'll cover his face then, no one will ask questions because of the dragon fire, we'll take him to the other survivors that are being attended, that's all I can offer you"

Tyrion felt a wave of gratitude and watched him cover his brother's face with the cloth "Thank you Ser Davos, I owe you more than I'll be ever to repay"

Davos shook his head "Don't even try, I was never here" the onion knight stood up and pulled Jaime to his back

As they were out in the streets Tyrion saw Unsullied men killing Lannister survivors, he thanked Jaime had not changed from the North's clothing.

"Ser Davos" he called out "I need to end this, I don't know what will happen to me but please write to Sansa and to Ser Brienne, tell them to take my brother in exchange for my loyal services"

"What will you do?" The older man called out, his face mixed with confusion and fear.

"What needs to be done"

Ser Davos didn't owe him anything, and yet he was helping him, risking his own life, Tyrion would do the same for him, for Jaime, and for redemption.

XXX

When Jaime woke up, he thought he was dead, but the scent of blood and a strange thing he couldn't quite place surrounded him, a layer of cloth covered his face, had he gone blind? He tried to move his arm, his right hand still missing, he was alive.

"Quit moving" a rough voice ordered him

Jaime had to blink a couple of times, he felt bandages around his body and a terrible ache.

"Ser Davos?" He asked out loud and yet it came in a whisper

"Quit moving I said, you'll make the bleeding continue" the old man ordered

He began remembering piece by piece "Tyrion?"

"In prison, you can't stab the Queen without being punished, guess he forgot about that"

Tyrion killing Daenerys Targaryen? His little brother a Queenslayer?

Only then he remembered why he had not woken up with furs covering him all the way up to his nose and Brienne's warm body beside his own.

"Cersei?" He asked once more already knowing the answer

"Dead" Davos answered bluntly "now quit moving or you'll bleed out on our way to the North"

A mixture of relief and pain filled his body, he had come to the world with her, what would he be now? A free man.
Jaime fainted seconds later.