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IT HAD TO BE YOU

Part one

Pairing/s: Lyanna Stark x Rhaegar Targaryen; Elia Martell x Rhaegar Targaryen; Lyanna Stark x Robert Baratheon Warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of depression, sex, cheating, death

Word Count: 3.2k Summary: literally When Harry Met Sally but if it was Lyanna and Rhaegar

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“I love you most.”

Rhaegar Targaryen, twenty-five years of age and recent law school graduate was currently saying goodbye to his girlfriend, Alerie Hightower.

After finishing his schooling at the University of Oldtown, he was finally moving back home to King’s Landing after taking a job at a prestigious law firm in the city.

“You’ll call me, right?” Alerie’s big blue eyes welled with tears as she looked up into his indigo. She was pretty with long auburn hair, tan skin, and with mile long legs.

“First thing when I get there.” Although Alerie was tall, he was still a half head taller than her. Wrapping her long arms around his neck she planted her lips on his, squeaking as he pulled her closer into his frame.

“Ahem.” With two suitcases and a backpack of personal belongings stood Lyanna Stark. Dark hair almost to her waist, skin as pale as the moon, and eyes like a storm that were currently rolling so far back into her head Rhaegar was convinced they would get stuck.

“Lya!” Removing her arms from his neck and clapping her slender hands together, her lips stretched across her face in

“Hey, Alerie.” She waved with two fingers and didn’t smile.

“This is Rhaegar!” Alerie’s perfectly manicured hands gestured towards him, gently landing a hand on his upper arm.

“It’s nice to meet you.” His hand reached towards the much shorter woman. He guessed that she couldn’t have been taller than five foot two.

Lyanna made no move to take his hand in hers and only looked him over before turning to her friend. “This is Rhaegar?”

“Mhmm!” Alerie’s short hair bounced in delight as she eagerly nodded. “I really appreciate you doing this.”

“No big deal. I needed the ride anyways.”

“You will call me, right?”

“Of course, I will.”

“I love you.”

“I love you.” He kissed her one last time before opening the driver seat door and situating himself behind the wheel, waving one last time to Alerie, who blew him a kiss.

“I planned it all out. It’s about eighteen hours to King’s Landing and we can either break it down by mileage or six, three hour shifts each.” Rhaegar pulled out his phone and typed in the address that Alerie had sent him earlier before unceremoniously dropping the phone into the cup holder in the console between the two of them. “Please take your feet down.”

Lyanna’s eyes narrowed at him as she slowly took her feet down from the dashboard and unbuckled her seat belt, twisting around and grabbing her bag before shuffling around violently before finally pulling out a pack of gum.

“Gum?” She held the silver stick out to him and watched as he made a face before looking back to the road.

“I don’t chew gum.”

“Suit yourself.” Hastily unwrapping the stick of gum, she popped it into her mouth and chewed loudly.

Clack, clack, clack.

The sound of her gum ground into Rhaegar’s ears as she chewed with her mouth open, looking out watching as the streets of Oldtown whizzed by.

“I hope this isn’t going to be one of those trips with long awkward silences. I hate those.” She blurted as she continued to chew.

“Me too.”

The car went silent once more as Rhaegar focused hard down the ever-filing road, making sure he was going straight and aware of the entering and exiting cars. Lyanna only leaned her head on her hand as she turned her full attention back to whatever caught her eye outside.

“Tell me your life story.”

“What?” He blinked away from the road to look over at her.

“Your life story.”

“All twenty-five years of it?”

“It’s an eighteen-hour drive.”

The car fell back into silence only briefly before Rhaegar decided that he couldn’t listen to her chewing anymore. “Are you from King’s Landing?”

“No.”

“Where are you from then?”

“North.”

“The north is quite large-“

“Winterfell.” Her short one worded answers started to annoy him.

“Why are you moving to the Crownlands then?”

“I got a job."

“What sort of job?”

“Journalist.”

“Why journalism?”

“So I can talk about other people’s lives to fill the hollow spaces of my own. Why are you moving to King’s Landing?”

“Born and raised, but I just got a job at a law firm.”

“Ah.” Her face was devoid of emotion as she stared straight ahead at the suburbs of Oldtown. “Moving back in with the parents?”

“No.” He cleared his throat and swallowed hard. “I just got my own apartment.”

“What happens if something happens to you? Suppose you die in your apartment and no one finds you for days, weeks, months even and it’s only after the old lady next door can’t stand the smell anymore and they finally find you on the floor of your kitchen. Dead.”

Rhaegar’s face contorted in shock and disgust as he looked over at her, watching as she rolled down the window still chewing her gum loudly with her mouth open wide as she let the chilly spring air flow through her hair. The car fell back into silence and it wasn’t until they had made it in to the rural pastures did Rhaegar finally speak up again, “You know Alerie told me that you were a little…”

“Incredible? Pretty? Smart? Full of joy? I know I’m quite amazing.” She smiled and he thought for a second that she was quite pretty but was quickly pulled back to his senses when he swerved into the shoulder.

He shifted in his seat and readjusted his hands on the wheel before clearing his throat. "Dark."

“Do you not have a dark side or something? Or is it just smiles and rainbows and unicorns playing the harp all the time?”

“I can be dark!” His voice went up an octave in defense.

“Oh really?”

“Mhmm.” His lips upturned into smug smile as he cocked his head to the side.

“Well,” She finally turned her full attention to him, her eyes piercing his face as he concentrated on the road ahead of him, with the smug look still plastered on his lips. “I watch the last episode of every tv show before I start watching it just in case I die somewhere in the middle of the series.”

His smile dropped and he rolled his eyes, “That’s not dark.”

“So?”

“A-and I’m sorry I’m a happy person!” He shook his head as he talked over her.

“So am I.”

“Is there something wrong with that?”

“No. Of course not.” Lyanna rolled up the window as the sun was finally starting to set over the hills of the Reach and the air became cold. “You ever think about death?

“Of course. Everyone does.”

“Yeah, but like actually. Not some fleeting thought that gets covered by a dancing leprechaun a second later.”

“Yes. I do.”

“I spend hours. I spend days.”

“Why are you so morbid?”

She ignored his question and popped in another stick of gum, “So what do you think it’s like?”

“What?”

“Dying.”

“Oh.” He went silent for a moment, not really knowing how to answer the heavy question. “I’m sure there’s an afterlife or something.”

“Nah. There’s probably nothing. A deep dark void that we’ll never know.”

Rhaegar had no clue how to continue the conversation, appalled and somewhat intrigued by her curiosity and lack thereof. Her feet had found their way back to the dashboard, but he didn’t say anything as he felt his stomach growl. “Hungry?”

“I could eat.”

“Would you marry someone if they lived in a secluded forest, looked like a monster, was mean, and would never let you see your family ever again, but the sex was incredible?”

“What?“

“Would you marry someone if they lived in a secluded forest-“

“I-I heard you!”

“So, would you?”

“No, I wouldn’t marry someone if they lived in a secluded forest, looked like a monster, was mean, never let me see my family again. Even if the…” He hesitated, uncomfortable with discussing sex around a woman, especially a woman he just met that was his girlfriend’s friend. “s-sex was incredible.”

“You’d rather have a passionless marriage?”

“That just sounds like an unhealthy marriage.”

“Because you don’t like the fact that she’s ugly? Lives in the forest?”

“No, it’s just not practical. I like to be practical.” He got out of the car and waited for her as she pulled on a sweatshirt and got out of her side.

“Oh okay.” She smiled for the first time since they had met. It was a completely different person to him, one who was full of life and quite pretty. “I get it now.”

“What?”

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

“No,” His voice deepened with annoyance as he pulled the diner front door open and waited for her to pass through. “Tell me.”

“Alright fine-thank you.” She thanked him as she walked into the small but busy diner. “I don’t think you’ve ever had good sex.”

“Hi. How many?” The hostess was dressed in jeans and t-shirt that was plastered with the diner’s logo.

“Two.” Lyanna flashed a peace sign to her and waited as the hostess had gathered the menus and silverware.

“What?” Rhaegar wasn’t sure he heard her right, but he was faced with the reality that, that was is exactly what she had said. “Yes, I have.”

“No, you clearly haven’t.” She didn’t turn back to face him as she answered, walking towards the booth at the window the hostess was showing them.

Rhaegar stopped, annoyed and suspiciously defensive. “I’ve had good sex! I’ve had loads of good sex!” His voice boomed over the loud chatter of the diner, causing all noise to cease and stop and listen to him yell at her. Realizing that he caught the attention of everyone there, he quietly hung his head and slowly walked over to where she was seated and already engrossed in the menu, completely unfazed by his outburst. He was relieved that she wasn’t embarrassed or making a scene about it.

“With?” Lyanna asked over the oversized menu.

“What?”

“Elaborate on with whom this good sex had occurred.”

“Why do you need to know?”

“Okay, you’re right I don’t.” She shrugged as she propped her elbows on the table and went back to examining the large selection of food.

“Jonquil Cole.”

“Jonquil? Jonquil Cole? I’m sorry but you did not have good sex with Jonquil Cole.”

“Yes, I did.”

“No. Jonquil can serve you a cocktail at a bar. Give your kid the dragonscale shot. But there is no having good sex with a Jonquil.” Her hands lifted from off the table as she placed her hands in her hair. “Oh yeah that’s right Jonquil!” She moaned. “Ugh-right there-oh my god-ugh- I’m gonna-“ She moaned deeply once more before dropping her hands and picking up the menu. “Yeah no. I don’t believe that.”

Rhaegar felt his throat close and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat before diving back behind the menu, unable to look at her as he hid the obvious blush that bloomed across his face.

“What can I get you?” A new woman dressed in the same t-shirt the hostess had been wearing, stopped at the end of the table pen and paper in hand.

“A number five and a glass of water.” Lyanna dropped the menu on the table and smiled up at the waitress.

“What kind of bread?”

“Whatever.”

“And you?”

“I’ll just have a number eight with the fries on the side with ketchup but no ketchup on the top, in a small dish on the side. If you have no ketchup, I’ll take honey mustard, but if you have neither I don’t want the fries. But if you do, I’d like an extra three packets of salt on the side. Also, a black coffee. Thank you.”

“Uh.” The waitress looked down at the pad of paper before looking back at him. “Okay.”

“So, when did you break up with Jonquil Cole?”

“Why?”

“Because why aren’t you in bed with wonder pussy instead of together with me?”

“First of all, we are not together. Second, I’m driving you as a favor to my girlfriend. Third of all, we never even dated.”

“Okay, how long were you two fucking?”

“None of your business.”

“Alright fine. It’s none of my business.” She took a drink from her water, ignoring the way he watched her, dumbfounded.

“Two years.” Rhaegar cleared his throat as he plucked a packet of sugar from the holder and shifted in the black vinyl booth.

“Two years?”

He nodded as he stirred the sugar. “It was nothing serious. Hooked up once, maybe twice a month. If that."

“How many women have you slept with?”

The liquid was too hot and burned his throat, making him choke and cough loudly, spilling the dark drink everywhere on the table. “I’m not telling you that.”

“Okay,” Lyanna reached for the napkins and began to mop up the coffee, “Don’t tell me.”

Watching her clean up his mess, he thought about his past endeavors before blurting it out, “Three.”

“You’ve been with only three people in your entire twenty-five years and you’re going to tell while you’re sitting here with a straight face and with full determination that you’ve had great sex?”

“Why? How many men have you been with?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean, you don’t know?”

“I mean that I don’t know.”

“It can’t be much more that Cersei Lannister-“

“That’s because Cersei Lannister has slept with one man her entire life and pretends like she sleeps with countless others.”

“What?”

“Her and her brother.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because I saw them.”

Rhaegar shook his head with disgust and moved on, “Is it between zero and ten? Ten and a hundred?”

“Ten and a hundred.”

“Closer to ten?” She sat still with a placid expression and Rhaegar slid his arms forward and his mouth hung open in astonishment. “A hundred?”

“Ten.” They ate in silence and stared out the window and at the customers coming and going. “You’re very pretty."

Rhaegar almost choked again but composed himself quickly, “Oh. Thank you.”

“Alerie never told me you were good looking.”

“I guess it just never came up.”

“I mean you’re very nice to look at.”

“Do you say this to everyone?”

“Only to those I find attractive.”

“Alerie is my girlfriend.” He threw twenty dollars on the table, paying for both of them as he sprung out of the booth and charged towards the door, Lyanna hot on his feet.

“So?” This time she had to open the door for herself as he was already at the car fumbling with the keys, desperate to open the door.

“You’re her friend!” He stopped, wide eyed and embarrassed, watching her as she stood on the opposite side of the car.

“So?” She shrugged.

“So? So, you’re flirting with me!”

“No I wasn’t! I just think you have an interesting face and really nice hair! Is that so wrong! I can take it back. I take it back.” She wrenched the door open and took her place in the passenger seat and grinned wide as she watched him struggle to put the keys in the ignition.

“You can’t do that!” He gave up on the keys and turned towards her.

“Why not?”

“Because it’s out there!”

“Oh, call the cops! It’s out there! What are we gonna do!”

Rhaegar studied her face and watched how she had dimples on either side of her cheeks as she grinned wide at him. He sighed before turning back to the wheel and successfully starting the car. “Just forget it.”

“Alright it’s been forgotten about.”

“Good.”

“Wanna get a motel room?”

“W-what?”

“See what I did?”

“Lyanna.”

“I went the other way.”

“Lyanna.”

“What?”

“We are just going to be friends and that’s all we’ll ever be.”

“Great.”

“We’ll just be friends.” He reassured her.

“Great! Friends. Love to be friends. Love having new friends. Except,” She paused. “Just one thing.”

“Hmm?”

“You realize we can never be friends, right?”

“Why not?”

“Now, don’t take this the wrong way because you’re dating my friend, but the sex thing always gets in the way.”

“What do you mean?”

“Sex always gets in the way of friendship, it’s true.”

“That’s not true,”

“Do you have any friends that are girls?”

“Me?”

“Who else?” Lyanna looked around the car pretending that there was someone was hiding in the backseat or under her chair.

“Of course, I do. I have a number of friends that are women and there has never been sex involved.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.”

“No, you don’t.”

“What are you even trying to say?”

“You think these women have zero interest in having sex with you and you have zero interest in having sex with them?”

“Yes, of course.”

“You’re wrong.”

“No, I’m not.”

“I bet my life that each and every single one of them wants to have sex with you and I bet you want to do the same.”

“Excuse me?”

“They do.”

“They do not.”

“They do too.”

“How do you even know that?”

“Because no man and woman can be friends without thinking about it. They always want to have sex. Especially if they think they’re attractive.”

“So, what you’re saying that men and women can be friends as long as one of them is unattractive?”

“No.”

“Then what?”

“That people don’t really care, they pretty much want to fuck anyone, attractive or no.”

“What if the friend doesn’t want to have sex with you? Then it would just be friends.”

“The sex thing is already out there. It can’t just be erased. The friendship is doomed and there’s nothing that can be done to save it. Unless,”

“Unless?”

“They fuck to get it over with.”

“Well…”

“Well.”

“Guess we won’t be friends then.”

“Guess not.”

“Shame really.”

“So sad.”

“I would’ve been the only person you knew in King’s Landing.”

“Aw that’s too bad. What ever will I do?”

“A-and where did you learn this?”

“My brothers, my friends, experience.”

“How many brothers do you have?”

“Three.”

“Ah.”

“Are you an only child? You seem like it. It’s like you have a giant red flashing sign that says ‘only child’ above your head.”

“No, in fact I have two other siblings.”

“How old are they?”

He got quiet and became focused entirely on the road before his voice became a whisper, “Viserys is ten and…”

“And?”

“Daenerys is eight months old.”

“Ah so you are an only child!”

“No! I’m not!”

“Not technically no, but you were raised as one.”

“We should be there soon.”

“Good. Wake me up when it’s my turn to drive.”

The golden eastern sun rose over the metropolis of King’s Landing. The fog was low and the air was frigid as Rhaegar pulled up to the address. It was an old apartment building that was four stories high with a large tan stone outer face with a huge blooming tree in front.

“Lyanna.”

“Hm?” Her eyes opened and took in the flood of dawn. “Oh. Thanks.”

“I can um help you with your things.”

“No, that’s okay. It’s not much.”

“Well.”

“Well, it was a nice eighteen hours of knowing you.”

“It was definitely interesting.”

“Thanks again for the ride.”

“Yeah of course.”

“Have a nice life.”

“Yeah.” He watched as she opened the door and disappeared inside with her things. “You too.”

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