Christmas Khaleesi

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Author's Note: Yes, this is my Christmas story about three months too late. Sorry about that but sometimes I just can't help myself. Unless of course you are reading it just about you Christmastime in which case, welcome! Leave me a five star rating and a nice comment or favourite and I'll put in a good word to Santa for you!

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Walking out of the London tube station, I tugged at the scarf around my neck and tightened it to fight off the cold. While being crammed inside the London underground was enough to heat me up ever so slightly, as soon as I walked out into the cold of the city it was a completely different beast. The cold bit against me and it was enough to make me want to just turn around and go right back down into the ground. Walking forward, I looked down at my wrist and I checked the time to make sure I was still on time for my hospital appointment. Living in England's capital often meant that my appointments would be changed around and having checked the listing before I left my flat, it was enough for me to know where I was going. Crossing the street and walking towards the hospital, I stifled a yawn and walked through the front door.

Crossing over a couple of the floors and moving up to the neurology department, I looked over my shoulder and then back to where I was going. Checking in to let my Doctor know that I was here, I climbed into one of the seats and made myself comfortable. Raking my fingers through my shaggy blonde hair, I combed some of the snow specks out of my hair and slumped back ever so slightly. Sighing softly and then locking my fingers together, I placed them in my lap and I was left staring at the wall opposite where I was sitting. Looking around the inside of the room, there were a couple of people who were already inside, the sounds of Polish or maybe Romanian filled the waiting room as the couple of women chatted with one another. Not understanding the language, my eyes continued to lamely inspect the other people when my eyes hovered over one final person. Sitting just next to the water cooler, I looked at her and tried to figure out where I recognised her from.

Doing my best to not just leer, I left my eyes focused on her as I tried to piece it together. Brown hair, blue eyes... It slowly came together as how I was used to seeing her with long blonde hair in a braid as opposed to her natural brown hair that was loose and just coming down to her shoulders. Looking over at her, I could almost feel the nerd in me coming out.

"Daenerys Targaryen..." Looking over at the Khaleesi and one of the Sarah Connor's, Emilia Clarke, her own eyes came up to meet mine and we had the briefest of eye contact. Looking across the waiting room and making eye contact with her, her face changed from a plain neutral expression to one of panic. Her eyes went wide and her lips parted as if she wanted to voice something but was afraid of what was going to come out. I looked around the inside of the waiting room, inspecting the other people before I looked back to Emilia Clarke and then, I simply shot her a smile and a slight wave of my hand as if to let her know that she had nothing to worry about. Her eyes softened and she nodded her head before mouthing out the word 'Thanks' and she went back to just looking around the inside of the hospital corridors and the waiting room we were both sharing as well.

"Mr Blake?" Looking up, I saw one of the nurses standing there, calling my name out. Standing up and smiling towards her, she smiled right back to me and took a step backwards as if to encourage me to follow her. Walking with her and towards the Doctor's office, I wanted to look back to where Emilia Clarke was sitting but I was now very focused on what was coming for me. Walking and taking a seat inside of the office, the nurse closed the door and I was left sitting opposite the Doctor.

"So Mr. Blake... How have you been feeling?"

"Ah, cold? It's very cold."

"It is! I was more curious as to why you've been coming to see me though. Have you had any more seizures since the last time we saw you?"

"I haven't. I have been taking the medicine like you advised, I've taken fifty grams of the Lamotrigine and it seems to be doing the trick."

"When do you take the Lamotrigine?"

"At night, normally when I get in through the door for the evening and just before I have my dinner."

The cold wasn't getting any better but as I set my guitar up in my licenced place on the streets of London, I opened my case up and extended the bar to keep it open and hopefully have enough room to provide some room for people to toss their loose change in. It wasn't a great way of making money but it gave me more than enough pocket change and would often get me a large coffee at the Starbucks on my way home. It also gave me enough time to practice the whole performance art and being able to steady my voice and just have a decent stage presence. Strumming my pick against the strings of my Les Paul, I was practising the simplest of notes when I saw there was a set of feet just opposite my guitar case. Looking up at the owner of the legs, I saw I was staring directly at Emilia Clarke. She offered me a warm smile with a gentle wave of her hand.

"I don't suppose you do the Rains of Castamere do you?" She asked, flashing me a wide grin.

Looking back to her, I flash her a smile before playing the opening notes of the now super famous Game of Thrones song. Losing my place after the first couple of chords, I offered the strings one last strum before looking back up to her.

"That's about it though I'm afraid." I said, laughing as she joined me.

"Well, that was pretty impressive considering I just asked." She admitted, nodding her head as she looked down at my guitar before looking back up to me. She was dressed in a thick pea coat and had on some dark blue jeans complete with some trendy boots that ran just over her knees. She also had a thick cream coloured scarf wrapped around her neck and a beret on top of her head. She definitely looked like she was ready for her time in a winter wonderland and as the snow started to fall, it just completed her look. "I'm Emilia by the way, but I figured you already knew that?"

"I did." I said with a smile, referencing my earlier recollection of her in the hospital waiting room with her. We smiled with each other for a brief moment before the silence between us threatened to become awkward.

"So, is this your job?" She asked, making a hand motion gesturing towards the floor and then up towards my guitar.

"Nah, this is what I do with my days off. I want to do more with my music but it's kind of difficult when you're not willing to go on those Simon Cowell crap shows you know?" I explained, thanking a random passerby as they tossed a pound coin into the open case. Stroking some of the strings casually, I looked over to Emilia as she was seemingly looking me over. Another moment passed before I found a voice again. "So, not that this isn't a personal fantasy of mine but can I help you with something or did you just want to shoot the breeze?"

"Well, I figured with the two of us both being in that hospital room this morning it probably means we have something in common?" Emilia said, fluffing her hair over the edge of her scarf. "I was wondering if you... I don't know, wanted to grab a coffee or something?" She asked, looking over to me as if she was asking me out on a date.

"I mean... Yeah, that sounds great!" I said, looking over to her as her face broke out in a wild smile.

"Fantastic! How long are you going to be doing this?" She asked, flicking her hand up and down towards my guitar and then the case. The same case that was slowly filling up with random loose change even without me playing anything on the instrument.

"Well, my permit only allows me to have an hour but I can definitely scrap it if you wanted to go now?"

"No no, an hour is great! I don't want to have to make you drop this just because I asked you to. I'll see you back here in an hour then..." Emilia trailed off as if wanting to find out my name.

"Eddie. Eddie Blake." I answered, extending my hand for her to shake. She smiled and shook it back.

""Daenerys Targaryen or Sarah Connor or Qi'ra or Emilia if you're being really boring." She teased, flashing me a wink. "I'll see you soon then Eddie!"

So, even with the cold biting into my body and the weather not looking to brighten up, I found myself beaming from ear to ear as I thought about what my evening would consist of. Strumming along at the songs and occasionally singing with the words, I smiled and thanked passer-bys who tossed change and the occasional note into the guitar case while they moved by. The case was definitely starting to fill up and it looked like it would be enough for me to grab a coffee or two on the way back and maybe even top up my Oyster card as well. As I finished up the admittedly rather small set list up, I noted that there was a brand new fifty pound note sitting at the top of the change in my case. Looking up to the giver of the note, I saw that Emilia was standing there.

"That was fantastic!" Emilia gushed, making me wonder just how long she had been standing there. She walked forward and clapped her hands together lightly as if to further cement the point as to how she felt about my performance.

"Thank you!" I responded before bending down to take the note out. "But I can't accept this, that is far too generous of you-" I started to try and refuse the note but Emilia simply shook her head and put her hands on mine as if to stop me from moving.

"Seriously, it's the least I should give you." She said, before smiling. "Besides, for what I'm going to have to put you through tonight? I think it's the least I owe you."

Now that made me pause and raise an eyebrow.

"So, here's the deal," Emilia continued. "I've been invited to do some extra press for Last Christmas and when I say invited, I of course mean, told to do it. It's not far! Just a couple of tube stops away and all I need to do is switch some lights on and then I can go home. It could be fun right?" She asked, looking over to me.

"I mean, sure? Sounds like fun at least." Then, the penny dropped and I realised what it was she was getting at. "And you want me to come along with you?"

"Yeah, pretty much." She paused for a moment before speaking again. "You in?"

There was another moment before I spoke.

"Yeah, I am."

Because why not right? Emilia clasped her hands together as if she was relieved that I had chosen that. She nodded her head and watched as I started to pack up my guitar and all the necessary equipment that I had needed for the performance. With my guitar snapped up and now in my hands, the two of us were on our way down into the tube station and towards the spot she was going to be working.

So, Emilia took the lead and I simply followed, my coins and donations for my busking were now in a small plastic coin bag and my guitar was safely encased and I was following the acting superstar. We made small talk and it was nice to hear the woman I had seen on the big screen and my TV for years now be so light-hearted and be able to just chit chat with me. Emilia was talking to me about her latest project and the movie she was going to be promoting. The idea of tagging along for someone so famous and important did seem like something out of a fever dream, here I was riding the tube along with her, following her to her location.

Sitting down on the side of the tube car, Emilia followed and as the doors rolled shut, Emilia turned to me. Raking her fingers through her hair, she sighed gently and looked to the floor and then back to me.

"So, I should probably come clean right?"

"I mean... I would like to know just what I'm walking into."

"Right... So, I have this Christmas movie coming out this year and I got asked to go and switch the lights on at Carnaby Street and I just really don't want to do this by myself. You recognised me in the hospital earlier and I figured that you didn't make a big deal, didn't pester me for an autograph or a selfie or whatever and... I don't know, I just sort of thought you had something with me." Emilia paused for a moment, closed her eyes and then rested her head in her hands. "That was a lot of words for not a lot of thought huh?" She said with a gentle laugh.

"Well, I certainly appreciate the kind words. I figured the hospital should be the worst place to be bothered by a fan." I said, shrugging my shoulders as the train came to a stop and the cart emptied slightly.

"I think that is probably true too." She said with a laugh. "So you're not going to leave?"

"Not at all! I have never been to something big like this. I definitely want to come and see it! You just need to buy the drinks." I said, playfully nudging her with my elbow as she smirked and then stuck her tongue out at me.

"Fair." Was her last comment before we broke into some more general conversation about what was coming and what we were expecting of the coming weeks. The rest of the tube ride was fairly average, or as average as it could be when I was sharing a tube car with one of the stars of Game of Thrones, but she was more than happy to just chat with me. I had to wonder if something like this was a release for someone who was obviously a Hollywood star talking to someone like me. Someone who had never even come close to first class on an plane, hell someone who had never even been on a plane in general. It must be a different world for Emilia and being able to talk to me about what my life was like in comparison to hers and just what the problems of a normal person must be like compared to hers. The train cart came to a stop for Carnaby Street and we both climbed off of our seats and ducked out onto the tube stop. Following Emilia's lead, we made our way up to the main streets of England's capital.

As we walked, Emilia slipped her arm around mine and almost as if she was holding onto me, we walked up towards the main street almost as if we were a couple. Gripping onto my guitar and stuffing my free hand into my coat's pocket, I tried to ignore the red coming to my cheeks as we walked towards our new destination. Following Emilia's lead and to where she was taking us, I looked around and towards the faces of several passerby's as if to judge whether they knew who I was walking with. Fortunately, no one seemed to notice as they were all busy with their phones and whatever they were doing. Emilia was fairly quiet but I didn't mind that. I was starting to get far too nervous to even humour a conversation with her. The rig of the Christmas lights came up in our view and I could see that there was a crowd growing for the lights being switched on as well.

"You'd get a lot more than that fifty if we got you playing there huh?" She teased, looking over to me and then back to the crowds. We stopped and Emilia pointed over to the back of the rig where a woman was standing, looking for someone. She made eye contact with Emilia and then waved towards the TV star, we darted across the road and I quickly found out that the woman was Emilia's agent. She looked over to me as Emilia introduced to me and quickly offered me a shake of her hand before looking over to her client.

"Are you ready?"

"I am! I'll be right back Eddie!" She said with a smile, turning to face me and then she almost leapt on me as she planted a kiss on my cheek. And with that, she had turned and was on her way up to the stage. Her agent sighed gently and then she laughed.

"She hasn't even practiced." Her agent shook her head and then turned to look at me. "Would you like a coffee?"

"Please." I said with a smile as she took my order down and then disappeared towards one of the craft tables so I was left standing at the side of the stage and watching the woman I had just spent the last forty five minutes with talk to a crowd of people and then throw the switch to flick the lights on that would be on for the next couple of months. It was inspiring to actually see the lights get switched on and see something huge like this happen right in front of me.

Seeing the lights come to life and hearing the crowd erupt in cheers was enough for me to grin from ear to ear, almost making me enjoy the time of the year. As Grinchy as I was, the lights coming on was that sort of time that would make even me smile. Looking up to the side of the stage, Emilia offered the crowd another series of waves and stayed around for the photographs before she was escorted off the stage by some of the staff. Emilia looked over to me and offered me a big smile before she looked over to her agent and then back to me. She shared another couple of words to her agent before walking over to me. She looked up at me and then over to her agent and then down towards the road.

"Come on Eddie, let's go." She said, taking my arm in hers again and leading me away from the stage. Walking towards the tube station on the other side of the street from where we had come from, we were soon on another tube train heading towards some other stop. Looking over to her, she seemed to be positively vibrating in her seat. I looked at her and it was then she seemed to understand just what was happening. "Sorry, I just get this total... High from doing stuff like that it's just... Intense you know?" She asked, looking over at me as her left leg bounced up and down. I shook my head, I didn't know, but I could tell it was a huge event for her and that was something I was happy to just listen to her. Spending time with her still seemed so surreal to me so I didn't want to do anything to upset her.

"So where are we going?" I asked, breaking the conversation Emilia was filling the tube cart with as she babbled about turning the lights on. Emilia looked at me and clapped her hands together as if to recall just why she was even with me.

"Oh! Right! So, I just wanted to really thank you for coming to give me a hand with this whole presentation thing. I imagine I probably took you away from your home and your evening so I kind of feel bad for it. I have a bottle of wine from Disney waiting for me at my flat so I figured that would be a good gift for you."

"Ah, Emilia you don't have to get me anything." I said, shaking my head lightly. "The whole experience was almost a payment in itself."

"Still, I'll feel bad and you don't want me to feel bad do you Eddie?" She asked, her big eyes looking over to me and then she fluttered her eyelids as if to encourage me to just go along with it.

"Well, that's awfully nice of you. I certainly won't say no to it." I say, smiling to her and accepting her suggestion. She smiled back to me and then turned to peer out of the same small window as I was while we moved from tube stop to tube stop.

Eventually coming to a stop and following Emilia out, I held onto my guitar in one hand and Emilia took hold of my other hand. Walking up and coming towards a very expensive looking block of flats, Emilia swiped her purse against the key lock and the door popped open with a soft, gentle, Star Trek esque hissing noise. The TV and movie star walked inside the building and the two of us headed towards the back of the lobby to where the lifts were. Emilia pressed the button and the small lift rolled down to the bottom of the elevator shaft and we stepped inside. Hitting her floor level, Emilia took a step back and waited as the lift doors closed and we started to climb. Looking at the floor levels display, I was actually surprised to see it was one of those old fashioned arrows that pointed to the floor number by slowly dragging the arrow across to the side and picking on the number.