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Disclaimer going out here, the members of Torchwood who you know belong to RTD and Winter/Nemo belongs to Bad Wolf Mcgee, i just enjoy putting her in awkward situations XD on with the story.


Chapter 2

"Just going to my room for a bit," Winter called, heading down the stairs, no one was watching as she slipped down into the cells. Janet snarled as she passed the weevil cell. Until Winter was stood in front of a cell container their newest prisoner. Fawks.

Winter was caught by surprise as she turned and saw a mostly naked woman stood in the cell. Her clothes were lay out on the floor, covered in muddy drying sand.

She was stood in her cell, in a bra and thong, the mask still along her eyes and scruffy fingerless gloves, along with the small wrist strap like Jack's on her wrist.

"Hi." She said without turning to look at Winter.

"sorry…I didn't mean to…"

"They're dirty." She said, turning to face Winter. "Rather not stay in cold wet clothes until Jack decides what he wants to do to me."

"He won't-"

"Jack knows of some of the things I've done. I'm not a goodie, Winter."

"You don't seem bad."

"Master criminals never do." She sighed. Sitting on the ground, careful not to jostle her wing.

"Does that hurt?"

"Yes."

"Do you want anything?"

"Why are you here? Jack will have orders that I'm not to be approached." She said, looking at Winter through the glass.

"I've got a feeling."

"Dangerous, them." She smiled.

"Your not bad. Not really."

"What's your real name?" She said bluntly, staring ahead at the wall.

"Ethel Saunders." Winter was shocked that she'd actually answered and she fumbled over in her head for a while why she had. "But I don't go by that at all. It's just Winter or Nemo."

"Nice to meet you, Nemo. I'm Captain Rachel Falcon."

Winter debated with herself for moments before clicking open the door and striding in. Closing the door behind her, then sitting opposite from Fawks.

"Aren't you cold?" Winter asked, the cells weren't warm.

"I run at a higher temperature to you." She said, her gold eyes surveying Winter in open curiosity.

"Can you tell me about your world?" Winter asked, curious. Fawks stared at Winter for a moment in silence.

"Your not in my world. Well, you could be, but I've not met you. You could still be Ethel in my world. I was born here, in Cardiff, but I was taken by the rift when I was little, went into the gap between universe and shot out on the other side of the universe with wings. Did what I had too to survive, got a reputation and a wanted poster." She smiled at that.

"Met a guy, fell in love, lost the guy, and found him again, here. In Cardiff. Found torchwood, got a job as a mechanic here. Got my heart broken along with the rest of my body and ended up sleeping on my best friend's couch. Things had just started getting better." She sighed.

"Then the world started ending, did what I had to and died for them." Fawks looked up to the ceiling. "there was a mix up in the execution, long story really, unimportant. But I didn't actually die, have been trying to get home since."

"Was it Ianto? Who broke your heart?" Winter asked quietly. Assuming from Fawks reaction to when she'd seen him.

"No. Ianto leant me his couch, he put me back together," Fawks said quietly.

"Can I ask…"

"Captain John Hart."

Winter felt her eyebrows raise.

"He's not as bad as he makes himself out to be." Fawks murmured quietly. "Saying that, I'm a little biased." She said quietly. "Can I ask a question now?"

"Shoot."

"Why are you defying Jack's orders for a feeling?"

"It's a strong feeling."

"Can you understand me?" She asked abruptly.

"Of course," Winter said. Fawks eyebrows shot up.

"There's a piece of the TARDIS in your head." She laughed. "Oh Doctor. You fantastic man."

"How-"

"You shouldn't have been able to understand what I was saying just then, it's a code that no one worked out, except the Doctor. It's not one of your feelings that's luring you to me. It's the TARDIS."

"You've met the Doctor."

"Travelled with him for a bit. Oh that's brilliant."

"Why's it so brilliant."

"Because, now I can do this." Fawks grinned, standing up and walking over towards Winter, and quickly standing her on her feet.

"What-" Winter was cut off by Fawks's lips on hers. In shock Winter didn't do anything. And then a delicious smell seemed to heat up the entire cell by 10 degrees. It smelt like bubblegum and candyfloss. When Fawks tongue dragged across Winter's lips and she found herself opening her mouth to give her entry, she was a little surprised to find she was kissing her back. There was a low happy hum in Winter's head and she felt Fawks' hand twisting under her t-shirt onto the small of her back. Winter pushed herself against Fawks' warm body, with a small moan as the hum reverberated through her whole body. Then it stopped. And Winter collapsed. Or at least she would have, but Fawks caught her before she fell.

"Easy there, sit down." She chuckled, placing Winter gently on the floor. Winter's mind was all boggled and foggy.

"Wh…what.."

"Sorry." Fawks said sheepishly. "Got a bit into it, you'll feel a bit dizzy, but not for long, it'll wear off in a minute or so."

"What…was that…about?" She said, trying to push through the barrier in her head.

"A boost for me, I can harness energy, and there's loads of it here, but I can't get it, except from the TARDIS. You've got a link to the TARDIS, so I can get it by bringing it through you. I didn't know if you would co-operate, so I tricked you."

"How?"

"Pheromones."

"The candyfloss?"

"Yeah. Sorry. How are you feeling?"

"Ok, you?"

"Fantastic, my wing is even starting to repair."


Meanwhile..

"How's the prisoner?" Jack asked.

"Half naked and snogging Winter." Owen said, staring at the screen. Jack rushed to him and looked over his shoulder the grainy CCTV showed two people one definitely the captive and the other, pressed against a wall. Winter.


"How do they work?"

"I can turn them off and on, but sometimes I get caught up and they sort of do their own thing. Bloody dangerous, got me into some right situations. There was this one time with the Priests of Cudnost, mayhem …"

"What the hell are you doing Nemo!" Jack yelled his gun drawn, pointing at Fawks, as he opened the door to get Winter. "Get out here."

"No." Winter said defiantly. "Jack, she's not bad. Trust me." Winter pleaded.

"Just go, Winter, wait until he calms down before you argue." Fawks said quietly. Winter could tell she was right.

"I'll see ya," Winter said.


"Jack she knows us. All of us, you ask her something and she can answer it straight off." Ianto argued much later that day, to give her something to eat and drink. He had been down after Winter and began talking and had come to the conclusion that Winter had. She was telling the truth and she meant no harm.

"We could keep her in the Hub, not let her outside, under supervision." Ianto said reasonably.

"Come on, Jack." Winter asked quietly. "She means no harm."

"One day." Jack growled. "Anything happens and she's back in those cells or worse." Winter grinned and hugged him.

"Thank you."

"One day."


"Your out." Winter said smugly. "So put your clothes back on and hurry up already."

"How?"

"I'm very persuasive,"

"I'm impressed, you'd make a good criminal."

"Thank you, I think?"


Jack glared at the two of them as they walked into the main hub, Fawks was looking up at the ropes and poles above the hub.

"That's new." She said to herself. Winter climbed up onto the nearest bar and lay across it.

Fawks was looking around the hub with a look of sorrow.

"Why are you sad?" Ianto asked her as she sat on the couch looking around.

"I'm homesick." Fawks said. "This place is so similar, but not mine, feels a little like a kick in the teeth."

"You knew me?" Ianto asked, trying to hide his curiosity.

"Better than I know me," Fawks said. "The you in my world is my best friend. And he's sort of epic."

"That's the same here then." Ianto said with a shy smile as Fawks chuckled.

Winter swung down from a rope and landed on the floor.

"Big deal, I can fly." Fawks scoffed. Opening her wings and giving them a flap.

"I bet a can climb better than you can fly, you broke your wing."

"Don't challenge me kid, you'll loose."

"Kid! I'm almost 22 I'll have you know."

"I'm like a walking legend. I'm timeless."

"Fine then. "Walking Legend." I bet you I can reach Myfanwy's nest faster than you can."

Fawks yawned openly. "Fine, I'm so confident that you'll loose I'll even give you a head start."

Winter pulled her leather gloves from her back pocket and pulled them on.

"3...2...1.…Go!" Winter hopped up and clambered up the ropes jumping when her foot hit one of the more solid bars. She was a quarter of the way up when something whooshed past her, Fawks' wings were beating powerfully as she pushed the ropes behind her, she turned and grinned at Winter in mid air, waiting for her to catch up. Fawks smirked as she looped back, circling the still climbing Winter, like a bird of prey cornering her target.

Fawks flapped higher and launched upwards, and sat waiting on one of the bars near Myfanwy's cave.

"Come on, kid." She called down, teasing. She slid off of the bar and freefell down to Winter regaining her height with a powerful beat.

"I thought you were good at this." She said turning back to go upwards again as she did Winter reached and grabbed onto her tail, Fawks looked back as Winter smiled.

"That's how you want to play?" Fawks asked. "Fine." Winter let out a yelp of shock as Fawks tail wrapped itself around Winter's wrist and yanked, Winter lost her contact on the rope and fell down, down, down with a scream, missing the ropes to grab and shutting her eyes until with the horrible sinking sensation in her stomach she opened them and found herself sailing upwards. A low chuckle in her ear, Winter was flying!

"Crap!" She yelped. Arms tightened around her waist.

"You didn't think I'd let you fall now, did you?" Fawks said in her ear.

"Jack would have killed you."

"I'd like to see him try." She laughed as her arms released Winter. With a shriek she fell but not far before she was tugged up again.

"Would you stop." Winter said, her heart beating madly.

"It's fun." Fawks laughed. "I'll never drop you," She said, dropping her again before catching her. "Not for real, anyway." She said seriously.

"Are you done?" Winter laughed, breathless but amazed.

"Yeah, my wing…" She said, Winter looked over her shoulder, Fawks face with twisted in pain. The landing back onto the metal grating of the hub was a little rough, Winter stumbling into Ianto, who caught her and straightened her up with a smile. Winter looked back at Fawks,

"That was amazing,"

"Wings rule. I know." She said, looking to her wing that was a little mangled.

"Are you hurt?" Owen asked, his doctor instincts kicking in, Winter suspected, plus, Fawks was pretty.


With the rift being suspiciously quiet and nothing better to do the team, apart from Jack, had resulted in watching Fawks' medical exam.

"I'll have to do a full body examination, top and trousers off please." Owen said. Winter laughed, they had a scan, it was completely unnecessary for Fawks to strip off.

"I bet you say that to all the pretty girls you get here," Fawks laughed. "What's wrong with the scanner?" She said innocently. Winter laughed as did Ianto and Tosh.

"I broke it." Owen said.

"Really? When was that Owen?" Tosh asked.

"Yeah, I don't remember you saying it broke," Winter smiled.

"No worries doc, I'm game." Fawks said with a smirk, pulling her crop top from her head with no embarrassment, Winter could recognise the same confidence that Jack had, no real self-regard to shame or weakness. And the impression that she owned not only the world but the entire universe.

Fawks was very thin, the sort of thin that made you think of kids in Africa and anorexic supermodels. It looked as though her ribs were trying to escape from her, from first glance she was clearly unhealthy. Scars covered every part of her body, some of them were clearly gunshot wounds, stab wounds, animal attacks, but there were some that Winter couldn't figure out, on the nape of her neck was a little tally carved into her skin.

"You so don't need me topless for this," Fawks laughed, as she stood on a set of scales.

"Your ridiculously underweight." Owen said.

"I've not eaten for a bit,"

"Your only 6 stone. When was the last time you ate?" Owen said, frowning.

"Take it easy, doc, once I start eating I will rapidly gain weight, trust me, I heal fast."

He frowned but didn't carry on, measuring her height taking blood for tests, watching her run on the treadmill, reflexes, he paused as he listened to her heart.

"What…" He muttered. Then lowered the stethoscope down to her hip.

"The hearts not usually there Owen." Winter called to him.

"Not usually," Fawks smirked.

"What-" Owen looked confused.

Fawks held up two fingers.

"You've got two hearts?" Ianto asked.

"Two hearts, four lungs, an adrenaline bank and an electric generator." She said.

"What are you?" Jack said, finally coming down from his office where he'd been sulking, Winter turned to grin at him. Jack was focused on Fawks. She met his gaze equally.

"Demon. From the Void. 50% human, 50% monster."

"Are you dangerous?" He asked, never looking away from each other.

"I would never hurt my friends." She said evenly. "Not ever."

And like that Fawks slipped into the team dynamic within that first day, it was scary how well she new all of them, she really must have known them before, it was like she was always there, a part of the team. But Winter would always catch Fawks' sorrowful looks at certain things, she hovered around an empty space just under the rift tower for a few hours one day after being in the Hub for around a week. She had been right when she had told Owen that she would rapidly gain weight, after about three days of constantly eating she had regained a healthy body mass, now "curvy and cocky." That's what Jack said.

"What's up, love?" Owen asked her, Winter hanging up in the ropes above.

"Nothing," She said, running a hand through her short hair.

She disappeared to wherever she went when the team weren't watching.

"Wonder what her problem is?" Owen said. Winter slid down onto the ground.

"Well…" Winter mused. "She's from a place almost exactly like here,"

"and?"

"Well, she's almost home, but things are all switched around. Must be confusing." Winter said.

"She can see that she's not necessary in Torchwood, she was never here right? So she can see that this place works, without her," Tosh said.

"That must be depressing." Winter stated, knowing you were of no importance to make anything better, that would suck.

Winter wandered in the same direction that Fawks had, nearing the shooting range. There was a low sobbing noise coming from the shooting range. Winter headed towards it and hid in the shadows trying to get a scope of what was happening. Fawks was sat with her back against the far wall, her mask on the ground in front of her, her head lay back against the wall, her body shaking with very quiet sobs.

"Get a hold of yourself Rachel." She whispered. Running a hand through her hair.

"Come on, your almost home, it can't be far now, just keep looking." She whispered to herself. "This place isn't for you, we'll leave as soon as we get our stuff, we'll get home…"

"Are you ok?" Winter decided to reveal herself, Fawks gasped surprised by Winter she grabbed forward for her mask, slipping it quickly over her eyes, but in her rush she'd put it on wrong, missing the eyeholes so it worked as a blindfold only. Fawks made a low noise that sounded a lot like an 'eep.' Winter couldn't help give a small chuckle she walked to the woman on the floor who was desperately trying to see. Winter knelt in front of her and took the corners of the mask, twisting it to align with Fawks' bloodshot eyes.

"hi," Winter smiled kindly.

"Hey," she croaked. Winter grasped for a conversation, because clearly Fawks needed a pick up.

"You don't have to leave, if you don't want to."

"I do want to," Fawks said. "I want to go to my Torchwood."

"When?"

"As soon as I get my stuff back, might take a while for Jack to trust me, and also, this useless thing needs to charge." Fawks said, lifting up her wrist to show the small brown leather strap.

"What you going to do between now and then?"

"No idea," Fawks sighed.


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