This one once again maostly Bad2Wolf2Mcgee and her epic-ness so woop for them :D

Total-animal-lover : Sorry about no reply last chapter, your review for 8 came in after I had posted 9 so my bad :P Thank you :D yeah, I didn't know rockstars and criminals went together, either, apparently Fawks thinks so though :D

Ziggymia123: They've been pretty regular anyway but I mean I'm not in school till Tues so they might slow down a little then :\ Same, I love writing Winter, she's awesomeness and with Jack and Fawks both in love with her, it can lead to some fun :D

Chapter 10

"Would you listen to me?" Winter nudged Fawks as they headed towards a large multi-story building with lights flashing through every window.

'Yeah, yeah, we get in we have a 'fight', I storm off, you get into the V.I.P section and then I wait for you outside while you rob his socks off. I've got it now would you just relax.' She happily flung an arm across Winter's shoulders.

"I can't help being nervous, every time I go out with you something bad happens." Fawks laughed as they neared the doorway and led Winter up some curving steps. They passed along a long line of punters all of whom gave them disgruntled looks as they ignored the obvious queue. Winter glanced back over her shoulder and sighed at the blackness behind her, no matter the danger it would have brought, she would have like to have seen Jack supporting her.

The man at the doorway wasn't quite what she had expected. He was about the same size as a three year old, the tall podium he stood on allowed him to look into their eyes but it was difficult to not to show her surprise at such a physical job being carried out by such a tiny man. He took one look at Fawks and gave a lascivious grin before waving an arm for them to enter. Fawks waved off the grumbles from the line of customers who had yet to make it inside and pulled Winter through the door.

'So?' Fawks grinned, turning to Winter, 'What do you think?' The younger woman turned on the spot, taking in the sporadic lights that flashed in every direction, so brightly she was sure that if she was to stand to close it would blind her. The air was hot, stifling, and she felt slightly dirty just standing in the doorway. She shook her head trying to get some fresh air into her face and to distort the blaring music that had been pumped up to near deafening levels. This was ridiculous, why did people come here? All she could see was couples 'dirty dancing' and chugging back unknown amounts of hyper vodka.

'Erm.' She replied, unsure of how Fawks would take her answer. In the end she didn't even ask for one, instead she pulled Winter into the sweaty masses of dancers and grinned.

'What do you say?' she screamed over the noise, 'bit of fun before we get on.' Winter shook her head. She was good with fun, she loved fun. But fun was a silly dance at a wedding or running from and alien creature with one leg tied to Jack's, not grinding against sweat covered aliens in the den of one of the biggest and most dangerous criminals in the present planetary system. However seeing as her voice would most likely break were she to shout this over to Fawks, Winter decided to leave her answer at a shake of the head.

'Oh alright then.'

She began to drag her closer to the V.I.P section and Winter steeled her face for the grand performance to come.

'I can't believe you would say that!' Winter yelled at Fawks.

'It wasn't meant to upset you I just meant…' She replied, catching on.

'After all I've done for you, I left my family, my home and you treat me like this.'

'What about me? I gave up everything to be with you and you never once acknowledged that!' Fawks flung her hand down as she screamed and the crowds parted. Winter gestured wildly to the other side of the room.

'Well why don't you run off and get it back then if it meant so much to you.'

'You know what I think I will.' Fawks stormed off across the room but not before she sent an inconspicuous wink in Winter's direction.

'Trouble with your friend?' A quick turn and a glance up introduced Winter to the next part of her plan. A guard. She sniffed but glared up at him.

'Yeah but that's old news. I'm free from that crap now. If you'll excuse me I'm going to find someone to go home with.' She got two meters away before she felt a hand on her arm.

'Come with me.'

Fawks watched from afar as Winter was taken under the rope of the V.I.P section. The grin that had covered her face, slid off like water and she bit her lip violently. She hated this, now all she could do was sit and wait for something to happen. With a heavy sigh she took a sip of the strawberry flavoured drink in her hand and kept her eyes on the door. This was a bad idea, anything could go wrong, everything could go wrong. Tyler was a creep. An evil sick creep.

Relax. Winter is clever, she'll be fine. Fawks thought to herself. Taking a long drag of her drink.

The V.I.P room wasn't all that big, in fact it was at least half the size of the previous room but, to Winter's joy, it was much quieter. The music could still be heard thumping through the walls but it was dulled down enough that speech was possible. Well, if she had someone to speak to that is.

'All right ladies, line up.'

Winter looked up at the woman who had just walked in. She was stick thin, with silvery blonde hair pulled up in a tight bun. All the women in the room without partners at their side began to make their way up to a line at the front of the room. Winter leaned over to the man standing a foot or two away from her and asked.

"What are they lining up for?"

"To be chosen." The man replied as if it was obvious.

"Chosen?"

"Where are you from girl? Chosen by Tyler as his guest of honour, for the night." The emphasis on 'for the night' wasn't lost on Winter. She frowned, this hadn't been part of the plan. If she wasn't 'chosen' then all of this work would have been in vain. She sighed and walked forward a little, before she could get into the line a man appeared at the doorway. Trim, suave and rather good looking, he swept back his oiled hair and straightened his tie.

"Ladies." He greeted. One particularly thin girl fainted dead away and Winter rolled her eyes. Really, this guy hadn't a patch on Jack in his RAF uniform.

"I see with have a straggler." She looked up to see Tyler looking right at her and realized she still hadn't made it into the line. The other women sneered at her and sniggered. Well, she'd already made a fool of herself, may as well work it into the plan.

"Oh, I'm not a straggler, I just object to lining up like I'm on display at a butchers." The women gasped and giggled until Tyler turned on them.

"Silence!" they shut up instantly and he turned back to Winter.

"And what, do they call you?" he asked, his voice soft and dangerous.

"Sophia." She replied, not missing a beat. Her old cover name fell out of her mouth without a thought.

"Tell me, Sophia. Have you always been this, strong willed?" She walked closer to him and looked right into his eyes.

"I just know what I want." He stared at her for a few moments before bursting into a loud laugh.

"It appears I have found my honourable guest for tonight." He told the crowd. The women in the line were shocked by the news. Two burst into tears one had to be restrained by her friends and several walked away in a huff. Tyler ignored them and took her arm in his. Winter smiled but underneath concentrated on keeping her composure. A few more hours of this and she could get onto the next stage of her plan.

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