Here we go guys, I know I've been a while, and you've been dying to know her answer…

Ziggymia123: We did survive, but apparently now it's October, and then 2012, don't worry though, Torchwood have got it under control ;) Our pokemon does need a name, but we're abroad currently, so he may have to wait. You know me far too well ;) And I will tell you this, all questions throughout all previous Fawks stories are answered in this one.

Total-animal-lover : It would be hilarious seeing Jack try and train the pokemon…hmm… ideas are stirring :P And John, like Fawks, has more money than sense when it comes to buying gifts and being hopelessly romantic well, there's weddings all around but I somehow think at Torchwood, they never go smoothly, Gwen's for example :P

Bad2Wolf2Mcgee : I'm dying to know what happens, literally, suspense is making me ill. In reply to your email… Your clues, I love them I really do, but they're as bad as the suspense, they're so damn difficult to figure out, your latest two I'm completely lost, and Fawks has a tendency to do that, she knows for a good portion of her life she's not been a good person and I think it haunts her, for as self assured as she is, she's got major issues. As for the blame thing, yeah, she does that too, she's quite happy to shift the blame until someone she cares about gets involved and then she blames herself and it just goes downhill :P

After that massive set of reviews ( I love all of you who do) enjoy!

Chapter 37

Fawks woke up in a haze, Fiji sunlight streaming in the windows, and she momentarily forgot where she was. Then she took in the hanging gossamer around the bed and remembered, her left hand suddenly felt like a dead weight as she turned to look at it. The beautiful ring shone on her finger.

I'm going to get married. She thought numbly. Slowly, letting the thought sink in she smiled. Silently she rolled from the huge bed and noted that the two of then had broken it. Half of the gossamer hanging had been torn down at some point last night but she didn't remember that happening. She looked around the destroyed room. They'd broken nearly everything in it. She smiled, biting her lip to suppress a laugh as her eyes took in the head board that had finger marks out of the wood. That may be awkward to explain to the cleaners.

Pulling on one of the silken robes courtesy of the hotel Fawks wandered to the small kitchen area of the villa. Grabbing a fresh melon of the side she began cutting it up.

She was lounged back in one of the chairs when John woke up, he padded into the lounge and smiled over at Fawks.

"Morning Fiancé,"

"Are going to say that every time."

"Until your Mrs. Hart."

"Falcon Hart." Fawks corrected. "My name is too awesome to just drop."

John rolled his eyes but smiled anyway.

"What's the plan for the day?" Fawks asked.

"Beach. Snorkelling, relaxation."

"Beautiful." Fawks smiled.

"I want to stay here on this beach forever." Fawks purred. Sat back against John, eyes closed as she soaked up the sun. He laughed, running his fingers softly up her arm.

"You'd miss Cardiff."

"Hmm, I could do without the rain."

"You'd miss Ianto."

Fawks smiled.

"Yeah." She nodded. "We could just get them here. Torchwood Fiji."

"Because there's so much alien activity here."

"I'm an alien."

"Yeah but your in no way active," John laughed, looking down at her relaxed form.

"Too warm to be active here, this is where we should store weevils. They'd be too chilled to attack."

"They would get stressed on the plane trip over."

"Hmmm…" Fawks didn't necessarily seem to concerned. To busy soaking up the bright sunlight. They'd been here for two days and had three more glorious days left.

"What would you have done if I'd said no?" Fawks hummed, opening an eye slightly to take in John's face.

"Charmed and seduced you into saying yes." John said simply.

"I don't think our room would have managed so well. Have we always been that destructive?"

"You're the one that rips things up with your claws." John smirked.

"Yeah, and you're the one that kicks things." Fawks smiled.

"If we don't move now we'll miss the scuba meeting." John said, tracing patterns along her arm with his fingers.

"I don't need meeting, I can hold my breath under water for ages." Fawks mumbled, she was very comfortable, and had no intentions of moving.

"Come on you stubborn mare." John laughed, patting her hip and pushing her up, much to her complaints.

"You only want to go because you fancy the scuba instructor and want to make a good impression." Fawks smirked.

"Forgive me for noting the obvious attractiveness of the scuba instructor." John smirked.

"You don't even like scuba diving," Fawks laughed, standing up and brushing off the sand.

The two were lounged in the outside pool as the sunset over the view from their room.

"When we first met. Did you ever think we'd get here?" Fawks asked.

"No way. If you'd have told me when I'd joined the agency I'd be getting married," John laughed softly. "To the most wanted on our list no less," Fawks half smiled, leaning against him. "And I've called you bat shit crazy."

Fawks laughed softly. John's smile faltered slightly.

"What are you thinking?" John nudged her with his elbow.

"I had this dream once." Fawks said softly. "Me and you, big white wedding, the whole shebang. Early winter, after the rain and just before the snow, so we could go away somewhere hot for the honeymoon. Big ceremony, everyone I loved there. Kam in a little tux. And we danced with everyone and it would be brilliant and fantastic and amazing and perfect. And we grow up, gracefully but reluctantly, and Kam would go to school and get girlfriends or boyfriends or both knowing his parentage." John laughed at that. "And he'd grow up and we'd dance at his wedding and we'd be grandparents and life would be perfect."

John hugged her tight.

"So, this is pretty darn close and I'm scared."

"Scared?"

"It's like a universal law wherever I am I'm not allowed to be happy. I'm scared of what I'm going to loose now."

"Screw the universe." John snarled. "No way in hell am I letting it take this from you. From us. I'll take everything the solar system can throw at me with you at my side. Me and you versus the world. Just like old times." John smiled and Fawks couldn't help but join in, he was so sure of himself, she couldn't help but get soaked up in his confidence.

"Now, though I have no doubts I would make a highly attractive prune. And I'm sure you would agree."

Fawks snorted at him as he climbed out of the pool.

"It may feel weird on your skin, like being felt up by an old man, which believe me is not an enjoyable experience."

Fawks made a noise of complete disgust.

"Why am I marrying you again?" Fawks laughed.

"Because regardless of knowing that, you're still going to sleep with me." John smirked knowingly. His cocky smile faded into a genuine one as he said softly.

"We'll be fine. I'll get you your happy ending Rachel." Fawks smiled softly as he padded into the room she muttered quietly to herself.

"Bad guys don't get the happy endings."

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