Hello again. Nice to see you little monkeys have been keeping yourself busy, well here's a nice distraction for you.

'Sonotalady': This ones a little happier and we have some more Ianto as well :) The target practise scene is Ace! Any more suggestions for little spin off scene are always appreciated, you never know they might get written :) Yes being in a parallel univers probably would suck, but there are good points as the rest of this story will prove *evil grin*

I'm sure I used to know this stuff

"Ianto, is there any chance you can bring round a pizza or something?" Winter asked into her phone.

"I thought Rachel was cooking you a meal?"

"Yeah, she was supposed to, but…" Winter looked around at the kitchen, Fawks glaring at the oven with a fire hydrant still in her hands. "It didn't go so well,"

Two hours earlier.

"Where are you going?" Jack asked as Fawks hobbled, out of the hub.

"Home," she replied, "It's boring here. Coming Win? Or are you going to stay here and clean mugs?" Winter hopped down the stairs,

"What's for tea?"

"I'll cook,"

"You can cook?" Winter asked.

"I lived on the streets for over half my life." Fawks scoffed. "But we need to go super market."

TTT

"Ok, so, what are we having? Except for Devil's Food cake?" Winter asked, looking into the carrier bag, Fawks limped to the kitchen and nodded to the counter, her ankle still bound up, Winter sighed and sat up on the counter.

"We're going to have… erm…" Fawks paused. Looking in cupboards and the fridge. "Beef Stir fry." She stated. Winter reached under the cupboard and pulled out the wok.

"Are you sure you know how to cook?" she said, watching in amusement as Fawks sliced up some onions and had to keep wiping her eyes of tears.

"Yes, why?"

"Because your peppers are burning." Winter told her, looking to the wok that smoke was steadily rising from.

"Ah!" Fawks yelped hopping over to the pan. Winter laughed as Fawks looked into the wok, then back up at her showing the contents of the pan, some charred black pieces of what could have once been vegetables. "I used to be able to cook, and then Ianto came into my life," Fawks shrugged, gouging out the peppers and slicing up new ones. Winter rolled her eyes and left only for a minute, when she came back the oven was on fire.

"Fawks,"

"Yeah, it's on fire." Fawks said, standing back.

"You can't really cook that well, can you?" She looked over at the flames.

"Apparently not." She laughed, grabbing the small fire hydrant from behind the door and turning the gas on the oven off, Winter rolled her eyes and read the instructions of the Devil's food cake as Fawks put out the fire.

Present

"Thanks Ianto," Winter smiled, standing back to let him in, Fawks looked over at him and smiled.

"Do you want some cake, Toes?" she asked, laid out across the sofa with a piece of chocolate cake.

"How was the cooking?" Ianto laughed.

"We made cake!" Fawks said, looking delighted with herself.

"The stir fry didn't go down so well," Winter said, shooting a playful glare over at the demon.

"Woks are stupid," Fawks pouted. "It's just a big pan with an extra handle. The cake went well though,"

"That's because you sat in front of the oven door for half an hour making sure nothing went wrong." Winter laughed. "Big kid,"

"It's good cake." Fawks protested. Ianto rolled his eyes and passed Winter the pizza.

"Why's this place so clean?" Ianto asked, looking around, Fawks wasn't known for cleanliness.

"Winter's got OCD."

"I do not have OCD, just because you're the biggest pig in the universe."

"She's got a point Rachel, you're worse than Jack." Ianto agreed with Winter.

"Honestly, when she lived with me and Jack would come over, they would just look at the place and it would become messy," Ianto said causing Winter to laugh.

"Want to stay for tea Toes?" Fawks called over.

"Yeah, sure."

TTT

"No." Both Winter and Ianto said at the same time, pulling the big cake away from Fawks.

"Eat your pizza first." Ianto ordered. Fawks glared at the both of them before taking a piece of pizza. Her eyes focused on the cake and very slowly it began to slide across the table towards her.

"Hey!" Winter grabbed the plate back. "No psychic mojo." Fawks smirked and the plate tugged against Winter's hand.

"Rachel." Ianto warned. The demon sighed and bit into her pizza.

"Why do you call her Rachel, not Fawks?" Winter questioned.

"I never used to call her Fawks, not since she told us her name."

"Cause he's odd." Fawks said simply.

"Because you're my Rachel." Ianto said. Winter smiled, the two of them obviously close but not in a romantic way, best friends. In a way she felt a little jealous, this was how she used to be with Ianto, the playful banter, the silly looks, she missed them all so much.

"Stop being such a sap, Twinkle Toes, and go get the cripple and her friend a beer." Fawks said with a grin.

"Oh because you're such a cripple." Ianto smiled, going to the fridge.

"She won't let me move," Fawks said, nodding to Winter.

"Jacky said not to." Winter said.

"Jacky hasn't seen some of the states Rachel's got herself into." Ianto said. "She's milking her "broken ankle" for sympathy." Ianto said knowingly. Winter looked round at Fawks, who had her head down trying to hide a smile.

"What?" Fawks looked up and met Winter's eyes with a smirk, standing up and walking perfectly normally round the table and grabbed the cake. Winter laughed shaking her head.

"Yeah, I was. And it worked." Fawks smirked, kissing Winter on the cheek before heading back to the couch.

"How long have you known?" Winter asked Ianto.

"About a day," Ianto said.

"And you didn't think to tell me," Winter smiled. Rolling her eyes at the demon who had started on her cake and was slowly getting herself covered in chocolate icing.

"She jumped off a bus shelter, I figured she could do with some sympathy." Ianto laughed.

"Hi 5 to you Ianto Jones." Fawks called over.

TTT

'It's nearly done.' Jack called as he practically skipped down from the upper levels of the hub the next day. He brandished the manipulator in one hand and slapped it down on one of Toshiko's old scanners.

'No need to sound so happy about it.' Fawks grumbled. 'How long have we got then?'

'Couple of days at the most, when the light on the screen comes on it'll be ready, all she'll have to do is key in the command and she'll be gone.' Fawks frowned and glanced at Winter who was lying on the sofa with the earphones in.

'I'll tell her later.' Jack smiled gently.

'You can't keep her here Fawks it's not fair on her.' The demon crossed her arms and pouted like a small child. 'No.'

'Fine, I'll tell her after dinner tomorrow.'

'Dinner?' Fawks nodded, 'All of us again.' She nodded again, 'Am I paying.' This nod came with a large grin.

What neither had noticed was that Winter's song had stopped and she hadn't changed it just so she could listen to their conversation. She carefully kept her eyes closed and attempted not to smile. She'd be home soon.

Next time: a turn of events