I had a horrible dream last night that someone reviewed this story and just said it was awful but refused to explain why :( see This is obviously turning me mad. Therefore I have decided to thank all of my reviewers from this story, 'What's in a Name' and 'Words have meaning names have power' because your all lovely and when you criticise you tell me what it was that you didn't like and let me learn. I love you all my cute little monkey followers and long may this continue.

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'Sonotalady': Oh *embarrassed face* that would explain why there was no review. Don't worry I wasn't upset with you considering your pretty much the only reviewer for this story at all. Chapter titles are sometimes difficult with this because I want them all to be lines from Dr Who. The problem comes in the fact that I'm trying to remember them all off the top of my head. So far I've managed it but it does get rather difficult so I'm glad you like them :)

There are better things to do today, Dying can wait

It was like being ripped in half. Her mind convulsed in the dark and was thrown this way and that as she silently screamed. There was a wall, a wall between her and the TARDIS she could feel it calling for her. A heartbreaking cry of loss, like a mother who'd lost a child. She let out a pathetic whimper and called back to the voice in her mind. 'I'm here! I'm here! Please don't… don't leave me… please! Don't leave me here!' The TARDIS called back to her as she floated in the dark, every nerve alive with pain and fear. She heard a voice, a voice that seemed so far away.

'What's wrong with it?'

'I don't know, she's …'

'She's what Doctor?'

'She's crying.'

'Machines don't cry.'

'She's not a machine she's a sentient being and she's upset, don't be rude.' Tears tried to force themselves from Winter's eyes but something stopped them as the voices continued. One sarcastic and the other soothing. 'What is it? What's wrong love?' The TARDIS let out a low sound of mournful defeat and Winter cried out in despair as the voices and the hum disappeared from her mind. All that was left was the pain and as it grew stronger and stronger she felt she was going mad.

With a scream of excruciating pain she burst to life on the morgue table.

TTT

Winter was panting, her head hurt and she was sweating, she looked around, she could hear voices up the stairs. "I don't care, I've told you, you are not putting her in the morgue." Fawks snarled.

"Just calm down…" Jack soothed.

"God help me Harkness, you tell me to calm down one more time and I will happily shoot you in the face."

"Rachel, it's alright, she's out of the morgue, let's just talk about this."

"I've nothing to talk about Ianto. She's getting a funeral. I will not have her falling out of existence."

"Where's she going to be buried?" Gwen asked gently.

"There's this warehouse. Or there was, where she was, I've looked, it's not here anymore, it got knocked down now there's just a huge expanse of grass, and that's where she's going. Where Andrew House doesn't exist."

Winter hearing all this let out a low groaning noise. "What the hell was that noise." Fawks froze, standing and looking down to the med bay. Winter turned her head and looked at her blearily without sitting up. Her body still hurt and she felt rather sick. Fawks' jaw dropped, and then she broke into a grin so big, it her face felt like it was splitting. Not bothering with the stairs she vaulted over the bars and landed with a thud, running to Winter and dragging her up into her arms.

"What?" Ianto asked.

"How?" John said, looking as confused as Jack. Winter turned to slip off the table but her mouth was suddenly occupied, Fawks pulled her desperately against her and Winter's eyes slid shut as she leant into the kiss. Fawks pulled away but kept her forehead to Winter's.

"Ever do that to me again and I will kill you myself." Fawks said, pressing against Winter's lips again.

"I think I just proved that to be rather dificult," Winter mumbled still a little delirious. She pulled back and slid off the table, her limbs refused to work though and she collapsed into a heap, swearing fluently in welsh. Fawks, Ianto and Gwen snorted slightly.

'You alright?' Fawks asked as she dipped down to help Winter back onto the table.

'I just died so not really.' Jack hadn't said a thing. He walked slowly down the stairs and stood right in front of her. She knew what he was thinking, everyone did but he was obviously struggling to come to terms with it.

'How?' he whispered. She sighed and looked up at him.

'Like I said, I'm connected to the TARDIS, if she feels me dying she reaches out for me and pretty much steals my vital processes and consciousness. Then when the damage is fixed she sends me back to my own body.'

'If you can do that then how come your friends think you're dead?' Jess asked, leaning on the wall. Winter shook her head.

'The TARDIS has amazing reactions but not even she's quick enough to save me if I get shot in the head or something. Weeping angels move so fast you blink and you're dead.'

'But your body was fine when Fawks brought you in,' Jack mentioned, 'Why did it take you so long.' The pain was slowly receding from Winter's head but something else was gone too.

'I'm in a different universe…' Winter paused, 'She's calling to me but… she can't get to me and I can't get to her. I need to try again, I need to go back.' Fawks looked at her surprised and realization of what she was saying dawned on her.

'No way.'

Winter sighed and slid of the table slowly, testing her legs out. When she was certain they could take her weight she steadily made her way over to the stairs. With every step her body became more used to moving and she was back to normal by the time she reached the main hub. 'No, Winter, No. It's not safe, I won't let you.'

'What's she planning?' John asked as the team watched both women.

'She's going back to limbo.' Fawks replied, watching Winter closely the young women rounded on Fawks.

'Have you ever been separated from that demon inside you Rachel?' she asked. Fawks frowned.

'Why are you calling me Rachel?'

'Because I'm talking to Rachel, not the demon. Together you make Fawks, alone you're the demon and Rachel and at this moment in time I'm talking to you Rachel.' Fawks looked over at the team who were warily eyeing them.

'Yes, we were separated, once.'

'How did it feel?' She was silent but the look of loss and pain on her face told Winter the answer. 'She's giving up Rachel, The TARDIS is giving up on me, she's dying. She's not ill or broken, she's just … depressed. Lost the will to live. Without the TARDIS I'm just Ethel Saunders. Daughter of a drunk father and an abusive mother. Sister of a boy who burnt to death in a drug induced haze leaving her to look after 30 orphaned kids.' Winter sighed, 'The TARDIS IS Nemo now. And when she dies I die.' Fawks shook her head. 'I have to go back.'

'I won't let you.' Winter sighed and looked up at her through her lashes.

'You don't have to.' She closed her eyes and reached out for that last touch of light, just beyond the mental wall, the barrier in her mind. She was almost at it when she felt a slap to her face. Her eyes blinked open and Fawks glared at her.

'What could happen?' she yelled, 'If you do this what could happen?' Winter looked over to John who had grabbed Fawks arms after the slap. 'Tell me! I deserve to know.' She was right and everyone knew it.

'There's a barrier up in my mind, the Doctor put it there. If I mess around with it then it might break.'

'And if that happens?' Ianto asked. Winter looked over at him and had to look away.

'I stop sleeping.' She wanted to leave it at that but Ianto was always more perceptive of her then she would have liked.

'And if that happens?' She sighed and refused to meet his eyes.

'I get more weary. Slowly I start to go mad, eventually I fall into a coma and after that I die.' Fawks fought against John and Ben grabbed her from the front.

'Either way you die.' Ianto told her.

'Not necessarily, if I'm careful the barrier might stay up. I just need to reassure the TARDIS, she needs to stop dying. If I can do that and get back she'll be fine and if she's fine then I'm fine.' Ianto looked at Fawks and then back at Winter.

'Do it.'

'Toes!' Fawks yelled. He rounded on her and pointed his finger.

'We all saw how you reacted when she died, If there's a chance then this is it.' Winter wasn't listening to the argument. It was keeping Fawks busy. She sat on the floor and eased her way behind the barrier. It was like trying to push through a sea of tar, but slowly the tar thinned slightly.

Fawks was released and she rushed over to Winter, running a hand down her arm, she was out of it. She turned and glared at the others.

TTT

Winter reached out for that last glimpse of light her senses were gone, her mind knew nothing but the warmth that she just about grasped. With a sudden burst like a firework, the world around her exploded and she was thrown back into the darkness.

TTT

Fawks gasped as Winter flinched and collapsed, seemingly dead. Jack sat next to her and Ianto opposite. She hadn't the strength to argue with any of them yet, not until this was over.

TTT

Winter knew this feeling. The ripping sensation in her head but this time she ignored it. She groaned with the effort of reaching out to the TARDIS. It was ill, obviously, hardly functioning. The voices were dim, far away.

'This is ridiculous, it's broken, let's take it to get it fixed.'

'It doesn't work like that Amy, there's no one left to fix her but me. I don't think this is to do with the wiring anyway.'

'Then what is it?'

'Something else.'

'Oh well that makes total sense… Oh, you don't mean something do you… you mean someone. The TARDIS misses her.'

'We all miss her Amy.' There was a long pause an then a faint continuation. 'I told her that when the TARDIS died she would, I never even contemplated that it might work the other way around as well.'

Winter built up all the memories of love and happiness she could think of and held them in her head, overpowering the pain. With a final push she flung them in the direction of the voices. If this didn't work then she had not clue what to do. There was silence for what seemed like an age. Suddenly the darkness became somehow brighter.

'Oh! Oh what was that, What? Um.'

'Doctor what did you do?'

'I didn't do anything!'

'You've always done something.'

'Amy Pond I swear, on my life, it wasn't me.'

'Then what was it?' A song from long ago filtered through and embraced the voices, Winter longed to be able to feel it, she heard but felt nothing. The light was bright but by no means warm. The Pain was creeping back into her system and taking over her senses but she could hear the TARDIS joyfully singing at her gift. Winter let out a chocked sob of yearning for the ship and let the pain take her.

Fawks jumped and watched while Ianto fussed as Winter leapt to life with a painful yell. He leaned over her and made soothing noises and the other woman took several fast breaths.

'Did it work?' He asked. Winter couldn't talk, she was to out of breath but she nodded smiling. That golden light was back in her mind, shining brightly behind the screen. She pushed herself of the floor and grinned at Fawks. The demon simply looked at her and walked past her, out of the hub. Everyone watched her go and Ianto leant forward taking Winter's hand. 'Thank you.' He murmured. She frowned.

'For what?'

'Coming back.'

Only two more chapter left… Next time: A present disguised as angst