[I feel a bit mean putting this little up after such a long time so I'm going to put the whole thing up. However this bit has to be split ( in my mind) so it will be in two chapters :) thanks for sticking with me. I'm feeling a lot better now so it should speed up after Christmas :)

I got Two BRILLIANT stories sent to me! First off Rachy Babes who wrote an amazing snippet of working with Winter. It's such a good laugh and if you like this story I assure you, you'll love it! It's called "Snowy statues" and can be found on her profile. Seriously READ IT!

Secondly sonotalady wrote a few little drabbles from different moments in time. I especially like the forth one. Which was so cute I've actually referred to it in a much later chapter, there's a little secret for you! Its called "Winter? Nemo? Who cares!"

Remember, if anyone else wants to write one or it you've written one and you want to do another, go ahead. Theses two really cheered me up and got me writing again! I LOVE reading them.]

You stand in the line just to hit a new low

You're faking a smile with the coffee to go

You tell me your life's been way off line

You're falling to pieces every time and I don't need no carryin' on

Daniel Powter- Bad Day

(bit of an understatement I guess)

To The Last Man: part 2

The last time she'd been up here Jack had brought her. It was when Toshiko was struggling with her alien lover, and Owen had been back at the hub working on the case of the young man with a hole in his chest. She'd been cold and Jack had placed his coat over her shoulders.

Another tear slipped down her face and she huddled into a ball close to the edge. The city was so quiet from the roof of the town hall. The cars passed her by and the first few rays of light shone from the rising sun. It was peaceful but really, she wanted someone to share it with. She shivered and tried to tuck her knees further into her chest. She didn't want to go back to the hub. Not while they all hated her. Why had she been so stubborn? Why didn't she just tell him as soon as she realised what was happening? She lowered her face onto her knees and pulled as tightly as she could, her shoulders shook with the fear of what was happening to her mind and body. No doubt Jack would never let her take sleeping pills again so what would happen? Would she just wither away and die? Would they freeze her until they could find an answer? She'd seen what it did to Tommy, coming out in a new year and seeing everyone wearing new clothes, with new events mattering and not knowing who would be there to open the casket and more importantly, who wouldn't.

She jumped when a soft weight covered her shoulders and looked up. Immediately she relaxed and grasped the arm of the man in front of her.

'What's happening to me?' she asked in a broken whisper.