Thanks to Rachybabes you're getting this a little earlier than expected but this is the start of the Impossible Astronaut. Now I feel like I may be shooting myself in the foot here because the ep didn't make a lot of sense in certain places and obviously I'm not Stephen Moffat so I'm having to do this without knowing how it will end. I do not advise this as a course of action because I may be giving myself a load more work when he finally reveals stuff. Anyway. This starts before the ep does with a little bit of Jack and Winter having some fun, it may be short but there's more to come and the longer I drag it out the less sporadic the updates will be.

'Rachy Babes': Nice to know I managed to make you laugh. You can guess that I finished the Day of the Moon so I'm safe to spend the rest of the week revising, which is good news for my results but bad news for my sanity, (not that there was much to start with).

'Sonotalady': Well you English seems fine so far, just keep reading fanfic (no that wasn't me trying to force you to read my stuff forever *shifty eyes*) Yeah! Come and visit me in Wales! We'll have a dr who party on the beach lol. I'm glad you think the characters aren't too flat, that's always my greatest worry, that people will start to get bored of the characters because you know what they'll do and they're always perfect. Oh yeah we were swamped with stuff on the wedding. Personally I was really happy about it but the amount of new coverage was a bit daft. My mother, sister and I actually went down to join in and all I could think was Rose saying 'We could go down to the Mall, join in with the crowds.' And then the Dr's reply of, 'Nah, that's all just pomp and circumstance, this is history happening right here.' I'm such a geek *dreamy look*

'total-animal-lover': I don't know about improvements, it's difficult to improve something that's already amazing, but I'll try :D

right, remember everyone : SPOILERS ;D

A thorough knowledge I've got about girls,
I've been around.
And after learning a lot about girls,
This is the important fact I found:

I'm no proof
When people say you're more or less aloof,
But you're sensational.
I don't care
If you are called "The Fair Miss Frigid Air,"
'Cause you're sensational.
Making love is quite an art,
What you require is the proper squire
To fire your heart,
And if you say
That one fine day you'll let me come to call,
We'll have a ball,
'Cause you're sensational,
Sensational,
That's all.

Frank Sinatra – You're Sensational

Winter stared at Jack intently from across the room. He nodded once and she turned to the man sitting next to her. 'Daaarling…' she drawled, the English accent shining through in amongst the young Germans in the room. 'Darling, would you mind terribly lighting my…'

'Are you for real?' Jack joined the conversation seemingly angry with her. 'You wanna make yourself look like more of an idiot? Why not just shag him now and have done with?' She rolled her eyes and turned on him, her tone was bored but her eyes were sparkling. 'I bring you all the way out here and you…'

'I was only asking for a light.' She complained

'Look, I…I don't want to be any trouble, I'll be off.' The young man said. He got up to leave and Jack stormed out after him. Winter flipped the bar attendant a coin of some sort and slid from the stool, leaving the dirty room behind her and exchanging it for the cold night air.

'Did you get it?' She turned sharply to see Jack leaning against the wall, a grin plastered over his face. Without a second thought she burst out laughing and skipped over to his side.

'Are you kidding? It's me we're talking about.' She held up the small book she had pinched from the young man and he laughed, throwing an arm over her shoulder as they walked away.

'And you're sure it won't be missed.' She shrugged and began flicking through the pages of immaculate writing.

'Christopher Isherwood was an artist, he didn't just chuck anything into his books, in fact he picked his life apart very carefully. This diary is only a few weeks old and nothing of any importance happened over the past few weeks, we'll be fine.' He nodded and looked up at the sky.

'So that's Shakespeare's quill, Tolkien's pipe, Kipling's glasses, Austen's bonnet and now Isherwood's diary. What's next on the list?' She smiled softly and hugged the diary to her chest turning to look at him.

'Jack?'

'Yeah?'

'Why don't we do something…for you? I mean we've been chasing famous writers for, I don't know, two months since we left the Doctor. What do you want to do?' He looked down at her and studied her face. The Blue streaks had grown out since they'd been off the TARDIS but she had hardly cut her hair so the tips of it were still coated in the dye. Her violet eyes sparkled with contentment and silently questioned him.

'You want to know what I want to do?' She laughed and snuggled in closer as they walked.

'Well yeah, I wouldn't have asked otherwise.'

'I want to stay like this. For the rest of my life, I want to spend the whole of time slipping through space just…enjoying myself. No worry, no sadness, I want to be able to look down at you all the time and know your happy and safe and that that's not going to change.' She blushed at his rather poetic answer as he continued to proclaim his desires to nobody in particular. 'I want to wake up every morning by your side and think, 'How can I make her happy today?' I want to find a new way to make you smile every day and buy you stupid amounts of stuff that you can't even carry with you.' She laughed and looked up at the stars, 'I want you to marry me.' She stopped dead and looked up at him…what. 'I want you to marry me.' He repeated. She shook her head, realising she must have spoken out loud. 'Well, what do you think?' A thousand answers poured into her mind but none of them could be clearly plucked from her brain.

'No.'

The world seemed to hold its breath in anticipation as Jack took in her words. His shoulders slumped a little but he held himself together nodding to her carefully.

'Ok.' He began to continue walking but she was left staring at him as he went.

'No Jack, No.' she chased after him and latched onto his arm. 'No it's not Ok. Please, hear me out?' He sighed and stopped walking, staring out straight ahead before turning her way. 'I don't mean, no never, I just mean…not right now.'

'What's wrong with right now?'

'Nothing, only…'

'Only?' She frowned to herself and rubbed her gloved hands over her face.

'Only…look, I've never had much faith in marriage. I'm not against it I just never saw it working out for me. I mean, think about it Jack, I have no family, I can count my friends on my fingers and I have a relationship with a half demon criminal from another dimension…The idea of me settling down.'

'I never said settle down, nothing will change.'

'But it will. We'll be husband and wife, paired off into some quaint little category, a nice title for people to label us with all because we have a piece of paper. I don't need a piece of paper to prove how much you love me. I just… I don't think it's the right time.' Jack nodded but she could tell he didn't understand. He took her arm again and they returned to their lodging in silence. He jumped onto the bed and stretched his arms back behind his head looking over at her as she made an odd noise. Because while he'd been making himself comfortable she had gone over to the desk and sitting on the polished top was a blue envelope marked with a number 3. She ripped it open and pulled out the card inside, reading it through.

'What is it?' Jack asked, only half interested.

'We've got to get back home.' She replied.

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