Thanks to a little bet that she herself initiated Fawks now has to marry me :D just thought you should all know.

Anyway, onto the actual story :)

'Sashaxh': I'm sorry to say Jack won't be back for a little while but I do have it planned out. He will be back and there WILL be a wedding :)

'sonotalady': yes I think Nemo may resort to chaining herself to Jack when he comes back. It might be an interesting situation ;)

'Rachy Babes': Yeah, let's do that again…sometime after exams. Yeah I realised when they fell out in the cold room that they do seem to spend a lot of time fighting sometimes so I figured I'd slip in a little explanation. I love it when someone says something inappropriate. And John was just the perfect candidate.

And i need to be patient
And i need to be brave
Need to discover
How i need to behave
And I'll find out the answers
When i know what to ask
But i speak a different language
And everybody's speaking too fast

Miniature disasters and minor catastrophoes
Bring me to my knees

Well I must be my own master
I've got to run a little faster
I need to know I'll last if a little
Miniature disaster hits me
It could be the death of me

Miniature Disasters – KT Tunstall

Winter growled in frustration as she picked up a pot noodle from the stairs of the TARDIS and threw it into the bin bag in her hands. 'If you lot don't start picking things up,' she yelled, 'I'll start throwing everything away.' As if to show she meant her threat she picked up Amy's red checked shirt and threw it in the young woman's direction. The red head laughed it off and threw it back over the railings, taking her place in front of the dart board to have her go. Suddenly the Doctor switched off 'supermassive black hole' that had been playing in the background and looked up.

'Who wants fish and chips?' Rory put his hand up tentatively but Winter wrinkled her nose and shook her head. 'I'll drop you all off, take your time. Don't rush.' He pointed at them accusatively and set to work on the console.

'But I said no.' Winter moaned. He patted her shoulder as he passed by but Rory had a question.

'And you?'

'Things to do, things involving…other things.' Winter raised an eyebrow and took Jack's captains hat from the seat she had set it on.

'I think I'd rather do 'Other things' thanks' she told him. Amy rushed up onto the platform.

'Yeah, us to.'

'Nope.' He argued. She frowned and moved towards him.

'Whatever you're up to, I personally would like to be a part of it.' She gave him a hard look as he gazed at her in a mix of sadness and indecision. 'What?' he wasn't given enough time to answer. Winter looked up and yelped.

'Hold on!' seconds later an alarm sounded and the TARDIS began to shake violently back and forth. The Doctor looked up at the monitor.

'Solar tsunami!' he yelled, 'comes directly from your sun, a tidal wave of radiation! A big, big, biiig!' Winter tumbled down the side of the glass floor and rolled underneath the console. She closed her eyes tightly and folded herself into a ball, her hands clutching at the hat and her hair as they rode the storm out. Over the sound of the room shaking and rattling she could hear crying, the screams of a child, getting louder and louder and louder until she felt it would burst her ear drums and she screamed along with it.

Then it was gone.

Every noise stopped and she looked up, uncurling and pushing herself into a seated position. The Doctor was stood right above her, Amy sat on one of the seats and Rory crouching on the glass floor. 'Text book landing.' The Doctor smiled. Winter pulled herself to her feet and held her hands out flat at her sides as if feeling the air around her. She looked around herself as everyone up-stairs walked down towards the outside doors and shook her head before walking towards them.

They walked out of the doors and examined the 13th century monastery they seemed to have appeared beside.

'Oooo, we've gone all medieval.' Amy commented.

'Not sure about that.' Rory replied.

'What medieval expert are you?'

'No it's just… I can hear Dusty Springfield.' Everyone stopped and listened before heading over to the Doctor. He began some technical babble but Winter didn't listen, she headed up the wooden steps into the main courtyard, the space was massive, she felt tiny looking around the towing stone structures. Frowning as she pressed her hand against the masonry she was reminded of Cardiff castle and she thought back to the only time she'd ever been inside. Jack had taken her for a day trip, they'd eaten ice cream and discussed Pip's materialisation in the building. God that dated it, if Pip had only just arrived it must have been years ago but she could remember it like it was last week.

An alarm blared and she yelped as a technical voice yelled 'Intruder Alert'. Everyone rushed past her and she felt the Doctor grab her hand as he hurried forwards. They tumbled into a wide room filled with wires and metal case boxes for materials. In wire frames around the room, people lay, prone, stretched out and seemingly comatose. The Doctor let go of her hand and she walked over to one of the people and laid a hand on his chest, he was alive and he seemed to be human, so what was all the technology for.

A man rushed through the door with a long spear like object, followed by another man and a women all in orange jumpsuits. Winter looked up at the man she had her hand on and back at the two men who had just arrived. One of them was the same man whose heart was beating under her palm.

'Oi! Get your hand off me.' Winter snatched her hand back as the young man shuffled in front of them. Two more people joined, another woman and another man they too were identical to the comatose figures strung up on the metal grating. The Doctor began to work his normal magic, getting them invited in with just his constant babble and the psychic paper. Normally Winter would be interested in this kind of stuff, she'd be laughing at the boyish grin on the Doctor's face, the worried look Rory was giving the spear but at the moment she couldn't care less. She just wanted to get back on the TARDIS and finish cleaning. That's all she'd been doing lately; sleep, clean, read, sleep, clean, read. The Doctor had never asked her about this timetable but he was always there with her.

After the trouble when Jack disappeared he had leant her his room to stay in. He didn't want her in her own room, fearing she would become too caught up in emotions if she was tired. Now he lay on the covers next to her, his nose deep in a book or a new piece of wiring and watched over her while she slept beside him. And sleep she did. He had let her stay awake for a few days but after that he had informed her that if she didn't attempt to get back to a normal sleeping pattern he would slip her sedatives. So now she trudged along beside him every night, curled up under the sheets and relaxed her mind until she felt herself drift off. All the while he sat beside her in silence.

When she cleaned he was never more than a room away. He would make an excuse and follow her to the kitchen then sit and talk with her while she scrubbed and swept. Every so often he would make her a cup of tea or hand her a biscuit and she would stop for a while and smile at him as he chatted away like a five year old. The scene was so very domestic that Amy had snapped a few pictures of it and pinned them to the notice board in the study.

The reading part hadn't changed. He still took a seat on the sofa and allowed her to curl up between his legs while they studied the books together and sipped mugs of hot chocolate. One night the Doctor had noticed she had fallen asleep and untangled himself from her. He'd snuck around to the other fireplace that no one ever used and snatched the bear skin rug from the floor, draping it over his back. She'd woken to a growling noise and a bear's head in her face. The resulting scream caused Amy and Rory to rush inside holding a saucepan and a rolling pin aloft. The Doctor had collapsed on the floor laughing and everyone else soon followed suite.

But moments like this. Moments in adventures when things hadn't gotten started and she wasn't running on adrenaline, when he was almost ignoring her for the more pressing matters at hand. They were the moments she missed Jack most, the moments she just couldn't be bothered. She sighed and watched as everyone began heading out of the room and towards what seemed to be a bath, just a very high tech one. She glanced to the side and noted that no one was watching her so she back out of the room very slowly and headed back out into the courtyard. Carefully she climbed the stone steps up to the battlements of the monastery.

Winter leant against the side of the wall and sighed. 'Ianto was right,' She told the air, 'Everything is more fun when Jack's here.'

'I doubt that very much.' Winter spun around and took a step closer to the short wall she had been leaning over. In front of her stood a cloaked figure, the same cloaked figure that had saved her from the silence.

'Who are you?' she demanded.

'I am… your future.' She would have bristled with anger had she not been so frightened.

'I'm fed up, I'm tired, my fiancé has disappeared to god knows where and I could really do with a hug. Do not play games with me, I am NOT in the mood.' He seemed to chuckle and nodded.

'I am an old friend who will be reborn. My race will rise and you shall assist. We shall walk from the fiery lands of our banishment, our death, and we shall bend worlds to our will, great minds will fall at riddles end and the children of my people shall begin once more…' Winter held her hand up.

'Perhaps I didn't make it clear. I. Am. Tired. I have not got the energy to be working out your stupid riddles so now you have a choice. Either attack me, tell me what's going on in plain English or sod off until you're ready to reveal the inner workings of you insane mind.' Lightning flashed around her and she looked up towards the sky. 'The solar storm.' She mumbled looking around herself.

'Yes, the beginning of the end for some.'

'What do you mean?'

'something is not quite right in your mind, someone is missing.'

'Yes,' she frowned, 'Jack is.'

'That fool captain is not who I speak of.' Winter growled and tightened a grip on her sword.

'Don't call him a fool.'

'The one I speak of is the welding of the greatest alliance the universe has ever seen and will ever know. The beginning of a companionship that will know no fear or failure. And it begins, with you.' He held out a gloved hand and Winter looked down at the piece of white material he held in his hands. She snatched it away from him and examined it. It was a thin cotton material, about the size of a tea towel but it was decorated like a handkerchief, with a pattern of small white flowers with pinkish tips to the petals and yellow centres. In the corner was an intricate design of circles and tiny triangles.

'Gallifreyan?' she asked in confusion but when she looked up, the hooded figure had disappeared.

Review? :)

Right, I just wanted to let you all know that yes I am planning on doing Miricale Day at the moment. However It won't be up for a while. Not because I'm lazy because it'll be over summer and I'll have plenty of time. However. To have Jack and Winter together it needs to take place when he's back and he won't be back until Dr who comes back in the autumn. (trust me, I know it sucks). It should give everyone time to watch it and it will also give me time to make it the best I feel it can be. In the mean time I'll try and come up with some extra stories, maybe even some from back hen Torchwood was still around :)