So yes, hello. I'm back from holiday armed with a new story line and a strong dislike of hard French bread. (I get fed up of having the same thing every day). Anyway, I've been planning this for rather a long time as you all know. So I hope it live up to its expectations :D As for the end of a good man goes to war. I must admit that the end is very very rushed but there are two reasons for this. Firstly I thought the end of the actual ep seemed a bit rushed but you've all watched it ( I hope) and you all know that they just get into the TARDIS and go. But secondly because I want the period between the end of good man and the start of my story line to be very blurred.

Rachy Babes: sorry you couldn't be 300 but if it's any consolation I wanted to be your 200th but I had to settle for 207 :(

Sonotalady: one of these days Fawks will learn that blood is bad and should be looked at, not put off until a later date.

Sashaxh: Don't worry, Fawks is in no danger from me it's Rachy Babes you have to worry about, when it comes to killing Fawks, she's the expert.

Total-animal-lover: I bet he would do if he had the time and Winter isn't too keen on River anyway so I doubt this will help matters.

Born-to-be-lost: I'm glad you like the story. I have to admit I'm pretty shocked at the response it's had over the year or so it's been going. It's crazy!

1945: Pip will be back Very Very soon but then he'll go for Miracle day and come back for Dr Who.

Dwatlaskrhtcm: Jack will also be back very soon but unlike Pip he'll obviously be there for Miracle day too :)

Butterflysmile: :D thank you. Don't worry Jack will be back very very soon. Don't worry I haven't got the power to kill Fawks, that all lies With Rachy Babes, it's her character after all. So there's no threat of me killing her off.

Let's say goodbye with a smile dear,
Just for a while dear, we must part
Don't let this parting upset you,
I'll not forget you, sweetheart,

We'll meet again,
Don't know where, don't know when.
But I know we'll meet again, some sunny day.

Vera Lynn – We'll meet again

Fawks had hugged her goodbye, but there was something behind it, something sad, her heart hadn't been in it. As the Doctor rushed them into the TARDIS to hunt for Melody Pond Winter watched her girlfriend get lost on the battle scene and sighed as the doors swung shut. She would have liked to have had more time to talk with her. To find out what was wrong, she would have like to talk to someone. Anyone.

Several months later…

'Daisy Daisy give me your answer do,

I'm half crazy all for the love of you.

It won't be a stylish marriage

I can't afford a carriage

But you'd look sweet upon the seat

Of a bicycle made for two.'

Winter's song was cut off by the sound of the door opening and a head poking through.

'How are you doing?' She smiled up at her husband and glanced down at the tiny creature in her arms.

'We're fine, she was a little restless this morning but I think she's settled down now.' He sat down on the bed and brushed a dark curl out of the baby girls face.

'She's so beautiful.' He looked up at Winter and nuzzled his nose against hers, 'And so are you.' She smiled and kissed him, the fingers of one hand trailing down his neck and underneath the braces over his shirt. 'I love you.' Carefully she got out of the bed and placed their child down in her crib, arms encircled her waist and an inquisitive face appeared over her shoulder.

'What do you think he'll think of her, when they come to visit?' She stiffened slightly but shook her head gently and turned back to the man behind her.

'This is my life now. Her, us, that's what matters. What he thinks of the situation has no baring on how I live my life.' Winter sighed and stared up at the photo's on the wall.

'But you wish he'd come around to the idea.' Her husband smiled and took her hand in his. 'I know you. You still care what he thinks.' She closed her eyes sadly and nodded.

'Of course I do.'

Winter turned around and snuggled into his chest her fingers trailing along his shoulder and to his neck, there they met the ever present bow tie.

'I'll always care what Jack thinks.'