I was out very late last night so will most likely fall fast asleep as soon as I've put this up. :) ahh the life of a student, I don't get it, it doesn't make me feel young, if anything it makes me feel like I'm too old for it.

Sashaxh: If you read the Authors note on the Miracle Day Preface it will explain about Fawks. You should read the chapter I mentioned because not only is is basically from Winter's POV but it's really well written and should clear things up for you :)

Rachy Babes: I know right! I was in a bad mood when I was writing that ep so there's a lot more fighting than I originally intended. Everything the characters did seemed to grate on Winter's nerves and I figured I'd just leave it in and see how it panned out and considering it's now quite important I figured I'd leave it. I remember seeing him in that tie though and just thinking Oh GOD NEVER NEVER EVER wear that again! It just looked awful!

dwatlaskrhtcm: Jack's poisoning is in the next chapter, first he's got to deal with a little plane related problem called aerophobia :) I love it when he looks after her….you'll see :D

1945: Don't worry Fawks will be back before you know it, she has a habit of turning up and defying death. It drives Rachel crazy :D

Through your eyes
The world was burning
Please be gentle
I'm still learning
You seemed to say
As you kept turning up

They poisoned you with compromise
At what point did you realise
Everybody loves your life
But you ahahh

No one learned from your mistakes
We let our profits go to waste
All that's left in any case
Is Advertising space

Robbie Williams – Advertising Space

'You know, our SUV was way better than this one.' Winter commented as they turned into the airport. Jack smirked but kept quiet, 'This car is defiantly missing some pizzazz. It could be the on-board computers, or the personalised TORCHWOOD sign on the roof.' He chuckled and glanced down at her hands, his frown returning at the sight of the handcuffs encasing her wrists. She sighed, ever since the TORCHWOOD e-mail he had been so much hard work. Just getting him to smile took twenty minutes of well thought out witty comments. 'You know, I preferred the old style hand cuffs.' She told him, 'You could wear them on one wrist and they made and awesome bracelet.' This time he didn't even smile, she saw the plane looming ahead and shuddered. 'We couldn't take a boat or something?' He looked out of the window and replied quietly.

'I don't think it's the plane we should be worrying about now.'

'It's alright for some, Captain. But I'm still not certain this thing is air worthy.' Rex Matheson turned around and pulled a typically melodramatic face.

'Would you two shut up? I don't need earache to go with the pain in my chest.' He immediately got out of the car and the back doors were opened for Jack and Winter to depart. Gwen and Rhys got out of the car behind them and she was already in full rant.

'They can't do this, I'm a British citizen on British soil!'

'Yeah well the fact is the American's have been getting away with this sort of stuff for years.' Rhys replied.

'Hey, hey, hey, hey!' Rex interrupted, 'What is that supposed to be? A criticism? What are you going to do, write to your MP?'

'Sorry, I didn't hear that over the sound of our free healthcare.' Winter growled and he smiled lightly taking a step closer, she drew herself up slightly. Jack shifted towards her but she ignored him.

'Down girl.' Rex joked and tugged at her belt. Jack moved as if to push him off but Winter shook her head as Rex backed off with her sword belt in hand. 'No weapons on the plane.' He commented wryly. Jack was bristling with anger as Rex turned on him, 'And you, fly boy, I'll take this.' He pulled Jack's manipulator off his wrist and waved it in his face.

'That's nothing, it's harmless.'

'Well then you won't mind me having it.' The team watched him go and turned discreetly to talk to each other.

'How's that cut on your arm?' Gwen asked. Jack shook his head a little.

'I'll survive, I'm mortal not dying.'

'Yeah you are,' Winter replied, 'just at the same pace as everyone else here used to.'

'This thing that's happening to the world, this miracle. It must have something to do with you.'

'Great so it's my fault.' Winter glared at Gwen.

'Hey in case it slipped your mind I had a little trouble with the whole dying thing too so do you want to start blaming me as well.'

'It can't be a coincidence.' Gwen retaliated.

'Of course it's not a coincidence, doesn't mean to say it's his fault.' Rhys interrupted. Winter opened her mouth in mild confusion.

'Rhys, are you defending me?' Jack asked.

'Well it's like we all got switched isn't it.' He told them, 'Nothing to do with Jack if the wires got crossed. Everything mortal becomes immortal, so everything immortal becomes mortal.'

'What about me?' Winter asked. Jack looked down at her and shook his head.

'Your connection to the TARDIS is what keeps you alive, but you can die. I'm guessing you'll be fine living the way you were. But don't start testing it out.' She nodded and sneaked a peek over Jack's shoulder at Rex and the Asian woman he had met. He headed over to the group and waved a hand to the police around them.

'Come on, let's go. Take the husband back to Wales.' Winter's eyes met Jack's and she could see the order. Don't fight. She ignored the woman who had grabbed her arms and walked steadily towards the plane, glancing back every few seconds to watch as Gwen and Rhys struggled to get to each other. A sharp pain stabbed at her heart as Gwen cried for Anwen, she turned back to the inside of the plane and let them lead her to an aisle seat on the right. Jack was pushed into the central row next to Gwen, he looked over at her and then up at the space above her head, her sword lay along the base of the overhead compartment. She nodded once and closed her eyes taking a deep breath to calm her nerves.

TTT

Take off was uneventful, Winter held back a whimper of terror at the sight of the earth thousands of feet below them and instead absorbed herself in the provided safety literature. Not that that was helping. She now knew exactly what to do if the plane crashed into water but the thought of having to put it into practice made her stomach turn. If these things were so safe then why would you need the safety instructions for a crash. Surely they are expecting to crash if they make it mandatory to tell everyone what to do in a dangerous situation. She pushed the leaflet back into the pocket and tapped her feet impatiently. She fought with the urge to ask how long the flight was but the steward had been told not to talk to them and she wasn't too keen on Rex so the less contact she was forced to have with him, the better. Jack was trying to get Gwen to open up next to her, why couldn't he shut up…no she wanted him to carry on talking…or maybe for everyone else to shut up and Jack to talk. Her breath was coming quick and fast, too quick and too fast. In her mind gold light was flashing on and off in quick succession and the noise of the world was muffled. She was totally certain that had she not already been sitting down she would have fainted, her hands tingled like the after effects on pins and needles and she couldn't get the image of the plane, falling through the atmosphere, out of her head. She could hear the screams of the passengers and feel the sensation of falling as her breathing became more laboured and her chest ached.

Jack looked over to the side and frowned. 'Nemo?' Gwen, who had turned away from him, looked around at the girl on her own.

'What's wrong with her?' Winter's head was slumped forward lolling slightly and her breathing was quick and erratic. Her hands gripped base of the seat between her legs as she shook. Jack snapped off his seat belt and knelt at her side feeling her pulse.

'Hey, Hey! Back in your seat!' Rex yelled as he came out of the bathroom.

'What's wrong with her Jack?' Gwen called over. He took her sweaty hands in his and her grip tightened to an uncomfortable pressure.

'Nemo? Kitten what is it?' He tried to listen but Rex was having none of it.

'I don't care what it is between you two but…' Jack snapped at him.

'Will you shut up a minute?' Rex was so shocked that his next sentence failed, enough time for Winter's quiet mantra to be heard by those in the immediate vicinity.

'I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die.'

'What is up with her?' Rex questioned. Jack stood up and faced him.

'She's afraid of flying remember. She slept through the last one but you threw her on a plane and stuck her by herself and now she having a panic attack so if you want to be useful get us some water and let her sit with me.'

'No, oh no no no, no fraternising on the plane.' Jack rolled his eyes.

'Have you taken a good look at her? She's not exactly in any state to 'fraternise' as you put it.' Gwen snapped. Rex waved a hand.

'Fine.' Jack snapped off Winter's belt and pulled her over to his seat. She curled up on his lap and he whispered to her gently.

'Kitten, I want you to take some deep breath with me ok?' she shook but nodded all the same and he counted her down quietly. Gwen watched in interest as Jack managed to slowly calm her down. Somehow this didn't seem odd. The hours of time she had spent with Jack and Ianto together and yet it didn't seem at all strange that Winter was in a relationship with him. The marriage had surprised her but only because it had been so long since she'd seen them and it wasn't something she had expected. Now though, now she saw it in action, it looked almost normal. So now she was just curious. How did Winter deal with Jack's constant flirting, and although she had heard Winter remind Jack that Fawks was dead, how had Jack dealt with the relationship. Gwen blushed a little when she noticed Jack staring back at her. Winter seemed to be asleep against his chest.

'She looks different.'

'The TARDIS rebooted.' He told her. 'She's a touch taller and for a while it zapped the colour from bits of her hair, hence the blue dye. I think she just likes it now.' He smiled fondly, happy to be able to talk about something without Gwen becoming too upset.

'Did I hear that Fawks…' sadness filled Jack's eyes.

'We got a message from the other Torchwood. Something big went down in Cardiff. Fawks ran off, tried to save the world…' Jack looked down at Winter and whispered the final word, 'Alone.' Gwen caught the double meaning and nodded carefully. The idea of Fawks dying alone must have half killed the young woman in Jack's arms. She considered leaving it at that, but while Jack was here and talking, with nowhere to run, she had another question.

'What happened to you two?' Jack raised an eyebrow.

'What do you mean?'

'You, you panicked when I asked her to hold Anwen and don't pretend you didn't because I saw those quick looks at her. As for her she used to be so full of life, now there's something there like… like she's searching for something.' Jack took a deep breath.

'You always had a talent for finding the questions I didn't want asked.' Gwen didn't know whether to be proud or offended by the comment, but Jack seemed to be talking so she stayed quiet. 'We got separated. That's what we argued about in the car. Only, soon after the separation something infected our minds. Not just Winter and I but the Doctor, Pip, the Doctor's two companions and John.'

'Hart?' Jack nodded.

'It was like Adam all over again. Remember what Winter told us, we all really believed that was how our life had been. Well I thought I'd had a bad break up with Nemo and gone back to John and Nemo… she thought she was in love with the Doctor.' Gwen frowned.

'But what was the point? To split you up?'

'The point was Daisy.'

'Daisy?' Gwen prompted.

'Daisy.' Both looked down at Winter who shifted in Jacks arms and sighed the name, a smile on her lips. He licked his lips and looked back at Gwen.

'An alien, one of the pantheon of discourse, only she looked like a human child. Daisy was given to the Doctor and Winter and their minds were changed to believe they were her parents.'

'I don't like where this is going.' Gwen glanced down at Winter, her voice dark.

'Daisy was the key to the pantheon taking over the universe, she heralded the start of a new order, the end of not just the human race, but thousands of others. She had to die.' Gwen looked down at her feet, a shield of hair between herself and Jack.

'Who?'

'John.'

'That bast…'

'No. We all knew it had to be done. He did it because he knew he meant the least to Nemo. If she was to remember then he would have the least to lose.' Gwen frowned.

'What do you mean 'if she was to remember?"

'She worked it out too.' Jack told her, 'She worked it out and she hated us all. But when her memories were returned to her mind she forgot everything. Now she has six months of missing memory and I plan on keeping it missing.'

'So holding Anwen?'

'That was either the TARDIS or her own mind, trying to keep her safe. It's hard to tell the difference these days.' Winter stirred in his arms and Jack turned to Gwen quickly. 'Don't mention it, don't even look at her sadly. Just forget about it.' Gwen nodded once and turned back to staring ahead of her.

'What's going on?' Winter mumbled.

'You had a panic attack.' Jack replied, 'but everything's fine now.'

'Are we still in the air?'

'Yeah.' She nodded and licked her dry lips. Jack looked up at the passing steward. 'Hey, could we have something to drink?'

'I am not allowed to talk to you.' The steward replied.

'Give it to us silently.' Winter almost smiled at that. The steward repeated his line but the CIA woman closed her laptop and smiled.

'They can have water. It's ok I can supervise.'

'Water!' Jack exclaimed, 'I'm American too, can't I contribute to our global cultural hegemony by having a nice frosty cola.' Winter couldn't help it. She snorted and giggled against his shirt. He smiled down at her and waggled his eyebrows causing her giggles to grow a little louder and more pronounced.

'Alright you two that's enough. She seems fine now so she can go back to her seat.' Rex told them. Jack opened his mouth to retort but Winter smiled and shook her head. She took a deep breath and slid out of the loop that Jack's arms made when they were cuffed together and headed back to her seat. The steward returned with the drinks and Winter looked down at the tiny glasses.

'How much would this normally cost?' She ask the steward.

'£1.50 for the water and £2.50 for the coke.' He replied confused. Winter snorted and turned back to Jack.

'There's another reason for not flying. It's a bloody rip off.' He smiled and sipped the tiny glass of coke, draining it in seconds.

Next time, Jack's feeling a little unwell…