*groan* oh I'm so full of ice cream. *lays back on bed* and I'm supposed to be going out to a social tonight. The walk will do me good but after spending a fiver on ben and jerrys I most likely won't be drinking. Anyway, here's a lovely sweet chapter for you.

1945: I'm glad you enjoyed it, it was quite the experience.

Sonotalady: Well I wanted something a little more toned down for Nemo, Fawks is one thing but when do you ever see Nemo drunk? She likes a good time but she's grown up a lot. Also I wanted to mirror it on my mother so I asked her where she would have gone had she had a time machine and this is the answer she gave :) Wold I ever let you down and have a normal boring wedding :D something HAS to go wrong or else what's the point?

Rachy Babes: I half expect to hear you've woken up 5 and a half miles from home dressed in nothing but tinsel and fairy lights ;) God I'd totally forgotten about Eurovision.

Sashaxh: I think anyone could forgive them for being late when they learn Fawks had a hand in it. Nothing ever goes to plan when she's around.

Dwatlaskrhtcm: I know exactly what you meant ;) don't worry I won't tell anyone but you may want to be wary of Fawks, she can be quite possessive of me ;P

MoodySpark: I guess I've tequnically already replied to you :) but hello again. I'm working on the one shot we discussed. It's getting there, slowly though because I have this essay to work on as well as two smaller assignment things.

I'm gonna marry the night,

I won't give up on my life,

I'm a warrior queen,

Live passionately, tonight.

I'm gonna marry the dark,

Gonna make love to the stars,

I'm a soldier to my,

Own emptiness, I'm a winner.

I'm gonna marry, the night,

I'm not gonna cry anymore.

I'm gonna marry, the night,

Leave nothing on this street to explore

I'm gonna marry, the night,

I'm gonna burn a hole in the rug.

I'm gonna marry, the night,

Leave nothing on this street to explore

Lady Gaga – Marry The Night

They were laughing and dancing as they reached the TARDIS. The Doctor stood outside the box as they all smiled sheepishly at him. "What time do you call this?"

"1941." Jess grinned. Making soft sniggers echo along the line, they crept past him inside all heads ducked low but huge grins on their faces.

'I'm sorry, Fawks decided she couldn't last one day without making a scene.' Winter told the Doctor lovingly. She pecked him on the cheek and wrapped her arms around his neck in a warm hug. 'Thank you, it was… fun.' He smiled and held his hands up when she pulled back.

'I just took you where Jack asked me too.'

"Speaking of Jack, is he here?" Winter asked.

"Not yours." Ianto answered.

"Why?" she asked, concerned.

"It's bad luck!" The Doctor said. Winter rolled her eyes.

'Stupid superstition.' She grumbled. 'I wanted a cuddle.'

'I'm always free.' Ianto told her, 'I've been reliably informed I give very good hugs.' Winter laughed and skipped over to him snuggling into his side as Fawks pulled her dress over her head and threw it at the Doctor. She opened her wings fully with a soft groan and then folding them back up, sat up on the console in her underwear with her tail wrapped around the neck of a bottle.

"So what now?" She asked. Winter chuckled from her place in Ianto's arms.

"Why do you always end up publicly naked?" She joked.

"Hey, at least this time my bra isn't on a dog." Fawks winked at the hen party most of which blushed and looked away from the Doctor and Ianto. Winter laughed and shook her head at Ianto's confused look.

TTT

Fawks woke up earlier than normal, a lot earlier, she was dying for a cigarette. Her entire body was craving one, she slipped out of her bed silently and padded quietly out of the room in simply her underwear heading into the main console room. She trotted down the stairs and grabbed a pack of cigarettes from her coat pocket along with her little silver lighter, and lit one, taking a long drag with a satisfied sigh. Then with a lethargic movement she pulled out a small hip flask and took a swig of the liquid inside.

"This early?" A voice startled her from the other side of the room.

"You should be asleep." Fawks said, turning to face Winter's Jack who was sat on the Captain's chair.

"So should you,"

"Nah, I barely sleep normal hours anymore, after you know, dying and husband in a coma, sleep never really seemed like a useful period of time." Fawks shifted her weight uncomfortably from side to side and then offered him the flask. "To take the edge off."

"Thanks." Jack said gratefully, taking a swig of the flask and gritting his teeth at the liquid.

"Ergh... Micro Gin. I forgot what this stuff tasted like."

"You've gone soft." Fawks chuckled, taking another big gulp and slumping down onto Jack's lap. "How you feeling?"

"Nervous. I don't know, weird."

"You've done this before."

"Yeah, but so have you."

"Hey! I was drunk the first time," Fawks winked.

"This one is different." Jack concluded, "This one is..."

"Her." They both sighed at the same time.

"Stupid woman." Fawks growled, taking a puff of her cigarette. Jack chuckled as he leant back with Fawks on his chest.

"You don't mean that."

"Yes, I do. Why'd she have to marry you?"

"Why'd she have to fall for you?"

"She was mine first."

"Nope, she's always been mine, just neither of us knew it."

"Which is ironic. Because the moment I showed up on your plane of existence I saw it plain as day."

"Outsiders get a better view."

"Not an outsider anymore,"

"No, you're not,"

"Do you wish I still was?" Jack thought for a moment and then shifted Fawks' weight from one of his legs to the other.

"No." He said finally. "Without you, I don't think she'd have grown as much. You're too fun to be broody around all the time." Fawks chuckled as she leant back against him.

"I like having you around too," Fawks said quietly. "But only because it means Win is usually close at hand." Jack laughed as he heaved them up.

"Go on then. Maid of Honour are you not?"

"I actually don't know, she never actually said,"

"Fine then, Mistress. Go get ready. You're girl is getting married, you have to look the part."

"True, especially for my cue."

"Your cue?"

"'Speak now, or forever hold your peace.' I've not quite come up with the witty line yet but I'll let you know this afternoon." Fawks winked as she scurried away from the laughing Captain.

TTT

Winter was far too keyed up to go to sleep, besides, she didn't want to without Jack there, she was simply wandering down the corridors. She grinned when she heard it, a soft twang of a guitar and a familiar voice.

"I'm king of the highway,

Prince of the boulevard,

Duke of the Avant-garde,

The world is my backyard."

Winter chuckled at the song and she crept closer to the familiar door and paused outside to listen closer.

"Yeah, Abraham De Lacey.

Guiseppe Casey,

Thomas O'Malley,

O'Malley, the alley cat."

She smiled as she opened the door quietly and poked her head inside to see the singer.

"Disney?"

"Hey," Fawks smiled, it was just her in her room, playing with her guitar as she lay back in her underwear, her hair was damp from her shower and she was simply lounging around with the TV on quietly. "Can't sleep?"

"I don't want too." Fawks patted the space next to her with her tail.

"You can come stay with me, I barely sleep anymore, fear of the dark increased a stupid amount. I can barely sleep when I'm on my own."

"Where's John?"

"In the library with Xandra."

"You jealous?" Winter asked teasingly. Fawks snorted as Winter lay down next to her.

"Nah, I don't think he ever had like, a real best friend before." Fawks said. "It's sweet really, and she can handle him so she's well equipped."

"Why do you tease her so much?" Winter asked smiling.

"I tease everyone." Fawks reminded her.

"Yeah but all that stuff about Jack." Fawks snorted.

"What? It's not my fault he has the hots for her." Winter rolled her eyes.

"He has the hots for most people."

"Yeah but how many of those people does Toes like too." Winter's mouth dropped open and she leaped onto the sofa.

"Spill!" she ordered. Fawk put the guitar on the floor and shrugged.

"Nothing juicy, just the way they both look at her. You know what other people feel." Winter raised an eyebrow, "I never felt…" she sighed, "protective and possessive of something. You know, when I met you I thought you were fucking gorgeous." Winter blushed as she continued, "But it took me a while to get over the lust and find the boring, commonplace feelings."

"What like love?" Winter teased, "You still can't say it can you."

"The way they seem to feel about her is more, ordinary fancying. Like when you see someone in a café and they do something sweet like bite their lip while they read or play with a strand of hair, or tap their foot and you think they're…cute." Winter nodded. "That's them. If this was an ordinary world, no aliens no monsters. The only difference is that Xandra is far better at hiding it and she's also subconsciously convinced herself to get over it. She's almost…in denial." Winter glared playfully at her girlfriend.

"Where are you getting all of this from?" Fawks tried to keep a straight face but failed.

"Alright so I may have heard Jack and Toes discussing it and I may have stolen Xandra's diary and shown it anonymously to one of the psychologists at the hospital but they were all acting really weird!" she defended. Winter laughed and they sat in silence for a moment before she took a deep breath and leant against Fawks' side.

"You nervous?" Fawks asked.

"Not really, I don't know, it's weird..." Fawks grinned.

"That, is why I got very drunk the night before my wedding, less chance of me running off."

"You'd have left?"

"Commitment is yucky." Fawks replied simply. Winter took both of Fawks' hands in her own, and ran her thumbs over the rings on either hand.

"Mmm... no commitment."

"Shut it you," Fawks grinned cheekily and the two sat quietly to watch the television. "Fawks..." Winter said slowly.

"No." Fawks said simply.

"What?"

"I'm not having this conversation."

"You don't even know what I'm going to say."

"'Fawks, are you ok with this, I mean really?' Is what you're going to ask."

"I wasn't... but now you've brought it up..."

"Talk to me when I'm not buzzing with the effects of stolen WWII booze." Fawks mumbled.

"No, come on." Fawks groaned and tipped her head back.

"Jack makes you happy?"

"Yes."

"And you want to be with him forever, you'll put up with him, even when his little habits wind you up to know end and you think you're going to kill him."

"Yes."

"Then yes. I will be fine with it."

"Will be?"

"Give me some time, Win. I'm stubborn, you'll have to give me a little while." Winter laughed softly.

"Thank you."

"Shall we watch a movie?"

"Movie sounds good."

Alright, Alright. Calm yourselves guys, the wedding's coming up next. Big thank you to Rachel who's helped so much with the last few chapters (ie written half of them)

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