Hello there! Been a while hasn't it! This was just something I'd thought of today. So yes, the start is a bit slow, but, nonetheless, it's coming along nicely. I might update twice today! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, and reviews are welcomed.

The night air was cold, even inside small, newly rented cottage. 1941, yet to have central heating. Behind him, he heard a small sob, and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the noise, which was breaking his heart. Slowly, he turned around, and scooped Toshiko up in a hug.

"We'll get back." He promised into her shoulder. "If we have to take the slow path, or between us we figure it out, we will get back." He felt her nod, and he breathed a sigh of relief. After a few moments, they broke apart, and she smiled weakly at him.

"Come on," she murmured, "There must be some blankets somewhere in all these suitcases." She gestured around at the suitcases on the floor, filled with newly purchased necessities that Jack had procured earlier that day.

-OoO-

After much shuffling of cases, cursing, and rooting around they'd finally managed to locate two thin blankets from the mad collection of things on the floor. The contents of the suitcases were now sprawled out on the floor, while the pair of them stood in front of the very early invention- the sofa bed. They looked at each other un-steadily, the lumpy looking mattress looking very un-appealing.

"I'll go on the floor if you like-"he began, but Toshiko cut him off.

"Don't you dare pull that one on me! I won't have you being chivalrous and freezing to death! I guess... we'll just have to... share." She finished inspecting her shoes, as a blush crept up her face.

"Okay then." He said, nodding.

"But don't you try anything." She said darkly, pointing at him, as they both sat down on the bed, and spread out the blankets.

-OoO-

Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, he became aware of quiet sobbing beside him. It took him a moment to realize where he was, before he rolled over, and placed a comforting arm around her.

"What did I say about trying anything?" She mumbled jerkily, and he chuckled lightly.

"You know we'll get back." He murmured gently, and she shook her head vigorously.

"But we won't. I just know it. Not even if the Doctor shows up." She muttered back, and Jack stiffened at the mention of his name.

"How did you-?" But she cut him off with a shaky laugh.

"You always introduce me as a genius," she muttered, "But you severely underestimate me."

"What were you crying for? Your grandfather?" He asked after a moment. She shook her head.

"Me." She answered. "Us."

"Why?"

She took a shaky breath. "We've got just under three weeks until Pearl Harbour."Jack was silent as the realisation sunk in. Suddenly, he snaked his other arm under her waist, and it met with his other hand, in front of her stomach, and he gently squeezed her in the comforting embrace.

"I'll look after you." Was all he said, as he gently rocked her back and forth, until she fell asleep, breathing deeply. When she awoke at daylight, she found Jack still staring at the wall, worriedly.