First, of what I hope to be a series of one-shots dedicated to one of my favourite couplings on TV at present.

Hope you enjoy,

LostLyra.

The cool dank mid-morning air had once rung with the shouts and cries of two opposing armies. The armies themselves had been in a fierce war, that had caused several years of disparity, poverty and mutilation between the two conflicting countries. However it had now been drawn to an end, a final finish, which had escalated into a battle that had raged on for two weeks, decimating both sides, and sending the dead and wounded back in exponentially rising numbers. And now, the smoke of the funeral pyres hung ominously over the ruined mud of the fields, smothering the little sunlight that reached the planet in a clammy grey blanket.

The war had not just separated different sides of the planets congress, but it had also separated friends, lovers, husbands and wives, families, and (right at this present moment) five members of one particular family were trying to find each other, scrambling and stumbling over the distorted ground as they searched desperately for their comrades.

"Madame?" a voice rang out, clear, crisp and desperate across the mangled ground. The figure that accompanied the voice was the body of a slim, petite young woman. There was a moments silence as she paused, catching her breath, and turning to see if her companion had caught up. Her companion, was a short stocky man, with a round smooth convex head, and the frown that twisted his face.

"We have been walking around here for hours boy, I don't think that they're here!" the stout man snapped, his patients wearing thin. "We should turn back and head for the other camp, they were on the enemies side, if we're caught walking around here in the dead of night we are lucky we won't get-"

"Strax just shut up!" the woman replied, her voice taut with exhaustion and tiredness. Suddenly there were voices, echoing through the mid-morning gloom. The pair spun round, their eyes searching desperately for the beings connected.

"There! BOY!" Strax pointed, his stubby fingers pointing in the direction of a small silhouetted group of people walking towards them, shrouded in the gloom.

"MADAME!" the girl called, her voice echoing with victorious hope through the disused battlefield. To her surprise and relief her call was returned.

"JENNY!" there was a returning call, her wife's voice echoing in joyous delight across the roughed ground.

Without any second thought the woman started to run, ignoring the way her ankles gave way at the twists and the knolls in the ruined earth. With her heart pounding in her ears and her breath catching in her throat she tore towards the small group of people, her matted and dirtied hair flying behind her in the wind. As she neared the group she saw two other's she didn't recognise, the beings had long flowing tentacles down their backs, and their skin glowed with a soft essence down their backs, causing them to glow with a gentle aurora, but it wasn't what the young woman noticed. The first thing the young human saw was her wife, standing with a soft smile, that radiated from her face with a glimmering brilliance. Not caring what the other people (or the other her other two travel companions thought) she threw herself towards her wife, a desperate, exasperated, and relieved sob escaping from her lips. Her wife easily caught her lithe frame and pulled her into a fierce embrace.

"Oh Jenny," she gasped, her voice quivering with emotion. Unable to reply Jenny pressed her forehead against her wife's relishing in the cool scales as they flushed darkly at their intimate contact.

"Ma'am, Vastra, oh God," Jenny's whole body was shaking with unspoken relief as she clutched her wife too her, promising never to let go again. She couldn't help but sigh as Vastra tenderly cupped her cheek, the leather of her gloves felt soothing to the girl's flushed skin. The two weeks that they had spent, ripped apart by war, had been torture, and now all she wanted to do was to clutch onto her wife and never let go. Thinking nothing of the gesture she pressed her lips hard against her wife's enjoying the surprised sound that she emitted, and sigh that followed after. Jenny knee's couldn't help but fall under her weight as Vastra gently wrapped her arm around Jenny's waist, pulling her in closer and deepening the kiss further.

"Boy. Madame! I thought you had been lost through the spoils of war! What a glorious ending that would have been for you Madame!" the couple pulled apart with a silent (slightly frustrated) glance, but her wife's hands were still firmly attached to Jenny's hips.

"Strax I'm glad to see that you're alive," Vastra smiled, pulling Jenny in as close as she possibly could, and glancing across to their companions.

"The enemy! Madame shall I -"

"No Strax," Jenny cut across Vastra touching her wrist to ease her frustration. "We're on the same side now,"

"And what a bloody relief that is," the tall greying-haired man stepped up to them, a tender smile on his weathered face. "Glad to see that you're safe Jenny,"

Nodding in reply Jenny smiled. "You too, and Clara," the companion smiled and waved, completely nonplussed about the intimate embrace the pair shared.

"Right so Jenny, just to catch up..." the Doctor started to ramble on about what had occurred to them in the past two weeks, but Jenny couldn't care less. She was safe, they were safe, and she was quite glad that it was the end of their ordeal.

Cheesy ending I know, but hopefully the end of the begining!

I hope you enjoyed and please leave suggestions in that little suggestion box down below!

Ta,

LostLyra