Just a little seed of an idea that turned itself into a fic when I thought of Jack and his love of literature and how he would read Phryne.

Its December 1915 and Jack finds himself in a french field hospital contemplating a certain nurse in the distance.

A fateful call from her Father sees Phryne travelling home to England where painful revelations must be discovered. Jack, when faced with a long separation from her must make his own difficult choices.

"My Father used to lock me in the cupboard to break my spirit" Just a little idea I had about one such occasion.