Only The Good Die Young
Book 3: And So I Ask, Even Though, I Know...
By: ladydeakin
DISCLAIMER: 'The Bill' characters depicted in this story are copyrighted to Thames Television/Pearson Corp. All other characters depicted in this story are copyrighted to the relevant author or creator
There is an adult version of this story at adultfanfiction.net if you prefer
Chapter 1
"I just think, John, that our children should see their parent country."
John Boulton shifted uncomfortably on the sofa. He looked around the room of his house - their house, ever since Kathryn left England to be with him. Joshua, their firstborn son, now 6 years old, opened up the glass door and came running in from the beach, leaving sandy footprints on the floor.
"Hey mum! Look what washed up on shore!" he exclaimed. It was a great big conch shell.
"That's very nice, darling!" Katy said, bending down to give him a kiss.
"And look what's in it!" Joshua turned it over, revealing a very angry hermit crab.
"Aaaah!" Katy screamed, jerking backwards away from it in horror. Josh dropped the shell on the ground, and it picked up and started running across the terracotta mosaic tile floor.
"John, grab it!" Katy yelled. John watched, amused as the shell tried to run underneath the back of the sofa. He reached down and picked it up. The crab peered out at him, angrily, and snapped it's pincher at him.
"Alright, alright," John said. He took the shell outside, his little boy following him like a shadow. With a stick he pried the angry crab out of it's home, flinging it into the ocean. He handed the shell to his son.
"Thanks, dad!" Joshua smiled up at his father, his hero. John rustled his kid's hair and went back into the house. Joshua returned to beach-combing for shells. Their cat, Sooty, meowed at John as he walked up onto the porch. He sat back down on the sofa and sipped his beer. Katy looked at him.
"They are British Citizens, they deserve to see their homeland."
John rolled his eyes. Katy was like a dog with a bone. She didn't give up.
"Alright, alright. But I'm not going with you."
"That passport should still be alright. Don's managed on his for a while now."
"I don't want to risk it. Besides, there's nothing back there that I particularly want to see except for a lot of cold and rain. I've got everything I need right here." He patted the seat next to him. Rolling her eyes, she got up and sat next to him. He leaned over, putting his arm around her, and kissed her cheek. "Why would you want to go back to that shitty place? Bad food, cold weather, rain, no sun. we've got paradise here. London stinks."
"Yeah, I know, but it's where we come from. I don't want our kids to have never been back to their homeland. It's important they learn about their heritage." John slid his hand down and copped a feel. Katy swatted his hand away.
John kissed her hair and murmured, "When are you thinking of going?"
"Next week. while the kids are on Christmas break."
"So you want me to spend Christmas by myself?" He pulled away and looked at her.
"You could always come, John."
"No. no. you go. Leave me by myself. See if I care." He pretended to be hurt.
"Stop acting all upset, it doesn't suit you." Katy stuck her tongue out at him.
"I'll manage. I guess."
"Spend Christmas with Don. He'll need some cheering up now that Sondra's left him."
"Yeah. who knew that she only wanted him for his money. besides you, my love." John kissed her earlobe.
"I think anyone that met her except Don."
"It's too bad he lost all that money - he thought he had a sure thing with that bet." John was kissing her and trying to seduce her. She looked up into his big brown eyes, and his tan freckled skin and smiled at her husband. Running her hand through his dark red hair, she noticed the slight balding over the crown of his head and smiled to herself. That morning she had noticed small wrinkles forming in the corners of her eyes when she looked in the mirror.
"John. the kids. Josh will be coming in any minute."
"Don't you worry about the kids," John murmured as he kissed her. "Do you know, Mrs. Boulton..." he stopped and smiled at her, making his point. They never used their fake last name when speaking to each other privately.
Katy grinned, "Go on, spit it out."
"Mmmm," John said, "You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen in my life?"
"I love it when you break out the complements. What do you want?" Katy said.
"You, right now." John looked up in her eyes and grinned at her. They kissed each other deeply.
"Let's go in the bedroom." Katy whispered, still aware that Josh could come in at any minute.
She giggled as John stood up. He picked her up in his arms and twirled her around the room. Katy was laughing loudly, as John started singing a bawdy song to her at the top of his lungs.
Just then, they heard a bedroom door open, "Mummy."
It was their daughter, Margaret. She was 4 years old, and had been suffering from chicken pox. They didn't even realise she had them until she started running a fever. Josh had suffered them a year ago, but Maggie had just picked them up from others in her play group. She was over the worst of it, but her little red spots had just entered the crusty stage that morning, and Katy felt it was best if Maggie rested and played indoors for one more day.
"Mummy, why is Daddy carrying you?"
"Because," Katy said as John set her on the ground, "Daddy is a very silly person."
"I'm thirsty."
"Alright love. What would you like? Tea? Milk?"
"Can I have some juice please?"
"Sure." Katy walked back out into the kitchen. John went into their bedroom, at the far end of the house, and waited to make love to his wife.
* * *
"Right, so you'll call once you get there?" They were standing outside of Jamaica International Airport. John was unloading Katy's suitcases from the boot of their Jeep.
"Yes, darling. I promise." She looked lovingly at her tanned husband, so different to the pale young PC that she had kissed in the misty moonlight by the Thames nearly 22 years ago, yet still the same man, as handsome and gorgeous and lovely as always. Every time she looked at him she fell in love with him again.
John dropped their suitcases on the kerb and kissed Josh and Maggie. "You two be good for your mum or else I'll hear about it."
"Daddy, will you feed Sooty please?" Maggie asked.
"Yes, sweetheart. Sooty will be fine."
"Can you keep an eye out for shells for me, dad?"
"Of course I will mate," John crouched down and smiled at his son. Josh smiled a cheeky grin at his dad and gave him a big hug.
"And, as for you, gorgeous, look after yourself," John said to Katy, "I'll see you in two weeks." He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a long kiss. Joshua made a gagging noise at his sister who giggled. John pulled away and said, "Oi, watch it, you two!"
John kissed Katy again, and waved, as he got in the car and pulled off. Katy, Josh and Maggie waved until his car was out of sight. Then they went inside to check in.
By: ladydeakin
DISCLAIMER: 'The Bill' characters depicted in this story are copyrighted to Thames Television/Pearson Corp. All other characters depicted in this story are copyrighted to the relevant author or creator
There is an adult version of this story at adultfanfiction.net if you prefer
Chapter 1
"I just think, John, that our children should see their parent country."
John Boulton shifted uncomfortably on the sofa. He looked around the room of his house - their house, ever since Kathryn left England to be with him. Joshua, their firstborn son, now 6 years old, opened up the glass door and came running in from the beach, leaving sandy footprints on the floor.
"Hey mum! Look what washed up on shore!" he exclaimed. It was a great big conch shell.
"That's very nice, darling!" Katy said, bending down to give him a kiss.
"And look what's in it!" Joshua turned it over, revealing a very angry hermit crab.
"Aaaah!" Katy screamed, jerking backwards away from it in horror. Josh dropped the shell on the ground, and it picked up and started running across the terracotta mosaic tile floor.
"John, grab it!" Katy yelled. John watched, amused as the shell tried to run underneath the back of the sofa. He reached down and picked it up. The crab peered out at him, angrily, and snapped it's pincher at him.
"Alright, alright," John said. He took the shell outside, his little boy following him like a shadow. With a stick he pried the angry crab out of it's home, flinging it into the ocean. He handed the shell to his son.
"Thanks, dad!" Joshua smiled up at his father, his hero. John rustled his kid's hair and went back into the house. Joshua returned to beach-combing for shells. Their cat, Sooty, meowed at John as he walked up onto the porch. He sat back down on the sofa and sipped his beer. Katy looked at him.
"They are British Citizens, they deserve to see their homeland."
John rolled his eyes. Katy was like a dog with a bone. She didn't give up.
"Alright, alright. But I'm not going with you."
"That passport should still be alright. Don's managed on his for a while now."
"I don't want to risk it. Besides, there's nothing back there that I particularly want to see except for a lot of cold and rain. I've got everything I need right here." He patted the seat next to him. Rolling her eyes, she got up and sat next to him. He leaned over, putting his arm around her, and kissed her cheek. "Why would you want to go back to that shitty place? Bad food, cold weather, rain, no sun. we've got paradise here. London stinks."
"Yeah, I know, but it's where we come from. I don't want our kids to have never been back to their homeland. It's important they learn about their heritage." John slid his hand down and copped a feel. Katy swatted his hand away.
John kissed her hair and murmured, "When are you thinking of going?"
"Next week. while the kids are on Christmas break."
"So you want me to spend Christmas by myself?" He pulled away and looked at her.
"You could always come, John."
"No. no. you go. Leave me by myself. See if I care." He pretended to be hurt.
"Stop acting all upset, it doesn't suit you." Katy stuck her tongue out at him.
"I'll manage. I guess."
"Spend Christmas with Don. He'll need some cheering up now that Sondra's left him."
"Yeah. who knew that she only wanted him for his money. besides you, my love." John kissed her earlobe.
"I think anyone that met her except Don."
"It's too bad he lost all that money - he thought he had a sure thing with that bet." John was kissing her and trying to seduce her. She looked up into his big brown eyes, and his tan freckled skin and smiled at her husband. Running her hand through his dark red hair, she noticed the slight balding over the crown of his head and smiled to herself. That morning she had noticed small wrinkles forming in the corners of her eyes when she looked in the mirror.
"John. the kids. Josh will be coming in any minute."
"Don't you worry about the kids," John murmured as he kissed her. "Do you know, Mrs. Boulton..." he stopped and smiled at her, making his point. They never used their fake last name when speaking to each other privately.
Katy grinned, "Go on, spit it out."
"Mmmm," John said, "You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen in my life?"
"I love it when you break out the complements. What do you want?" Katy said.
"You, right now." John looked up in her eyes and grinned at her. They kissed each other deeply.
"Let's go in the bedroom." Katy whispered, still aware that Josh could come in at any minute.
She giggled as John stood up. He picked her up in his arms and twirled her around the room. Katy was laughing loudly, as John started singing a bawdy song to her at the top of his lungs.
Just then, they heard a bedroom door open, "Mummy."
It was their daughter, Margaret. She was 4 years old, and had been suffering from chicken pox. They didn't even realise she had them until she started running a fever. Josh had suffered them a year ago, but Maggie had just picked them up from others in her play group. She was over the worst of it, but her little red spots had just entered the crusty stage that morning, and Katy felt it was best if Maggie rested and played indoors for one more day.
"Mummy, why is Daddy carrying you?"
"Because," Katy said as John set her on the ground, "Daddy is a very silly person."
"I'm thirsty."
"Alright love. What would you like? Tea? Milk?"
"Can I have some juice please?"
"Sure." Katy walked back out into the kitchen. John went into their bedroom, at the far end of the house, and waited to make love to his wife.
* * *
"Right, so you'll call once you get there?" They were standing outside of Jamaica International Airport. John was unloading Katy's suitcases from the boot of their Jeep.
"Yes, darling. I promise." She looked lovingly at her tanned husband, so different to the pale young PC that she had kissed in the misty moonlight by the Thames nearly 22 years ago, yet still the same man, as handsome and gorgeous and lovely as always. Every time she looked at him she fell in love with him again.
John dropped their suitcases on the kerb and kissed Josh and Maggie. "You two be good for your mum or else I'll hear about it."
"Daddy, will you feed Sooty please?" Maggie asked.
"Yes, sweetheart. Sooty will be fine."
"Can you keep an eye out for shells for me, dad?"
"Of course I will mate," John crouched down and smiled at his son. Josh smiled a cheeky grin at his dad and gave him a big hug.
"And, as for you, gorgeous, look after yourself," John said to Katy, "I'll see you in two weeks." He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a long kiss. Joshua made a gagging noise at his sister who giggled. John pulled away and said, "Oi, watch it, you two!"
John kissed Katy again, and waved, as he got in the car and pulled off. Katy, Josh and Maggie waved until his car was out of sight. Then they went inside to check in.