Later on, when Clara, Jack and Milo had finally arrived at Jenny's Victorian home that she shared with her wife Vastra, they all sat down at the dinner table and ate their dinner. Only, half way through, in strolled John, completely unaware Clara was even there as he shook off his coat and grinned at Jenny and Matt.

'Sorry I'm so late guys, press interview, I -' he stopped himself and dropped his coat on the floor, staring right at Clara.

No… She couldn't be here. Act normal, Matt didn't know.

John cleared his throat and nodded towards her, 'Clara, nice to see you again,' he smiled and then glanced to the little boy.

Oh fuck, she had kept the baby… And suddenly he couldn't breathe as he sat down beside Matt.

Clara instantly froze at the sight of John, she knew coming here was a bad idea, but maybe a part of her longed to see him again. As John's gaze fell on Milo, Clara reached for Jack's hand, squeezing it rather tight. Clara swallowed hard, before turning to Jack.

A fake smile on her lips as she brushed back a strand of hair off of his face, 'We should really get going darling, it's rather late… And our little man needs his sleep,' she said, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

Jack nodded and went to stand to pick Milo up, but Jenny stopped them.

'Guys, guys, before you go, I wanted you to watch a film with us. That's okay, yeah?'

Jack shrugged. That was fine, why not?

Jenny smiled at them and once they had all sat down, the DVD started to play. Only, it was a recording of Clara sat on a kitchen counter at her old flat, John buried inside of her and Jack immediately jumped to cover Milo's eyes. Both Clara and John instantly leapt for the remote control, trying to turn it off, their hands brushing momentarily until John ran behind the TV and pulled the plug out – shutting down the television. Clara sat down, her head spinning as her stomach felt like it was turning in on itself. There was a deadly silence in the room.

Her eyes immediately darted to her ex boyfriend, 'M – Matt…' she tried, but seemed to lack the courage.

Clara nodded for Jack to take Milo outside as she noticed Matt managing to stand. What was that emotion on his face? Was it rage? Was it sadness?

Matt swallowed roughly, pointing to the TV, 'Oh my god,' he muttered, staring right at Clara.

'You – you bitch!' he exclaimed, his face growing red with anger as Jenny stepped out of the room, DVD in hand so John or Clara couldn't take it off of her.

'You were fucking him! That's who you were cheating on me with! How long had it been going on for?!' he almost screamed, glaring at Clara before he turned to his father, stepping forward and punching him straight in the jaw, knocking him to the ground.

Clara threw a glance at Jenny. Why had she done this, did she not care about Matt?

Clara instantly stepped in between Matt and John. She pushed him back, her heart racing as she swallowed hard, 'It's not his fault… I started this, I seduced him, I used him for his money…' she lied, but knew it was the only way he would back off of John.

Clara threw a glance at John, his nose bleeding, 'He's your father!' she tried to reason with Matt, but it just made him worse.

Matt threw her across the room, Clara landing by the fireplace, splitting her head open as she continued to draw Matt's anger towards her, and away from his father. John pushed himself off of the floor, a growl in his throat as he saw Matt luring near Clara, his fists clenched. He growled under his breath and jumped forward, grabbing the back of Matt's throat as he pushed him backwards.

He climbed back over his son and repetitively punched him, seeing red that he had hurt Clara.

His Clara.

Clara was losing consciousness. The seething pain shooting through her as she struggled to fix her eyes on them, once she noticed John pouncing on John she stood, wobbling over to them as she yanked John away from Matt.

'John, stop!' Clara insisted, pulling him away from beating the crap out of his son.

Clara shot a glare at Jenny, 'Was this what you wanted, huh? Father and son killing each other?! I left because I wanted to avoid this, sometimes the truth is more hurtful than…' she murmured, her vision suddenly blurry as she collapsed onto the floor.

John immediately caught her – funny that, he had caught her before Matt had even moved. John swallowed roughly and picked Clara up into his arms, holding her close to him as his finger traced her cheekbone.

Matt glared at him, blood dripping from his nose, 'This was more than just sex wasn't it, John? You love each other, that's why she ran… Milo is yours, isn't he? That's my fucking brother!'

Clara could feel someone's hand gripping her tight, faint cries coming from somewhere close. She tried to open her eyes, the light blinding her straight away, 'Milo?' she whispered, noticing him clinging to her hand.

'It's okay baby, don't cry, I'll be fine,' she told him, pulling her son closer as she wiped away his tears. She noticed Jack sat in the chair beside the window, a frown on his face.

'What? What's wrong, what happened?'

Jack sighed and cleared his throat, running his hand over his face as he lent back in the chair, 'Matt went insane – he figured out Milo was John's son and jumped on him, starting punching him and he probably would have killed him if I didn't come back in time.'

Clara's eyes widened with concern as she held Milo close to her, trying to stand, but the pain impaired her, 'I need to see him…' she murmured, her voice filled with desperation and concern.

Clara arose against Jack's wishes and went in search of John , she found him fairly quickly. He looked so fragile, so vulnerable, hooked up to all those machines.

She could hear his faint heartbeat, reaching out to touch his bandaged head, 'John…' she whispered, reaching for his hand, yet there was no sign.

'Please, John. Come back to me,' she sighed, brushing her lips with her fingertips.

She remembered the rule.

No kissing, just sex, but that didn't matter now. She loved him from the very first moment she met him, knew she wouldn't be able to let him go. She slowly bent down to kiss him, a small tear running down her cheek as she pressed her lips against his.

As soon as he felt her lips on his – as if they were in some sort of fairy tale movie, his blue eyes suddenly opened, his heart racing as the monitor went insane, 'Clara…' he gasped for air, trying to pull out the drip in his arm.

'Clara… He knows, Matt knows.'

Clara pressed her palms flat against his chest, her voice gentle, 'I know, I know that he knows,' she sighed, swatting John's hand away from the drip.

'Why would Jenny do that? How did she even get a video?' she asked, but none of that mattered as Milo walked in, a frown on his face.

'Mummy, why are you kissing the bad man? It's his fault you have an ouchy,' he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Clara scooped Milo off of the floor, placing him on top of John's bed, Milo instantly pouting at John. John stared at him, a little smile on his face that soon faded. He was confused… and glad, he knew this little boy was his son but by some technicality, it was his grandson.

John smiled and gentle lifted Milo's chin up, 'Yes, it is my fault mummy's hurt… I should have intervened and stopped Matt before he could have hurt her and I'm sorry for that, Milo, I truly am…'

Milo moved away from John's grasp and shook his head, 'No!' he exclaimed defiantly, glaring at his father.

'You hurt mummy… Here,' he whispered, pointing to Clara's heart, 'I know mummy cries at night because of you…' he began, wiping away the tears from his eyes.

'You wanted me dead, that's what mummy told Uncle Jack,'

Clara instantly wrapped her arms around her baby boy, she had no idea he'd heard that specific conversation. John swallowed roughly and frowned, dropping his head as a pain surged through him; and it wasn't physical pain. He didn't reach out for his son because if he was anything like him, he'd only move away.

John inhaled sharply, 'Milo, no… I never wanted you dead, me and your mummy were in a difficult situation and she chose to run from me, which was well in her rights to do. But I'm glad Uncle Jack has been taking care of you, watching over the both of you…'

Clara rubbed Milo's back, sighing when he whimpered against her shoulder, 'Don't worry, baby,' she said, shushing him.

Once he was okay and calm, Clara put him down and watched as he ran out of the room and into Jack's arms.

'He'll need time to warm up to you…' she said in a reassuring voice, reaching out to hold John's hand.

Clara didn't know where they would go from here, but she was willing to work on it, work on them and their relationship

'I'm glad you're okay…'

John nodded and clutched onto her hand, worried his own son wouldn't accept him. He inhaled sharply and looked Clara in the eye, 'I know I haven't had the best start… But I'd like to at least try being his father, I did wrong by Matt, I brought him up badly… I want Milo to have a chance at having a dad,'

Clara nodded, bringing his hands to her lips, kissing it softly.

A few days passed and Clara was back home watching Milo playing in the park as she sat on a bench. She noticed John walking up to him and Milo simply pouted when he saw him, but continued to play on the slide.

'Mummy says I have to be nice to you… But I don't want to,' Milo shrugged, taking off running.

Milo didn't see the tree root sticking out of the grass as he ran and barely managed to put his hands down in front of him when he fell. He instantly burst into tears when his brain registered he had scraped and cut his knee up pretty badly. Clara stood up quickly, but stopped in her tracks when she decided to let John take the opportunity to be a dad, and handle the situation.

As soon as John saw his little boy trip, instinct kicked in and he ran straight over, lifting Milo up into his arms, 'Shh, shh, don't worry little man, we'll get a plaster on that straight away. What kind do you want? Spaceships, dinosaurs, footballs?' he asked, bouncing the boy on his hip as he tried to comfort him, taking Milo right over to Clara.

Milo nodded, laying his head on John's shoulder, 'Spaceships,' he whispered, answering John's question.

Clara watched the way Milo clung to John, they really did seem like an ordinary family.

'You'll be fine, baby, mummy's here,' whispered Clara, taking hold of Milo.

Clara and John hadn't really sat down and spoken about what should happen next.

John pointed to a shop nearby the park, 'I'll be back soon,' he nodded, walking over to the shop.

Five minutes later, he re-emerged with various packs of plasters for Milo, 'Here, look, mate,' he smiled, taking out a plaster full of spaceships.

'Is this the one you wanted? Do you want to stick it on or do you want me to do it?'

Milo stared up at him. He was just as full of pride as his mother was, just as stubborn as her, but nevertheless he nodded, a pout still firmly on his lips as he winced when John placed the plaster over his knee.

Clara reached out her hand, touching John's as she shook his hand to thank him, 'Thank you…' whispered Clara, clearing her throat as she noticed he was about to leave.

Could she just watch him walk out of her life, again?

'John, wait…' she caught up to him, Milo in arms, 'D – Do – Would you like to get some sherbet with us? Trying to make up for Milo's ruined birthday weekend,' she sighed, suddenly feeling a bit awkward as she stared down at her feet.

John inhaled sharply but nodded his head, work could wait if he wanted to prove that he really did want to be in Milo's life.

He pointed down the street, 'A friend suggested this shop down the road, it's a sweet shop, so Milo can have anything he likes,' he nodded and once they arrived, John waited for Clara to place Milo down on the floor before he leant over to her and whispered in her ear.

'I'm not bribing him with sweets and money, if that's what you're thinking. I really am trying to make an effort and you've raised a beautiful boy, Clara.'

Clara nodded, reaching out for his hand as she gave it a gentle squeeze, 'I know…' she whispered, smiling as Milo managed to run around the sweets shop, despite his leg.

'I may not be able to give him much, a teacher's salary is crap, but I try to give him love… And time,' she sighed, clearing her throat when she turned to face John.

'I know you're a busy man, but would you like to try and spend every other weekend with him?' she asked, unsure of where they stood.

Would John want full custody of Milo?

John nodded, a smile on his face as it grew bigger and bigger at the prospect of spending time with his son, 'Yeah, yeah, of course,' he murmured, watching her closely.

'I still live in the same home, I have a dog too so I'm sure Milo will enjoy meeting him. Bring him round this Saturday? It will give me time to set up some activities,'

Saturday came by in a flash as Clara stood outside of John's house, or rather mansion. She was getting a bit emotional, it was the only time they'd had apart since he was born and Clara couldn't help but be an emotional and over protective mum. She pulled down the hem of Milo's shirt, fixing his hair as she made sure his backpack was on properly.

'Okay, so remember… He's your father, so please for me, be nice to him. And remember, no running around in his house, and if you're scared at night, your owl is in your backpack… And don't forget to call me if you need anything, okay?' she sighed, bending down to kiss his cheek, wiping away the lipstick stain just as John opened the door.