Summary: Set in a (normally) fluffy AU where Donna and the Doctor have two young sons, John has returned and on a trip away he has met Angela. This is a sequel to He's Sure To Cry.

A/N: I adore the nuttiness of Wild West so I recommend you watch it if you get the chance.

Wild Ones Run Free

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Angela tried to surruptiously climb into the bed next to Mary. "Have a nice date, did you?" Mary asked as she flicked through her book and kept her gaze on it.

"Yes, thank you," Angela cautiously replied, not looking at Mary directly.

"Have a little snogging session?" Mary added.

"A bit," Angela admitted, and risked a glance at Mary. "It was very nice," she offered with a slight smile.

"I could see you were enjoying it," Mary said huffily.

"You could?!" Angela shifted uncomfortably in the bed. "I hadn't thought…"

"Obviously not!" Mary pointed out as she interrupted her. "And dressed like that!"

Angela looked down at her long nightdress before making an expression of realisation. "We didn't do much beyond kissing," she confessed, bringing her hands up to cool her suddenly flushed cheeks.

"So you like him then?" Mary asked, putting her book down on the bedcovers.

Angela nodded enthusiastically. "Yes I do! I'm meeting him for lunch tomorrow. I think I might be meeting his sister-in-law as well if you want to come too," she suggested.

Mary merely shook her head and settled down in the bed. "Ange, why would I want to do that?"

"Because I think he might be the one," Angela answered simply.

"You say that about all of them," Mary said. "And you always end up getting hurt."

"Well, I've had a few lucky escapes," Angela admitted reluctantly. When Mary snorted in reply she turned to add, "John isn't like them; there's something very different about him. It's like he can see right inside me; he knows what I want!"

"We all know what he cocking wants," Mary commented offhand. "Just you make sure he doesn't get it!"

Angela smiled with disguised delight.

~o~

Angela bustled about getting ready, trying various outfits up against herself. Mary watched with barely disguised disgust. "He won't stick around, you know. He'll be gone before you know it," she stated.

"I don't care! I'm meeting him for lunch and that is that," Angela insisted.

"He'll make you dress like a whore," Mary told her.

"No he won't," Angela answered indignantly. "He isn't like that."

"Then what was all that last night?" Mary asked.

"We were only kissing," Angela told her absently as she perused her reflection and chose her usual large cardigan. "He hasn't proposed."

Mary was not convinced. "Too cocking right he won't! Ange, just think about it," she begged.

~o~

As Angela walked down the incline towards the pub she caught sight of John chatting animatedly to a woman that she could only see the back of. They seemed to be very comfortable in each other's company, laughing and reaching out in various stages. "But why would you think that?" she heard him ask as she reached the open pub door.

"Maybe the talking parrot was the clue," the woman answered, and the pair of them laughed uproariously together.

Angela felt more than a twinge of jealousy as she watched them. She seriously considered turning around or hitting him hard, when another man appeared by their side carrying a tray of drinks and set about placing them on the table. "Is she going to be long? Only, I'm starving!" he exclaimed like a petulant child.

"You poor thing," the woman cooed and reached out to rub his arm with a consoling gesture.

"I thought you got plenty last night," John added cheekily, and gained a swat on his arm from the woman.

Curiosity about what these people looked like made Angela continue walking. At that precise moment John spotted her, and his face lit up like a Christmas tree, making her feel loads better. He jumped up out of his seat and rushed forward to greet her. With a tight grip on her wrist, he drew her toward the other two. "Come and meet my brother," he enthused. "He has just got down here from London. Angela, I'd like you to meet my brother and his wife. Doctor, Donna, this is Angela," John proudly introduced them.

"Nice to meet you," Angela tore her gaze from John to contemplate the man who had also stood up politely to greet her. "Why… you're identical!" Angela exclaimed as she shook the Doctor's outstretched hand.

"Hello Angela, I'm the Doctor; and this is my wife Donna...," his voice trailed off in wonder as he took her in. "It's uncanny," he murmured.

Angela stared back at him in shock. "You look... But you... John you never said...," she stuttered out.

"He's miles older than me," John put in, "but most people think we are twins." He paused for the Doctor's usual noise of protest. "And this is Donna." He smiled proudly at Angela. "The best sister ever!"

"Give over!" Donna protested modestly, giving him a small push. "Half his lies aren't true," she said to Angela, and then quickly looked back at John. "You are kidding me!" Donna exclaimed. It was almost like looking in a mirror.

"How do you tell them apart…?" Angela began to ask Donna, but she looked properly at her then. "But you're..." Angela gawped at Donna.

"Now we know why he is so taken with you," the Doctor muttered, only to be instantly thumped in the chest by his wife. "Ow!"

"Don't mind him, Angela! He keeps forgetting his manners," Donna explained brightly. "Are you hungry?"

Angela warily looked at John. "Yes I am," she admitted. "But I'm not sure..."

John deftly caught her before she could make an escape. "We will have a lovely meal and a long talk. How does that sound?" he asked her with a pleading look. "We can all get to know each other better."

Angela felt herself begin to hyperventilate. This was going wrong, oh so wrong! Within seconds a paper bag was thrust into her hands and soothing strokes were rubbed into her shoulders.

"Poor love! Fancy not preparing her like this," Donna told John off.

"I didn't mean to!" he argued over Angela's head as she was sat down on a seat.

The Doctor knelt down in front of her and gave her a winning smile. "Sorry about this, Angela, but normally it is John and I that cause this sort of reaction. I never even thought to ask John for more details."

"That's because John didn't think it was necessary," John griped. "Normally you don't take that much notice of my girlfriends," he defended himself.

Donna gave him a nudge. "Not that John tends to have lots of girlfriends or anything," she hastily added.

"Oh no. He's the proverbial monk," the Doctor agreed. "He's been searching for Ms Right for ages."

"I'm not completely unlovable," John pointed out. "I've had my moments."

Unsure what to add, Donna blurted out; "He's a marvellous uncle."

"The boys! I forgot about the boys," John whimpered guiltily.

The Doctor stood and patted him on the back. "They didn't forget about you. They kept going on and on about you; especially when we got to Sylvia's."

"What did you say to Mum?" both Donna and John demanded.

"Nothing! I didn't get much of a chance, to be honest," the Doctor confessed. "It's true!" he added when he saw Angela's sceptical expression.

"Mum would love you," Donna remarked to Angela. "She's always trying to get me to leave my hair like yours. Don't you ever want to use straighteners?"

"No!" Angela replied, running her hand down her curly tresses. "I like my hair like this."

"It looks lovely, Angela," the Doctor soothed her.

"Beautiful, in fact," John added, beaming at her with delight.

Angela visibly melted at his words.

~o~

"John, I've paid Ann for the next couple of days so you can have the room to yourself," the Doctor told him. "And we'll be back later with the boys."

John couldn't help shooting a worried glance at Donna. She sidled up and loosely hugged him. "I'll make sure we don't go off without you, so don't worry," she whispered. "Just enjoy yourself with Angela, alone."

He hugged her tightly. "Thank you," he whispered back. "Say 'hello' to the boys for me."

"You'll get the chance to do that soon enough," the Doctor promised as he opened the TARDIS doors. "I'll try and make it back here tomorrow." He shook John's hand and walked in, leaving the door open for Donna to follow him in.

She threw John a glum look. "I'll miss you," she murmured.

He hugged her in agreement and then let her go. As the TARDIS dematerialised out of his life for the third time he tried to be more optimistic. At least this was a happier reason to be left behind. And with that thought he headed towards the convenience store where Angela lived.