Warning: Contains a mild swear word and suggestions of sexual intentions/activity.

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 Wild Ones Run Free.

A/N: Non Wild West viewers need to know that Angela had a major breakdown before moving to St Gweep, and Mary has the video evidence.

A/N2: Brookside was a soap opera that caused controversy by having a leading abusive male character murdered and buried under the family home patio. It also featured the first lesbian kiss in a British soap, in case you wanted to know.

Return To The Wild

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John trudged up to the convenience store, hoping to entice Angela to join him. Cautiously opening the door, it tinged his appearance, and he quickly sought out the figure of Angela amongst all the contents of the shop.

"Oh it's you, is it?" Mary greeted him from behind her counter. "Are you going to buy something?"

"No, I'm looking for Angela," he replied as calmly as he could. "Is she around?"

Mary peered at him. "Yes," she answered simply.

"May I speak with her, please," he requested politely.

"John! Come on up!" Angela called to him with delight from the stairwell. She eagerly grasped his hand and pulled him up the stairs. "I'll make us some tea and then you can tell me how it went with your brother. Did it go alright? You're not looking that upset."

John laughed at her enthusiasm and managed to completely miss Mary's sneer at him.

"This looks nice," he commented when he got to the top of the stairs and surveyed her home. He took the first opportunity to draw her into his embrace. "Not as lovely as you though."

He kissed her then; a long, lingering kiss that he hoped Mary was snooping on. What was it with her? Something fishy was going on. He didn't get the impression that he was the actual cause of her jealousy; he knew some people thought he was attractive but he wasn't that attractive!

"I have good news," he whispered, "we can go back to the B&B if you like; to escape the hills have eyes, and enjoy the privacy of my room."

"What are you suggesting?" Angela breathily asked. "Do you want to...?"

"I will if you will," he said, giving her a saucy eyebrow waggle.

Angela sucked in her lips with hidden delight. "But you've only just met me," she argued. "Do you think it's too soon?"

"There's no time like the present," he reasoned. "I've learnt that you have to grab opportunities when they arise in this life. And I certainly want to grab you!"

Angela stifled a shriek of surprise. "Grab away," she muttered and reached out to draw his lips closer.

"Is everything all right up here?" Mary demanded as she appeared by the side of them. "I thought I heard a noise."

Angela tried to move away from him, so John held on tight. "No nothing is wrong," Angela answered. "I was going to make us some tea."

Mary swept her disdainful gaze over the pair of them. "I'm sure John would love a cup, Ange. If he ever manages to let go of you for a second."

"I'm not sure I could ever bear to do that," John replied cheekily, deciding that he would have fun with this situation. "I'll come and help you, Angela, and then you can learn my tastes."

"Are they peculiar then?" Mary asked with a sneer.

He pretended to think it over. "I'd say particular rather than peculiar," he explained. "I know what I like."

"Yeah... women dressed as hussies," Mary pointed out from memory. "You'll find we're a different type of woman down here."

"Different? How?" John pondered. He reached out to fill the kettle in the kitchen nearby.

"We know where to hide the body." Mary jerked her head towards the outside of the window in what she hoped was a threatening manner.

John bit back on a laugh. "Got a convenient patio to dig up, have you?" he asked with a smile. "Or does that only work on Brookside?"

"Hah!" Mary glared at him. "I'll have a biscuit with my tea please, Ange," she added to Angela. She started to plot how convincing a cup of tea split 'accidentally' in his lap would look. Watching him bustle about in the kitchen next to Angela, she decided he would not continue to make himself so at home; she had learnt her lesson with that fairground fella. Sitting herself calmly down, she asked, "How long are you going to stay in St Gweep, John?"

"Oh I.. er... I definitely will be here for the next few days, and then I suppose I'll have to go home and back to work," he reluctantly admitted.

"What sort of work do you do?" Mary asked as sweetly as she could.

"Well, we... We sort of do freelance exploration, diplomacy, investigations, and recovery; that sort of thing," he answered, nervously scratching the back of his neck. "I'm not bound to any one place, which makes it interesting; and these days we often get back to London."

"London!" Angela echoed anxiously.

"Don't you like London?" John asked her with obvious concern. "Mum lives there, so we visit often."

"All them cars and people," Angela said with disgust. "All that noise."

He edged nearer to her. "So you need peace and quiet. What else worries you?" he asked in a low voice.

Mary smiled happily; he was about to find out more than he'd bargained for.

Angela frowned as a long list flitted through her mind. "Buses, children, moving about, hospitals," she took a deep breath before continuing, "police sirens, being made angry, Dad..."

"Oh Angela," he crooned. "My poor sweetheart!" He immediately swept her into his protective embrace. "I've got you now, so you never need worry again," he whispered into her ear.

Hmm, the video needs bringing out again, Mary decided as she watched them canoodle. Once he saw that he'd be history.

Mary reluctantly thanked John as he placed a cup of tea in front of her with an accompanying biscuit.

"Does my Johnniekins want one?" Angela cooed at him.

'Aw, she's adorable' he instantly thought. "No, my love," he replied. "All I need is you."

Mary made no attempt to hide her gagging gesture. "What else do you do, John?" she asked him. "Got any hobbies, passions or ex-wives?"

He smirked at her attempts to make a dig at him. "No, no ex-wife that I know of, or children before you ask. My passion is my family and I have several hobbies."

"Tell her, John," Angela coaxed him.

He blushed modestly. "Well, I play music, paint a bit, read and generally enjoy the arts whenever I can."

Angela sat next to him and began to caress his hair. "He plays several instruments, Mary; he's composed music, and he can do more than paint a bit," she explained.

He blushed again. "That Donna, huh? She'd say anything to make me sound good."

"You know that is far from the truth," Angela chided him, placing a small kiss on his cheek.

"For the love of... Would you stop pawing him!" Mary demanded, jumping up out of her seat unexpectedly. "You'll get him all covered in saliva."

Two shocked faces turned to her. Angela used her long sleeve to wipe his face. "All gone," she declared.

"I honestly don't mind you doing that," he earnestly told Angela. "I quite like it in fact."

"Of course you do, you moron!" Mary stood panting for breath. "She's treating you like you mean something to her!"

John was astonished how venomous Mary was behaving; as if... "Do you fancy a stroll down to the beach, Angela? I think Mary needs some time on her own," he asked her.

Angela shot a confused glare at Mary. "Yeah, why not? Let's go blow some cobwebs away," she replied.

As they both stood to leave, Mary tried to apologise but the words wouldn't come out. Instead she yelled "That's it! Cocking well go!" once they were outside and she could watch them from the window.

~o~

Outside in the fresh air, John had an impulse to run and make the most of it. "Come on," he urged, taking hold of Angela's hand.

With a squeal of delight they raced along the sea wall until they reached the fishing boats below. Having said their greetings to Jake, they ambled by the water's edge, stealing the odd kiss as they went. That was until they reached a large boat that hid them from possibly prying eyes, and John made his move to kiss her properly; or so they thought.

Mary just happened to have her telescope with her, that was all! And she just happened to be searching for a particular sea bird somewhere near where the embracing couple stood; nothing more serious than that. But John sensed it.

"How about," he paused to ask, "We go somewhere a little more private? I have a room with a view of the bay that apparently is criminal to miss."

"I say let's give it ago," Angela happily replied. "I don't want to get you into trouble after all."

"You can do whatever you like to me," he said, with an eyebrow waggle.

"Is this what I was warned about?" she teased him. Seeing him raise an eyebrow in query, she added, "I was told you can be very... What was the word? Playful, I think."

"Oh I can do more than play," he answered. "I can do very serious too," he whispered close to her ear, just before placing delicate kisses there.

She grabbed his head in return, snogging him for all she was worth.

"Did I mention the tea making facilities," he said as an afterthought. He took Angela's answering laugh as a 'yes', and proceeded to lead her towards the B&B.

~o~

Alone at last in a room with a bed. As soon as the door closed behind them they lunged for each other. Bugger being polite! Bugger behaving properly! John was sick of all that. He wanted the woman in his arms, and she wanted him just as much. This was how it should have been with Bobbie. Okay, he knew that Angela and he fancied each other like crazy, that there was no way that this could be called love yet; but it felt so right to just dismiss it.

"A single bed?!" Angela exclaimed when she dragged her eyes away from him.

"Yes, sorry about that, but I was sharing…," he tried to explain, but his mouth was suddenly preoccupied again by a pair of delicious lips.

His heart soared when Angela eventually answered, "We'll manage."

Something else soared too.

~o~

"Hello Mary!" Ann greeted her as she struggled with a loaded laundry basket towards her washing line. "Can I do something for you?"

"Oh! Hello Ann," Mary returned the greeting. "I was just admiring your… garden." She stroked a nearby privet and leylandii hedge to emphasise her point.

"Nothing to do with that nice young man staying with me then?" Ann asked with a knowing smile. "Your Angela seems quite taken with him."

"Is she? I hadn't noticed," Mary countered nonchalantly.

"Be careful or he'll steal her from right under your nose," Ann warned. "He could barely take his eyes off her when they showed up here."

"Did he?" Mary tried to remain calm, but she just saw red and suddenly bolted for Ann's backdoor that stood ajar.

"Mary! I've just…," Ann yelled out as Mary entered her kitchen and there was a loud smash, "…cleaned the floor…" Ann ran to see what the damage was, and found Mary groaning amid a pile of dirty washing, a spilt mop bucket of suds and fallen crockery. "Are you alright?" she anxiously asked.

She tried to help Mary up, but Mary let out a scream of pain.

"What is it? What happened?" Angela blurted out the questions as she and John ran to the inner kitchen doorway.

Ann could not hide her amusement that they both stood there in their underwear. "Mary's had a bit of an accident," she explained.

"It's my leg," Mary whined. "It hurts like buggery." John knelt down and began to run his hand expertly along the leg she was indicating. "Get your filthy hands off me!" Mary demanded.

John decided to ignore that insult. "You've broken it; we'll have to get you to Casualty," he told Mary. "Ann, can you arrange a taxi or something, please?" he turned his attention to plead with Ann.

"Oh Mary," Angela knelt next to her to sympathise while Ann sought out the telephone. "Whatever were you thinking?"

'Clearly not what you were,' Mary wanted to reply, but moving her body slightly to remove John and his underpants from her line of sight caused a fierce pain to course through her and rendered her speechless.

Her sense of pain was increased when John commented, "It looks like I'll have to come and help you run the shop for a while."

Angela, however, looked delighted.