Warning: Contains 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…Or Is That Livid?


Wild Wild Women

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"Before we go any further, I need to confess something about myself," John hesitantly told Angela, "and what I know about you."

"Really?" Angela suddenly looked extremely anxious.

"No, nothing majorly bad, like…," he began to explain; his mouth moving wordlessly as he fought with himself how best to say it. "And I'm sure Mary meant well…"

Angela took in a shocked gasp of air. "Mary showed you the tape, didn't she?" she accused him.

"Well," he drew out the syllable for far too long. "Yes, yes she did." When Angela let out a squeak of horror, he quickly added, "It didn't change anything for me, because I already knew some of it."

"How?" she cried out.

"I… erm… there's no easy way to explain this, so I'm going to show you. Are you okay with me doing this?" he asked, bringing his hands up to her temples. "This is going to seem weird at first but I don't know how to word this, and it's miles easier if I just show you," he said, his words ending on barely a whisper.

"How are you…?" Angela started to ask, when her psyche was inundated with images. Strange images from his remarkably short life: sitting lonely in somewhere that looked like a jar, being freed, being able to see himself in a mirror, feeling abandoned, needing to find someone, then his relief at being rescued closely followed by feelings of love and acceptance from his family. "How the hell did you do that?!" she asked in shocked wonder. "But I thought…" And then she saw the tears trickling down his cheeks.

"You've been in so much pain, Angela," he said hoarsely. "I didn't know how much."

"What do you mean?" she asked defensively.

"I saw it in your mind. Why you ran from London, your father; from everything. But we can help you. I can help you," he stated confidently.

As she heard his words an overwhelming sense of peace and calm entered her mind that hadn't been there in far too many years. "What are you doing to me?"

He gently smiled at her. "I'm taking care of you; just like you've always wanted someone to."

"And you don't mind about me and Mary," she stated in realisation.

"No," he confirmed, because for him nothing else mattered right now except that they be together.

He rocked her in his arms as she wept in relief.

~o~

"Engaged?! Are you mad, Ange? You moron! You've only know him five minutes!" Mary stressed.

"I know it seems a bit quick but as I told you before; it's like he can see inside me," Angela defended herself. "You don't know him like I do."

"Never had the chance," Mary muttered. "Just 'cos he makes you shout loudly in bed don't make him husband material."

"You could hear me?!" Angela was clearly shocked and embarrassed

"Yes." Mary strung out the word sarcastically. "I am in the next room." She then glanced hesitantly at the door before whispering, "Is he really that good?"

Angela started to gesture in demonstration, and then changed her mind. Instead, she nodded enthusiastically. "He's got a heart of gold."

The two of them snickered naughtily together.

"That's still not enough though," Mary pointed out. "It's too cocking soon."

Angela huffed angrily and gazed out of the window.

~o~

Jamie sat perusing the newspapers in the shop and eyed Angela every now and then.

"What? What's the matter? Have I got something on my face?" Angela eventually asked, unable to take the small glances anymore.

"Sorry!" Jamie immediately chimed. "I was wondering… do I call you Auntie Angela now, or does that come later?" He jumped down off his stool and walked towards her hesitantly. "Are you okay? Should I get Uncle John? Would you like a drink or something?"

Angela anxiously slumped against the counter. "No, I'm fine. I can do this. I can be an auntie," she told him.

He leant on the counter next to her, resting his head on his arms. "It's really strange how much like Mum you are," Jamie commented as he gazed up at her. "Did you ever want a little boy?"

"I… I never had the chance," Angela admitted, mesmerised by his deep brown eyes. "I was ill for a long time."

"It's not too late," Jamie told her confidently. "Dad knows some nursing nuns that helped Mum to have me. I'll ask him to take you there if you like."

"Thank you," Angela answered, not really knowing what else to say, but slightly panicking at the thought of nuns disapproving of her. "I'd have to get married first."

"Of course," Jamie readily agreed. "You'd make a beautiful bride."

Angela immediately blushed. "I'm not sure about that," she said modestly.

"He's right," Teddie agreed from where he'd finished polishing the Post Office screen and woodwork, at the end of the shop. He sauntered over with his cloth to comment, "Jamie doesn't tend to make things up, unless it's to describe his nebula theory correction!"

"I didn't make that up!" Jamie protested. "Dad said it was possible."

Teddie grinned mischievously at him. "I'll believe you; thousands wouldn't. Do you fancy pinpointing that seismic interference with me when we've finished here? I was going to sweep Io first, if you like," he offered his brother.

"Ooh, yes please," Jamie enthused. "Did you want to come too, Angela?"

"You go start without me," she answered cagily since it sounded a bit beyond her, all this science-y stuff. "Doug might make a delivery soon."

Teddie reached out and tenderly laid a hand on her arm. "Just for the record, Angela, we don't think you're stupid. We think you're interesting," he told her.

"How did you know I thought that?" she asked him in wonder, caught unawares by his words.

He waved a hand vaguely near his head. "Because you sort of told me. You'll be alright, honest you will. Uncle John has healing hands. Now, is there anything else you need me to do before I get back to my project?" he asked, giving her a reassuring smile.

"No, I'm fine," she answered.

As she watched the boys chase each other away from her she realised that for the first time in many years she didn't feel frightened in the slightest and was genuinely fine. She might like being part of this family very much! With that thought, she drew out her clipboard to decide what item on her list needed organising next.

~o~

"Okay, confess; what did you do to make him agree to this switchover?" Donna quizzed John.

"Nothing! He offered all of his own accord," John answered.

"Oh yeah?! And I'm the Pope," Donna snorted in disbelief.

"Honest! The Doctor suggested pretending you two are us himself, just after we talked through how I should help Angela," he informed her. "I wasn't going to turn down an offer like this, was I?"

"It would be daft; that's true." She stopped what she was doing to smooth his shirt collar down. "This could be it, Bubbers; the end of an era," she mused.

"Or the start of a new one," he confidently told her. "I need to do this, to prove to myself that I'm more than a mere shadow."

"Oh John! You've never been that!" Donna exclaimed indignantly. "Don't say that about yourself, please don't!"

His expression softened. "She needs me, Donna. She genuinely needs me," he mused happily.

"And why wouldn't she? You're quite a catch," she said, emphasising her point by dabbing him on the nose, making him laugh. "I won't stand in the way of your happiness."

"I know you won't," he confidently replied. "I'm going to be a husband!" he exclaimed, and gleefully hugged her.

"Is she ready to meet the TARDIS yet?" Donna queried. "I don't want you to rush her."

"We're almost there," he replied. "I don't want to risk anything unnecessary before we take off."

"Mum is going to be so proud of you," Donna told him. When his eyes welled up at the thought, she hugged him again.

~o~

"Now don't start me off crying!" Donna chided John as they waved him and Angela off in their taxi. "Mum will be down here in a couple of days to greet you when you get back. Any problems, you contact us immediately, and…" She adjusted his lapels as she considered what to add next. "Have yourselves a flipping good time. Do you hear?"

"Will do!" he gleefully replied, and opened the car door for Angela. "Thanks," he told the Doctor as he gratefully shook his hand; right before the Doctor shocked him by giving him a big hug. "Stop it! I'll think you like me."

"I do more than that," the Doctor replied, and was gladdened to see John blush. "Next time, I insist you travel by proper transport."

John flicked his gaze to where Angela was hugging Donna. "We've almost worked our way up to that one. I'll risk it when we get back," he said.

The Doctor hugged him again. "We'll all be here waiting for you," he whispered, patting him on the back.

John then turned his attention to his eager nephews. "Bye boys!" he called out, and was gratified by their equally eager attention.

As they stood waving at the disappearing taxi, Donna thought to ask the Doctor, "Did you knock Mary out? She's been awfully quiet so far."

"Might have done, just a bit," he answered with a smirk. "I thought we needed to ease ourselves into this role."

~o~

All their good intentions soon went out of the window. Mary had woken up with the hump and was determined to take it out on them both. Angela had assured them that Mary wasn't usually grumpy; and she was just being normal for Cornwall folk. The Doctor had escaped to the kitchen, leaving Mary in Donna's capable hands.

It had seemed perfectly simple at first. How hard could it be to look after someone who wasn't an invalid? A bit of help getting out of bed and into the bathroom; and then a hand to get settled on the sofa. It should have been straight forward.

Donna eyed Mary with exasperation; why was she doing this again? The old witch was close to a slapping, that was sure!

"Ange! You know I don't like my tea this dark," Mary grumbled. She peered at Donna over the rim of her cup. "Are you still in love with him?" she quietly asked.

Donna sighed happily. "Am I?!"

"I hope that's me you're talking about," the Doctor commented as he appeared with fresh supplies of toast and placed them onto the coffee table.

"Might be," Donna replied, lifting up her face for an expected kiss.

He readily obliged. "Play your cards right and you'll have lots more to discuss," he said with an eyebrow waggle.

"For the love of… What has gotten into you two? You're worse than normal!" Mary griped loudly. "Can't you wait five minutes before trying to grope each other?!"

"I… we…," stammered Donna; suddenly realising she'd slipped out of character.

"Who could resist such a face?" the Doctor cheerfully taunted Mary, cradling Donna's head in his hands.

"Obviously not you, judging by the noises you were making last night," Mary retorted.

The Doctor shot Donna a look of embarrassment, and he gave a cough.

"She meant John," Donna consoled him in tones only he could hear.

"Yes; I can hear you," Mary continued in a sarcastic voice. "Though why God wants to hear from you is beyond me."

The Doctor felt anger rage through him on John's behalf. "Now look here…"

Donna placed a hand on his arm to stop him. "…out the window. Doesn't the sea look lovely today," she brightly finished his sentence.

Mary glanced up from reading the morning paper. "Have you gone soft in the head, Angela? Or are you hiding something?"

Donna lightly swayed her arms to smack the backs of her hands together. "Just trying to think of a nice treat for you, Mary," she answered.

"You could try breaking off your engagement," Mary suggested.

The Doctor and Donna plastered on their best smiles in return. It was beginning to look as though it was going to be a long couple of days.