I never know why. I only know who. (AU)

Chapter 18

"What did you do?" Diana laughed as they got out of the car at Clara's house, John knowing exactly what was about to come in a few minutes. And for one thing, she certainly would not be laughing.

They knocked on the door, and they barely had to wait a second before Dave had answered it.

Diana was very aware that he looked flaming, but as she had never met this man before, he could tell he was trying to somehow not lash out at something.

"Hi, you called?" She said politely, extending her hand to shake. Dave took it politely, shaking it gently and stepping aside for them to walk in.

"Yes." He said simply, unsure of how not to lash out when he saw John's pale face behind Dinah, avoiding his eye sight.

John could see Clara in the corridor, leaning against the wall, her eyes red raw and her cheeks were puffy from the tears.

She looked up the moment she saw him, half in relief and half in fear. They both looked like they were about to get shot, and Diana noticed. She had never seen Clara looking so upset. It was a disturbing sight, but not as bad as the one on her son's face, which said he clearly knew why she was crying and he was scared too.

John saw Clara's nose twitch, which he had learnt was the first sign she was going to cry. He took a few steps forward, walking towards her to hold her, but he was stopped in his path by a large hand on his chest.

Dave faced him angrily, staring John in the face. "Don't you dare go near my daughter." He threatened menacingly.

Clara stood up straight from where she was in the room, moving towards them. "Dad, stop it." She begged, her voice sounding strained and upset. Her tears were filling her eyes once more. "Dad!"

"Excuse me?" Came a loud voice from behind, but John continued to be tense even then. "How dare you speak to my son like that?" She accused, angry at this man she had never met. The door behind them shut with a thud as Diana walked further into the corridor.

"Mum, leave it." John mumbled, knowing full well that she wouldn't be siding with him in a moment.

But she carried on, ignoring her son's quiet plea. "Just because you know him, doesn't mean you have a right to..."

"Do you know what your son has done?" Dave asked simply, facing her eye-to-eye.

Diana stood still, looking to John in confusion. He was a good boy, so she doubted he would have ever done anything bad. At least, she hoped.

"He impregnated my daughter!" Dave shouted angrily, thumping John hard on the chest as he grabbed the back of his shirt and held him forward angrily.

"Dad!" Clara screamed out, grabbing the back of his shirt in an attempt to pull him away from John. She'd never seen him hit anyone before, but she figured he was very close to doing so.

"Is this true?" Diana asked John, watching as he cowered away from the man that seemed ready to kill him.

John didn't even need to say anything. The way he bowed his head was enough to let Diana know it was true.

"You didn't." She said in disbelief, walking over to John, grabbing him by the neck and pulling him away from Dave. "You. Did. What?" Diana shouted, making John fear his life even more.

"He got her pregnant." Dave butted in, sounding more angry than ever, but it was more laid back now. In some ways, that made it so much scarier. "And then, he expected her to get rid of it. So I have to deal with my daughter crying, saying that she can't, because of this little twat!"

His last words were emphasised with him coming up behind John and grabbing the back of shirt once more. And the worst part was, Diana didn't even bother trying to stop him.