Izzy now knows the identity of Donor 386. What happens next? Well, you'll have to trudge through this swamp of caffeine-induced depravity. Just kidding. It's not really depraved, but is caffeine-induced. Caffeine and sugar. This chapter was written under the influence of Mtn Dew. Fear my caffeinated fury. FEAR IT!

*Ahem*

Anyway, on to the story!

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Chapter 4

Oh god, it's him. How could it possibly him? How could it be Basil? Sure, he had taken care of her at A&E at Hartnell Memorial Hospital, but there didn't seem to be any special bond between them. Of course, there wouldn't be. It was mere genetics, wasn't it? Never mind that she liked him right away when she met him. Maybe Basil was just a likeable fellow. It couldn't be him. However, the evidence was undeniable. They were too much alike and Izzy was 100% certain that the doctor was her biological father. Inside, she was freaking out and trying not to show it. She looked anywhere but at the man. Basil, curse him, seemed to notice her distress. In a concerned voice, he asked, "Isabel, are you all right?"

"Peachy." Isabel said faintly.

Basil's sister seemed to be contemplating the young girl. Finally, she said, "You're the one who sent me messages, aren't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Izzy said, trying not to panic.

Did Missy know that she was the girl from the website for MyOrigins DNA test that she used? To Izzy's relief and mortification, Missy narrowed her eyes and said, "I knew that it was you. You said that you were forty." She threw her arms up into the air. "God! I can't believe that I catfished an eleven-year-old! She counter-catfished me! Basil, I'm many things, but a paedophile is not one of them! She was supposed to be a forty-year-old man from Manchester!"

Basil groaned and said, "Calm down, Missy! I don't think you're a paedophile! In fact, this sounds like the exact kind of mess that you'd get into."

The older man then narrowed his eyes at Izzy and, in what sounded a suspiciously like a 'dad voice', said, "You have a lot of explaining to do, young lady."

"I didn't catfish her, I swear!" Izzy said desperately. "Mum won't even let me have a Twitter account!"

Basil gave her a good, long look before nodding. "I believe you."

"She reminds me of you, Basil." Missy said wryly. "I bet she's a horrible liar, too."

"Um..." Izzy said awkwardly.

Missy waved her hand dismissively and said, "Anyway, I have people to schmooze."

"Missy," Basil said, "don't even think about it."

"Fine!" Missy pouted. "People to schmooze and not tranquilize. God, you're boring!"

With that said, the woman strolled away. Basil returned his attention to Izzy, who was chewing on her thumb. "Isabel, are you sure that you're okay?" Basil asked.

"I'm fine." Izzy lied. "Just fine. I chatted with someone who called themselves Missy in a," The young girl tried to think of a lie. "80s slasher films chatroom."

"Your mum lets you watch those kinds of movies?" Basil raised a brow.

"I'm eleven, not four." Izzy said with a frown. "Besides, it's tame compared to some of the creepypastas out there."

"Creepy... pasta?" Basil questioned.

"You know, a creepypasta." Izzy said. "Jeff the Killer, Slender Man, the Russian Sleep Experiment. Things like that."

"What's a 'Slender Man'?" Basil asked.

Izzy let out the type of groan that could only be accomplished by an exasperated pre-teen who was frustrated by a clueless adult. The eleven-year-old then proceeded to explain everything she knew about Slender Man. By the time she was done, Basil was frowning at her. "You shouldn't know these stories." he said.

"There's an app." Izzy explained. "I can show you if you'd like."

"I must admit, I am curious." Basil admitted.

"It's easy." Izzy said. "Just search 'Creepypasta.'"

The conversation about apps led to a conversation about board games, which led to a conversation about card games. "So you're saying that Missy's tell is that she crosses and uncrosses her legs repeatedly when she has a good hand?" Izzy questioned.

"Yes." Basil replied. "Whenever John deals, he sings The Gambler by Kenny Rogers."

Izzy snorted with laughter. "That so sounds like John!"

It was then that Izzy realized that Basil's nephew marrying her mum's cousin was kind of weird. "So John's your nephew, right?" the young girl questioned.

"Well, technically he's my ex-wife's half-sister's step-son, but I've always viewed him as a nephew." Basil said with a shrug. "I never had any children, so he's always been family."

So she wasn't in any way related to her cousin's new husband. Good. That left one question. "You never had any children?" Izzy questioned.

"None at all." Basil said. "At my age, I've kind of given up on the idea of fatherhood."

Izzy nodded. She felt kind of sorry for the man. He would never be her dad, but he still seemed like a decent person. She could tell by the sound of the voice that he had wanted children at one point. Izzy wiggled her toes in her shoes. She glanced back at the dance floor. She noticed that Basil was doing the same. It was then that a red-haired woman about John's age appeared. It was revealed that she was Scottish when she spoke. "Hello, Basil."

Basil smiled and said, "Hello, Amelia. Where's Rory?"

"Resting." Amelia indicated a man who was sitting at a table who was holding a handkerchief to his nose. "One of the guests elbowed him in the nose while he was dancing. It's not broken. He's more embarrassed than anything."

"That would happen to Rory at your co-worker's wedding." Basil chuckled.

It was then that Amelia noticed Izzy. "Oh, were you going to dance with your daughter? I'm sorry. I'll leave you to it."

"She's not my-" Basil tried to say, but Amelia was quickly out of earshot. "-daughter."

He saw the young redhead chatting with John. The floppy-haired man then looked at Basil and began waving his arms in the air. "Dance with my cousin-in-law, Uncle Basil!" John shouted.

Basil and Izzy let out simultaneous, eerily similar groans. The two then headed to the dance floor. The music changed to Watch Me by Silento and Izzy did one of the only dances she was good at- the dance featured in the song. When she glanced to her side, she saw Basil dancing some severely outdated moves. She snorted and said, "My granddad has those moves!"

"Next song!" John shouted.

The DJ switched to the next song, which was The Hustle. Basil raised a brow and asked, "Can your granddad do this?"

Basil then proceeded to dance the Hustle. Izzy rolled her eyes and joined the man. With surprising ease, she joined him in doing the Hustle. Yes, her granddad did this dance, too. For someone who looked like an uncoordinated stick insect, he wasn't a horrible dancer. The rest of the guests who were dancing joined them in the iconic dance. When the song was done, Basil and Izzy both sat down, laughing. "Not bad for a stick insect." Izzy laughed.

"I'm glad that I did a good job." Basil chuckled. "The only dances I can do are from between 1974 and... when did the Macarena come out?"

Izzy groaned and facepalmed. Why did Basil have to be such an adult?

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Clara spotted her daughter chatting with John's Best Man, an older man in his fifties. When she got close enough, she recognized him as the doctor who had taken care of Izzy. Still, there was something else about him that was oddly familiar. He looked somewhat like the man she had seen at the restaurant where she and Danny had their one-month anniversary date. His hair wasn't as grey back then. He was quite a bit taller than she was. He wasn't exactly an eyesore, either. One might speculate that he had kind of a silver fox thing going on. Still, she was a thirty-something mother of an alarmingly intelligent child, so she didn't really put any further thought into the man's appearance. Izzy smiled and said, "Mum, you've met Dr. Foreman, haven't you?"

Clara nodded and said, "Dr. Foreman, it's nice to see you again. I didn't recognize you at first."

"It's the scrubs. Some people actually don't recognize me when I'm not in scrubs." Dr. Foreman said wryly. "It's like I have an alter-ego."

"Superman in scrubs, then?" Clara said teasingly. "I suppose that makes you Clark Kent."

"Though X-ray vision would be a time-saver, I don't think anyone would be able to print the films." Dr. Foreman said with a smirk.

A ginger woman rushed over and said, "Basil, Oswin is going to throw the bouquet. Typical that she'd wait this late to do it."

"How is this my problem?" Dr. Foreman asked.

"John told me about what happened at Donna's wedding when she threw her bouquet. Someone might need medical assistance again." the woman replied.

Dr. Foreman sighed and stood up and headed off to where the event would be happening. Clara, of course, followed him. "I hope nothing bad happens." Clara said. "I know that these things can happen, but the bouquet toss at my wedding was not in any way violent."

"Last time, I had to treat someone who had been trampled by a dozen women in heels." Dr. Foreman said flatly. "It wasn't pretty."

"Yikes." Clara grimaced.

When they arrived at the area where many women were gathered, the duo saw that Oswin was standing proudly in her dress. She tried to toss the bouquet, but she had always been terrible at tossing and ended up flinging it at high speed towards Clara's face. On instinct, she reached out to catch it so it wouldn't hit her. The next thing she knew, her hands were on the bouquet, along with another pair of hands. That pair of hands belonged to a certain emergency doctor. Dr. Foreman released the bouquet and cleared his throat. "I didn't want it to hit you." he said. "I've seen how hard Oswin can throw something."

"What happened?" Clara asked.

"One of the nurses, an American named Jack, tried to teach Oswin about baseball and how to pitch." Dr. Foreman replied. "She got me in the head with a ball and I got a concussion."

"Ouch." Clara grimaced.

It was then that Clara realised that she was still holding the bouquet. She laughed at the silliness of it all and handed it to another woman. Oswin, of course, was smirking at Clara and Dr. Foreman as if she had discovered a truly delicious secret. It was then that John grabbed the microphone and shouted, "Hit it!"

The DJ started playing a song that was oddly familiar. It was quickly identified when John started singing. "We're no strangers to love. You know the rules and so do I! A full commitment's what I'm thinking of. You wouldn't get this from any other guy! I just wanna tell you how I'm feelin'. Gotta make you understand! Never gonna give you up! Never gonna let you down! Never gonna run around and desert you!"

John continued singing Never Gonna Give You Up in his surprisingly not-awful voice. When he was done, he dived off the stage and began to crowdsurf while Oswin rolled her eyes. Clara watched the whole thing and said, "John certainly has a lot of friends. He wouldn't be able to crowdsurf without them."

"John has a habit of making friends so easily that it's almost alarming." Dr. Foreman replied. "On his twenty-first birthday, he went to a pub and got into a fight with a man. By the end of the evening, they were drinking together and laughing. One month later, John was Best Man at his boss' wedding. He made friends with her and her wife, too. My nephew can't even get into a fight without befriending someone."

Clara chuckled and said, "That definitely sounds like John."

"Of course." Dr. Foreman said. "Unfortunately, John brought his little friend to my house after a night of drinking. Strax, I think his name was. He drove his beast of a motorcycle through my sliding glass door. When I came back the next day, my flatscreen was destroyed. According to John, there was wrestling on the telly and Strax tried to pick a fight with them."

"He sounds like someone that Izzy would call a 'pudding brain'." Clara mused.

Dr. Foreman scoffed. "Potato brain is more like it. That's why John isn't allowed to have friends over unless I've already met them."

"I'm lucky." Clara said. "The only one of Izzy's friends that I have to worry about is Stormy."

"Stormy?" Dr. Foreman seemed intrigued.

"Well, his real name is Alfie, but Izzy calls him Stormy." Clara explained. "They've been best mates since they were in nappies. They were about five at the time and they were playing superheroes and supervillains. Izzy was Time Girl and Alfie was Stormageddon, Dark Lord of All. After John learned of it, he started calling him Stormageddon and it sort of stuck."

"Ah." Dr. Foreman said. "That Stormageddon. All I knew about the boy was that John had babysat him a few times."

"John's a decent sort." Clara said with a smile. "One of the things that I like about him is that he never says 'would of' instead of 'would have'."

Dr. Foreman chuckled and asked, "English teacher?"

"Former." Clara replied. "I'm a writer now. My pen name is my maiden name."

Dr. Foreman raised a brow and said, "You're Clara Oswald?"

"Yep." Clara replied with a smile.

"John gave me a copy of Impossible Girl for my last birthday." Dr. Foreman said. "It's an interesting take on science fiction. Were Claire and the Doctor based off of Oswin and John?"

"Call it an author's secret." Clara said cheekily.

"Shame." Dr. Foreman smiled at the petite brunette.

Suddenly, there was loud thud as the mother of the bride's face hit the table as she slumped forward from where she was sitting at a table. Clara and Dr. Foreman spun around to see what had happened. There was a sense of alarm until she let out a snore. Dr. Foreman seemed to spot something, so Clara followed his gaze to a woman with some of the sharpest cheekbones she had ever seen. The woman seemed to be attempting to look as innocent as possible. Dr. Foreman sighed and said, "I have to go. It's been nice talking to you, Ms. Oswald."

"Call me Clara." Clara said.

For some reason, she didn't correct him by telling him that her married name was Pink. Dr. Foreman looked back at her and smiled. "In that case, you can call me Basil."

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Izzy plopped down on the immaculately made bed with a sigh. She absent-mindedly took note of the World of Warcraft duvet. She then picked up an Xbox One controller. The brown-haired boy sitting next to her seemed intent on starting the game. He was adorable, much like a puppy, even if he was a teensy bit on the pudgy side. "You want player one or player two?" the boy asked.

"Player one this time." Izzy replied. "I call dibs on the Lamborghini."

"You got it last time!" the boy protested.

"Tough biscuits, Alfie." the girl said. "I called first dibs. First dibs are binding."

"How about rock, paper, scissors?" Alfie asked.

"Fine." Izzy rolled her eyes. "Let's play your game, Stormageddon."

"All right." Alfie said with a determined smile. "You ready?"

Simultaneously, the two eleven-year-olds shouted, "Rock, paper, scissors- go!"

"Ha!" Alfie exclaimed triumphantly. "Paper covers rock!"

"Oh, fish fingers!" Izzy huffed.

"I get the Lamborghini." Alfie said. "You can have the Franken-car. It's just as good."

"Fiiiine!" Izzy groaned.

"Select course." Alfie said. "How about Urban Gauntlet? I heard that there's an unlockable car near the hospital."

"Hospital." Izzy said thoughtfully. "Right."

"Okay!" Alfie said with a grin. "Start!"

As the two pre-teens started the race, everything seemed intense. However, Izzy seemed distracted. Eventually, Alfie noticed it. "Izzy, are you okay?" he asked. "You haven't run over a single furry for extra points."

"Sorry, Stormy." Izzy said. "Slaughter time."

"We need to hit fifty purple furries in this course if we're going to unlock the new car at the hospital." Alfie said. "I heard that it's a Lamborghini police car!"

"What would it be doing at a hospital?" Izzy asked.

"This is Auto Charge 4." Alfie replied. "Anything is possible."

"True." Izzy said.

The two then returned their attention to the game. Izzy, for some reason, wasn't hitting as many furries as usual, let alone the rare purple ones. This was strange, because she was usually an expert at in-game vehicular furrycide. Eventually, Alfie made the decision to pause the game. "Hey!" Izzy protested.

"Something's wrong." Alfie said with a frown. "Spill."

"Alfie, nothing's wrong." Izzy growled.

"Izzy, who knows you possibly better than your mum?" Alfie asked.

Izzy sighed and said, "You."

"That's right." Alfie said. "I know something's bothering you, now spill and we'll get back to trying to hit fifty purple furries or one golden furry."

Izzy let out a soft sigh and gazed down at her controller. Finally, she spoke up. "I found him."

"Who?" Alfie asked. "The golden furry?"

"No." Izzy said. "I found him. I found the donor. I found my biological father."

"Oh." Alfie said softly. "Does your mum know?"

"No." Izzy replied. "I haven't told her. I don't know what to say to him."

"Do you know where he lives?" Alfie asked.

"No." Izzy said. "I met him where he works, then at my cousin's wedding. His nephew was marrying my cousin."

"So your cousin is marrying your second cousin?" Alfie wrinkled his nose.

"First of all, John is his ex-wife's half-sister's step-son, so he's not related to me in any way." Izzy said, clearly exasperated. "Second of all, Oswin is my second cousin."

"So there's no creepiness involved?" Alfie said. "That's good."

"No creepiness at all." Izzy said. "Though even if they were related, it still wouldn't technically be incest."

"Why do we have these conversations?" Alfie groaned.

"Because we're both bad influences on each other." Izzy replied. "You with your violent video games and me with my tendency to be blunt about all things."

"Right." Alfie said. He then got a thoughtful expression on his face. "You know what his name is, don't you?"

"Yeah." Izzy said. "His name is Dr. Basil Foreman."

"All right." Alfie said with a grin.

The eleven-year-old boy then got up and sat down in his computer chair before signing in on his computer. "What are you doing, Alfie?"

"Well, with a little searching and some internet magic," Alfie said, typing something down in the search bar. "I might be able to find out where he lives."

Izzy couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and trepidation at the thought of finding out where Basil lived. She didn't know what she was going to do with the information, but one way or another, she was going to find out.