Clara Holmes?

Part 3 of 7

‚I was only a few months old when she found out that she had cancer. She had asked her best friend Ellie to raise me. One day she told my mum that she and her husband couldn't get kids on their own, so they were my best chance. My father ran away before she even had a chance to tell him, that she was pregnant. After Ellie died, Dave gave me letters from my mum. My real mum. In these she told me that she had no other choice than to give me away to Ellie and Dave because my real father ran away, in the middle of the night. She also tried to contact his mother, but she never answered her phone calls or her letters. But even though she was very angry and hurt, she never stopped loving him.'

I try to see something in his eyes. He just stares at me with a puzzled expression. Do I really have to tell him?

Ok, I guess I have to tell him. 'She also wrote me the name of my real father.'

I pause, not only am I very close to tears now it's also very hard to talk about it 'It's you. You are my dad.'

'What? You? I had no idea that Louise was pregnant. If only I had known. What is your name?'

'Ehm, Clara. My name is Clara.' Pointing to the Doctor who leans against the wall, I also introduce him. Then Mycroft starts to talk absentmindedly 'I, I worked for the British Government. They, they needed me in Russia and I wasn't allowed to tell anyone, it was a secret operation. I wasn't even allowed to tell my own family, it would have been too dangerous.' Now I know what it is. He's sad. He's really sad. I can hear him swallowing before he starts talking again 'I loved her very much. I would have given my live to safe her.'

The Doctor really tries to be quiet, to not break our moment. But Mycroft's basset hound just woke up from his bed in the corner, and is sniffling The Doctors feet. 'Oh, be quiet, come on let's go outside. We can talk outside and leave these two alone.' On the way out he turns back to us 'Sorry, go on, go on. We'll wait in the kitchen.' And with a heart warming smile from the Doctor he and the dog leave the room.

We both chuckle over the Doctor. 'How did you find me?'

'My mum told me everything about you in her letters. But it was still hard to find you. Couldn't have done it without him.'