A/N: Hola! It's been a very long time since I put up a new OC and this one just really kept prodding me. She was meant to be posted years ago and has gotten very impatient lol. As I'm trying to introduce a new OC or two each year, and this year is so close to being over, she basically refused to let me try any other OC besides her.

So here we have TL6, for anyone that's followed her sneak peeks and teasers on tumblr ;) This story is called Discovery and it is the first story in my seventh OC series for Doctor Who (for any new readers, the other series are 1. The Academic Series (the Professor), 2. The Lunar Cycle (Evy Daniels), 3. The Heart of Time Saga (the Angel), 4. The Time Lady Memoirs (Mac), 5. The Gallifreyan Sacraments (the Judge), 6. The Emissary Reports (the Ambassador) if you're interested ;)) and will involve a new OC/Time Lady. I decided to call this series the 'Mysteries of Space and Time' due to the OC's title, which we'll see very soon ;)

This story will largely follow the events the OC or the Doctor are aware of and will be updated twice a week. Each episode will be 1 chapter and the specials will be 3 chapters. If I do any mini-sodes or prequels those would only be 1 chapter each as well :) This will be a Doctor/OC story.

I usually put the physical description of the OC here, but as we'll meet her very soon, I'll leave it blank for now and only say that there will be an added helpful visual at the end of the chapter of an actress that I think is similar in appearance to how I see the OC being ;)

~8~ is a scene break
"italics" is Gallifreyan
'italics' is mental communication between Time Lords

Disclaimer #1...I do not own Doctor Who, or a few little things might have been changed in the last few seasons :/

Disclaimer #2...My OC is in no way related to any other OC that may share the same title or actress I see being similar to my OC.

Enjoy!

~8~

Two Halves of a Whole

The Doctor was in quite a dour mood, Amy had noticed, since the incident with Idris and House. She expected it though, even Rory had expected it though he was a nurse and had always been more aware of other people's well-being than she might have been. But the Doctor was her pilot, her friend, and she knew what he'd done to his planet, his people, she couldn't imagine what he felt at having that hope of one of them surviving being dangled in front of him only to be hit with the fact that all those people who might have actually survived the war had been massacred by House? That none of them were actually alive? It would have killed a lesser man, she was sure of it. Because that was the worst part, not knowing. He didn't know if those boxes he'd found that he told them about were all from before the war or if there were some from after. He didn't know if some of his people might have actually escaped only to be killed before he could even find them. He was devastated.

It was why she and Rory had taken care to try and be there for him, and to not make any requests or push him for adventures until he was in better spirits and excited to go out there once more. Their last adventure hadn't gone well at all, even if he'd been allowed a chance to talk with his TARDIS as a person, losing her too, even if it was to return to the box, had been just as hard on him. Was it boring as anything to just be floating in space for days on end? Yes. Did she almost miss the earache he could give her when he was cooped up and all he did was ramble on about past adventures? Yes. But he was grieving and he needed time and they wouldn't urge him to adventure again until he was ready to, they owed him at least that after all he'd done for them and the Universe. If the Time Lord needed time, they would give him as much of it as they could.

"What are you doing?" she asked, coming over to him while he was hunched over at the monitor of the console, before frowning when she caught sight of what he was actually doing, "You're not…since when do YOU have an email?!"

He was literally going through an email account! A very cluttered email account apparently, it had thousands upon thousands of unopened emails in it. Did he always have that? She knew there was a phoneline for the TARDIS to reach him at, if he ever answered the phone, but she'd had no idea he had an EMAIL. Though, looking at it now, the phoneline probably stood a better chance of managing to contact him than that given how old some of them were.

...did they even HAVE email in the 1970s?

She supposed so for there they were, date and all.

He shrugged, "It seems, when I first started working for UNIT, they issued everyone an email," he scoffed, "Apparently this is what happens when you don't check your email for near 40 years."

Amy's eyes widened at that, staring at the massive amount of emails still in there, "Anything important?"

He shrugged again, "Newsletters mostly, alerts about possible alien invasions, all of which were stopped…spam. I'm running a program to get rid of that, and anything marked 'newsletter' or 'alert,' should clear things up. I hate clutter."

Amy snorted at that, he clearly had not been to the storage room of the TARDIS recently, it was packed full and piled high with just boxes and objects and junk, or at least what she would call junk. She never would have pegged the man to be such a hoarder had she not seen the state of that room. He wore the same clothes all the time! And he had an entire wardrobe filled with them!

But, whatever program he was running appeared to be working, email after email deleted itself in almost the blink of an eye…

Until there was just one left.

"Missed one," she had to point out with a tease.

He pouted, leaning forward again to see what it was about…and froze, his mouth falling open and his eyes widening so much his delicate eyebrows ended up in his hairline.

It was dated March the 5th, 2005.

The subject just read: Come and Find Me Theta

"Doctor?" Amy asked, frowning at his reaction.

He opened the email quickly, but there was nothing there except an attachment, which he opened as well, squinting at a small picture that appeared. He huffed, clicking a few controls and Amy jumped back when a projection of the picture appeared right where she was standing, blown up, in holographic form.

"Amy?" Rory called, wandering into the console room right as it happened, "What's that?" he asked the Doctor as the man's gaze flickered all around the picture, "Is that a...homework assignment?" he asked, a bit lost but that was what it looked like.

It was literally a picture of a text book, opened up to a random page, with a handful of things circled in different colors, with a couple of doodles in the margins. Rory could just about make out stars and what looked like a pyramid, or maybe it was a pizza slice, with some weird squiggles that might have been shorthand or something. One of the scribbles was circled in blue. He looked at Amy for an answer when the Doctor remained silent, but she could only give him a shrug, fairly sure it was some sort of mixed up email or some weird spam. But...the way the Doctor was focusing on it, it looked like he'd come across a code to unlock the Universe or something.

"It can't be…" the Doctor muttered, not really speaking to either of them as he continued to look around the book, his eyes frantically going this way and that to examine it, "This isn't…she's not…"

Suddenly he turned and began to run around the console, setting controls and pulling a lever to send them off into a very bumpy ride.

"Doctor!" Amy gasped, nearly thrown to the side and latching onto the nearest chair for support as the box bucked again.

"What's happening?!" Rory shouted, hearing a grinding noise sounding that didn't seem right and immediately grabbing hold of the railing around the console in fear of his life. It hadn't even sounded this bad when they'd flown to the edge of the Universe and beyond!

"Of course!" the Doctor was muttering to himself more than answering them, "Of course, she'd do this. Never could just make it easy can she? No, just puzzles, puzzles, puzzles, and codes and encryptions and bah!" he went a bit mad, pressing buttons that caused the console to spark, pulling levers that had a flame burst out of the side of it for a moment, "She's always doing this!" he muttered to himself.

And she was. If this…if this really was who he thought it was…and really who else would take such delight in such a convoluted method of communication? This was something she delighted in. It was never as simple as calling him up and saying 'let's hang out here at this time.' No, she would find random ways to leave him little messages anywhere and everywhere with some random place to meet. But it was never just coordinates or a timestamp, it was some sort of brain teaser or puzzle to work out, a code to crack. It suited her title though, so he couldn't complain, and the smile that bloomed on her face when he'd appear, especially within the time limit she'd set for some of them, it always made him more than happy to endure the migraine that formed trying to work out her notes.

This…this was just like her.

"Two halves of whole," he continued to mumble, "Theta Sigma. Two halves…it better be…please, please, let it be..." he begged to the universe for that last one.

The more he thought about it, the more he really, really, really hoped it was her. After the fiasco on House, if this was someone messing with him or some other trap…he really did not think he would handle it well at all. And not just be shouty at someone or be a bit threateny or angry but…if they gave him this hope, if they dangled the change to have her back, and took it away? after the trauma he'd just had? He was liable to blow up a planet.

God, he hoped it was her.

He grabbed another lever, yanking it down and running for the doors before the box had even fully settled, the Ponds after him.

"Doctor?" Amy called, squinting against the sudden sunlight as she tried to look around. She could make out the sound and smell of the ocean, could see some very old buildings, and some green covered mountains in the distance, but other than that she was lost as to where or even when they were, "What are we doing here? Where are we?"

"WHEN are we?" Rory added, noting that the buildings looked a bit new but...the few things he could see around it, the people very far away he had to squint to make out walking past them...they were not dressed at all in a 'new' fashion but a very, very old one.

"Greece, Samos, 570 BC," the Doctor called, heading right for the steps that led to a beach. Because of course it would be the beach, she had no sense of self-preservation at all.

If he found her drowning again...

"And why are we here?" Rory asked, really wanting to take a moment to enjoy the beauty of the island they had found themselves on (or at least he thought Samos was an island? He had looked at a few Greek Islands when he and Amy were planning their honeymoon and the name sounded familiar...) but after the rather spectacular freak out the Doctor had he was a bit concerned for the man's mental state more than the scenery and thought it best to check on him first.

"Because that's what the message said," the Doctor said simply, as though it was all the answer they needed.

"Um, no, it didn't," Amy pointed out, "It was a bunch of pictures and math…stuff. It was spam, wasn't it?"

He huffed, rolling his eyes as he spun to face them, still walking backwards as the ground became less dirt and pebble and more sand, "No, it was a puzzle. One yours truly has worked out."

"A puzzle?" Rory frowned. He agreed with Amy. Nothing about the image he'd glimpsed said 'puzzle,' it said maths homework and he couldn't think of any reason anyone in the world would be sending the Doctor math homework.

"An equation," the Doctor began, "With a giant red circle on the Y part of it. First word: Why. Then the entire equation was circled in yellow, second word: Math. Why is Math. Next, the textbook it was written in, circled in green. Third word: Book. Why is a Math Book. Finally, a rather poorly drawn baby crying in the bottom corner of the book..." he huffed a moment, "Really, she should be better at that, Michelangelo taught her how to do portraits so there's no excuse!" before he got right back to it, "Circled in blue. Last word: Sad. Put the words in the color order. Why is a math book so sad?!"

He looked at them as though waiting for an answer.

"Why?" Amy huffed, giving up. It might be the most beautiful beach she'd ever seen, but it was HOT out and this time she wasn't dressed for Rio. At least she wasn't in her nightie again.

"Because it has a lot of problems!" the Doctor cheered, "And the only problem on the entire page that was circled was the Pythagorean Theorem! Don't you see?" he cheered, "We had to go find Pythagoras!"

"But…wasn't he born in 570?" Rory vaguely recalled that odd fact from a pub quiz. He'd always been better at remembering birthdays. It really wouldn't help them though, would it? If they had to find the man, wouldn't it be better to touch down when he was an adult and capable of speaking?

"Exactly!" the Doctor pointed at him, not seeing the problem, "The badly drawn baby, meaning find Pythagoras when he was born. When and where, Samos, 570 BC!"

"I'm not following," Amy shook her head, honestly not sure at all how he got any of that from the picture she'd seen.

"Oh, just follow me," he huffed, turning on his heel again and walking along the shore, looking for something apparently.

Though…really…the Ponds became quite aware that there wasn't anything he needed to really SEARCH for…because it became very clear what it was when they came upon something very much NOT of 570 BC.

Such as a large rainbow beach umbrella with a blue and white cooler and stacks upon stacks of very modern looking books next to a mesh beach chair, each of them with a large glass with remnants of some sort of light brown drink resting on them with spiraling crazy straws left in. There was a woman there, they could see as they drew nearer, wearing very large red headphones, her sandal-clad feet kicked up on top of the cooler, bobbing her head to a song…a very quick, poppy song in some random language that they could hear playing through the volume of it, with black sunglasses on.

Very out of place for the BC era one would think.

The Doctor slowed to a stop a few feet away, and just…stared at the woman.

She was reading a book…well, literally flipping quite fast through the pages of it, snapping it shut and moving to add it to her growing pile, when she caught sight of them. She tugged her sunglasses down her nose to peer at them over it, her brown eyes tracking the three of them, before moving them onto her head and standing up.

The entire situation was made even odder by the fact that the woman was dressed exactly like someone from there and now should be. In a toga of sorts, with sandals, and her pale blonde hair up in some sort of twisty, braidy bun.

The two just stared at each other, the Doctor openly gaping at the woman as she began to smile, taking her headphones off and tossing them on her chair, not even seeming to notice she'd knocked the sunglasses off as well with the move.

"About time you got here," she smiled wider, "I've been waiting ages!"

"You're alive," the Doctor breathed, just gaping at her, slowly making his way closer to her.

She nodded, "I am," she looked him up and down, "I've been looking for you everywhere! You don't make it easy to find you."

"How have you been..."

She held up her left wrist, showing another oddity for the time, a worn Vortex Manipulator strapped to her arm. The Doctor reached out and gripped her hand and forearm, turning it this way and that to see it closer.

"Where'd you get that?" he wondered.

"I ran into a Time Agent in a bar."

He frowned at her, "Wasn't called Captain Jack Harkness was he?"

"No, don't know what he was called," she shrugged, absently reaching out to brush a bit of his floppy hair to the side, "Had brownish hair, scar on his eyebrow, skinny little twig him. Anyway," she dropped her outstretched hand to lightly touch his bowtie, "Conned it off him."

He chuckled, his hands trailing down her arm to grip her hand with both of his, "How'd you do that?"

"Big cup, small cup trick," she moved her hand on to the lapel of his jacket, straightening a bit of it that got a bit rumpled.

"What?" Amy asked, completely lost.

The woman turned to her, dropping her hand entirely, to the Doctor's pout, though he refused to let go of her hands, which she didn't seem to mind, speaking to Amy, "You set up one tiny cup, like a shot glass, on a bar in front of someone and you line up three bigger glasses, like pints, by you. Then you bet someone that you can finish all your drinks before they can drink that tiny little glass and the only two rules that apply is that you have to finish your first glass completely and place it down before they can start their drink and that they cannot touch any of your glasses. Then, when they agree, you finish your first drink and turn the glass over, putting it right over their shot glass. They can't touch it to get to their drink and you finish your last two. Easy peasy!"

Rory looked between the Doctor and Amy, one nodding along like it made perfect sense to him, the other frowning with all the confusion he himself felt, "Was that English?"

"I think so?" Amy answered, "Just...very fast English."

"Oh!" the woman's eyes widened, "Sorry, had a bit too much of those," she nodded her head to the sugary drinks set up on top of the piles of books, "Milkshakes, with extra chocolate sauce, can't get enough of 'em, which is bad cos I talk a little fast when I've had too much sugar."

"It's gotten to a point where I've got a theory she's consumed so much sugar her body just naturally produces it now," the Doctor laughed, finally releasing her hand to easily dropping an arm around her shoulders.

"Ooh, I missed you, Theta!" the woman beamed, twisting in his arm to hug him tightly.

He tensed in her hold, pulling back to stare at her with wide eyes, "What are you doing?" he hissed at her, his hearts racing.

"What?" she shook her head, confused.

He glanced back at the Ponds and then to her, "That was my name," he lowered his voice so they wouldn't hear, switching to Gallifreyan as well to be sure, "It's forbidden!"

She snorted, draping her arms around his shoulders and leaning on him slightly, his hands settling on her hips, "Since when do YOU follow the rules?" she asked, before shaking her head and going along with his Gallifreyan, "Honestly, Theta, if it's SUCH a big secret, give them your actual name for people to use and no one will ever realize it's your ACTUAL name! They'll think it can't be, because it's a secret!"

He blinked, straightening, honestly shocked at how much that made sense.

Had he actually gone mad at some point? She never made this much sense.

"Hold on," Amy called, seeming to have just caught up to the moment, "Theta?" she looked at the Doctor, "Is that...is that your name?!"

The woman laughed, twisting in his hold to lean her shoulder and part of her back to his chest, his arms winding around her waist, "That's what they called us in school," she said, with a slight roll of her eyes, as though it were a joke, not answering yes or no but giving enough where Amy wouldn't think it actually was his name, "Theta Sigma," she introduced, gesturing from the Doctor to herself, "Two halves of a whole."

The Doctor laughed, turning to rest his forehead to her temple, almost looking like he was nuzzling the side of her head as he spoke, "Don't forget the Master, Sigma," he reminded her, going along with her plan, testing out her theory.

"It's easier than saying three thirds of a whole, and HE was the one who refused to go along with it. The Master," she muttered the last word, pouting, "Rubbish title."

"He said the same about yours," he added, moving to rest his chin on top of her head, not needing to see her face to know the pout was there, before wiggling his fingers at her side in a tickle attack, "Eh, Detective?"

"What, you're the Detective?" Rory looked at her as she squealed and tried to tug away from the Doctor but he only laughed and pulled her closer. He, at least, he didn't know about Amy, was just realizing now that she wasn't just a Detective but a Time Lord too! Or a Time Lady? Though, really, given the Doctor's reaction to her, what he'd let slip so far, what they'd talked of, how could she be anything else? He cut himself some slack though, it had been a bit of a mad hour just then, he was allowed to be a bit slow.

"Exactly," the Doctor nodded, "Amy, Rory, meet Sigma. Also known as 'The Detective.'"

The Detective nodded, "I like a good mystery."

"And getting into trouble," the Doctor added, thinking fondly of all the times they had 'soniced and entered' when they shouldn't have.

"I have to be, being friends with you," she elbowed him lightly in the ribs, before using the motion to disentangle herself from his koala grip to face him, "Now," she put her hands on her hips, "Where's the Master?"

"What?" he blinked.

She rolled her eyes, "Come on, Theta. Two of my best mates..." she ignored the coughing noise Rory made, "Leave the planet at the same time, you don't think I'm going to notice? Don't think I'm not gonna go after them? I gave myself a century to find him, and had no luck. You were always better at guessing where he might be and..."

"Hold on, hold on, you went looking for HIM first?" he sounded the most offended he ever had in his entire life, even more than when Donna thought he was from Mars!

"Between the two of you, which do you think would be having a breakdown and throwing a tantrum about things more?"

"HE wasn't the one who destroyed the planet!"

"Which was why I went after him first, so you could have both of us there for you. Didn't work so well. Then I spent some time hopping around trying to find you. Had to send you an email just to get your attention," she looked at him a long while, "I'm sorry it couldn't be the both of us," she told him, "Seems you're stuck with just me."

The Doctor sighed and rubbed a hand down his face, unable to be cross any longer because she did have a point. It was true, between the two of them the Master would have been more destructive than he would, and that was if he hadn't turned into a human to escape the High Council, "Yeah...about that..." he mumbled before taking a breath, "He became human, then regenerated, then created a paradox machine to try and launch war on the universe, died, came back, tried to bring Gallifrey back from the brink of war, then got trapped on the planet before I...before I destroyed it."

The Detective blinked, then blinked again, before nodding, "Yup, sounds like him."

Amy and Rory could only gape at her, at how she just took all that in stride, didn't even flinch at what this Master bloke had done, nor did she seem even remotely surprised the Doctor had been the one to destroy the planet.

"You're not...shocked?" Amy had to ask, her easy acceptance just setting her on edge.

"One of them was bound to destroy the planet," the woman said simply, "I had money on the Master though," she turned and poked the Doctor, "You made me lose the bet."

"You...were betting on who would destroy your planet?" Rory shook his head, starting to feel a banging in it.

First the Doctor goes mad, now a new Time Lady shows up, and, honestly he wasn't sure what to make of it all. He'd thought, just seeing them, that she had to be his wife or something or...or whatever Time Lords were when they got married...did they have marriage on Gallifrey? It didn't matter, it was just...he could have sworn they had to be an item, they were just...so close and comfortable with each other, like he and Amy were, and then he finds out they're not actually, they're apparently just 'mates' and now he's rethinking every interaction he'd ever had with the Doctor where he'd either been called a friend or called Amy a friend because if that's how chummy friends were on Gallifrey and in his culture than he needed to rethink a lot about the adventures Amy told him about before he joined and while he'd been erased from time. On top of all that, the woman had actually had a bet going for when her own planet would be destroyed and which of her best mates would do it?

Was that normal?

Why could things never be normal with aliens?

"Not seriously," the Detective defended, "...but yes."

"My money was on her," the Doctor muttered, "I thought she'd get so frustrated with the two of us fighting that she'd do it herself. So we both lost."

"I consider this a win, at least," she bumped her hip with his, using the motion to press her arm against his side, "Found you again."

He smiled at her, taking her hand in his once more, "Found you."

"Only thing that would make it better is if you happen to have a change of clothes somewhere," she added, tugging at the cloth near her hip with her free hand, "Togas, only fun at Uni, otherwise annoying as hell. I've already tripped over it four times and gotten it caught on things."

The Doctor chuckled, shaking his head fondly at her, some things never changed, "I might have just the thing," he twisted his hold on her hand to tug it into the crook of his arm, heading off to lead her towards the TARDIS.

Amy rolled her eyes as they went, "Come on," she huffed to Rory, moving to the Detective's things, "We need to clean this up," she added, "It's too modern to leave here."

Rory nodded and the two got to work, gathering the umbrella and cooler and books and chair to return to the box. It hadn't taken them too long to do and it appeared the Detective had stopped a few times to try and brush sand out of her sandals along the way, so they weren't far enough behind the Time Lords to not hear the woman's words upon seeing the old box.

"I didn't think I broke the circuit THAT bad."

A/N: A very short introduction, I know, we've only touched the tip of the iceberg in terms of the Detective's personality and quirks. But I can say she tends to be a bit scatterbrained so it would be very much in character for her to cut a conversation off just to change clothes lol ;) And, since we're learning more about her as Amy and Rory do, I felt like it would be better to observe how they come to know her in the next few chapters, how she reacts and acts and speaks and thinks more than trying to cram it all in here. She's a very complicated person lol and I hope you'll all enjoy getting to know her more ;)

But here we have TL6, the Detective, otherwise known as Sigma :) I liked the play on words idea of the Doctor's nickname in school being Theta Sigma and played on the idea of, what if it wasn't just him, what if it wasn't just HIS name but someone else basically joined at the hip with him, a package deal, so much so that everyone else just refers to them both as Theta Sigma like they're one person ;)

I know that in my other OC series for Evy, her son LJ is also called Sigma. This OC would NOT let the name go though. I'm rationalizing it as LJ will go by LJ or J or the Captain MUCH more than he will be referred to as Sigma. While here, Sigma will be used during practically every introduction or address by the Doctor.

So fun game show moment here: Each chapter, except this one, is going to feature a line/quote from a movie, book, or TV show, possibly even a song. There will be at least 1, possibly more but at the very least 1, hidden in the chapter, every chapter. I thought it would be fun to see if anyone spots it/them ;) I'd, of course, add in the next chapter's notes what those lines were for the previous chapter, but I thought it would be a cool little interactive game to play :)

Also, on that note: if there's some funny line from a movie or show that you think fit an episode of DW drop a little review and I'll see if I can sneak it in if it's not already there ;) Caveat to that, I would probably only put ones in from shows/books/movies that I've seen and not from ones I haven't. Only because that way I can be sure of the context. I do not think this would ever happen, but I just say this as even in the real world someone could offer up a quote from somewhere and it sounds funny or witty but then later you find out it was said about slavery or rape or murder or something. Again, I do not ever think any reader would do something like that, submit a quote only for it to be from a very terrible scene or terrible event. But to be safe, I'd probably only put something in that I myself have seen or read and know where it comes from. That's not to say you should only submit quotes or lines from shows or movies listed on my profile of stories I'll write in the future or have already written, I do see and read more than I write for lol, so a book or show you've seen that I may not have talked about or mentioned, I may have seen or read it too. So drop a line if you'd like and I'll do my best to include it. I may not have a way to sneak in all suggestions, because some events may change with Sigma there, but I want Sigma to be a little more interactive than the other TLs have been ;) It can be for this current story or if you have one for future stories in the series, that's cool too, I'll be keeping a list of the quotes, for what episode, and who suggested it ;) And if I add in a quote that someone dropped off, I'll be giving full credit to that person in the next chapter where I identify the quote ;)

Sigma is going to be...well, imagine the Master if he wasn't so homicidal or the Doctor if he was a little more manic, lol. If you haven't laughed at least once or felt exhausted by the end of her chapter, I'll need to step up my game lol ;)

Poor Amy and Rory lol. I feel like Amy was a bit annoyed by all the sudden things going on and revelations, and Rory was more 'this has been a very long day (hour)' and struggling to keep up :) I get the feeling they are going to have many, MANY more moments like that when it comes to Sigma ;) Poor Rory I think will be a cross between just exasperatedly confused and medically concerned about some things Sigma gets up to ;)

As a helpful little descriptor, an actress I see as being similar to the Detective/Sigma is Anna Faris ;)

Lastly, just putting this here because I've promised my sister I would always put it in at least one chapter, I made a page called ko-fi, where people can show support of a person by contributing a 'cup of coffee' to them. It's not a real cup of coffee, it's a donation that is roughly the cost of a cup of coffee, or about 3 dollars. The link is up on my profile or on my tumblr's LINKS page if anyone is interested. There's no obligation, requirement, or commitment, it just sort of feels to me like a little 'let's talk about your work over a cup of coffee' ;) They should really make one for tea though, I love tea :)