A/N: Thank you so, so, so much for your kind reviews and for following this story! I didn't expect such acceptance after just one chapter! So I hope you like the second one. It's still the beginning so don't worry if you don't see it advance quickly. The best part is yet to come!

Also, I wanted to thank my three Spanish friends for their ideas and contribution and for motivating practically harassing me to keep writing. You know who you are :)

P.S.: I'm taking my exams soon, so I don't know how often I'll be able to update from now on, but I'll keep on writing, promise! Enjoy!

The Doctor sighed in annoyance, rolling his eyes once again.

"Two thousand years. Two thousand years of the same old life and humans still can't react normally. Maybe Vastra was right. Maybe people are apes," he said to the silent room.

Trying to honor his self-awarded title, the Doctor attempted to check the strange girl's vitals and make sure she wasn't hurt. However, his reluctance towards physical contact caused him to move his rigid arm slowly, resulting in an awkward position. And his kneeling beside her to feel her breathing didn't help at all.

Relieved to see he was going to get answers sooner or later, he went on to examine the room he had been brought into. Even though the lights were dim and he couldn't see properly, he noticed that it looked like a military base of some kind, with weapons everywhere and what seemed like fighting costumes. On the other side of the room, several computer screens glowed, providing most of the light. The Doctor walked towards them to see if he could learn something else from them.

But before he could do that, a strange-looking plant resting on the table caught his attention. He took his sonic screwdriver out of his pocket and pointed at the plant.

"Huh. A harmless fern. Nothing to be worried about, eh, little buddy?" he said out loud. "Do you know that among the thousands of languages that I speak, plant is one of them? Well, of course you know I speak plant, I'm talking to you right now, aren't I?" Smiling widely, he bent down next to the plant. "Don't tell this to anyone, but in a few million years, your species will evolve so much current humans will be like babies to you!" He caressed the fern. "You might even be the ancestor of a tree woman I knew once! Her name was Jabe. Ah, such a great woman." The Doctor looked up, a little nostalgic. "But that's neither here nor there. What can you tell me about this place? And are they by any chance holding you prisoner and depriving you of sunlight?"

Everything went silent for a few seconds. He was an impatient man, but he knew if he hurried the fern it would never answer him. And they used to take their time, with all that sap flowing so slowly.

"Oh, my goodness! Is that so? Wait a second. Who's Oliver Queen? And what does a bed have to do with any of this? Ah. I see. So this Oliver and that strange woman lying over there – what was her name again? Happiness? Sorry! Sorry! Felicity. Right. Weird name. So they're together and she bought you as a gift, is that it?"

Before he could hear the fern's answer he heard a loud gasp. Felicity had woken up and seemed to be trying to stand up without fainting again.

"Wh… Wh… What's happened?!" she babbled, still too shocked.

"Nothing new, unfortunately. You humans just can't appreciate the simplicity of time travel! It's just a mere journey between one place and another, what's so shocking about it?! I wonder how you'll cope with flying cars in just a few cars," the Doctor said, wandering up and down the room.

"I'm sorry, flying what?" Felicity asked, sitting up.

He just sighed heavier and stood by her side, staring at her from such a height she was a little afraid.

"Doesn't matter. Now, stand up, you've got hundreds of questions to answer, Felicity!" he almost shouted.

She stretched her hand out to him but he walked away immediately, leaving her there with her arm up, shocked and unable to react. Finally she understood he wasn't going to help her and she got up by herself, dusting off her blue dress.

"How do you know my name?" Felicity asked, frowning.

"Your fern told me." The Doctor didn't even face her – he was too busy checking the screens.

"Whoa! Slow down. My what did what?" She blinked a couple times – something she wasn't supposed to do, at least not in front of the Doctor. Steven Moffat had made that very clear.

"Your fern! Seriously, are you deaf? Do you have any serious hearing problem? Is your brain unable to process sound waves? Because if so, tell me so I can at least chat with the plant. So far, he's proved to listen better," the Doctor yelled, exasperated, throwing his arms in the air.

Felicity just stood there. Still. Silent. A thousand questions gurgled in her head, but she just didn't know what to ask first. How on Earth had that man asked the fern? Was he actually the Doctor? Could that be? And if so, what had happened with her lovely – though browless – Matt Smith? But there was something else. Something that was burning her from the inside. How did she know the fern was a 'he'?!

"God! You're even making me miss Rory!"

At that, her Whovian side clicked and woke her up.

"Hey!" she snapped. "Rory was great, it wasn't his fault Moffat just kept on killing him off!"

The Doctor breathed deeply, trying to control himself – that woman was getting on his nerves with all her babble and the knowledge she wasn't supposed to have.

"And you know Rory because…" he said, his eyes closed.

"I told you! I'm a Whovian! What is more," she approached the Doctor to whisper. "Don't tell the BBC, but I've been trying to restore some of the classic episodes on my own." She used her mysterious look.

"I couldn't possibly tell them, I don't know who they are!" the Doctor shouted while pulling out his hair. "Nor do I know who this mysterious Moffat is! You just keep saying things that doesn't make any sense!"

"Okay, okay! I'm sorry!" Felicity walked towards him. "Let's just say I'm a big fan of the whole time-travelling thing, and the cool alien names, and the chemistry between the Doctors and their companions, and-and-and the plot twists! And… I'd better shut up now." Felicity turned around and went to the other side of the room to look at the screens.

He was standing awkwardly with his arms closed, but the moment he realized he wasn't going to get answers that way, he immediately ran to her side, clapping enthusiastically.

"Okay, so are you going to tell what were you up to when you hacked the TARDIS?" he asked, as calmly as he could.

"Right!" she shouted, startled. "I was trying to see the footage from the hospital. Reports say some medicines have been stolen, and we just wanted to confirm it wasn't related to drugs and stuff like that."

"'We'?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah! My team and I. We're called the Arrow Team. Our job is to stop criminals and protect the city," she said grinning.

The Doctor didn't say a thing, but those words hurt him a little bit. It was usually his job to protect the world, and he would certainly love some free time more often, but his pride wouldn't let him admit that.

"Have you checked with the police? Is there any similarity between the thefts or are they just random medicines?" said the Doctor, rather bored already. Mundane problems didn't spark any interest for him.

"Hadn't thought of that. Sorry to quote you, but that's brilliant!" she exclaimed, sitting on the chair and typing exasperatedly.

"You're not going to stop being creepy about my past, are you?"

"Nope! Better get used to that," she said without taking his eyes off the screen. "That is, if you're planning to stay."

"Sorry, I can't, there are a thousand dangers and aliens and conspiracies out there and it is my job to stop them. But it's been nice to meet you!"

"Aw, seriously?! Thank you!" Felicity exclaimed.

"I was talking to the fern," the Doctor answered dryly. And then he waved at the plant and started walking towards the TARDIS. Felicity quickly got up from the chair and ran towards him.

"No, no, no, no! Wait, please, pretty pretty please! Don't go!" She planted herself in front of the Doctor, between him and the TARDIS. "I want to go with you! Please, take me with you!" she begged.

"I'm sorry, I don't take just anyone with me, much less a half-deaf human." He tried to walk around her.

Desperate, Felicity dropped to the floor and grabbed the Doctor's leg tightly with both hands, looking like a child who was having a tantrum but determined to keep the Doctor in the Foundry.

"Pleeeeease!" she shouted. "I want to go with you! I want to travel in the TARDIS, I want to visit Raxacoricophallapatorious – not for long, though, – and the Hat Planet, and the planet Barcelona, and New New New New New New New New New New New New New New New York, and–"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, shuttety up!" he yelled while trying to get rid of Felicity. "Oh, for goodness' sake. If I say yes, will you let me go?!"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" she looked up at him with her glowing blue eyes. "Oh my God, thank you so much! You're so not going to regret it." She stood up.

But before the Doctor could say anything, the computer beeped. Felicity went to sit on the chair and checked the results.

"This is weird."

"What is?" he asked, the word 'weird' attracting his attention.

"The stolen medicines have something in common. They all contained iron in some form."