Reaction fic to "Journey's End" (2/9)
Still spoilery through Doctor Who 4.13.
Nine Ways Donna Noble Had a Fantastic Life
by Christina K
copyright 2008
July 6, 2014
outside of Rome, Italy
"DONNA!" A bellow from the east side of the dig had Donna putting down her catalog list in the tent, then rolling her eyes and stomping across the plain, past several amused excavators.
"DONNNNNNNAAAA!"
"Wot? Dr. Kalas, we bought you that walkie-talkie for a reason, why won't you ever use it?" Donna stopped at the top of the trench, folding her arms as she glared down at her boss. "If you've broken or sprained something else, it's back to the staging area for you, bub."
"No! Look! Look! You were right! Look--" And then Dr. Kalas dissolved into a spate of arm-waving and Greek that Donna didn't bother to try to translate; she was already climbing down into the latest hole to see what had been found.
There, inset into the wall that Dr. Kalas and Spiros had been carefully uncovering for weeks, were the carvings she'd been hoping they'd find. The ones referred to in the notes she'd helped him translate three years ago in Rome. The altar to the household gods of the family Quintus Caecilius.
"Oh, my, goddess." She beamed at the stone bais-relief, and slapped a hand on Spiros' shoulder. "You owe me a pint!"
"I owe you a pint, an apology, and a credit on the article we'll write," Spiros said, brushing a kiss on her cheek. "The Lady and the Healer. You were right."
"I so was! Ha!" Donna leaned forward, barely daring to breathe on the carvings. There, a woman in Roman dress, holding up one side of the temple carving, in the same position of authority and respect as the man on the opposite side, with a miniature temple in between them. She tilted her head. "He looks odd. What costuming is that? That's not Roman. Oi! I won my side-bet! He's a barbarian! Woooo!"
"There'll be no living with her now," Spiros muttered under his breath to the head of the dig. Dr. Kalas ignored him, already photographing the sculpture.
"You have enough to publish now, Donna. The Institute will have to extend your grant on trickster mythology research." Dr. Kalas reached up to pat her on the head, which earned him an amused smile. "Congratulations, my dear. Wonderful day. Wonderful."
"Gods bless Quintus Caecilius and his devotion to his family," Donna said, punching the air. "And the gods that protected him. Woo!"
Nine Ways Donna Noble Had a Fantastic Life
by Christina K
copyright 2008
July 6, 2014
outside of Rome, Italy
"DONNA!" A bellow from the east side of the dig had Donna putting down her catalog list in the tent, then rolling her eyes and stomping across the plain, past several amused excavators.
"DONNNNNNNAAAA!"
"Wot? Dr. Kalas, we bought you that walkie-talkie for a reason, why won't you ever use it?" Donna stopped at the top of the trench, folding her arms as she glared down at her boss. "If you've broken or sprained something else, it's back to the staging area for you, bub."
"No! Look! Look! You were right! Look--" And then Dr. Kalas dissolved into a spate of arm-waving and Greek that Donna didn't bother to try to translate; she was already climbing down into the latest hole to see what had been found.
There, inset into the wall that Dr. Kalas and Spiros had been carefully uncovering for weeks, were the carvings she'd been hoping they'd find. The ones referred to in the notes she'd helped him translate three years ago in Rome. The altar to the household gods of the family Quintus Caecilius.
"Oh, my, goddess." She beamed at the stone bais-relief, and slapped a hand on Spiros' shoulder. "You owe me a pint!"
"I owe you a pint, an apology, and a credit on the article we'll write," Spiros said, brushing a kiss on her cheek. "The Lady and the Healer. You were right."
"I so was! Ha!" Donna leaned forward, barely daring to breathe on the carvings. There, a woman in Roman dress, holding up one side of the temple carving, in the same position of authority and respect as the man on the opposite side, with a miniature temple in between them. She tilted her head. "He looks odd. What costuming is that? That's not Roman. Oi! I won my side-bet! He's a barbarian! Woooo!"
"There'll be no living with her now," Spiros muttered under his breath to the head of the dig. Dr. Kalas ignored him, already photographing the sculpture.
"You have enough to publish now, Donna. The Institute will have to extend your grant on trickster mythology research." Dr. Kalas reached up to pat her on the head, which earned him an amused smile. "Congratulations, my dear. Wonderful day. Wonderful."
"Gods bless Quintus Caecilius and his devotion to his family," Donna said, punching the air. "And the gods that protected him. Woo!"