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Title: Prophetess
Author: [livejournal.com profile] timeboundpythia
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Blanket for Series 5/6.
Summary: "I’m pretty damn certain that River Song doesn’t spend the rest of her life instructing the Greeks in how to build their own civilisation."
Notes: This is just silly.


“What in the name of... What are you doing?”

She pauses in the process of wringing water from her hair, the voice familiar enough to not make her start, nor encourage her to cover herself up. “I would’ve thought that was obvious.” River turns to face him without modesty and loses the battle against the smirk that surfaces when he looks and tries not to at the same time. “I’m taking a bath.”

“In the spring--! You’re taking a bath in the Castalian spring!” he exclaims, only to hesitate and utter, “Why are you taking a bath in the Castalian spring?”

She feigns ignorance. “Didn’t you know? They think I’m their new pythia.”

The Doctor groans, the noise one unique to the long-suffering and not at all surprised. “When I said ‘get to Delphi; I’ll catch you up’,” he says lowly, perching on the very edge of the water, “I did not mean become their incumbent prophetess in the meantime.” He lifts a hand as though he’d throw her a towel or her abandoned peplos or something (anything) to put on and ends up discovering that there’s nothing within reach. “River...”

“Really, now,” she sighs. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”

“Yes, but... That may be,” he starts to say, “but it doesn’t mean everybody else should be seeing it!”

River laughs brightly and twists about in the water, glancing around and up at the walls of stone that surround them. “Jealous of mountains now, my love? Even for you, that’s a little paranoid.”

“Why do they think you can see the future?” the Doctor demands, his gaze fixing on a relatively innocent few inches of skin where her neck meets her shoulder.

She gives him a look that says it all.

“Well, yes, all right, fine. Stupid question,” he agrees with a flurry of hands. “But to go around announcing it to people really isn’t your thing.”

“You mean I don’t go announcing details to you.”

Now it’s his turn to give her that same look.

“All I did was mention the exact dimensions of the peplos to be presented to the statue of Athena in the Parthenon,” River says slowly.

“Aaaand?” he presses.

“...Only it’s not been presented to it yet. Actually, it’s not been made yet.”

“The peplos?”

“The Parthenon,” they utter in unison.

“And of course Iktinos is here seeking guidance after the Persians got to the last one. No point in building something else that’s going to be destroyed,” River concludes.

“Doctor of Archaeology, my-“

“Archaeology, yes. Classics, no,” she insists. “We can’t all pretend to know everything. Of course, it did all come rushing back the moment I said it. We don’t even find an example of the peplos I told them about until the thirtieth century.”

“Of course it did.” The Doctor stands and scrabbles around to the other side of the small pool to reclaim her peplos and throw it at her. “Come on; get a move on. I’m pretty damn certain that River Song doesn’t spend the rest of her life instructing the Greeks in how to build their own civilisation.”

She catches the flimsy white material. “Are you quite sure about that?”

He blinks. “You sticking around or-“

“It’ll go see-through now it’s got wet, you know,” River tells him, deadpan, waggling the fabric at him.

Hesitating, he takes a moment to consider that, steadily regarding her in her state of undress. “Needs must!” he decides. “Come on!”

She chuckles and shakes her head as she steps out of the spring. “Needs must,” she murmurs. “Right.”

Fin

Date: 2011-06-12 12:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vickysg1.livejournal.com
I love this fic! And yeah for writing Eleven/River!!

Date: 2011-06-12 11:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timeboundpythia.livejournal.com
Cheers! :) All the other fics I have in mind are angst, so I went for silly!

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