Applauding Aristotle

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"Aristotle!" Donna cried in surprise. "The Aristotle!"

"It's the only one I know," the Doctor cried, running around the Console. "And I know a lot of people!"

Donna felt the TARDIS thump to a stop. By now, she could tell the ship's moods from the way she hummed and moved, and, as far as Donna knew, the TARDIS was in a good mood.

"Where are you going?" the Doctor's eyes widened comically as Donna, instead of running for the doors, moved deeper into the TARDIS.

"I'm going you change," she explained. "Can't walk around Ancient Athens in jeans and a Sherlock T-shirt!"

"Donna. . ." the Doctor trailed off, knowing that he was going to be ignored.

The TARDIS hummed as Donna's hurried steps faded away.

"It's nice, though," he commented to the ship. "Having a companion so enthusiastic about dressing up."

She made another noise.

"Stop it!" the Doctor admonished.

The Doctor stood near the doors, waiting for Donna, tapping his foot impatiently. Boy, that woman can take her time! I want to meet Aristotle. . . now! the Doctor stopped jumping in place as Donna came into view.

"There you are!" he greeted. "And just so you know, we're not in Athens!"

He opened the doors of the TARDIS with a flourish. In his enthusiasm, the Doctor could almost hear a fanfare as daily life in Macedonia almost literally popped up in front of their eyes.

Donna elbowed him, "Too much."

"It was, a bit, wasn't it?" the Doctor frowned.

"Let's go!" Donna cried.

The Doctor allowed Donna drag him across Macedonia, asking him question about objects and people.

"340 BCE," the Doctor said as they walked through the city. "Three years after Aristotle was appointed the head of the Royal Academy of Macedon by Alexander the Great's father, Phillip II of Macedon. He'll leave for Athens in 335 BCE. . ."

Donna stared at her escort, at the faraway look in his eyes.

"What is it?" she asked. "Doctor, you alright?"

"Of course I am!" he cried, too quickly in Donna's opinion. "Now. . . where were we?"

"Aristotle?" offered Donna.

"Right, yes!" he breathed. "Come on, Donna!"

As the Doctor's hand closed around hers, the question Donna wanted to ask him was gone, replaced by a single thought: Run.

All information was gotten off Wikipedia.

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