Author's Notes: I do not own Doctor Who, the Doctor, Donna or the British Museum, though wouldn't it be cool to own at least one of those? Thanks for the reads and reviews and the follows.

The Doctor and Donna set off exploring the museum. Donna's back kept bothering her, so they took frequent breaks and stopped to rest while the Doctor would expound upon some object. Donna would question him about where he learned all this and he lied and said it was in the audio tour from some other trip he'd taken there. Truth was he hadn't been there in a hundred years or so and only vaguely remembered what that outing was all about. Something about mummies and the moon falling into the Earth.

They ended up in the clock room and the Doctor found that fascinating, even though Donna couldn't have been less interested. He leaned forward to peer closer at various timepieces and she stood back, trying to hide her yawns.

Not very well, though. He looked back at her in dismay.

"Donna, look at this! It's the oldest marine chronometer in Europe! How can you not be interested?"

"Easily. I'm going to sit. Why don't you let me know when you're done?"

Donna walked to the nearby bench and sat. The Doctor's watch alarm went off again. It also set off all of the other clocks and alarms in the room, as they all started chiming, gonging and ringing at once. He looked at Donna as she rubbed her back and walked over to her.

"What is this? Some kind of watch plague?", she asked.

"Are you alright? Do you want to leave?," he asked.

"No, I'm fine. Just a little back ache. I still want to see the rest," she said.

"Come on then," he said. "Al- never mind, let's go."

They stopped for lunch at one of the cafes. Donna was glad, she was famished, but hadn't wanted to give John any more excuses to go home. He seemed almost paranoid, checking around every corner before she went round it. She started watching the families nearby with small children. She motioned over to one with mum, dad and two angelic looking girls.

"That'll be us soon," she said as she picked absentmindedly at her salad.

John looked over, just as one of the girls screamed and the other pulled out a chunk of her hair. He looked anxiously back at Donna.

"Okay, not exactly us," said Donna. "At least, God, I hope not. I've had dreams about her, you know."

"Have you?" He took the banana off his tray and started eating it.

Donna felt stupid now. Why had she brought this up? "Well, you know they aren't really her, they're just a dream, but they've been practically every night for weeks."

"What's she like then?"

Donna blushed. "She's ginger."

John grinned. "Lucky her."

"Lucky? You've never had to put up with being called 'ginge' and being teased at school."

"I got teased plenty at school."

"Really? What did you get teased at school about?"

John took a deep breath and spoke very seriously. "Well, I don't know if you've noticed, Donna, but I'm a bit odd."

"No!," she said in mock shock. "You? Odd? Never!"

He smiled at her.

"Did I know how weird you were when I agreed to go out with you?," Donna asked.

John paused and considered it. "Yes, you definitely knew."

"Maybe that was my problem with men. I kept looking for normal and got weird, not weird like you, disturbingly weird like I changed my mobile number after I broke it off with them. Maybe I decided to go after weird and hoped I would get nice." She looked back at him. "What about you? What made you go after ginger and mouthy? Did you get tired of blonde and did whatever you said?"

"Uh... well, I don't know that that is exactly what I would say happened-"

"Oh, my God!," Donna shrieked giddily. "I did it again, by accident! Blonde! You used to go after blondes! I love when I guess things by accident, you get this look of panic on your face!"

"Well, that's all done now," said John. "Besides, I didn't exactly go after ginger and mouthy, you sort of caught me by surprise one day."

"Be glad I did. You so need someone like me."

"Oh, I know."

Donna felt the twinge in her back again and ignored it, smiling back up at John.

Donna led the Doctor into one of the Roman rooms. It made him anxious because of Pompeii, he hoped she wouldn't make any connections, but she seemed to find the whole thing fascinating. He followed close behind, just to make sure. She excused herself to use the toilet and he wandered to where a museum guide was giving a talk.

"This unusual relief was excavated from the villa of a marble merchant in Rome. He was called Lucius Caecilius Iucundus..."

The Doctor was floored. Seriously? Lucius Caecilius Iucundus? Wasn't that a coincidence? He was glad Donna was gone so he could have a closer look and not have to set off a fire alarm with his sonic screwdriver or something to create a distraction.

"These are some of the household gods, we can't be certain of their names, a man on the left, some sort of box in the middle and a woman on the right..."

The Doctor looked. It was him! Not the first time he'd been called a god, but still it was flattering whenever it happened. The TARDIS in the middle, wouldn't she be thrilled to know? And Donna! Donna on the right, she made one magnificent goddess, though he wished they would have immortalized her in something that showed she was ginger. He turned back grinning to find the entire group and the guide were staring at him.

The Doctor then realized it was because he was standing next to a relief of himself. As a god. In the British Museum.

"Oh, yes, fascinating, this," the Doctor said trying to maintain an air of nonchalance. "It's all ancient and Roman and... stuff."

"That's uncanny," said the guide, "you look just like the god on the left."

"Even your hair..." said one of the women in the group.

"Well, you know just a coincidence..." said the Doctor. "It's not as if I were in Pompeii on volcano day and saved a marble merchant's family's life with a box and now they think I'm a lord- I mean, god." He saw Donna re-entering the room. "Oh, well, got to go."

The group murmured as the Doctor ran back to Donna, putting himself between her and the relief. He saw heads turn to Donna and back to the relief, comparing. The murmurs grew louder.

"Let's go," he said to Donna.

"But I'm not done yet." She noticed the group. "What are they all looking at? Have I gotten that fat?"

"No, you're lovely, I just want to give us time to have a rest before the theater."

"But-"

"It's the British Museum, Donna. Trust me, it's not going anywhere." He paused, considering that. Well, not for a while anyway.

She relented and he led her out. As they passed the clock room going down, he heard his watch go off again. It once again set off all of the other clocks in the room.

"They really ought to get that fixed," said Donna.

"I swear! They just started going off!", the Doctor heard a curator shouting at a colleague. "That one over there hasn't even ticked in thirty years!"