"Oi. And what do you think you're doing, space man?"

The Doctor jumped- he had almost forgotten about his companion! Donna was leaning out of the TARDIS, looking as impatient as ever. She shook her head at the doctor, who had been kneeling down in the sand inspecting the map. "And what are you doing down there, for?! Come on!"

He stood and walked back to the TARDIS, pocketing the map. The small hole that had marked Xena's whereabouts remained untouched, he would inspect it and think about how to get there, later. It was going to be a heck of a trip, and likely not one that his blue box could make without causing some trouble. He stroked his chin, deep in thought, the constant chatter of his sassy friend coming in and out of his focus.

"And I don't understand why I couldn't meet the Greek hunk! "God of War"- he sounds hot! And I've never met a God before. At least, not a God that humans worshiped. That I know of." She straightened up and looked at the Doctor, "Doctor, have I met any Gods?"

He was somewhere else for a second, turning his sonic screwdriver over in his hand. There was silence for a second, and then he muttered, "Anyone can be a God if there's a race gullible enough to believe it."

"What do you mean? You mean I could be a God?" Donna laughed, "That idea is complete Rubbish! Who would worship me?! Ants!?"

"Some races believe Time Lords to be Gods." Donna fell quiet. Even with her loud mouth, she knew when the Doctor needed a moment of silence to get his thoughts in order. She also knew that whenever he would catch himself being too intense he would soon make a joke, which is exactly what he did.

"And those Olympians!" He blabbed, faking a laugh, "Way too silly. Funny race, they are- strangely enough from a planet called Olympia. It's near Gallifrae- I guess you could say that the Greek Gods are the Time Lord's crazy, deranged, cousins. You know- the ones you're too ashamed to invite over for Christmas. Anyway, they came here COMPLETELY by accident- I'm afraid they'll all be gone soon, the be replaced by Gods more capable of standing the trials of time."

"Time," Donna muttered, herself drifting off in thought, "If you're a time lord, and gods kill gods, they you're a God who can kill gods…" She paused and smiled up at the Doctor, "Its all very confusing. Anyway, so why do you need this Xena chick?"

"Long, long long long story," he told her, "But I promise to explain it all on the way! We've got a long walk ahead of us."

Donna gaped. 'Walk!?" She exclaimed, "What is the use of a TARDIS if you have to walk across Rome!"

"Greece," The Doctor corrected her, "Right around the first century AD. You've been around here before- Pompeii. But that was Rome. Greeks are a little bit more… Well, Greek."

"And Xena? What's she like?"

The time traveler creased his brow, "Well, actually I've never met her. I've heard- and read- a lot about her, though. Her companion, Gabrielle, was one of the greatest bards of ancient times. Their adventures are extraordinary- unbelievable, to be something from Earth. I thought it was the stuff of Legends, until recently."

"And what changed your mind, Doctor?" The Earth girl inquired, unphased by the fact that she was over two millennia before her own time, "How did you know she was real?"

"Because-" the doctor jogged across the TARDIS, pulling something out of a cabinet that Donna was sure she had never seen before. He held up two pieces of something that once looked like a loop, kind of like a Frisbee without a middle, but was very sharp on the outer edge. It was silver and gold, and Donna found herself becoming confused while looking at it. Regardless, she knew what it was- a weapon. "I found this," the Doctor continued, "A Chakram. The weapon of Xena."