Story: Six Lessons
Word Count: 2,422
Author's Summary: Five things Anita learned from River Song, and one thing River learned from Anita.
Characters/Pairings: River Song, Anita
Recced because: I confess that I have an absolute love of fic that is told from the point of view of minor characters, and here, Anita's point of view is bang-on. Moreover, this is River Song - wonderfully portrayed with all of her bristling wit and confidence - in a bit different capacity than we have seen her: she's a formidable teacher whose lessons are not necessarily anchored to any kind of course syllabus. The dialogue is cracking throughout and, as the reader, you're absolutely immersed in each of the scenes through it. But, underlying each scene is a subtlety of emotion that really hits you when you get to the fic's culmination. In all, it's wonderful and definitely worth a read.
"Archaeology is about more than just historical facts. If that's all you care about, I suggest enrolling in Professor Niemitz's class on Earth's Roman Empire instead. It's very interesting. But it's not archaeology."
Professor Song paced at the foot of the lecture hall. When she stared up at the tiered rows of seats, Anita froze. She had the sudden feeling she'd been caught doing something inappropriate, like chatting on her wristcomp, even though she'd only been recording notes on her datapad. Her thumb drifted automatically to the comp's mute switch, confirming it was still set.
"Archaeology is about people. Perhaps your other professors have allowed you to slip through with simple analytics about what an object is and how it was used. That isn't good enough. I will expect you to tell me who used these objects. Why. How they fit into the culture. Their complete context. If you don't plan to take the time to do this correctly, I hope you're aware of where the door is."