Title: Name
Author: Megan Faye
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who
Author's Note: My first Doctor Who fic. This is the first in a series of little one-shots. The reason for them being short little fictions is a 2 and a half year old boy, and a 30 year old husband who both thrive on attention, cooking, and clean boxers.
Hope you enjoy!
"Tea?" Rose asked gently. The doctor opened his eyes and coughed hard. Rose kissed his forehead. "Fever's lower. 900 years, and this is your first cold."
"I've never been human before," he pouted. It had been a year, an entire year without the TARDIS, with only one heart beating, and The Doctor was happier than he'd ever been.
"Its got honey and ginger." He sat up and accepted the cup. "What's all the paper work in the office about?"
"Rose," he started, voice rough as another cough raked through his chest. "After 900 years of space and time, beginnings and endings of worlds, I'm done. I'm ready to live a quiet, alien-free, world crisis-free life. Torchwood is running on its own, properly, with liaisons and diplomats. We need to retire, and just exist together."
"That sounds wonderful." Rose snuggled into the bed with him. "But it doesn't answer my question."
"I'm still very clever, as it turns out. I'm going to teach physics. There's a small private academy in need of a good teacher, and I needed to come up with the proper paper work." Rose smiled as he took his last sip or tea, and set the cup down on the side table. He relaxed back into the warmth of their bed and allowed her onto his bare chest. "There are two problems, that I need a solution for."
"All right."
"I need a name."
"First or last?"
"First. I've got the last name well picked."
"Tyler?" she suggested, with a smile. "You look like a Tyler."
"Nope. Won't work." He pulled something from under his pillow. "I was hoping that Tyler could be my last name, and I can't very well run around with the name Tyler Tyler, now can I?" he said, opening a ring box. "That is my second problem. You have to say yes." He met her eyes with a lop-sided grin. It started to fade when he saw tears welling. "Rose, love-"
"Yes, of course," she squealed as she launched himself into his arms. Despite the fever, cough, slightly runny nose, and the smell of a man who hadn't showered in 2 days, she kissed him deeply.