Rose Marion Tyler-Noble died on a Monday, because Sunday would have been too boring a day to start her final journey. She died with a smile on her lips, surrounded by her three daughters and their spouses; her many grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and the few great-great grandchildren having already said their goodbyes. She had lived to the ripe old age of 127, which, even with the technological and biological advancements in anti-aging and disease prevention, was way past the average life span of 114 that humans couldn't seem to advance past. However, Rose Tyler-Noble had the advantage of having an extremely active life, access to cutting edge experimental research, and remnants of the time-vortex embedded in her very genome. Now this last factor in all probability should have been detrimental to her well-being, but after 100 years of watching and waiting for something to happen, it seemed that the only side effects were positive: she healed faster than a normal human, had slightly enhanced telepathic and empathetic abilities, a keener sense of time, and a slightly slower aging process. However, when her husband of 102 years passed away only about a month or so earlier (on a Saturday, much to his pleasure), she felt that it was her time to move on as well, and her body reacted accordingly.

Doctor Jonathan "the Doctor, John, and/or the Oncoming Babble" Noble was more of biological marvel than even his wife. No one quite knew his real age, which was further complicated by the fact that he quite literally sprouted as a fully-grown adult. He shared many of the traits that the time vortex had given his wife: the telepathy, accelerated healing and decelerated aging, and although he technically had an even better sense of time than she, he was perpetually late. His peculiar biology was due to a third strand of DNA and the fact that he was half Gallifrayen, an ancient alien species that no longer existed and had never existed in this particular universe. John, unlike a full Time Lord, had only one heart and this led to many deviations from what could be expected in his lifetime. He had no respiratory bypass (much to his chagrin) and though his lifespan was elongated slightly, it was nowhere near the thousands of years it could have been. However, this suited him just fine. He had once made an offer on a beach, ("I've only got one life, Rose Tyler. I could spend it with you. If you want.") and this was the way he could fulfill his vows. So he settled into being human, but he never settled down. This suited his wife just fine, she was never one for domestics anyways.

The births of three baby girls over a decade and a half helped to quell some of the need for adventure, especially because they seemed to have inherited their fathers talent for getting in trouble and were as jeopardy friendly as their mother. Donna Susan Noble, the eldest, had once broken her leg after falling while attempting to jump from one tree branch to another and had driven her mother crazy when she and her father had "improved" her wheelchair so it now functioned as a hovercraft. Sarah Jane Noble, who was never just a middle child, had once nearly burnt down the school when a particularly enthusiastic science experiment went wrong after she got distracted (a habit she picked up from her father) and mixed the wrong chemical solution. Martha Andrea Noble, the baby of the family, was a bit quieter, but as a child had a habit of protecting others against bullies that left her with more than a few bruises over the years. These childhood passions, as they often do, evolved into more career like pursuits as they aged. Donna had taken the mantel of Torchwood field operative and had risen to the rank of director as her mother and grandfather had done before her. Like her mother and grandfather, she always managed to be out in the field for the saving the world events, never content to be behind a desk for too long. Sarah had put her love of the stars and natural curiosity to good use as an astrological researcher and mechanical engineer, discovering ways to view more of the universe from good old Sol 3. Martha had gone on to work for the United Nations, heading the committee that was charged with extra-terrestrial relations and creating global policies for negotiations with alien cultures. All three women wore their hair as their natural brunette, even while their mother had kept her hair dyed blonde until it had stubbornly faded to white. Donna was stick-thin like the Doctor, Sarah had his height, and Martha was nice mix of the two but had her mothers full lips; all were incredibly intelligent (clever they would say) and had inherited the restlessness found in both of their parents. They were happy and extremely close and even the introduction of spouses and children did little to break them apart.

So when Rose Tyler-Noble gave one last tongue-touched grin as she laid in her bed in the room that her and her husband had shared for just over a 102 years, and closed her eyes with an accompanying sigh, it was no surprise when three identical cries sounded by three distraught daughters. Two husbands and a wife gathered them into their arms, tears streaming down every face in the room, with silence except for the sound of sobbing lingering as no one could quite yet put emotions into words. What was a surprise was when a gasp came from the prone figure of the late Rose Tyler-Noble, complemented by a blinding flash of golden light. When the spots cleared from the occupants of the room's eyes, they had to blink again to verify that what they were seeing was in fact real: On the bed where Rose Tyler-Noble had just died of heartache and old age, sat a gasping young 20-something looking girl. Gone was the peaches and cream skin, in its place was cinnamon and clove, short silver hair was now a wavy, deep mahogany brown that curled gently beneath the swell of her breasts. This stranger was still curvy and she had similar full lips, shaped differently but still luscious. However, when she looked up and met the eyes of the gaping occupants of the room, she was a stranger no longer. The same impossibly golden whiskey eyes shared by every female in the Tyler-Noble line gazed around the room, meeting with three identical expressions of shock and amazement. Silence reigned for a heartbeat and then a double heartbeat, and the reborn Rose Tyler spoke her first words in this new body. Looking back she wished that she could have said something brilliant, but regeneration had the habit of striking most clever thoughts out of your mind in favor of stating the obvious, ("Hello! Okay–ooh. New teeth. That's weird.") and so it went, " Well… that was unexpected."


So, this idea has been floating around in my head for a few days now, and since I don't have finals or papers to write I guess I wrote this instead.

Also, first lines from regeneration on the New Who are great (not counting Tennant's kind of, sort of regeneration):

10- "Hello! Okay–ooh. New teeth. That's weird"

11- "Legs! I've still got legs!"

12- "Kidneys! I've got new kidneys! I don't like the colour."

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, any of the lines that come from DW, or characters, but this was written by my overactive imagination.