Now That We're Here

by crazy-for-movies

Quite a few one-shots about the metacrisis Doctor and Rose, now that they're in Pete's world, generally in order, some resemblance of a storyline in there somewhere. Some are complete crackfics just thrown in there, but enjoy! Way better than it sounds, I suck at summarizing! Everything from weddings and kids and general domesticity to bananas and converse!

1. Banana is Not a Name

Disclaimer: Anything you recognize i don't own (sadly)

Rose peered over the top of her teacup at the doctor and sighed. She really couldn't keep calling him the doctor anymore. And John Smith just wasn't going to cut it. Almost as if he could feel her stare, he looked up from his newspaper and peered across the table at her.

"Something on your mind?" He asked her.

"Yeah," She answered. "You really need to come up with a name."

"I have a name," He grinned at her.

"Yeah, the Doctor," she pointed out,

"Hello," he waved and smiled at her. This was going to be harder than she realized, Rose thought as she rolled her eyes.

"I mean a real name, a proper one," she said.

"John Smith."

"No."

"Why not?" he almost whined at her.

"Cause that is the most generic name I've ever heard, and besides, that's what people use when they're spies or somethin'. It just sounds so fake," She explained.

"Do I have to?" the Doctor asked, sounding like a five year old.

"Pick something new, but not too new, I don't want to have to remember a completely different name, and of course I can still call you Doctor when we're alone. Cause that's who you are."

"What do you think of Rassilon?" he asked her peering over the top of his glasses.

"Absolutely not."

"Piesang?"

"Now where did that even come from?" Rose exclaimed, giggling.

"It's Afrikaan for banana."

"There is no bloody way you are naming yourself banana."

"Well what am I supposed to do?" he exclaimed.

"Think of something you like," she suggested. He opened his mouth but Rose cut him off. "Not bananas." He started to open his mouth again, but once more she interrupted him. "Not anything alien, not anything food related, and nothing just… weird."

He looked at her with a pout on his face.

"Rose Tyler," he declared, "You take absolutely all the fun out of this."

She glared at him but continued to make suggestions.

"Well you like Scotland, don't you? Take a Scottish name."

"Scottish. Scottish, Scottish, Scottish, Scottish, Scottish," he repeated as he ran his fingers through his hair, making it stand up even more on end than it was. After a little while he looked up at Rose. "James," he stated simply. "James Smith."

Rose grinned at him. "There you go," She smiled. "I like it, but you still need a middle name. I've always liked David."

"James David Smith. I like it," The Doctor said, his brilliant grin spreading across his face.

"A little bit of the old John Smith, and some new bits but not too exotic. I like it. And we can call you Jamie for short." Rose smiled as well, her tongue poking out from between her teeth.

"There you go," The Doctor (well, Jamie now) grinned.