A/N: I think I'm enjoying this too much.
"I was born April 18, 2007 to one Rose Tyler." He started, eyes never leaving his father's. "Since I was little, I was never lied to about who my parents were, though Mum did try to get me to treat Mickey like a father." He smirked. "But apparently, like you, I took a slight disliking to him." The young man's gaze switched to his companion, who's gun was still aimed at the Doctor's head. Raising his hand, he rested it atop her gun and gently forced her to lower her weapon.
Leaning in, he whispered something softly into her ear, which caused her to flush slightly and put her weapon away. Still smirking, David approached his father, slowly circling him.
"My name, incase you were wondering, is David Allan Tyler." green blue eyes, much like his mother's, gleamed with pride. "And I've spent 10 of my 17 years of life, trying to figure out how to get your attention."