"What are you doing Doctor?"
The Doctor ran his hands threw his hair. His big hair. He still had to get used to it. "Making a list of names. I don't want to be John Smith forever." Looking up at Rose he offered it to her. "Wanna see it?"
Rose looked it over. "You can't be serious. Albus Dumbledore? James Bond? Gandalf? You can't have any of these."
"Why not?"
Rose patted his head. "They already exist love. You can't pick a name out of a fictional novel."
The Doctor frowned (not pouted because Time Lords, even ones that have suffered a biological meta crisis, don't pout) and pondered a different name. Finally thinking of one he wrote it down before Rose gave him a out "no."
"What's wrong with that one?!"
"Giacomo Casanova? I would never be able to look at you without laughing again." At his downcast look she rubbed his shoulders knowing he was disappointed. "Don't worry. You'll think of something. You always do."
"Rose~~"
Groaning at the tone of Tony's voice echoing throughout the house she kissed the Doctor's forehead before rushing to find the source of the voice.
The Doctor watched her go and sighed deeply as he pulled out a spinner. Each time he spun it he wrote down the letter. 'C' 'H' 'R'. After a moment of thinking he wrote down the name "Christopher". He repeated the process for the last name. 'E' 'C' 'C'. "Eccleston".
And thus the tabloid headlines now said in bold words "Rose Tyler's New Boy: Christopher Eccleston"