Disclaimer: Uh… no, sorry.

Summary: Rose/10.5 mush stuff.

Pairings: Duh! Rose/10.5.

Rating: K

Genre: General; Romance.

Chapter Summary: So what's his real name? …wow, bit longer than usual.

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"What're you calling yourself then?" asked Jackie one evening as her, the Doctor and Pete looked on at the TV.

The Doctor looked up, realising she was talking to him. "Sorry?"

"Well, you can't call yourself 'the Doctor' for the rest of your life, can you?" said Jackie, her arms folded.

"Why not?" the Doctor asked, with a frown.

"Well, who do you know called 'the Doctor'?" said Jackie.

"She's got a point," Pete put in. "You need a name… what do you want your baby's birth certificate to say? It can't say the father's 'the Doctor', they'd never accept it."

"How about Paul?" asked Jackie thoughtfully. "I always like Paul."

"Or Phillip," said Pete.

"Nah, not Phillip," Jackie said. "I knew a Phillip, 'orrible man. How about George? Or you could just use John, Rose said you used that a lot."

"No," cried the Doctor, suddenly overwhelmed by this sudden need Pete and Jackie had to change his name. "I'm fine, really. Just leave my name alone."

"Touchy," tutted Jackie. "Well, what's your real name then? I'm sure your mother didn't call you 'Doctor' when you born."

"No, it's – it's –" he waved his hand away dismissively. "It doesn't translate… too long, no one would understand it."

"Well, you've got to get a name from somewhere. What about when you get married? The vicar will want to know your full name," said Jackie.

"Married?" repeated the Doctor.

"Well, yes. She's waiting for it isn't she?"

"Pardon?"

"For you to ask her!" Jackie rolled her eyes. "I mean, a baby on the way…"

The Doctor sighed and stood up. "I think I'll go to bed."

Jackie shook her head. "Typical man. Walking away from what needs doing."

The Doctor ignored her, making his way out of the room and upstairs to his and Rose's room. She was sat up in bed, reading her magazine. She smiled at him when he walked in.

"Your mother's a handful," he muttered as he stripped off down to his boxers.

"Thought you knew that," said Rose, tongue peeking between her teeth as she grinned at him.

"Oh, I did," he assured her. He climbed into bed next to her, lying down and facing her. "They were on about my name."

"Oh yeah?" Rose put down her magazine and laid next to him, head on pillow, faces inches from his.

"Yeah… saying it needs changing," the Doctor muttered in disbelief.

"What about your real name? What is it?"

"Oh… well, a Timelord can only say it…" he trailed off.

"Yeah?" she pushed. He just smiled but didn't answer. "Well," said Rose. "You're not a full time lord. Your half an' half." She grinned at him, "So…?"

He stared at her for a moment. He nodded and a smile escaped him. Gently, he leant down towards her ear and whispered something into it, then drew back, smile in place.

Rose stared, and then grinned. "Wow."

"But… other people can't –" he began.

"I know," she said quickly. She put her hand through his hair and planted a kiss on his lips. "It's 'k. Know matter what you're called, to me… you'll always be my Doctor."

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AN: Well? Hate it? Love it? Want to shred it to pieces? This was just a small pay back on River Song… 'cause I think the human-Doctor would tell Rose his name, so she'd know too! Obviously I don't know the actual so sorry for those who actually expecting a name.