It's been years, or maybe just minutes later, I can't stop thinking about children. What if I hadn't died? Would the Doctor and I eventually have a family? No, that was ridiculous. He's the Doctor, he doesn't like change. I remembered how Amy had told me that the Doctor seemed to think that Amy being pregnant was a nightmare. Maybe it was, because I happened. I turned his whole world upside down. I smiled. What about our children? We were married for goodness sake. Would they have red hair like Amy? Or would they be brunettes? Would they have one of the Doctor's smiles? That look in his eye when he becomes excited over all those little things? Suddenly, CAL appeared with Dr. Moon.

"You want children, do you not?" She asked me. "You want the children you could have had?"

"Yes. Yes I do." I said.

"I can create some for you. They would only be programs, but I can do match ups and crossovers to make them as realistic as possible in correlation to the Doctor. Would you like that?" She asked. I thought for a moment. Did I really want pretend children? Well, I was going to be here for eternity, I might as well have an idea what it is like to be a mother.

"Yes. I would like that very much CAL. Thank you."

"Searching databases. Accurate matches available." All of a sudden, I was in a hospital bed, wearing a plastic gown. And there, in three little beds beside me were my children. Triplets by the look of it. CAL had given me three beautiful babies. It was hard to believe that they were only programs. I stood up to look over my children. There was one boy and two girls. I picked up the boy first. He had Amy's red hair.

"Well hello little one. I'm your mummy. Did you know that you were given to me by a sweet little girl? Well, she's a computer too. It's all very complicated. Would you like to meet your sisters?" I showed him the other children lying in their tiny beds.

"Those are your sisters. And I am your mummy. I still need to name you all. What shall I call you? Trevor? No. Darcy? No, it's a little too girly don't you think?" I paused. What shall I name him? I wanted it to be special, but I didn't want to forget that the baby was still only a program.

"I know. Centurion. How about that? Do you like it?" Centurion gurgled. I took it for a yes. I smiled. Rory, my father, the Last Centurion. He is the last. That will help me remember the baby is a program, but at the same time, he will remind of my father. The man that protected Amy for 2,000 years. He's older than the Doctor. That just proves how far love can go. Love has no limits.I gently placed Centurion back in his little hospital bed and picked one of my two little girls. This girl, her eyes were a deep blue. I knew exactly what her name was to be.

"Hello my little Tardis." I whispered. "I'm your mummy. And I'm going to take very good care of you. You might think it's silly that I named you after that police box. But let me tell you. That police box is strong. She always took us where me and the Doctor were supposed to be, even if it wasn't where we expected to go. She was very wise. And I have a feeling you're going to be very smart. Oh yes, my little Tardis, you are going to be very smart." I kissed her forehead and laid Tardis gently back down on her bed.

I picked up my last little girl. This little one had curly, curly, chocolate brown hair. And her eyes seemed to know everything. Spoilers, she seemed to be saying. I couldn't call her just Spoilers though, that was ridiculous. Then it hit me.

"Hello Donna Spoilers. Yes, to the world, this name is probably the most ridiculous name. But there's meaning to me. This name will remind me that Donna Noble used to be here. The Doctor's very close friend, was saved on this hard drive, just like I am now. And do you know what else? The last word I ever said to the Doctor. That word, do you know what it was? It was "spoilers." I defended his future, my past, with my last breath. I gave up my life so that there will be a future with me for him. I gave up my life because there were too many points in time that they can't all be rewritten. So Donna Spoilers, I want to remember that always. But do you know what? I know you're going to turn out wonderfully. And do you know how I know that? It is because I am going to raise you. My little Donna. We'll have lots of fun with your siblings, won't we? Oh yes. There are many fun days ahead for us."

I laid Donna down in her bed. I looked at my three children. Centurion, Tardis, and Donna. Yes, there were wonderful days ahead for us.

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