Once upon a time, there was a man traveling through all of time and space to satisfy his curiosity. Born in one of the most prestigious families of Gallifrey, he refused to follow the rules and codes of his own people to live his lives the way he wanted. Staying still and being the simple witness of all the course of Time wasn't just something he could do. He would rather steal a TARDIS and discover the universe, and stick his oar in all the conflicts he could find. He wasn't much of a fighter. He was just intervening here and there and fixing the small troubles that could have a repercussion on Time. Time Lords were only watching over Time and never went outside their planet. That's probably why he had quickly become their special agent, their puppet. They had all control on his TARDIS and were sending him wherever they wanted him to be. Until he saved the galaxy from Omega.
As much as they hated it, the Doctor remained a complete free spirit and never decided to stay on Gallifrey to take his responsibilities, to do his duty the right way. He had always been different from them, always had gone against the rules. He had always been an outcast, and now he had a reason to be considered that way. And he didn't care anymore. He was doing what he had always wanted to do, and he was happy with that life. Whenever he was feeling alone, he found someone pretty interesting as his companion – they were mostly human – and was traveling with them. Oh, the great adventures!
Well, until the Time War began. Until he was forced to come back and fought for his people and planet. But once again, he wasn't much of a fighter. He had taken so many lives in that War. The lives of his enemies, but also the lives of his own kind. In the end, he had taken everyone's lives but his. He had exterminated Gallifrey, the Daleks and the Time Lords and had run away like the freaking coward he had always been. Now, he was left alone in a universe he didn't belong to anymore. He was hurt and bleeding and completely beaten. He didn't see the point of fighting or traveling anymore but couldn't find the courage to end his life. He had regenerated into a new man, hoping it would change something, but it didn't. He was living with the remorse and grief and guilt of everything he had done to protect the universe. And he still didn't have the courage of ending his life.
So he had another idea. Instead of killing himself, he could rewrite his whole life and have a better one. He only had to use the Chameleon arch. He found his fob watch somewhere in his bedroom. He could say goodbye to his Time Lord life without any regret. He wouldn't bear the weight to be the only survivor of an extinct race. He would turn himself as a human and try to fit in on Earth, a planet he had always been attached too. And maybe finally be happy in a life where his past as killer wouldn't weight so much on his shoulders.
The process was really painful but he didn't regret it at any moment. The TARDIS was rewriting his whole life, creating a new ID for him along with a human past. Only then, his ship crashed on Earth, leaving him completely lost in London. From now on, he was Maxence Spitz, a science teacher, with a better future coming for him. It was to hope.
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Down to Earth
Fanfiction"Instead of killing himself, he could rewrite his whole life and have a better one. He only had to use the Chameleon arch. And maybe finally be happy in a life where his past as killer wouldn't weight so much on his shoulders."
