When Maxence woke up, the first thing he noticed was the smell of food in the house. Rose was cooking for him and it made him smile. They were back home and she was already pampering him and making sure he was alright. He liked those little attentions but he also liked his independence. She knew where to stop and give him some space thankfully. It was amazing how they had gotten along so well with each other, how they were challenging each other, but only making each other better every day. He looked at the pictures of them on the wall. They were so happy together. However, Maxence had the feeling that the happy days wouldn't last. He had a bad feeling since that attack, and he hated that.
He stretched his painful body and let out a grunt. If his legs were numb, the rest of his body wasn't and the pain wasn't a little one. He clenched his teeth and waited for it to get better. At least, enough for him to breathe again. He tried to focus on something else. Anything. That's how he noticed something in his hand. He looked down at the small and cold object he was holding. The watch. Rose had left it to him while she was downstairs to cook. He stroked the symbols on it with his thumb. He could feel every groove of the circles. His mind was trying to decipher them as if there really was a meaning behind the aesthetics. It only had the advantage to make him forget about the pain.
Now that he was the one holding the watch, it was speaking louder to him. Maxence was feeling like the watch was trying to access his mind, was trying to show and tell him something only him could understand. Pushed by his curiosity, he finally opened it and was taken aback by the information flooding his mind. His life as Maxence Spitz was just a big lie. He was someone else. He had chosen to forget his real identity after he lost everything. By pretending to be a human, he had found happiness and a family. He had a wonderful house, a beautiful, gentle and clever wife, and two adorable children. He didn't want to lose any of that, but he couldn't pretend to be someone else now. What could he do?
He wasn't Maxence Spitz anymore. He was back to his Time Lord self, back to the Doctor. The only survivor of a terrible war. And the survivor he was had stayed hidden for too long. It was time to stop hiding. He got up. His TARDIS wasn't far. She was hidden but close. He had to find her. He had just forgotten one thing and his sudden and brutal encounter with the ground reminded him that he couldn't walk anymore. Great.
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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."
