The Doctor slightly moved away from Rose. Now that he had his memories back, he knew that life wasn't his. Ten years. He had spent ten years into a human skin. What amazing ten years it had been! He had never been as happy in his life. In all his lives. Meeting Rose Tyler had been the best thing that ever happened to him. And now, he was gonna throw it all away. Well, that's what he was supposed to do but things were complicated. He couldn't walk. He couldn't run. Piloting the TARDIS was completely out of the question. He didn't know if his Time Lord genes could fix his body. Was he stuck with that paralysis? Or would it be fine with a regeneration? Could a coma fix him? He needed his screwdriver.
"Who are you then?"
"You don't want to know."
"I want to know who I'm married to."
The Doctor sighed. She was right. They were married. Actually, she was married to a fake man. A fake ID created by the TARDIS for him. What he had felt as a human was real though. He had fallen in love with that blonde woman. He had children with her. Children who most likely had Time Lord genes. What could he say? What could he do?
"I heard your watch," admitted Rose.
"You did?"
"I know you're not human. I've seen your ship."
"For how long have you known?"
"Since we've gotten engaged, since you've given me the watch. I listened to it, I took notes, I found the ship. The blue box. Bigger on the inside."
"She let you in?"
"That key you had, I opened the door with it."
"Why haven't you run away?"
"Because I love you."
"You don't know me."
"I know you. I know the man you are. Human or alien, that doesn't change much. What I don't know is your name."
"I'm the Doctor, and I'm far away from the man Maxence was to you."
He didn't see any reason to lie anymore. Since she knew part of the truth, since she wasn't afraid of him, he could tell her everything. He had been with her for ten years. Ten long years, and he had trusted her with his life when he was human. Why would it be different now?
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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."
