At some point, Rose left the TARDIS to let her husband have his moment with the ship he was very attached to. She didn't belong there. It wasn't her place to be. It was his. But, as she closed the wooden doors behind her, her doubts came back to haunt her. She was afraid to see him leave and the thought made her heart hurt. How would she live without him? How would she tell their children? She couldn't tell them the truth. They wouldn't understand. Even if they had half of his genes. They were half Time Lord and she didn't know how to tell them. She would need Maxence, or whatever he was called, for that one.
In the meanwhile, the Doctor was wandering in the TARDIS. In all the places he could get into with his new vehicle. The TARDIS was making her best for him but the soft humming of the Time Rotor was sad. The ship could read his mind, and she knew everything he had gone through. Which made her as sad as he currently was. She also could feel his mixed emotions about the fact he had gotten back to his old Time Lord life, about the fact he wouldn't be as happy as he had been as a human. He had to choose between his happiness and his duty, between a family and a lonely life. It would be unfair of him to leave Rose behind with kids that were half alien. She would need him on that one. Time Lords needed a special education and he was the only one able to provide it to them.
On the other hand, there was the question of him being paralysed. That was a real problem. He was someone always running for his life, and now he couldn't. He was supposed to be impressive, a smooth talker, sticking his nose everywhere, frightening the bad guys. Who would be afraid of a man in a wheelchair? He was vulnerable, and that was making him feel very tiny. He could definitely not go back on the roads of adventure in that condition. His TARDIS, his loyal ship which was with him since the beginning, which had waited for him for ten years, even had troubles to make sure he could go in every room she had. She wasn't made for a disabled Time Lord. He wasn't made to be a disabled Time Lord.
Since he didn't know if his next regeneration would heal his paralysis, he started thinking about all the medical cures he knew, about all the planets he had visited, about all the doctors he had met. He had talked with a lot of them, but they never mentioned any kind of paralysis. He had always been so convinced to be above it all. Convinced that his superior biology could protect him against everything. How wrong he had been! He should have paid more attention to those harms he should be protected from. He was a Time Lord, damn it! A society more advanced than any other civilisation of the galaxy, whether it was from the past, the present or the future! They should be able to fix everything.
Full of rage and self-disgust, he tried to go to the library to check his books and see if he could find something. The nanogens could have been a solution, but what would he have to give for them? How much would he have to pay if he found some? Where to find them? He needed his books. He needed his knowledge. He was rushing, rolling the fastest he could in the corridors, but he was only burning his hands on the wheels. He wasn't used to that wheelchair, and he was being clumsy. He was having a headache and nothing good came out of his thoughts. He was erratic. You could have said crazy. He needed those answers. He needed a cure. He couldn't stay that way. And what he should have expected happened. But he didn't see it until it was too late.
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Down to Earth
Fanfic"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."
