Rose stepped in the TARDIS later in the day. Maxence had been in there for hours. Dinner time was rolling around and she still had no news from him. She was worried. Anything could have happened to him. She was always impressed when she was coming into the console room. Even if she knew what to expect, it was always striking to see such a huge room in a so little booth. Her fingers softly brushed over the console. She had almost expected to find her husband standing there and playing with the buttons and levers. But he wasn't. He would never be because he was paralysed and that couldn't be reversed. She had to look for him in the TARDIS. It would be hard. After all, she didn't know how big the ship was.
The TARDIS was as worried as Rose, for the right reasons. She knew what had happened to her beloved thief, and she was relieved that Rose had come around. The ship couldn't do anything to help him while his human wife could. Sometimes, the TARDIS wished she could do more for him. She sure had kept him the safest possible during those nine hundred years and more they had spent together, but she could never do what Rose was doing for him. She liked the girl. She was perfect for the Doctor and she had proved it over the years. But now that he was back to his Time Lord self, would he still be aware of how good she was for him? Or would he push her away thinking he didn't deserve someone like her?
However, there was no time to think about it just now. The Doctor needed help and only Rose could give it to him. So the TARDIS showed Rose the way to her husband. The blonde followed the signs given by the ship. When she arrived in the corridor the Doctor was last seen in, she saw her husband's wheelchair laying on the side, and her Maxence knocked out on the ground. She ran to him and immediately checked for any fracture. A voice in her head told her that she could move him. She didn't take any time to search where that voice had come from. She made Maxence roll on his back. He didn't look hurt. Some bruises. A little cut on his head. With how badly he had been beaten, it didn't make much of a difference.
Quickly, Rose put the wheelchair back its wheels and put the brakes on. She helped Maxence up and sat him in the chair. He was slowly coming out of his unconscious state as Rose unblocked the brakes and pushed him back to their house. She softly stroked his hair and murmured reassuring words to him. He wasn't listening to her. He was staring right in front of him. Silent. The fall had been brutal and had brought him to his senses. He was stuck with that handicap until his next regeneration. And it wasn't even sure that it would change something. He was left with doubts and questions. Something he absolutely hated.
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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."
