The Doctor felt like Hugh Jackman in the origins of Wolverine, a movie he had only seen because Rose wanted to. Lots of scientific inconsistences according to him, but humans were evolving all the damn time when it came to torture. Especially on people different from them. That was the precise reason why he was here, locked in a tank of glass, completely naked. There were holes all along the lengths of the tank. For air. For their needles. They were doing all the possible tests on him and taking everything they could from him: hair, skin, blood, cerebrospinal fluid. They were examining him from all angles and he couldn't say a thing, couldn't do a thing. He was still, in that box, that wasn't bigger on the inside.
They were testing his brain right now. They had put sensors all over his forehead and head after they shaved him. He closed his eyes. He certainly wasn't gonna do anything they wanted him to do. He was pretending he didn't understand them and sheltered away in a part of his mind they wouldn't reach. He came back to Rose, to his children, in the world where he would always keep them safe. They welcomed him with open arms as he was walking to them. In that world, he was no alien, and he was suffering from no paralysis. He was a normal human, a normal man with a normal life. And that was all he needed right now, the love of his family to survive the torture.
It was a brand new day and they were all around the table for their breakfast. Rose was the first one to leave. She was working early today. He was in charge of the kids. He washed the dishes and everyone went to the car. He dropped the kids at school and kissed them goodbye before driving to work. He was working as a journalist for a small TV channel. He wasn't paid much but he was happy that way. As long as he could make his family happy, he was alright. They were his most precious gifts in life. He was coming home early and picking up his children from school and they would spend the evening playing board games and watching a movie before going to bed.
It was another of these days. A normal day. Yet, something was different. He could feel it. He was working at home today. He had a new report to work on. Something about wolves as endangered animals. Tracked down for being harmful animals. But he was distracted in his researches. There were words always coming back to him. 'Bad Wolf". According to the internet, it was a time entity well-known of the British population. He snorted. Bollocks. Until a video spam started speaking about it. He tried to turn it off but the computer froze and he had to wait with the sound of it. The video was speaking to him and the words were directly said to him. The video was speaking to him and when the computer unfroze, he could see the face of the person and it left him speechless: it was Rose, his Rose bathed in a golden halo. What did that mean?
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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."
