The Doctor was holding Rose's body against him as he was sat in that cold glass tank. The power had been too much for her, and she had fainted, but she was in the clear. Surprisingly, no damage had been done to her. She was getting used to the power really well as if she had been meant to be a receptacle of it, and he had found out she really was. Good old Rose. Full of surprises she was! And that was simplifying the things for their family, but the problem wasn't there. The problem was the place they were. Still in that lab, with the TARDIS' doors open, Rose's knocked out body and his unmoving useless legs. The security had gone, but the scientists were coming back in the room with their eyes shining with an unhealthy curiosity.
"Don't you dare coming near her!" he growled at them.
He could see the dirty thoughts in their filthy minds. They had seen something extraordinary, they had something unbelievable in their lab and they wanted to take it piece by piece to understand it better even if they had to destroy the beauty of that thing. He wouldn't let them do. He wouldn't let them come closer to his wife. He darted on them an icy dirty look. He had been called the oncoming storm by the Daleks, and with the rage burning inside him right now, he truly was. However, humans didn't know anything about his story, and they were stupid enough not to be scared of it. They were taking prudent steps though, and the Doctor held Rose closer, and the TARDIS shut her doors.
"You can't do anything against us," mocked a scientist who couldn't be over twenty.
That was true. He couldn't do anything. He was stuck in that box with a gun with hypodermic needles aimed at him. They were gonna shoot him again. Again. They were gonna stuff him with drugs and he couldn't avoid it. He could only modify the speed of time. Make it go faster or slower. Slower would be better. The trigger was pulled. He closed his eyes. Time slowed down and he could catch the needles shot at him. He had lost his touch and missed the third one. He felt the distinct sting of the needle in his neck. A strong sleeping fluid was already spreading in his blood and numbing his body and mind. They were coming closer. They were winning. Again.
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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."
