Authoress Note: Welcome to Chapter 4 of The Last of Her Kind. I want to thank those who have been following and reviewing this story so far. It really does mean a lot. I really am trying my best writing this story. I know I haven't revealed anything about Gwendalyn, not really. But in the preview I did give a little give away that Gwendalyn doesn't look like herself. Rose doesn't know who she is. I am glad that some of you like Gwendalyn. I wanted to kind of make her a loveable and likable character. Which was something really hard to do. She is a very complex character that is for sure. I am also glad that some of you like the witch rebirth/regeneration. I had to make it a lot different than what the Time Lords did. I kind of thought that it wasn't fair that the Time Lords had a way of cheating death and not anyone else. It only seemed fair to have another race being able to do that. So the Time Lords didn't have everything. I hope that you all continue to like Gwendalyn. Sadly she is going to be a bit well… I will let you see for yourself in this chapter. I don't want the romance between the Doctor and Gwendalyn to happen so quickly. I am trying to make it happen slowly. I hope that you enjoy this chapter. I can't tell you when the romance with Gwendalyn and the Doctor will begin, but I am certain that it will probably be soon. Yes, Rose is probably most likely going to get jealous of Gwendalyn's friendship with the Doctor. Without further ado Chapter 4 of The Last of Her Kind. Allons-y!
Not In Naples
Gwendalyn's eyes shot open. She slowly sat up and rubbed her head. "Not doing that again for while." She muttered to herself. She stood up and went to go and look for the Doctor and their blonde haired companion Rose. She walks in the room where the Doctor and Rose were at.
"Who the hell are you?" Rose demanded looking at the unknown woman.
Gwendalyn rolled her eyes. She looked at the Doctor. "You didn't explain it to her did you?" Her brow raises some cocking her hip to the side putting her hand onto it.
"Didn't have the time to." The Doctor said rubbing the back of his head. He had forgotten to tell Rose about what happened to Gwendalyn's race when they used up all of their magic.
"Sure you did. I am sure that you could have told her while I was asleep." Gwendalyn said, crossing her arms. She wasn't really mad at the Doctor, just a little upset with him for not telling Rose about what happened to her race.
"Who are you? Rose demanded.
"I am Gwendalyn, who else would I be?" She asked, rolling her eyes.
"You aren't her."
Gwendalyn clicked her tongue against her teeth. "Of course I am. Since Doc here forgot to tell you what happens to my race when they run out of their magic…" She looked at him with a pointed look. Her hands were on her hips. She was beginning to tire of this. It wasn't nice of her to think that she was not Gwendalyn when she was and it wasn't fair that the Doctor really hadn't mentioned to Rose about what happened to her race when it came to changing.
"I thought it would have been easier to explain when you were awake." He said, averting his eyes. He didn't like the idea that the last witch was upset with him. He knew that this was probably something that he was going to have to get used to. There was just going to be things that he was going to do that was going to upset her.
Gwendalyn clicked her tongue. "Alright… Hm. I'm rude aren't I?" She shook her head. She hated when she was rude. She was very very rude. That was something very new with her latest regeneration.
"And American." Rose pointed out. She was still in shock. Shock that Gwendalyn was no longer the same as before. She wanted the old Gwendalyn back. Not this rude American copy.
Gwendalyn chuckled lightly. "Of course with all the accents that I could've gotten it had to be American." She shook her head. She had truly wished that she had a different accent. Something that she wished didn't make her sound like she was out of place between the two the she was with.
"You don't look like you." Rose pointed out still very leery of her.
"Of course I wouldn't. I never look the same. Nor sound the same apparently." She shook her head. "It's been years since I changed." She rubbed the back of her head and felt her hair. It wasn't like her old hair. It was wavy. She turned her attention to the Doctor. "What do I look like now?" She questioned him with wide eyes. She wanted to know what she looked like. She never had the chance to look in the mirror to see what she had looked like. She kind of wished that she had done so. She was nervous of what she looked like.
The Doctor took her form in. She was no longer 5'8, but 5'6. Her straight red hair was replaced with wavy black locks that were longer than her red hair was. Instead of it reaching the upper part of her back it now reached the middle of her back. Her violet colored eyes had been replaced with a pair of stunning blue eyes.
"Well?" She asked nervously. She really wanted to know what she looked like.
The Doctor cleared his throat. "Black hair and blue eyes. Pale skin."
Gwendalyn moved around uncomfortably in her clothes. "Well I don't think my clothes work now with this body does it?"
The Doctor rubbed his head. "Sadly it doesn't." He really didn't want to admit it to her. But the fashion she wore now didn't match her at all. He had to admit that to her.
Gwendalyn looked at her red clad torso and black clad legs. "I suppose you're right." She shook her head. "I will let you decide on where we are going next while I change into something more suitable than this."
"You know where to go?"
"I am sure that I can find it on my own." She told him. She walked past him and patted him on the shoulder as she walked out of the main room to get to the dressing room on the Tardis.
Gwendalyn had found the room to change in and went through the clothes that the Tardis had. She shook her head at some of the clothes that were on the Tardis. "Wow…" She muttered to herself. She found something to wear at least that was suiting to her style. Well new style that was. She wasn't really sure if she would be able to find much due to the fact that it was kind of a pain to pick a new outfit to go with her new look. In all of her years it took her forever.
Gwendalyn picked out a tight black shirt, blue jeans, boots, and a red jacket. She looked in the mirror and took her form in. The Doctor had been right. She shook her head and threw her hair up into a high ponytail. Her bangs swept down the right side. She felt the Tardis jerk a little bit. "What the bloody hell." She shook her head. "Him and his flights." She made her way out of the room. She was going to have to figure out what the hell was going on. There was no way that the Doctor was having that much problem with the flight pattern.
"Hold that one down!" The Doctor yelled at Rose as Gwendalyn came back into the room.
"I'm holding this one down." Rose told him.
"Well, hold them both down."
"It's not going to work." She told him as she tried to stretch across the console.
Gwendalyn rolled her eyes and pushed the button that needed to be held down. "For heaven's sake you really could've asked me."
"You weren't there." He shouted.
Gwendalyn rolled her eyes.
"I promised you a time machine and that's what you're getting. Now, you've seen the future, let's have a look at the past. 1860. How does 1860 sound?" He asked curiously. He really wanted to go there and dip his feet in culture.
Gwendalyn's eyes widened. 1860? Why on earth would he want to go there? She had already lived through it. Going there again to live through one night or day again was something that just something that didn't happen.
"What happened in 1860?" Rose asked.
"I don't know, let's find out. Hold on, here we go!"
The three of them were tossed around once they had landed.
"Blimey!" Rose said, putting her hand on her head.
Gwendalyn slowly sat up. "Damn."
"You're telling me. Are you alright?" He asked them both.
"Yeah, I think so. Nothing broken."
"Fine." Gwendalyn said, rubbing her head.
"Did we make it? Where are we?" Rose asked, looking at him.
"I did it. Give the man a medal."
Gwendalyn stood up and shook her head. "You could've killed us Doctor." Gwendalyn said, crossing her arms.
The Doctor rolled his eyes. "Earth, Naples, December 24, 1860."
"That's so weird." Rose said looking at the Doctor. She was shocked to see that they were in another year of Christmas. "It's Christmas."
"All yours." The Doctor said with a grin.
"But, it's like, think about it though. Christmas. 1860. Happens once, just once and it's gone, it's finished, it'll never happen again. Except for you. You can go back and see the days that are dead and gone a hundred thousand sunsets ago. No wonder you never stay still."
Gwendalyn shook her head. "A madman with a box." She said looking at him with a small smile upon her lips.
"Hey." He said looking at Gwendalyn.
She chuckled. She was just jabbing at him.
"It's not a bad life."
"Better with two. Come on, then." Rose said, running towards the door.
"Hey, where do you think you're going?"
"No…" Gwendalyn said, rolling her eyes. "I will see you shortly." Gwendalyn began walking away from him.
"Go out there dressed like that, you'll start a riot, Barbarbella."
Gwendalyn went back into the wardrobe. She shook her head. She was not surprised that Rose wanted to go out into the 19th century dressed the way that she was, but it still wasn't right. She knew that the girl was excited to look around and leave a foot step of her own in history. Gwendalyn slowly moved through the clothes that were right for this time period. She shook her head as she picked out a purple gown with black on it. She shook her head. "Never thought that I would see the day of me being back in a corset again."
"You've been in a corset before?" Rose asked, coming into the room.
Gwendalyn looked at Rose. "Of course. I am old." She said rolling her blue eyes. "What would you expect really?" She asked as she looked at the hats. She needed to find a good hat to go with the dress that she had picked out. She clicked her tongue against her teeth as she looked at what she could wear with the dress. She finally picked a hat that worked well with it. She also found something that would keep her warm over the dress. "Pick something that won't stand out."
Rose rolled her eyes. Of course Gwendalyn would try to ruin her fun.
Gwendalyn slipped out and decided to get dressed in the outfit that she had picked.
The Doctor was busy working under the console just to make sure that it was running properly.
Rose came out with the proper clothes that weren't in her eyes flashy for the time period.
"Don't laugh." Rose said, shaking her head.
"You look beautiful, considering."
Gwendalyn came out. "That you're human." Gwendalyn said, rolling her eyes.
"I think that's a compliment. Aren't you going to change?"
"I've changed my jumper. Come on."
"You stay there. You've done this before. This is mine." Rose said opening the door and gingerly stepping out into the fresh fallen snow.
Gwendalyn shook her head. "Of course she would want this."
The Doctor smiled and took a good look at his now dark haired companion. He swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. She looked very beautiful. More beautiful than what she did in her normal clothes.
The dress that Gwendalyn had picked fit her perfectly. Showing him that she indeed had a figure. The hat was a perfect choice. Perfect for the dress that she had chosen. A simple black hat that had a beautiful purple ribbon on it. "Well?" Gwendalyn asked, looking at him. Her dark eyebrow quirked at the question that she was asking the time lord.
The Doctor cleared his throat. His cheeks were dusted over with pink. He had been staring at her for just a little bit too long. "You look beautiful."
Gwendalyn laughed lightly. "Come on Doctor." She said holding her arm out to him.
He looped his arm with hers and the two of them came out of the Tardis. "Ready for this? Here we go. History."
The three of them walked through the streets.
The Doctor pulled Gwendalyn along with him. He needed to make sure that he had gotten the flight pattern right.
"Is there something wrong?" She asked looking over at him.
"I am just making sure that we are in the right place."
"And if we aren't?"
"Would it matter to our companion?"
Gwendalyn clicked her tongue against her teeth. She shook her head. "No, probably not. She's just happy that she got the chance to step into the past."
The Doctor nodded his head. He bought a paper to make sure that he hopefully had gotten the pattern right. It would have been bad if he didn't get it right. It would have made him look like a fool. A big one at that. He didn't want that. He didn't want to look like a fool in front of the blonde haired girl and black haired woman that had decided to travel with him. "I got the flight a bit wrong."
"I don't care." Rose said with a smile.
"I told you." Gwendalyn said looking over at him. She patted his arm lightly.
"It's not 1860, it's 1869."
"I don't care." Rose said looking at the Doctor.
"And it's not Naples."
"I don't care."
"Where are we?" Gwendalyn asked, looking at him.
Rose stopped in her tracks. "Right."
Gwendalyn patted him on the arm again.
The Doctor looked down at her. "What?"
"We can't always be right." She told him with a small sad smile. "There has to be a reason for why we are here."
The Doctor smiled at her. "Perhaps you are right."
They heard screaming.
A woman with red hair and violet eyes turned away from the building and began to run away from it. Her dark skirts danced around her legs as she ran. She bumped into the Doctor. "Sorry." She said in a thick cockney accent before running away from him.
The Doctor grinned. "That's more like it!"
Gwendalyn laughed lightly. "I guess trouble always comes looking for us right."
The Doctor chuckled. "Of course."
Gwendalyn shook her head as the three of them ran to where the screams were coming from.
"Fantastic." The Doctor said joyfully.
Gwendalyn shook her head and removed herself from The Doctor's arm. She got onto the stage with the man that was standing there in shock.
The Doctor followed her. "Did you see where it came from?" The Doctor questioned the man that was on the stage.
"Ah, the wag reveals himself, does he? I trust your satisfied, sir!"
"Oy it wasn't his fault." Gwendalyn said snapping at the man. Of all people to think that this problem was around the Doctor.
"Oi! Leave her alone! Doctor, Gwendalyn I'll get them!" Rose shouted at her two companions.
"Be careful!" The Doctor told her. He looked at the man. "Did it say anything? Can it speak? I'm the Doctor, by the way. This is Gwendalyn." He said introducing his black haired companion.
"Doctor? You look more like a navvy." The man said.
The Doctor picked at what he was wearing. "What's wrong with this jumper?"
Gwendalyn patted his arm. "There is nothing wrong with it Doctor."
The Doctor patted her hand. He saw the blue entity fly into one of the gas lights. His eyes widened. "Gas! It's made of gas."
Gwendalyn looked at him. "Let's go and find out where it came from." She said grabbing onto his hand. She wanted to figure out what that blue entity was. Whatever it was she was interested in finding out what it was.
The Doctor realized that Gwendalyn was taking a page right out of his book. He was not expecting that. Not in the least bit. Perhaps she had picked it up when she regenerated, but that was unlikely. She probably had that deep down inside of her and it just woken up after all this time.
The two of them ran out.
"Rose!" The Doctor yelled.
Gwendalyn groaned. "This is getting ridiculous." She was really getting tired of saving Rose. This made the third time that Rose had gotten herself into some kind of trouble and sent the two of them after her to make sure that she didn't get killed or hurt.
"You're telling me."
The two of them rushed towards a carriage.
"Does she always have to get into trouble?" Gwendalyn said, shaking her head. "This has to be a record of getting into trouble."
"Says you. Trouble likes you too. Every companion that I have had always had trouble drawn to them. Because they weren't careful and followed my warnings."
"Hey it's not like trouble leaves you alone Doctor." Gwendalyn said, picking up her skirts as they moved faster to the carriage. "Ever since I joined you that is all that has happened to me."
"You're not escaping me, sir, madam. What do you know about that hobgoblin, hmmm? Projection on glass, I suppose. Who put you up to it?" The man said following them.
"Yeah, mate. Not now, thanks. Oi, you. Follow that hearse!" The Doctor said helping Gwendalyn in first and following suit. The only reason why he helped her was because it was the right thing to do at that time. Plus he knew the dress that she wore was probably causing problems for her. He knew that she probably was wearing a corset. He didn't understand why women put themselves through so much torcher to look beautiful in gowns that they probably only wore once maybe twice.
"I can't do that, sir." The Driver said.
"I'll tell you why not. I'll give you a very good reason why not. Because this is my coach."
"Oh just bloody great." Gwendalyn said scoffing.
The man looked at Gwendalyn like she was not a proper lady.
"Well, get in, then. Move!"
The man got into the carriage quickly.
The Doctor felt on edge.
Gwendalyn reached over and placed her hand on top of his. "Don't worry we will catch them."
"Come on, you're losing them." The Doctor shouted. He didn't want to lose them. Losing the hearse meant that they were going to lose Rose.
"Doctor." Gwendalyn said, shaking her head.
"Everything in order, Mister Dickens?" The Driver asked.
"No! It is not!"
"What did he say?" The Doctor asked looking over the man with them.
"Dickens." Gwendalyn said softly. She was meeting one of the greatest men in history. She was surprised that she was meeting him now.
"Let me say this first. I'm not without a sense of humour."
"Dickens?" The Doctor asked, looking at the man a little bit closer.
Gwendalyn shook her head.
"The Charles Dickens?"
"Doctor." Gwendalyn snapping at him. She hadn't meant to do that. It just kind of happened. She really didn't want him to think that she was cross with him. She really wasn't.
The Doctor looked at her and his cheeks flushed a little bit. He didn't mean to go overboard. Not like this.
"A little overboard there." She said, shaking her head.
"Should I remove them, sir?"
"The Charles Dickens? You're brilliant, you are. Completely one hundred percent brilliant. I've read them all."
"Me too." Gwendalyn said with a small smile.
"Great Expectations, Oliver Twists and what's that other one, the one with the ghost?" The Doctor said snapping his fingers trying to remember.
"A Christmas Carol?" Charles asked, looking at him.
"No, no, no the one with the trains."
"The Signalman." Gwendalyn said, shaking her head. She had read that story many many times. She even enjoyed it a lot.
"Yes thank you." He said squeezing her hand. "Terrifying! The best short story ever written. You're a genius."
"You want me to get rid of them, sir?" The driver asked again looking back at the three of them.
"Er, no, I think they can stay." Charles said looking at the two of them. They didn't seem that dangerous.
"Honestly, Charles. Can I call you Charles? I'm such a big fan."
"A what? A big what?" The author was confused.
Gwendalyn kicked the Doctor lightly in the leg.
"Ow." He jumped. He had to admit that she had quite a kick on her. More than what he had expected. The only person that he knew had a kick like that was Artemis. He swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. He couldn't be thinking of her right now. He had to think of a way to get Rose back to the Tardis and back to the time that he had taken her from. He couldn't bear to see Rose killed. He hadn't even known her that long. Not really.
Gwendalyn gave the Doctor a pointed look.
The Doctor removed his hand from hers and rubbed the back of his neck. "Fan. Number one fan, that's me."
"How exactly are you a fan? In what way do you resemble a means of keeping oneself cool?" Charles asked, even more confused.
"No," The Doctor said, shaking his head. "it means fanatic, devoted to. Mind you, I've got to say, that American bit in Martin Chuzzlewit, what's that about? Was that just padding or what? I mean, it's rubbish, that bit."
"I thought you said you were my fan?"
Gwendalyn kicked the Doctor again.
"Ow. Stop that Gwendalyn." The Doctor said locking his eyes with her blue ones.
Gwendalyn gave him another pointed look. She was beginning to tire of what he was rambling on about. They had something way more important to go after than talk about books.
"Ah, well, if you can't take criticism. Go on, do the death of Little Nell, it cracks me up. No, sorry, forget about that. Come on, faster!"
Gwendalyn shook her head. "Sorry about him. He is just excited." She looked at him. "Perhaps a little too much at this moment. His mouth sometimes likes to run off with him."
Charles waved his hand at what Gwendalyn said. He didn't mind that. Not in the least bit."Who exactly is in that hearse?" He was curious of who they were going after due to the fact that this was the first time that he had to chase after a hearse.
"Our friend. She's only nineteen. It's my fault. She's in my care, and now she's in danger." The Doctor said sadly. He felt bad that something else bad was happening to this girl. He didn't want to cause any more harm to her.
"Not just your fault. Mine too." Gwendalyn said locking her blue eyes with his. This was as much fault hers as it was his.
The Doctor nodded his head.
"Why are we wasting my time talking about dry old books? This is much more important. Driver, be swift. The chase is on!"
"Nobody calls me Charlie."
"The ladies do." The Doctor said with a smile.
"How do you know that?"
"I told you, I'm your number one…"
"Number one fan." He said, shaking his head.
Gwendalyn lightly shook her head. Men. They always had to have this air around them.
"Tell me Doctor how did you meet your lady wife?" He questioned looking at the two of them. He had to admit that he was curious of who he was talking to in the carriage.
Gwendalyn's eyes widened. What the hell? She could only hope that Charles didn't think that they were husband and wife.
The Doctor looked at Gwendalyn and saw that her pale cheeks were red. Really red. He shifted in his seat some. "Well... " He rubbed his neck.
"I am not his wife." Gwendalyn said not like that idea in the least bit.
"She's my soon to be wife." He said with a small smile. He lied, but it was needed. It was very much so needed in this. If Charles would know that she was unmarried and not engaged then it would look bad on him and on her. So he was saving them both from the problem of being seen as wrong.
Gwendalyn looked up at him. She was giving him what he looked like. She couldn't help, but what was going on in his mind. Hell even her own mind wouldn't come up with some bull shit story like he just had.
The Doctor gave her the play along with its was only hoping that Gwendalyn would play along with this. After all it had to be something believable. He could only hope that she would be willing to pull it off with him.
Gwendalyn forces a smile on her lips. She didn't like this idea of pretending to be his fiancee when she was no such thing.
"You two make a lovely couple." He said looking at the two of them. He really did think that they looked good together. An outspoken man with an outspoken woman so to speak.
"Thank you." Gwendalyn said softly. She looked at the Doctor knowing that the two of them would have to have a small chat once everything was over. But she could always do a mental link with him. "You are in trouble."
"Oh I figured that. We can talk about this later."
"You got that right Doctor."
"You can't be that mad."
"Oh, but I am. You should've asked me."
"But it wouldn't be right for you to be unmarried and be with an unmarried man. It only seemed like a good idea."
"Of course. Next time alert me."
"I will be sure to do that."
Gwendalyn smiled at the Doctor. That was somewhat cleared up. For now. She still was going to have to smack him for it, but it depended on how things went.
They stopped outside of the funeral home that the hearse had gone to.
Gwendalyn and the Doctor looked at one another. They could only hope that Rose was alright. Alive and not dead. They were after all her protectors and wanted to make sure that she was back home safe and sound. Then the two of them would continue on their travels alone, but together.
This is the end of chapter 4. I hope that you all enjoyed this. A bombshell was dropped on Gwendalyn by the Doctor. She didn't seem none too happy with that did she? Please let me know what you think so far. Also who do you think the woman was that ran into the Doctor when there was a scream? If you can guess who it was that would be awesome to see who you guys think it is. I am not going to reveal who it is until a lot later. The next chapter will kind of show into the history of Gwendalyn. There is an event that makes her who she is. You will see a part of her that hasn't been seen so far. Hopefully I will have the next chapter out soon.