Authoress Note: Welcome to Chapter 5 of The Last of Her Kind. I am glad that you guys are really taking a liking to Gwendalyn. She really is my baby. I worked really hard on her to be a likeable character and it seems that I have done good with that. I have been waiting to post this chapter of the story. I hope that you enjoy this next chapter that is for sure. Without further ado chapter 5. Allons-y!
I Don't Do Seances
The three of them went to the door.
"I got this." Gwendalyn said, bringing her hand up and pounding loudly on the door.
"Very American." Charles said looking over at the Doctor.
"She is American." The Doctor confirmed as he looked on as Gwendalyn knocked on the door. He knew that she was more interested in getting Rose back and getting the hell out of dodge.
A woman opened the door. Her eyes widened in seeing the three of them there. "I'm sorry. We're closed."
"Nonsense. Since when does an Undertaker keep office hours?The dead don't die on schedule. I demand to see your master." Charles said to the young woman.
"He's not in, sir." The woman said softly. She was trying to get these people to leave. She didn't want to see anyone else dead.
"Don't lie to me, child. Summon him at once." Charles told her.
The Doctor looped his arm with Gwendalyn's to make it look like that they were more of a couple.
Gwendalyn moved closer to the Doctor. She was making the point that she was his fiance. Well pretend one anyways. Just to look the part that the Doctor had put her into, which she was going to have to yell at him about later if the time would ever come of course.
"I'm awfully sorry, Master Dickens, but that master's indisposed."
Gwendalyn nudged the Doctor as one of the gas laps flared.
He patted her arm gently in thanks. "Having trouble with your gas?" He questioned Gwyneth.
"What the Shakespeare is going on?" Charles questioned having also seen the gas lap flare.
The Doctor brought Gwendalyn inside past Gwyneth. Not caring about the protest from the young woman.
"You're not allowed inside, sir." Gwyneth tried again. She was trying her best to get them to not come in. She didn't want to see someone else die from what was going on.
Gwendalyn put her hand on the wall. She felt something moving.
The Doctor pressed his ear against the wall. "You feel that?" He whispered to her.
Gwendalyn nodded her head. "Yes."
"There's something inside the walls." He looked around.
"The gas pipes. Something's living inside the gas." The Doctor realized.
Gwendalyn nodded her head. "And whatever it is… wants out and in the worst way."
He nodded his head.
Gwendalyn's head jerked when she heard pounding on the door. It had to have been Rose pounding on the door which meant that she had once again gotten into some kind of trouble. Big trouble all over again.
"Open the door!" Rose's yells were heard.
"That's her." The Doctor said.
"Shall we?" She asked, looking at him.
He grabbed her hand. "Yes, we shall."
The two of them ran down the hallway to get to the door where Rose was. Hopefully they would find her alive. They both bumped into Sneed running down another one of the hallways trying to get to their companion. Their companion who always seemed to get into some kind of trouble. But then again trouble always seemed to find them. Always.
"How dare you, sir and madam." Sneed looked at the author. "This is my house."
"Shut up." Charles said following them.
"I told you." He snapped at Gwyneth.
"Let me out! Somebody open the door! Open the door!" Rose yelled.
The pounding got louder.
Gwendalyn looked at the Doctor. "This is where you come in." She said with a smile. It wouldn't have looked like she wasn't a lady which she was fairly good at playing at that moment.
The Doctor nodded his head and released his hold on Gwendalyn's hand. He kicked the door open. "I think this is my dance." He pulled Rose away from the corpse.
Gwendalyn grabbed onto Rose and put the teenager behind her. "You alright?"
Rose nodded her head.
"It's a prank. It must be. We're under some mesmeric influence." The author said in shock at what he was seeing.
Gwendalyn shook her head.
"No, we're not. The dead are walking. Hi." He said to Rose.
"Hi. Who's your friend?" Rose asked looking at the Doctor.
Gwendalyn moved forward with the Doctor. She stood behind him. She looked at the two corpses trying to figure out who they were.
"My name's the Doctor and this is Gwendalyn. Who are you, then? What are you?" The Doctor asked, looking at them.
"Failing. Open the rift. We're dying. Trapped in this form. Cannot sustain. Help us." The man said.
A loud scream was heard and they left the bodies.
Gwendalyn looked at the Doctor. "A rift?"
"A rift." He told her with a nod of his head.
Gwyneth pours tea for them.
"First of all you drug me, then you kidnap me, and don't think I didn't feel your hands having a quick wander, you dirty old man." Rose said snapping at the old man.
Gwendalyn shook her head. It was a natural reaction to what was going on.
"I won't be spoken to like this." Sneed said looking at Rose.
"Listen here she has every right. You drugged her." Gwendalyn said snapping at the man. Her blue eyes looked slightly deadly.
"Then you stuck me in a room full of zombies! And if that ain't enough, you swan off and leave me to die!"
"Rose I think he gets the point." Gwendalyn said, crossing her arms.
"So come on, talk!"
"It's not my fault. It's this house. It always had a reputation. Haunted. But I never had much bother until a few months back, and then the stiffs."
Gwendalyn cleared her throat.
"The er, dear departed starting getting restless."
"Tommyrot." Dickens said.
"You witnessed it. Can't keep the beggars down, sir. They walk. And it's the queerest thing, but they hang onto scraps."
Gwyneth puts a cup next to the Doctor on the mantelpiece beside him. "Two sugars, sir, just how you like it." She looked at Gwendalyn. "Are you certain Miss that you don't want?"
"I thank you for the kind offer, but no thanks." She told her with a smile.
"One old fellow who used to be a sexton almost walked into his own memorial service. Just like the old lady going to your performance., sir, just as she planned."
"Morbid fancy." Dickens stated.
Gwendalyn looked at the Doctor. "Well it seems we found trouble again." She whispered into his ear.
"Oh, Charles, you were there."
"I saw nothing, but an illusion."
"If you're going to deny it, don't waste my time. Just shut up." The Doctor snapped. He looked at Sneed. "What about the gas?"
"That's new sir. Never seen anything like that." Sneed told the Doctor to be honest with him.
"Doctor." Gwendalyn said.
The Doctor nodded his head. "Means it's getting stronger, the rift's getting wider and something's sneaking through."
"What's the rift?" Rose asked looking at the two of them.
"A weak point in time and space. A connection between this place and another."
"That's the cause of ghost stories." Gwendalyn said looking at Rose.
"That's how I got the house so cheap. Stories going back generations." Sneed said.
Charles leaves the room and slams the door.
Gwendalyn looked at the Doctor confusion etched across her face.
"Echos in the dark, queer songs in the air, and this feeling like a shadow passing over your soul. Mind you, truth be told, it's been good for business. Just what people expect from a gloomy old trade like mine."
Gwendalyn pulled the Doctor's arm.
"What?" The Doctor asked looking down at her.
She locked her blue eyes with his. "You have to apologize to him." She told him.
He nodded his head. "Alright."
Gwendalyn held out her hand to him.
The Doctor took her hand and the two of them left to go and find Charles.
They went to the Chapel of Rest. They watched Charles searching the coffin to find something.
Gwendalyn nudged him.
"Checking for strings?" The Doctor asked, crossing his arms.
"Wires, perhaps. There must be some mechanism behind this fraud."
Gwendalyn shook her head.
"Oh, come on, Charles. All right. I shouldn't have told you to shut up. I'm sorry. But you've got one of the best minds in the world. You saw those gas creatures."
"I cannot accept that."
"And what does the human body do when it decomposes? It breaks down and produces gas. Perfect home for these gas things. They can slip inside and use it as a vehicle, just like your driver and his coach."
"Stop it. Can it be that I have the world entirely wrong?"
Gwendalyn moved forward. "Everyone sees the world differently." She told him.
"Not wrong. There's just more to learn." The Doctor said with a smile.
"I've always railed against the fantasists. Oh, I loved an illusion as much as the next man, revelled in them, but exactly what they were, illusions. The real world is something else. I decided myself to do that. Injustices, the great social causes. I hoped that I was a force for good. Now you tell me that the real world is a realm of spectres and jack-o'-lanterns. In which case, have I wasted my brief span here, Doctor? Has it all been for nothing?"
Gwendalyn looked at the Doctor. "I will leave you two boys for idle chit chat. I will make sure that Rose doesn't get into any more trouble."
The Doctor pressed a soft kiss onto her forehead. "Go on."
Gwendalyn went to go and find Rose. Hopefully the blonde hadn't gotten herself into trouble. She stopped when she heard Gwyneth talking to Rose. She stopped when she saw the young maid talking to Rose.
"You're from London. I've seen London in drawings, but never like that. All those people rushing about half naked, for shame. And the noise, and the metal boxes racing past, and the birds in the sky, no, they're metal as well. Metal birds with people in them. People are flying. And you, you've flown so far. Further than anyone. The things you've seen. The darkness, the big bad wolf." Gwyneth jumped back from Rose. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, miss."
"It's alright." Rose said to Gwyneth.
"I can't help it. Ever since I was a little girl, my mam said I had the sight. She told me to hide it."
Gwendalyn felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned and saw the Doctor.
"But it's getting stronger, more powerful, is that right?" He asked, looking at the young maid.
"All the time, sir. Every night, voices in my head."
"You grew up on top of the rift. You're part of it. You're the key."
"I've tried to make sense of it, sir. Consulted with the spiritualists, table rappers, all sorts."
"Well, that should help. You can show us what to do."
"What to do where, sir?"
"We're going to have a seance."
Gwendalyn backed away from him. "You're joking."
The Doctor looked at her. "No, I'm not."
Gwendalyn felt herself pale. No. She couldn't. No.
Gwendalyn looked at the five of them around the table.
"You won't join us?" Rose asked, looking at her.
"No. I will leave you to the seance." She told them. "I will be away. I can't." She picked up the hem of her skirt and left the room. She just couldn't allow herself to be around another seance. Not after what had happened to her. She sat outside of the room trying not to listen to what was going on in the other room. She closed her eyes thinking back years ago. Years ago when everything had gone wrong for her.
She felt a hand on her shoulder and she turned her head and saw The Doctor there. "What?"
"We're finished." He told her softly.
"Who were they?"
"Something isn't right here Doctor. There is something off."
He took her hand in his. "It will be fine." He told her. "Come on." He said leading her into the room.
"It's all right. You just sleep." Rose said softly to her.
"But my angels, miss. They came, didn't they? They need me?" Gwyneth asked.
"They do need you Gwyneth. You're their only chance of survival."
"I've told you, leave her alone. She's exhausted and she's not fighting your battles." Rose snapped at the Doctor. "Drink this." She said handing a cup to Gwyneth.
Gwendalyn looked at the Doctor. "What's this about?" She questioned softly.
"You didn't listen?"
"No. I tuned it out." She told him softly. She didn't want to tell him right there because well it was in the past. And well she didn't want Rose to know.
"Well, what did you say, Doctor? Explain it again. What are they?" Sneed asked looking at the Doctor.
"Aliens." He said looking at Sneed.
"Like foreigners, you mean?"
"Pretty foreign, yes. The most foreigner people that you would meet." Gwendalyn said, trying to explain the best that she could.
"From up there." He said pointing up. He was hoping that he would get the point.
Gwendalyn put her hand on his arm knowing fully well enough that Sneed wasn't going to get it. At least not at any time soon.
"Close. And they've been trying to get through from Brecon to Cardiff, but the road's blocked. Only a few can get through and even then they're weak. They only can only test drive the bodies for so long, then they have to revert to gas and hide in the pipes."
"Which is why they need the girl." Charles said.
"They're not having her." Rose snapped. She didn't like the idea that they would be using Gwyneth for something so dangerous. At least in her eyes and plus the use of corpses was something that she was against.
Gwendalyn looked at Rose with a quirked eyebrow. "And what gives you the power to say that?"
"But she can help. Living on the rift, she becomes part of it. She can open it up, make a bridge and let them through." The Doctor said looking at Rose. He had a feeling that he had made a mistake in bringing Rose along.
"Incredible. Ghosts that are not ghosts, but beings from another world, who can only exist in our world by inhabiting cadavers." Dickens said in wonder.
"Good system. It might work." The Doctor said.
Gwendalyn bit her lip. "We just have to tread careful."
"You can't let them run around inside of dead people." Rose said outraged.
"Why not? It's like recycling."
"Seriously though, you can't."
"Seriously though, I can."
"It's just wrong. Those bodies were living people. We should respect them even in death."
"Do you carry a donor card?" The Doctor snapped at her.
Gwendalyn looked at him in shock. She hadn't expected him to say that to her. Not like that.
"That's different. That's…"
"It is different, yeah. It's a different morality. Get used to it or go home. You heard what they said, time's short. I can't worry about a few corpses when the last of the Gelth could be dying."
"Rose, they are living creatures just like we are. We know what it is to be the last. We won't put that on another race." Gwendalyn said looking at her. "We wouldn't want to be responsible for another race being wiped out."
"I don't care. They're not using her." Rose shouted.
Gwendalyn closed her eyes.
"Don't I get a say, miss?" Gwyneth asked looking at Rose.
"Look, you don't understand what's going on."
"You would say that, miss, because that's very clear inside your head, that you think I am stupid."
"That's not fair."
"It's true, though. Things might be very different where you're from, but here and now, I know my own mind, and the angels need me. Doctor, what do I have to do?"
"You don't have to do anything." The Doctor said looking at her.
"They've been singing to me since I was a child, sent by my mam on a holy mission. So tell me."
"We need to find the rift. This house is on a weak spot, so there must be a spot that's weaker than any other. Mister Sneed, what's the weakest part of this house? The place where most ghosts have been seen?"
"That would be the morgue." He said looking at the Doctor.
"No chance you were going to say gazebo, is there?" Rose asked softly.
Gwendalyn rubbed her arm. "I guess that is the place we go then." She said looking at the Doctor. "Shall we go?"
The Doctor nodded his head.
Gwendalyn covered her mouth as they walked into the cold basement.
"Urgh. Talk about Bleak House." The Doctor said taking Gwendalyn's hand in his. He had a feeling that she wasn't going to handle this too well. He squeezed her hand lightly.
"The thing is, Doctor, the Gelth don't succeed, 'cos I know they don't. I know for a fact here weren't corpses walking around in 1869." Rose said looking at the Doctor.
"Time's in flux, changing every second. Your cozy little world can be rewritten like that." He said snapping his fingers. "Nothing is safe. Remember that. Nothing."
"Doctor, I think the room is getting colder." Dickens said looking over at him.
"Here they come." Rose said softly.
A Gelth comes out of a gas lamp by the door and stands under the stone archway. "You've come to help. Praise the Doctor and his wife. Praise them."
"Promise you won't hurt her." Rose said looking at the creature that was standing there.
"Hurry! Please, so little time. Pity the Gelth."
The Doctor felt Gwendalyn's grip on his hand tightened on his. He looked over at her. "What?"
"We have to tread carefully." She told him softly.
"I'll take you somewhere else after the transfer. Somewhere you can build proper bodies. This isn't a permanent solution, alright?"
"My angels. I can help them live." Gwyneth said looking at the Doctor.
"Okay, where's the weak point?"
"Here, beneath the arch."
"Beneath the arch." Gwyneth said softly going under the arch and standing there inside of the Gelth.
"You don't have to do this." Rose said.
"My angels." Gwyneth said.
"Establish the bridge. Reach out to the void. Let us through!" The Gelth said.
"Yes, I can see you. I can see you. Come!" Gwyneth said, calling out to them.
Gwyneth opens her mouth and a blue gas comes out.
"She has given herself to the gelth. The bridge is open. We descend."
The blue light disappeared and it turned red.
"Doctor." Gwendalyn said with wide eyes.
"The Gelth will come through in force." It said harshly.
"You said that you were few in number." Dickens said.
"A few billion. And all of us in need of corpses."
The dead begin to get up.
"Gwyneth, stop this. Listen to your master. This has gone far enough. Stop dabbling, child, and leave these things alone, I beg you." Sneed said, pleading with the girl.
"Mister Sneed, get back!" Rose yelled.
A corpse snapped his neck. A gelth zooms into his mouth.
"I think it's gone a little bit wrong?" The Doctor said softly.
Gwendalyn looked at him. "You think? Oh no it went really wrong." Gwendalyn said to him.
"Whatever you do just don't."
"I have joined the legions of the Gelth. Come, march with us." Sneed said.
"No." Dickens said.
"We need bodies. All of you. Dead. The human race. Dead."
"Gwyneth, stop them! Send them back now!" The Doctor yelled.
"Four more bodies. Covert them. Make them vessels for the Gelth."
Rose, Gwendalyn, and the Doctor were backed up against a metal gate.
"Doctor, I can't. I'm sorry. This new world of yours is too much for me. I'm so…" He runs out of there leaving Gwendalyn, The Doctor, and Rose alone.
Gwendalyn moved herself and pulled them both behind the gate closing it.
""Give yourself to glory. Sacrifice your lives for the Gelth."
"I trusted you. We pitied you!" The Doctor shouted.
Gwendalyn looked at the Doctor. "I am sorry." She said softly. She brought her hands up and they glowed purple. She shot a few purple blasts towards the Gelth to try to back them up.
"We don't want your pity. We want this world and all it's flesh."
"Not while we're alive."
"Then live no more."
Rose gasped. "But I can't die. Tell me I can't. I haven't even been born yet. It's impossible for me to die. Isn't it?"
"I'm sorry. The both of you. I am sorry."
"But it's 1869. How can I die now?"
"Time isn't a straight line. It can twist into any shape. You can be born in the twentieth century and die in the nineteenth and it's all my fault. I brought you both here."
"It's not your fault. I wanted to come." Rose said to him.
"I wanted to make sure you weren't travelling alone any more." Gwendalyn said looking at him out of the corner of her eyes.
"What about me? I saw the fall of Troy, World War Five. I pushed boxes at the Boston Tea Party. Now I'm going to die in a dungeon in Cardiff."
"It can't be worse than what I have gone through." Gwendalyn told him. She didn't even look into his eyes. She couldn't. She wasn't going to tell him what had happened to her. Not yet.
The Doctor looked at her with wide eyes. He hadn't expected her to say that.
"It's not just dying. We'll become one of them." Rose said softly.
"And that is the worst thought to have." Gwendalyn said with a shiver.
"We'll go down fighting, yeah?" Rose asked the two of them.
"Yeah." The Doctor said.
"Yes." Gwendalyn said.
"Yeah." The two aliens replied.
They took each other's hands.
"I'm so glad I met you two." He told them.
"I am glad that I could finally see you again Doctor." Gwendalyn said softly.
Charles came into the room. "Doctor! Doctor! Turn off the flame, turn up the gas! Now fill the room, all of it, now!"
"What are you doing?"
"Turn it all on. Flood the place."
"What? So we choke to death instead?" Rose questioned.
"Am I correct, Doctor? These creatures are gaseous."
"Fill the room with gas, it'll draw them out of the host. Suck them into the air like…"
"Poison from a wound." Gwendalyn said with a smile.
The corpses leave Rose, The Doctor, and Gwendalyn and they stumble towards Charles.
"Plenty more!" The Doctor called ripping the gas pipe from the wall.
"Nice." Gwendalyn said looking over at the Doctor with a smile. She was glad that he had thought about pulling the pipe out. He was one of the strongest people that she knew.
The gelths leave the corpses screaming.
"It's working." Charles said.
The three of them coming out of the alcove that they had to hide in.
"Gwyneth sent them back. They lied. They're not angels." The Doctor told her.
"Liars?" Gwyneth said looking at them.
"Look at us. If your mother and father could look down and see this, they'd tell you the 'd give you the strength. Now send them back!" The Doctor pleaded with her. He had to right the wrong that he had done.
"I can't breathe." Rose said.
"Charles get them out of here."
"No." Gwendalyn said. She looked at Charles. "Get Rose out of here."
"I'm not leaving her." Rose said.
"They're too strong." Gwyneth said.
"Remember that world you saw? Rose's world? All those people. None of it will exist unless you send them back through the rift."
"I can't send them back. But I can hold them. Hold them here. Get out." Gwyneth takes a box of matches from her apron pocket.
"You can't!" Rose said in shock.
"Leave this place!"
"Rose, get out now. Go now. I won't leave her while she's still in danger. Now go!"
"Just go Rose." Gwendalyn told her.
Rose and Charles escape from the building.
"Come on, leave, give that to me." The doctor said softly.
Gwendalyn saw black spots forming in her vision.
Gwyneth doesn't move.
The Doctor feels for a pulse on her neck. He knew that this was the end. "I'm sorry." He kissed her forehead. "Thank you." He turns quickly and grabs Gwendalyn's hand.
The two of them ran out of the morgue. The two of them went through the hallways that they needed to go through to get out of there. They got out of the building and it exploded sending the two of them flying.
The Doctor landed on Gwendalyn.
"Ow…" Gwendalyn said with a groan as he landed on her.
The Doctor got up off of her. "I am sorry Gwendalyn." He helped her up off of the ground.
Gwendalyn dusted her dress off. "It's fine." She said pushing it off like it was nothing.
"She didn't make it." Rose said with wide eyes.
"I'm sorry. She closed the rift."
"At such a cost. The poor child." Charles said.
"I did try, Rose, but Gwyneth was already dead. She had been for at least five minutes." The Doctor told Rose. He knew that it probably upset her that Gwyneth had died.
"What do you mean?" Rose asked in confusion.
"I think she was dead from the minute she stood in that arch."
"But she can't have it. She spoke to us. She helped us. She saved us. How could she have done that?"
"There are more things in Heaven and Earth than are dreamt in your philosophy. Even for you, Doctor and Gwendalyn."
"She saved the world. A servant girl. No one will ever know."
"But maybe it is for the best." Gwendalyn said softly.
The four of them stood in front of the Tardis.
"Right then, Charlie boy, I've just got to go into my, er, shed. Won't be long." The Doctor said as he unlocked the Tardis.
"What are you going to do now?" Rose asked the author.
"I shall take the mail coach back to London, quite literally post-haste. There is no time for me to be on my own. I shall spend Christmas with my family and make amends to them. After all I've learned tonight, there can be nothing more vital."
"You've cheered up." The Doctor said looking at him.
"Exceedingly! This morning, I thought I knew everything in the world. Now I know I've just stated. All these huge and wonderful notions, Doctor. I'm inspired. I must write about them."
"Do you think that's wise?" Rose asked looking at the author.
Gwendalyn crossed her arms. A small smile came to her lips. "It will be a story Rose."
"I shall be subtle at first. The Mystery of Edwin Drood still lacks an ending. Perhaps the killer was not the boy's uncle. Perhaps he was not of this Earth. The Mystery of Edwin Drood and the Blue Elementals. I can spread the word, tell the truth."
"Good luck with it. Nice to meet you. Fantastic."
"Bye, then, and thanks." Rose shakes his hand and kisses his cheek.
"Oh, my dear. How modern. Thank you."
"Thank you." Gwendalyn said kissing his cheek lightly.
"But, I don't understand. In what way is this goodbye? Where are you going?"
"You'll see. In the shed."
"Upon my soul, Doctor, it's one riddle after another with you. But after all these revelations, there's one mystery you still haven't explained. Answer me this. Who are you?"
The Doctor looked at his arm around Gwendalyn. He looked back at Charles. "Just a friend passing through."
"But you have such knowledge of future times. I don't wish to impose on you, but I must ask you. My books. Doctor, do they last?"
"For how long?"
"Forever. Right. Shed. Come on, Rose, Gwendalyn."
"In the box? The three of you?"
"Down boy. See you."
The three of them went in.
Rose looked at the Doctor. "Doesn't that change history if he writes about blue ghosts?" Rose asked softly, still confused.
"In a week's time it's 1870, and that's the year he dies. Sorry. He'll never get to tell his story."
"Oh, no. He was so nice."
"Yes, but it has to be this way." Gwendalyn said softly.
"But in your time, he was already dead. We've brought him back to life, and he's more alive now than he's ever been, old Charlie boy. Let's give him one last surprise." The Doctor said with a smile.
The three of them were off again. Going through time and space again.
Gwendalyn let out a soft sigh. "I'm going to go and change." She said before leaving Rose and the Doctor.
"Gwendalyn wait." He called after her.
She stopped and took her hat off of her head. "Yeah?"
"What happened back there. When we had the seance?"
"I was in Salem." She told him. She turned on her heel and walked towards the changing room.
The Doctor took a deep breath. Salem. When in Salem were you? He needed to find that out.
Gwendalyn sat in her room in the Tardis. The room that the Tardis had given to her. She was reading an old book from her homeland. She heard a knock on the door. She looked up from the book. "I know it is you Doctor. You can come in."
The doctor came into her room. "Salem?" He asked softly, looking at her.
Gwendalyn let out a soft sigh and put the book down on the table. She ran her hand through her black hair. She closed her eyes. She took a deep breath that was fairly shaky. She looked up at him. "Salem. The 1660's."
His blue eyes widened. "The Witch Trials?"
"Yes." She said softly. "I was burned at the stake for witchcraft." She bit her lip and looked down at the ground ashamed. She didn't want to admit that she was killed. Actually killed in front of people. Her magic was able to save her long enough and make it look like she was burned. Thank god, but still. It was something that she was ashamed of.
The Doctor saw her shaking. He knew that she was trying to keep her emotions in check and that wasn't working for her. Not now. He moved across the room and pulled her into his arms.
Gwendalyn's head was on his chest listening to his two hearts beating. She took a shaky breath, feeling safe in his arms.
"Listen to me Gwendalyn no one will hurt you like that again." He told her softly. He hoped that he would be able to keep her calm. It was the only thing that had mattered to him was her and making sure that she was safe and sound.
"You can't protect me all of the time."
"I couldn't protect her. Not after what I had done." He told her softly. "Let me protect you. I couldn't be the person to bring you to your death."
She pulled away from him a little bit. "You wouldn't be responsible for it. I would be. Like you said dangers will always come to us and if I get involved like I did the last time. I think of it as a payment. After all… lives should be spared. My life well…"
"Don't you dare finish that."
Gwendalyn quirked her eyebrow. "Why are you doing this?"
"Being nice to me and promising to protect me. Is it because I am like Artemis?"
The Doctor's jaw clenched. He wasn't expecting her to say that name like that.
"That's the reason isn't it." She shook her head. "Doctor, we are that last of our kinds. We have to do right." She said softly. "Protect each other when we need to, but I am telling you, you don't have to protect me. I'm not a china doll."
"I know." He brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. "I don't want to see you get hurt."
"I will try to keep myself out of trouble. But can't really say the same if the trouble comes to us."
The Doctor chuckled. He saw the age in her eyes. Perhaps maybe just maybe he would figure out who Gwendalyn really was and how she came to escape the fate of Helmos. But right now he wasn't going to look too far into it. He was going to allow her to get some rest. That was the only thing that he thought was wise. "You should try and get some rest." He told her softly. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head.
"You should rest too." Gwendalyn said looking at him.
The Doctor laughed lightly. "I don't need sleep that often. But you have had a long day. You should rest."
She nodded her head. "Good night Doctor."
"Good night Gwendalyn." He said before removing himself completely away from her and going to the door. "I will be in the main room if you need anything."
Gwendalyn smiled at him. "Okay."
The Doctor opened the door and left her to do whatever she was going to do. Perhaps one day soon he would be able to figure out who she truly was. And that was going to be an adventure for him and he couldn't wait for it to happen. Perhaps she would be able to answer questions for him that he didn't have answers for.
This is the end of Chapter 5 of The Last of Her Kind. Please tell me what you think of it. I would love to know how I am doing. I am trying to keep the 9th Doctor true to his form of what is seen in the series. I don't want to make him too out of character because well that wouldn't be good. Not in the least bit. Please leave a review so I know how I am doing please. I love reading reviews and they keep me moving to write the next bit of the story. I have up until Episode 7 planned so far and there is going to be a lot of information in those chapters and there is also a purely original chapter coming up soon. Until next time guys. Much love, 3