Last of the Witches the Lost Chronicles

Rainbow Haired Girl

Summary: These are the prompts that I get for all of the stories that are in the Last of the Witches saga. I am going to treat them as lost chronicles. It will go through all of the Doctors and all of Gwendalyns.

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. I do own Gwendalyn though.

Authoress Note: As I put in the ending of Chapter 6 of The Last of Her Kind I am accepting prompts for the series of the Last of the Witches Saga. Right now I am only writing for the Ninth Doctor and Gwendalyn. Then as time goes on more of Doctors will be added. Here is the first one that has been requested for Gwendalyn and the Doctor and it takes place after the Unquiet Dead. Without further ado, Nightmares Are the Worst in Last of the Witches Chronicles. Allons-y!

Nightmares Are the Worst

Gwendalyn was curled up in her bed sound asleep underneath tardis blue and black blankets. She tossed onto her other side whimpering a little bit in her sleep. Her eyes were screwed shut together in pain. She curled her hands into her blankets tightly causing them to turn white from the force that she was gripping her blanket. Her black hair was tangled and her side-swiped bangs were sticking to her face.

She whimpered again and tossed over onto her back. "No, no... " Her head tossed from side to side. "No, no… I'm not a… I'm not a witch." She whimpered again and she shot up screaming. Her blue eyes were wide with fear. Never did she want that nightmare to come back and haunt her. Never did she want her burning at the stake to be the reason why she was up at that moment. She ran her hands through her bedhead hair. Her breathing was hitched. It was like she was not getting enough air into her lungs.

There was a knock on the door.

Gwendalyn swallowed the thick lump that had formed in her throat. She ran her hand through her hair again. She let out a shaky breath that hitched due to a sob.

"Gwendalyn." The Doctor called out to her knocking on the door again.

"Come in." She said breathlessly.

The Doctor opened the door and he wasn't expecting what to see when he went inside her bedroom. He saw Gwendalyn under her blankets, shaking like a leaf, her eyes wide with fear, her chest heaving for air like she was breathless. "Gwendalyn?"

She whimpered a little bit.

The Doctor turned on the light and shut the door behind him. He wouldn't allow her to be alone at that moment. He saw tears rolling down her cheeks. "Gwendalyn what is it?"

She let out a shaky breath. "Nightmare." She said softly. Normally they wouldn't come in like that and wake her from a sound sleep, but after what had happened that night. Well, she really could understand why the nightmare was so bad.

"About?" He asked coming closer to her. He hated seeing her suffer. Once he had heard what had happened when she lived in Salem he didn't want her to ever feel like that again.

"Salem…"

The Doctor moved across the room fairly quickly. He knew that nightmares like that never really went away no matter how many years the bad experience happened. He sat down on the edge of her bed and pulled her into his arms. He soothingly ran his hand over her messed-up locks in hopes that he would be able to calm her down some.

Gwendalyn's head rested against his chest. His dual heartbeat had a calming effect on her.

"Nothing will happen to you." He told her softly.

Gwendalyn felt her eyes flutter and grow heavy. "I know you won't." She said softly.

"I will stay with you tonight to make sure no nightmares come to you tonight." He said pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. He wanted to do what he could to help. And that was what he was going to do. He made sure that he was comfortable and made sure that she was tucked in. He had a warm feeling about having her this close to him. It almost felt right, but he couldn't think of it like that. She wasn't his. Nor would she ever be his. Oh, he could wish, but that would never happen.

Gwendalyn drifted off to sleep resting her head on his chest.

The Doctor ran his hand through her hair. He would never allow anything to happen to her again. That was a promise that he was going to keep to himself. And he wasn't going to break that promise to her.

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This is the first one shot. Please send your one-shot requests in a prompt form and I will write them. I am not sure exactly how soon I will be posting for this. Hence the title Last of The Witches the Lost Chronicles. I hope you enjoyed it. This was best that I could do with the prompt that I had. I tried to make it fluffy, but I am not sure how well that ended up. Please review and let me know what you think. There will be more to come as time goes on. But sadly right now it is only open to season 1. It will be open to season 2 once I get to it in the storyline. Until next time.