Supernova First Prologue: October 31, 2000
Pana po'o — Hawaiian — When you scratch your head to help you remember something you've forgotten.
"I don't regret my past because it made me stronger."
It was Lillie Tyler’s thirteenth birthday which also doubled as Halloween and she was dressed as Sherlock Holmes with pigtails, she was dressed as a modern day-version of Sherlock, one that wouldn’t be seen on television for ten more years by Benedict Cumberbatch before he was the second biggest ego in the Marvel Cinematic Universe (third if you include Ego) and she was lost. Not surprising since directions gave her a headache and she often got so lost in her thoughts she's not paying attention to the world around her.
She had gotten separated from her mother and sister; she had heard a funny sound. A beautiful yet funny sound. Like something whirring or humming. It was the most beautiful sound she had ever heard; she was sure she had never heard it before yet it sounded familiar. And so she followed it in a sort of trance. She wasn't in a crowd exactly but there were scatters of people... until there wasn't. One moment she was surrounded by groups of people, the next... they were all gone and now she was stuck staring at a statue of a crying angel.
Something in the thirteen-year-old told her not to look away. Not to blink. She stepped backwards away from it, seeing at she couldn't rely on some Prince Charming or a knight in shining armor to come rescue her. She was only thirteen years old, but she already knew that Disney movies were a lie—Sometimes princesses had to save themselves, sometimes princesses had to be like Mulan, fight for what was right, and to save the people they love. Then again, she wasn't a princess... she was a tomboy, she had always been independent
which made her both the protagonist of the story and her own knight in shining armor.
"Little girl!" A guy’s voice shouted but she didn't turn, "Don't turn around!"
"Yeah, thanks for the heads up!" She shouted, sarcastically, still staring at the statue. "Wouldn't of have thought of that otherwise!"
"Don't look in its eyes!" Shouted the voice of a woman.
She was only human, if you tell someone not to think about something, they'll immediately start thinking about it. So, of course, she looked in its eyes but strangely enough, it didn't try to take over her body; it couldn't.
"When I say run, run towards my voice!" He shouted.
She took another step back and felt her foot stand on something, like a compact mirror... a mirror! She crouched down, never breaking eye contact and picked it up, she held it up in front of her face to see that it was in fact a compact mirror.
"Run!"
She turned and ran towards the voice, she spotted a man in around his forties with wild brown hair in an impractically long bohemian-looking scarf. He was ducking halfway down a tube staircase. She ran towards him and jumped down the staircasing.
"Hello-o-o-o-o." He drew out the vowel of the greeting before saying, "Little girl, you're standing on my scarf."
"Stop calling me little girl! I am thirteen! As of two hours ago!" She snapped at him. “And why is your scarf so bloody long! That’s just stupid and impractical!”
“Oi!” He whined before getting back to the matter at hand, "Just keep looking at the statue."
Begrudgingly she obeyed, remembering she had a "stranger-danger" whistle in the pocket of her Sherlock Holmes costume. She was shocked to see that the statue had moved, it was now a few yards away and was facing them with its arms extended and fingers clawed.
"What-what is that?" She gasped.
"A Weeping Angel. If either one of us stops looking at it, it will transport us to another era... didn't know they existed until some time ago, thought they were a myth."
"What do we do?"
"Umm... my plan was to get the little girl to safety, then I would think up another plan."
"Don't call me little girl!" She growled, looking at him.
"Don't!"
She turned back to the statue to see it now almost touching her, she stumbled back and held up the mirror, showing the Weeping Angel its reflection, albeit cracked and it stopped.
"Oh, that's brilliant. Hang on, calling for help." He took out a strange looking object with a silver body and a red top as the thirteen-year-old brunette stared at him in utter confusion.
"What the hell is that?" She asked.
"Oi, language." He scolded as the object made a humming sound.
"If Nova could actually pick up her sonic." He whined.
"Who?"
"Nova, she's like me but not."
"What does that mean?"
"What do you think that is?" He tested.
She examined the creature and she clutched her locket under her costume.
--
In the Tardis, Nova was walking into the console room, seeing her sonic buzzing like a twentieth-century phone and then a light shimmered along her body. She gasped and stumbled. Another one of her must be in contact of someone with the Doctor.
"Sarah Jane!" She shouted, "The Doctor needs saving!"
“What else is new!?” Sarah Jane, a young journalist, shouted from somewhere else in the Tardis.
She ran along the clean, silver console, flicking levers and pushing buttons with her opal-colored curls bouncing.
--
Lillie was distracted when she heard the same whirring, she looked and saw a police box appear out of nowhere.
"It's clearly not supernatural. Or at least not in the Halloween-traditional supernatural, more alien supernatural. The object you used seemed to have caused someone in that 'police box' to bring it here. So, I'm going to say it's alien."
The Doctor was impressed. This girl was barely thirteen and showed impressive deduction skills as he usually had to
Two women stepped out of the police box. Both seemed to be in their early twenties. One looked normal while the other looked like she belonged at ComicCon, yet somehow both seemed familiar.
The more normal-looking young seemed to be in her early twenties with dark brown hair with slight bangs and blue eyes.
The first woman had curly silver-purple hair in a series of intricate braids and amethyst-colored eyes, high cheekbones and she wore a yellow and black leather jacket over a white Hufflepuff constellation graphic tee, a yellow and black plaid skirt, high yellow boots with buckles, and around her neck were a few necklaces, a round locket that doubled as a compass but it was closed, a D20 dice necklace but it didn't really have numbers but astrological symbols that seem to shimmer and shift, a rose necklace with star sapphire gem in it, and a silver necklace of a sword with a star and a moon and moonstones on it.
She looked Lillie and while her expression didn't change, something flickered in her purple eyes.
"Doctor!" The brunette woman exclaimed.
"Ooh, mirror, bet you didn't think of that." The purple-haired woman smiled. "Brilliant thinking, future warrior." Lillie liked her already and she usually didn't like most people. The opal-haired woman walked to the statue, stepping in front of it, eyeing it, putting on a serious face and holding up a bronze and purple object similar to the man's, it seemed familiar to Lillie, but she wasn't sure why, and she started to scan the Weeping Angel with it.
"What is that?" Lillie asked, curiously.
"Sonic screwdriver. Common scientific instrument of Kasterborous." The purple-haired woman said, without looking at her, though Lillie didn't consciously understand her words, they seemed to vaguely ring a bell at the back of her head. Her tone suddenly became serious with a dark undertone and Lillie knew this wasn't a woman you'd want to mess with. "Sarah-Jane, take her into the Tardis, we don't know if there are any more around. Besides, don't want her to be around for the, uh, clipping of this angel's wings."
Sarah-Jane pulled Lillie into the Tardis while the Doctor and the purple-haired woman spoke.
Lillie's jaw dropped and she looked around in amazement but she made no comment.
"Were you scared?" Sarah-Jane asked.
"Hmm?"
"When you realized that it was alien, the Weeping Angel?" Sarah Jane clarified.
"I just knew that Prince Charming wasn't going to come save me, that some knight in shining armor wasn't going to. I'd have to save myself because this isn't a Disney movie, this isn't a fairy tale and even then, the real fairy tales are much grimmer than people think they are. I just didn't expect for the supposed knight to be in a ridiculous scarf."
"Why's everyone always on about the scarf?" The Doctor asked as he and the purple-haired walked into the Tardis. He was then jerked back because his scarf got caught in the door of the Tardis, making both the purple-haired woman and Lillie laugh as he embarrassedly freed his scarf. The Tardis made a sound that indicated she was also laughing.
"Maybe that's why." The purple-haired woman teased.
"Who is he?" Lillie asked.
"I'm the Doctor. Would you like a jelly belly?"
"Even though it's Halloween, I'm not accepting candy from the strangest man I have ever met." Lillie said. "And Doctor who?"
The purple-haired woman laughed, "She did the thing!" She squealed.
"Just the Doctor." The Doctor said as if he couldn't think of any other way to say it.
“Trust me, his eyes would pop out of his head if you did say his real name.” The purple-haired woman teased.
“Nova!” The Doctor whined and turned to Sarah-Jane Smith, “Did she say it?”
“Say what?”
“The-the thing.”
“About the Tardis? No.” Sarah-Jane said.
“It’s like a glass of coke.” The Doctor said, “it’s only this big.” He made a gesture measuring something about the size of a coke can. “But it’s actually got this much sugar in it.” He extended his arms. “or did you not notice?”
“What?”
“The Tardis. It’s bigger on the inside.”
“Well, obviously. I just figured it was supposed to be. Like… the wardrobe in Narnia.”
“Most people are confused by that.” The Doctor said.
“I like her. My name is Supernova but my friends call me ‘Nova’.” The purple-haired woman brought her attention to the young Sherlock Holmes and walked towards the young teen with a mission in mind, "what's your name?"
"Lillie. Lillie Tyler." Lillie said as the woman crouched down to look her in the eyes.
“How’s that spelled?”
“L-I-L-L-I-E. It’s short for Delilah.”
“Delilah!” Nova said, eccentrically, “A type of dahlia. Symbolizes beauty, commitment, kindness, elegance, inner strength, change, creativity, dignity, positivity, resilience, wildness, and happiness. Generally, they can symbolize new beginning, fresh starts, enduring kindness and even grace in challenging time. Rebirth. The Victorians used them to signify a lasting bond between two people. Love. Of course, then there’s the Black Daliah. Elizabeth Short. Her death remained a mystery long after her and her killer’s death.”
“What do you mean her killer’s death?”
“George Hodel. He was an awful man. The world may never know but I do. He couldn’t run forever and he didn’t by the time I found him. Last year, 1999. Wasn’t it?
"What?" Lillie asked, very confused. "How could you even know that? It’s unsolved. I should know. I wrote an essay about it in year six. My teacher then sent me home with a note saying I was too graphic and ecstatic about horrifying things.”
“Then you’ll get along with us great.” Nova said, “Time machine, what do you make of the Doctor and me?" Nova said, testing her.
"I don't understand the question." Lillie said.
"Yes, you do. You're smart. What do you think of us?" Her purple eyes were somehow both cold and warm. Both analytical and emotional. As if she were analyzing her through her emotions and psychology.
"That 'Weeping Angel' wasn't human... it wasn't of this world so it must be of another world. Alien. Like you and the Doctor. Like this 'Tardis'. Because it... it defies science. So, it must be alien. You and the Doctor are aliens too, aren't you." She said, impressing all three of the adults with her deduction skills yet accepting nature.
“Yes. Does that bother you?”
“No. I mean, I’m alien from your point of view.”
“Finally. Someone gets it.” The Doctor said.
“Hush. Can I see your necklace, young female Sherlock?" She asked, gently. “A rose, huh?”
"How did you know about that?" Lillie asked, slightly taken aback by this.
"I'm smart too." She said, vaguely.
Lillie pulled her necklace out from under her shirt and showed it. The woman's eyes flickered with recognition but other than that there was no change of expression on her face.
Her necklace had a deep meaning for a thirteen-year-old, and barely that. A golden rose with a shiny dark red snake wrapped around the stem. It symbolized an eternal internal fight between light and darkness. People often got tattoos of it but Lillie didn’t seem like the tattoo type. A rebel, most definitely but not a tattoo girl.
"A genius, you can see things that no one else sees. Why can't they? Why are you so fast and everyone else so slow? You look and connect things, things people think are random but they're not. They're connected. Sometimes you wonder if there's something wrong with you but let me tell you that there isn't. There's nothing wrong with you. You're just stone-cold brilliant. You're unique, you're one-of-a-kind, you're special but you don't see that. I could scream it at you and you would refuse to believe it. But some day, you will."
"Who are you?" Lillie asked.
"Sorry, rude of me. I am Nova. I am alien, I am from the planet Elder of the Kasterborous galaxy. In a way."
"Nova." The Doctor whined but she literally waved him off like he was an annoying fly, annoyed he stomped off no doubt to sulk.
"How did you know who I am?"
"Alien reasons." Nova said, vaguely.
"Are you a seer or a time traveler?" She asked, changing the subject.
"Ah, while the Doctor is more telepathic than me, I'm more empathetic, though slightly telepathetic. But I cannot see the future; that’s my Mum. I mean, occasionally I can but it’s unpredictable. It’s like bouts of nuclear fission without the satisfying afterburn.”
“What?” Lillie asked.
“Right, you’re human. Nuclear fission is radioactive in large quantities and long-term exposure causes cancer in humans. So to sum up, I am an alien time traveler."
"And who is she?" Lillie asked, nodding to Sarah-Jane Smith.
"I'm human. I'm a companion of the Doctor and Nova." Sarah Jane said. "I'm, uh, from seventy-three."
"Well, welcome to two-thousand." Lillie smiled, awkwardly.
"You want to come with us, don't you?" Nova asked.
"But I can't. I'm only thirteen. I have my big sister, Rose..."
"You have a sister?" Nova asked, slightly surprised. That was new. Then again… "Rose?" She had a ironic smile tugging at her lips.
"She's six months older than me."
"Were you adopted?" Nova asked, bluntly.
"Nova!" Sarah-Jane scolded but was ignored.
"No, I was premature. Doctors said it was a miracle, I lived. I was perfectly healthy as if I were born at nine months." Lillie said.
"Does Rose happen to associate with gold?"
"What?"
"Does she like gold? Has a gold heart? Whatever?"
"She's... she's blonde and she... she has the best heart I know."
"Ah." Nova nodded, knowing more but not saying as the Doctor reentered the console room.
“Where do you live?” He asked.
“What?”
“Where do you live?”
“I wasn’t willing to take candy from you. You think I’m willing to tell you my address?” Lillie shouted.
“It’s not just a time machine. It materializes here and there. We can take you home.” Nova said.
Lillie told Nova her address and Nova drove the Tardis which the Doctor didn’t seem all too happy about.
The Tardis moved as Nova went back to Lillie.
“Question: Do strange things happen around you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Things like when you’re scared or angry. Things you can’t quite explain? Things that you know are because of you even if it seems impossible. Things that only you seem to really notice and if they do notice, they shrug it off.”
“Yeah—wh—yeah, why?” Lillie stammered.
“No reason.” Nova smiled and she took her compass necklace off, “this is an ancient necklace. From my planet. You can keep this until… one day, if our paths cross again when you're older, we'll reconsider, hmm?"
Lillie looked down at the necklace, seeing it was a compass necklace, the pendant was a shade of black with a purple-ish hue like a dark star, the metal twisted into a rose with a star sapphire in the middle under of the compass rose star, pointing to the north, the east, the south, and the east, the grooves around the rose and the compass rose was a Celtic design resembling roots, a purple glow the openings between the dark metal. When it clicked open it revealed a compass and it played a beautiful music unlike any anyone on Earth had heard before, on the back was an inscription that said, "Not all those who wander are lost."
"And Rose too?"
"Yep." Nova said, "if she's anything like you then she's brilliant, brave, sweet, loyal, and kind. Just like you. Keep true to yourself, Delilah Sherlock Tyler.”
--
They dropped Lillie off at her flat as a panicked Rose and Jackie came back, just in time to miss the Tardis dematieralizing as Lillie watched it in wonder
"Lillie!" A thirteen-year-old Rose Tyler cried, running to her younger sister and throwing arms around her, just about blinding her with her blonde hair
"Lillie, where the hell have you been?" Her mother demanded as Rose hugged her.
"Battling evil angels with the Doctor." She said blankly.
"What? Doctor who?" Jackie asked, incredulously.
That night as Lillie dozed off to sleep, a multi-colored field energy that has surrounded the young Tyler her whole life started to glow in her room before being sucked into the compass which was now glowing, Lillie shifted in her sleep and smiled gently.
*Sorry, if the personalities of Sarah Jane Smith and the Fourth Doctor were off beat. I haven’t gotten to the Fourth Doctor yet in the Classic Doctor Who… or Sarah-Jane Smith’s debut. And I haven’t seen the Sarah Jane Smith Adventures.*
I saved a bunch of compass pcitures that I found on my old laptop but now I've got a new laptop. I did save them on Terrabox but loading the pictures are slow and the scrolling is laggy, so the compass I photoshopped isn't exactly what is described.
The DnD dice is not random. It represents her mother who can see different paths of the future and I felt the dice showed that pretty well and the sword represents her father, Castiel who is the protector of the universe, Elder, and above all else, his daughter. (And perhaps if you think there's a version of Dean Winchester on Elder).
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