Riddell's Little Timelord
*I'm sorry if there's any differences between British v. American style English... I'm American _
John Riddell and Queen Nefertiti sat in silence as they smiled down on their just-born daughter. "What shall we name her?" Riddell spoke finally. Nefi shrugged, "Don't know..." Riddell stood up, a piece of paper crackling beneath his foot. Picking it up, he read the letters, "S.T.A.R." He looked up at Nefi, "Looks like the Doctor wants us to name our daughter with these initials..." Something clicked in both of their heads, "Sylvia Theresa Auralaine Riddell."
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Lori stood atop the steps in front of her high school... She was 16 now, and a junior in high school... or koukou, she liked to say. "Lori!" She looked over her shoulder to find her friend- and crush- Nate calling her. He was rather good-looking, athletic, and smart. "I did a scan on your necklace," Nate said, handing Lori the necklace he held, "It's from the early twentieth century. It's a dinosaur tooth marked with 'J Riddell, 1908'" Lori nodded. According to her father, they weren't part of any family with the name 'Riddell'.
She was often puzzled by this. Her family had no Riddell lineage, let alone English lineage. But she couldn't help but wonder why her family treated her weird. She was about to walk into the school when she saw something out of the corner of her eye flashing. She looks to find a 1950's style police call box materializing on the side of the school.
She stood in front of the call box when a tall Englishman opened the door. "Oh hello!" he chimed cheerfully, and he shook her hand, "You must be Lori Abigail Restanza." She nodded, speechless at the sight of the strange man. He felt oddly familiar and strangely cute. "You're the Doctor." She mumbled, unaware of what she's just said. "Ah, so you DO remember a bit!" the Doctor exclaimed. She gave him a strange look, "What?" The Doctor pulled her inside the call box.
Lori stared in awe at what lay before her eyes. A large machine with a homely design. "What do you want from me?" She asked, a bit more harshly than she intended. "Ah", the Doctor puffed, running around the center of the room, pulling levers and pushing buttons., "You're not from this century, nor are you a Restanza, dear." Lori sat against the railing behind her as so not to get in his way.
"Do you recognize the name John Riddell?" They Doctor asked, pulling a lever down with great force. "Yes," Lori responded, "His name is engraved on my necklace... It's a dinosaur tooth according to my friend... what of it?" "You're dreaming" the Doctor mumbled. "Excuse me?" "Nothing. John Riddell is your father, and the Egyptian Queen Nefertiti is your mother." Lori looked alarmed at this, "How?! How's that possible?! They're from different time periods and I'm from the 31st century!"
The Doctor grabbed her by the shoulders and looked her square in the eye. "You were stolen from your time by the Daleks and renamed after the Sylurian's lost princess. You're real name is Sylvia Theresa Auralaine Riddell. You've been dreaming, dear. The Daleks couldn't convert you and so they kept you under high security with a forced dream you've been living in for over fifteen years." Lori shook her head in disbelief. "No...no, this is illogical! It makes absolutely no sense! It's not possible-!" the Doctor shook her, "Think, Sylvia! You've lost your memories! Think! Remember you father, the great English hunter on the African planes! Your mother, Queen Nefi, strong-willed and smart! Come on Sylvia!" Lori collapsed on the floor, weeping. "No..no,... why can't I be normal? Why do all the weird guys go after me...?" The Doctor shook his head, rolling his eyes.
The Doctor held what looked like a decorative pen to Lori's head. "Open your mind, Sylvia. This won't hurt one bit." The light at the end flipped on with a bzzzzz noise. Lori fainted.