A/N: Welcome to the second part of Nova Susan Song's (or should I say Sydney Marie Elise's?) story. This part might be much longer than Part 1 and will include a bunch of characters, both new and old, so stay tuned. So far, I have written this chapter, and I am currently in the works of a second chapter as well as a prequel story called "Arising: A Nova Sue Prequel" if you haven't read that yet. Over the next several months, I will be going back-and-forth between these two stories, so subscribe for both if you are interested in following Nova's story further.

NOTE: Be sure to read "Part 1: Becoming" before reading this, or you will be very confused. You have been warned.

Cover page for this story is a temporary one and will be updated as the story progresses.

On with the story :)

Chapter 1: Unbecoming

'Oh, Nova… I wish it never had to be this way, but it is the only way to keep you safe. To keep you safe from them...from me.'

'Haze, you don't have to do that; not when you had absolutely nothing to do with it.' … 'I don't care. If you go down, I go down with you; it's what friends do. It's already decided, and there's no way you're gonna change my mind.'

'I can't have them take all this stuff away. All this...this is the only thing I have of my bio-parents; the only thing I have of finding them, of knowing who and what I am. I need to know what I am, or I'm...I'm nothing.'

'Nova will be fine, with or without me. She has you. You said you wanted to train her; this is the perfect opportunity. While I'm away, you can spend time with her, get to know her...be a father to her. She needs you.'

'I don't understand! Why do they do this to us? Why are they so desperate to kill you when you've done absolutely nothing to them? Why can't they just leave us alone? Let us live? Let us be normal?'

'I'm sorry, Nova. I understand the guilt and anger you're feeling but killing that pirate won't bring your father back.' … 'I don't care! She deserves it! All of them! The Silence included! They did this to him! To us! They should all be destroyed!'

'You wish for us to give you a chance to prove yourself, but you refuse to give yourself a chance. You refuse to remove your own veil. You refuse to be accepted as you are.'

'We don't own the universe; we explore what has yet to be discovered! We save what has once been lost! We heal what has once been damaged! We correct what has once been wronged! Those are the true meanings and responsibilities of being a Time Lord!'

'I told you. The Time Lord plague must be purged, and you and your mother were always the ones to do it. You two were born to kill the Doctor, and now you will finally fulfill that destiny. Welcome to the family, Nova Susan Song: The New Woman to Kill the Doctor. Become one of us!'

'I know I've said this a million times, and I will keep saying it until my last breath. You are seared onto our hearts always, Nova Susan Song, and nothing will ever change that. Not one thing.'

The sound of my alarm wakes me up with a jolt, rudely interrupting me from my deep slumber. Sighing heavily, I reach over to slam the "snooze" button on my alarm clock before laying back down on my bed, running my fingers through my tangled hair, and feeling highly tempted to go back to sleep, back into the dream I just had—a dream filled with mystery, suspense, wonder, and adventure.

"Wow!" I exclaim to myself. "That was a crazy dream! A time/space-travelling blue box that's bigger on the inside… My father was a bow tie-wearing alien from another world… A sinister cult was constantly hunting me because they wanted to train me as an assassin against my father… Man, I really need to stop eating too much ice cream before bed. It's become a seriously bad habit." I glance back at my alarm clock, which reads 9:00am. After turning off the alarm fully, I get out of bed, shower, and get dressed for the day into jeans, a T-shirt, running shoes, and my favorite rose-printed denim jacket.

As I am getting ready, I think back on my dream and how unbelievably real it felt. If I didn't know better, I'd say that dream was real, and this world I'm living in now is fake, but that's impossible. I mean, who ever heard of a human being with two hearts instead of one, or for something—literally any container—that which its interior is significantly larger than its exterior? Absolutely none of that is possible unless it was from another planet, but even that seems impossible. I mean, sure, I've heard the stories of the alien invasions happening all over the world, and some even my family and I were a part of (such as that Christmas in 2005 when my father was enveloped by a strange 'light' and that 'light' forced him to walk to the nearest tallest building and stand on its roof in seeming preparation to jump to his death), but I never believed in any of that stuff, even despite being a part of them myself. Every time I read or heard about these so-called 'invasions,' I always took it with a pinch of salt, thinking these events to be nothing but elaborate hoaxes just so people could be noticed on camera, and I still do. Things like this should only ever exist in Sci-Fi movies and nothing more.

After I finish getting dressed, I catch a glimpse of my reflection in my bathroom mirror. I pause, frowning at my reflection, finding it strange for some unknown reason to see my face to be much different from the face (faces, as I apparently had the ability to change parts of it at will) I wore in my dream. The instant I set eyes on my reflection, I expected to see the face from my dream—the face with my dream-father's prominent chin and ancient green eyes and my dream-mother's bushy halo of dark-red curls—but I see my own instead, with a perfectly rounded chin, frizzy hair like Hermione Granger from the Harry Potter films, and chocolate-brown eyes. I even place my hand over my chest, and, also for some odd reason, I am surprised to feel only one heart beating calmly.

"Huh…" I frown at the discovery. "That's weird… In my dream, I had two hearts, but in real life I only have one. Why do I get the sense that I should have two hearts instead of one?" I then shake my head at the ridiculous notion. "Nah, I can't have two hearts; that's impossible. Humans only have one heart, and that's all they should have. I'm just being silly; my brain is not fully awake yet." I then turn off my light and go downstairs to meet my parents.

No surprise, I find both of my parents downstairs, my father sitting in the living room watching TV and my mother cooking a typical English breakfast (despite us being an American family) in the kitchen.

"Hey, Mom," I greet her as I enter the kitchen and sit at the table in front of a massive plate of Poached Eggs and Toast.

"Hey, sweetie," she says with a smile. "Perfect timing. I was just going to yell up that breakfast was ready. Made your favorite: Poached Eggs on an English muffin and a bowl of fruit on the side."

"Thanks," I smile back as I look over the plate contently, and I frown when I notice some chopped pears mixed with my other favorite fruits, making me remember hating pears in the dream, which is also true in real life. I immediately point this out, saying, "Um, there are pears in here. You know I don't like pears, right?"

"Really?" Mom frowns back, evidently confused. "When you were a kid, you used to love them. Why so picky all of a sudden?"

"Nothing," I shrug. "I just…thought you knew I didn't like pears. Never have." I then frown, feeling immensely confused as to the fact that in this world I actually like pears, even though I'm fairly certain I never liked them, growing up.

Mom sighs. "Well, you never complained about pears before. Pick them out if you must. They used to be your favorite fruit. Bananas too."

"Oh, I'll eat a banana any day!" I say as I begin legitimately picking out the pears and setting them on my plate away from the rest of the food. "They're better than pears."

Suddenly, without warning, my mobile phone rings in my pocket. I take it out, and I see that my best friend, Hazel McAdams, is calling me. I immediately answer the call, saying with a mouthful of egg, "Hey, Haze! What's up?"

"Hey, Syd," she replies. "I'm good. Just calling to let you know that I'm about to head your way. I should be there in about five minutes."

I frown. Wait…she's coming over? When did we arrange that?

For some reason, I suddenly find it exceedingly difficult to remember the last time I truly saw Hazel, which, I'm fairly certain, was at college.

I frown again. No, that's wrong! We couldn't have been at college, especially since we're technically still in high school; we literally just finished our Sophomore Year last week.

Why do I seem to remember just finishing Sophomore Year of high school and finishing my first semester of college with her at the same time? This doesn't make any sense!

"Hello?" Hazel asks through the phone. "Syd, you still there? I said I'm on my way to your house and will be there in five minutes. Four at this point."

"Sorry, I got distracted," I half-lie, shaking my head, before asking, "You're coming to pick me up? Why?"

"For Laser-Tag! Remember?" she says in an obvious tone. "How could you have forgotten? We talked about it, like, last night!"

Why don't I remember that? I ponder to myself. Though, at the same time, I do remember doing the exact same thing with Hazel in my dream, only for something downright terrifying to happen during the outing. I say instead, chuckling like I've just told a joke, "Oh, right! Yeah, of course I remember. I just…lost track of time. I had the strangest dream last night. I'll tell you about it when you get here."

"Okay," she says in a tone like she seems to doubt my words. "Well, see ya shortly!"

"See ya!" I say before hanging up.

"You had a strange dream last night?" Mom says as I finish my breakfast. "Tell me. I'm curious."

I shake my head. "Nah, it's so bizarre that you wouldn't understand."

"Try me," she shrugs in reply.

I sigh, deciding to tell her anyway. "Alright. I dreamt that I was the daughter of a powerful alien time-traveler who always wore a bow tie and owned a blue police box that was bigger on the inside; you know, the ones that were used in Europe in the fifties; not that they were actually bigger on the inside. Anyway, on our travels through Time and Space, there was a sinister organization that was always after us, and they wanted to kidnap me to train me as an assassin against my father—the alien with the bow tie. Of course, I always refused, but when I ran away from my guardians—who were actually you guys—the members of the organization kidnapped them and used them as bait to get to me. We—my father and I—never fell for their tricks, and my mother, who was a time-travelling archaeologist and once killed my father but later fell in love with him, found my guardians at one of their bases, and we broke in and rescued them. A lot of bad things happened, but we barely survived, and I continued my travels with my father after."

"Wow!" Mom says in amazement. "You have quite the imagination, honey. You should write a novel."

I chuckle at this. "Yeah, I guess I could. Anyway, I should finish getting ready. Haze will be here any minute."

I snarf the rest of my breakfast just in time when the doorbell rings. I immediately go to answer the door, greeting my best friend. "Hey, Haze!"

"Hey, Syd!" she smiles. "You ready?"

"Almost," I nod. "Let me get my shoes and wallet." After letting her in, I rush back upstairs to get my things and return to see her talking casually with my parents.

"You girls have fun!" Mom calls to us as we walk to Hazel's car parked on our driveway.

"And stay out of trouble!" Dad adds from the living room.

"We will!" I call back to them. "See you tomorrow!" I then say after I get in Hazel's passenger seat and click in my seatbelt, "Oh, Haze, you will not believe what I dreamt about last night! It was the most insane dream I think I've ever had in my entire life!"

"Okay, what was it about?" she asks curiously as she drives us out of the neighborhood.

I spend the entire car ride telling her everything about my dream, from my—Nova's—adopted life at home growing up with Hazel to traveling through Space and Time with my Time Lord father, the Doctor, and half-Time Lord mother and former assassin to the Doctor, River Song/Melody Pond. I even tell her about my advanced Time Lord 'Deviancy,' which made me much more powerful than both of my parents combined, which was why the Silence/Vokanari were so adamant about kidnapping me and training me to use my advanced powers to kill them, exactly like River was trained before I was born.

"Wow, Syd," Hazel says once I finish my story and after we arrive at our local arcade, "that's quite the story. That would be a good novel to read."

"Ha!" I chuckle. "Mom said the same thing!"

"So, you think any of that could be real?" she asks curiously as we approach the arcade after she locks the car. "I mean, with there being so many alien invasions all over the world, like all those planets in the sky, and the replica of The Titanic nearly crashing into Buckingham Palace… And there was footage of that one Christmas where apparently everyone transformed into a creepy blond dude…including us! God, that must've been insane! Not that I remember any of that, and I'm glad I don't."

"I know, right?" I chuckle back before steering back to Hazel's question. "I don't know. Normally I'm pretty skeptical when it comes to stuff like that. From all that stuff, the time-traveler in my dream could be real. If he is real, I'm not sure if he has a daughter, but if he does, it's not me. I look nothing like him, but I did in my dream. I shared his chin and eyes, and toward the end of the dream my hair ended up looking much like my mother's—all bushy and curly. In real life, I look like my parents, or my guardians in my dream."

"Didn't you say you came here with me in your dream," Hazel frowns, "and we were attacked by something? A Sultan, you said?"

I nod. "Yeah. It was actually a Sontaran—an ugly 'dwarf' thing with a bulbous head like a baked potato. Kept getting 'boy' and 'girl' wrong; at least, that was what the one that allied with my father kept getting wrong."

"Girl, you really need to get out more," she chuckles at me like I've truly gone mad and should be sent to an insane asylum A.S.A.P. "Do you even hear yourself?"

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, I sound like an idiot, I know!" I then sigh, thinking about explaining the strange thoughts in my head, "You're going to think I'm even more crazy when I say I can't help but think tha—"

I am suddenly interrupted when a random man walks out of the arcade at the same time as we are entering, and the instant he sets his eyes on me, he immediately begins screaming bloody murder at me.

"Wake up!" he shouts like a crazed lunatic loud enough for the entire street to hear.

"What the hell?!" Hazel exclaims in fear at the man.

"Whoa, hey!" I say calmly, despite my single heart pounding a million beats per minute, lifting my hands up defensively. "Calm down there, buddy. Are you alright? Do you need help?"

"Wake up!" the man continues to yell at me, his psychotic demeaner seemingly heightening. "You must wake up! WAKE UP!" At this point, he practically spits in my face.

"Whoa, okay; take it easy!" I say, frowning in confusion, not sure whether I should run or not. "Look, um…I'm sorry, I don't know wha—"

Apparently Hazel has already decided on running as she immediately grabs my arm, saying, "Syd! Let's get out of here!" as she frantically pulls me inside the safety of the arcade, away from the man.

Thankfully the man doesn't follow us. Instead, he watches us rush away from him, all the while continuing to shout "wake up!" like a madman. He also seems to be yelling the words like it's insanely important, like our lives depend on it, which is incredibly weird. Once the entry doors slide closed, the arcade is quiet, save for the few onlookers who glance and murmur at each other, wondering what the hell happened and whether or not someone should call legitimate help for the man.

"What the hell was all that about?" Hazel pants, seemingly out of breath, as we cower behind a pinball machine.

"I have absolutely no idea," I sigh, attempting to slow down my own heart.

"You think he was high on something?" she asks curiously. "I mean, that guy was a freakin' psycho! I thought for sure he was gonna mug us, or something!"

I shake my head. "I don't think so. I mean, he may have been high on something, but I don't think he was a threat."

"What do you mean, he wasn't a threat?!" Hazel exclaims incredulously. "Of course he was! Did you see his eyes? They were crazy! Those looked like the eyes of a serial killer to me! And what the hell did he mean by 'wake up?' Of course we're awake! How can we not be?"

"Maybe because I might not be truly awake," I mutter to myself without really knowing why.

"What?" she frowns in confusion, having heard my murmur.

I sigh before admitting, "As I was saying before, you're going to think I'm even more crazy when I say I can't help but think that what I dreamt about was actually real, and all of 'this' is not real." I say this last bit as I gesture to the reality—or what might not actually be reality—around us.

"How is this not real?" Hazel says like what I said is absolutely preposterous, even when it might not be. "Of course it is! You need to chill out; you're starting to creep me out more than that psycho-guy outside."

I pause, thinking about how best to explain the thoughts running through my head, but I can't seem to come up with a good way to explain it, certainly not one she would believe. Even if I did know how to explain all of this, she would want proof, and there is no proof to show except for the things from my dream. Unless any of those things, specifically the Sontaran or blue box, miraculously show up, then she might believe me, but the chances of that happening are slim to none.

I sigh again, giving up. "I'm sorry. It was a weird night. Of course it was all just a dream. Nothing more. I'll shut up about it now."

"Thank you," Hazel sighs in relief. "Wanna play Skee-Ball first? It seems like a good start to distract us from the man."

I nod. "Sure, but just know that if a real Sontaran shows up, or even a blue police box, I'll be saying 'I told you so.'" Looking back, that may have sounded passive-aggressive, but I don't care.

"Fine," she shrugs, "though that's highly doubtful. I'd rather see any one of those than that creepy guy again."

"We'll see," I shrug back before we go about our day like nothing happened.

Over the course of two hours, we play various games, from Skee-Ball to Mini Golf. We attempt to climb through the tubes of the Children's Play Place (or at least the Ball Pit), even though it's mostly made for kids than teens. I even try my hand at the same zombie-shooting game I played in my dream, and surprisingly, much like in the dream, I am able to beat the game again with the highest score. Nice to know I still have a knack with a gun, I chuckle silently to myself.

"Wow, Syd!" Hazel exclaims, impressed, after watching me beat the game for the second time, at least for me. "You're really good with a gun. I'll have to stay away from you if you ever decide to become a cop."

I immediately chortle at this, remembering her saying those exact words in my dream when she watched me play last time. "Oh my god!"

"What?" she frowns back at me, puzzled.

"You literally said the exact same thing to me when I beat the highest scorer last time in my dream," I say, still chuckling.

"Seriously?" Hazel says, but I can't tell if she says it in amazement or annoyance, but a part of me thinks it's the latter.

"I'm not even kidding!" I say, shaking my head. "You really did. The same exact words in the same exact order."

She sighs, and this time I know she said her last words, including these next ones, in annoyance. "Okay, I thought you said you were gonna stop talking about your dream."

I sigh as well, feeling a bit depressed. "I know. I'm sorry. It's just, when you said those words, it automatically made me think back to that moment in my dream. This will be the literal last time I'll talk about it." I truly mean it this time.

She says, sighing in relief again, "Yes, please make this be the last time." She then says after a minute, seeming to have changed her mind, "How did you respond to what I said in your dream; about you becoming a cop since you were so good at that shooting game?"

I frown at her strange change of mind, which now seems legitimate. "I thought you said you didn't want me to talk about it anymore."

"Yeah, well, I lied," she sighs in a seemingly regretful tone. "You got me hooked now. I want to know more."

"You sure you're not joshing me?" I ask, feeling a little suspicious.

"No, I really mean it," Hazel says, and this time she actually sounds honest. "A small part of me wishes I'd been in your dream as well. I mean, you said I was in your dream, but I wanted to experience it as another dreamer."

I nod. "Yeah, I get what you're saying. Anyway, in the dream I responded by saying I didn't care much for violence, not counting my Aikido lessons outside of school. In the dream, my guardians signed me up for Aikido lessons to defend myself, but it was years later that I found out that my Aikido instructor was a secret member of the organization that wanted to kill my true family, and he was also the one who trained my biological mother to kill my biological father, and he was secretly training me to do the same thing. Of course, I never actually killed my father at all; certainly not after I met him and found out he was actually a good man and one who cared about me as a true parent."

"What happened to me in the dream?" Hazel asks curiously.

"After I revealed my secret to you about not being human," I explain, "when I healed you with my Regeneration Energy after you were attacked by the Sontaran that attacked us here, you came with me to London after Graduation to go to college, but we were ambushed by the organization that was after us, called the Silence; 'Vokanari' was another name for them, which was named after their leader, Madame Kovarian, 'Vokanari' being an anagram of 'Kovarian.' We split up as a way to escape from them, but they ended up kidnapping you and taking you to their base where they were also holding my guardians as bait to get to me. They attempted to kidnap me too, but I was rescued at the last minute by my bio-mother, River Song, who took me to meet my bio-father, the Doctor—the 'bow tie' guy—and they told me who they were and why they gave me up. Later, the Doctor sent River to find you and my guardians, but she ended up being caught in the Silence's trap as well and brainwashed onto their side again. At that point, it was up to the Doctor and I, as well as a trio of alien detectives from Victorian Times, and we managed to sneak into the Silence base in disguise as their members, and we were able to save you and everyone else." I then pause before saying, "Well, sort of. Not everyone made it out alive. Both of my guardians were killed by the Silence. At least, my dad was, but my mother-guardian sacrificed herself to save the rest of us by staying behind and blowing up the base to get back at the Silence and their leader for everything they did to our family. Needless to say, the Doctor wasn't too happy about it, but at least he was proud that I didn't do the deed myself, as that would've been much worse. Also, you developed a massive crush on my father at the end, but I told you he was already taken," I tease her to end my story.

"Were we okay in the end?" she asks, purposefully ignoring my teasing.

"Oh, yeah, absolutely," I nod. "Even after I regenerated as a result from saving River from her brainwashing, you still saw me as your best friend, and we went to college together and continued our friendship like normal."

"You said I was attacked here at the arcade," she points out. "What exactly happened then?"

"Like I said, you were almost killed by a Sont—Oh my god!" I immediately pause when I see something I totally did not expect to see, especially in the real world. A short figure dressed in all-too-familiar purple armor (luckily wearing its helmet) walks into the arcade from outside, brandishing a large laser gun in hand.

"What?" Hazel asks, evidently puzzled, as her back is to the entrance.

"That's it!" I say, pointing to the alien in absolute shock. "That's the Sontaran right there! It's real!"

"Sontar-Ha!" the alien exclaims as he aims his gun at us and immediately opens fire.

A/N: TO BE CONTINUED!

No doubt that first chapter seemed very familiar to you, for those who read Part 1 first, and if you haven't, I highly suggest reading it first and then come back and read this one when you've read it from beginning to end.

For those who have been following Nova's story from the beginning, you must have a lot of questions. To name a few: "Why is Nova human now?" "Where are Nova's real parents (the Doctor and River)?" "Why is this chapter written like everything I read in Part 1 was all a dream?" "Why does Nova/Sydney seem like she's reliving the events of Part 1 but the events seem to be happening a little differently?" Well, that is for YOU, as the reader, to figure out as you read each update. By about halfway through this first "adventure," it all should start to make more sense.

I will say there are a few hints in this chapter, specifically the "WAKE UP" quote. Pay attention to this, as this will be a recurring thing in these next few chapters :)

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