The Doctor tapped the boys cheek a few times before groaning. He was out. He should of given the boy the advice of not to lock his knees earlier, could have prevented this mess.

"Now, I'm sure I still have you in here, somewhere..." The Doctor muttered, pulling his jacket forward and searching through its inner pockets. He let out an exclamation of success, retracting his hand. In his grip, was his sonic screwdriver.

"Knew I still had you." The Doctor grinned, kissing its silver exterior before looking back at the boy on his ship's floor. He pointed the sonic at the boys head and trailed it down his body. As he did, it lit up green with a faint buzzing noise. When he was done, the light and noise ceased as he snapped it close to his face to look at the results.

"Yeaaaaa, you're fine." The Doctor nodded to himself, "Human. Got it right. Must be on earth, hopefully."

He stuffed his sonic back in the pocket of his suit jacket and turned to the door. He was curious as to where he had landed. He wasn't really set on a location, just somewhere away from that planet and time. He jumped over and pulled open the door, peaking out.

"Why am I in the toilet?" He commented, looking around the small space. "Oh dear... Must belong to that dark haired fellow."

The Doctor closed the door and turned back to the figure on his floor. He took longer to look at him now, seeing as he knew he would be fine.

The human was wearing a dark hoodie, as well as black pajama pants with cackling pumpkins on them. His hair was long and a bit unkept, like he had just shook it madly. His face was very defined. As the Doctor's eyes trailed to the stranger's neck, he saw hints of color to his skin.

"I wonder who you are..." The Doctor thought out loud, "Wonder what year it is. Probably somewhere two thousandish. Tardis seems to like that time period. It is fun." He grinned to himself, looking up at the control panel.

He was going to run up, when he looked back down at the human. He couldn't leave him there on the floor. The Doctor sighed before leaning down and scooping the shorter human in his arms. He huffed slightly, holding the unconscious figure close.

"Blimey, I haven't had a proper workout in far too long." The Doctor muttered, walking over to the tardis' door. He pulled it open and stepped out of his ship. He walked through the bathroom and peaked out. It was just a hallway, with a living room at one end, and a bedroom at the other.

"That's where we need to go." The Doctor nodded towards the bedroom, carrying the human over. Inside the room, it's pretty empty except for the bed in the middle of the room. The Doctor walked over, about to set the human on the mattress, when the human in his arm cried out. The Doctor cried out as well, dropping the human.

He bounced against the bed before scrambling into an upright position. "What the hell!?" He cried out, pulling a blanket up to cover himself.

"It's not like you're naked! I didn't probe you, I'm not that kind of alien!" The Doctor exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.

"What even are you?" The human asked, unsureness and fear completely invading his expression. "Why were you in my bathroom!?"

The Doctor sighed. "I am the Doctor. I'm a time lord, last of my kind, and such. The bathroom bit is a bit harder to explain..." He scratched the back of his head as he explained.

"A time lord?" The human questioned, lowering the blanket. "How are you the last of your kind?"

"It's... A long story."

"Alright, why Doctor then?"

"I'm not quite sure, to be honest? It just kind of happened I suppose."

The human looked at the Doctor in confusion. His responses didn't really feel like answers to his questions. It was more like something to get him quiet.

"What about you? I've landed in your home, carried you to bed, and I still have no idea of a name?" The Doctor looked at him with curiosity.

"Frank." The human replied, quickly. "Why are you in my house again?"

"Coordinate difficulties! It's not like I meant to land in your toilet!"

"You didn't land in my toilet, you landed in my tub!"

"I always forget American terms are different..." The Doctor rolled his eyes, shoving his fingers through his vibrant hair.

Frank scooted to the opposite end of his bed to the Doctor, looking at him in confusion. "You're talking like an American. You don't even have a slight accent."

The Doctor frowned. "I already miss it. I don't sound as smart this way."

"You're insane." Frank muttered, looking the red headed man-alien-thing up and down. He definitely spoke like an insane person. Not that any of this would of really made much sense out of context.

"Depends on your definition of insanity..." The Doctor trailed off, looking around the room. His expression changed from curiosity to a furrowed brow. "What's this?" He asked, pointing up at the ceiling.

Frank looked up, scanning his eyes over his dull, bare ceiling. "My roof?" Frank questioned.

"Well, obviously! I assume this is the twenty first century at least..." He mumbled, pulling his suit jacket slightly and reaching inside.

Frank shrunk back, ready to run in case this crazy man was going to pull out a knife. Much to Frank's confusion, the Doctor pulled out a small metal device.

"What is that?" Frank asked as as the Doctor pointed the small device at the ceiling. It began to buzz and glow green. "Is that radioactive?!"

"Is it going to turn you into a raging green monster? No..." The Doctor replied in a distracted tone. He hit a button and the buzzing and light ceased. He brought the thing close to his face as if he was examining something. "It's called a sonic screwdriver."

"Doesn't look very screwdriver like."

"You an expert on alien tools now, Frank?" The Doctor asked, putting a hand on his hip and shifting his gaze at Frank, "A sonic anything probably won't look like original. It's just a tool, Frank."

"Sorry I mentioned it..." Frank mumbled, feeling as if he had just been sassed by someone who was a natural at it. The Doctor must of been very passionate about his tool.

The Doctor was already back to looking at it by now. He tilted his head with a confused expression. "Has anything strange been happening recently?" He asked suddenly.

Frank began to open his mouth, but the Doctor held up a finger to silence him. "Other than me."

Frank rolled his eyes with a shrug. "I don't really do weird. Well, most of the time."

"Nothing?" The Doctor asked, gazing up at the ceiling as he spun in circles, "No cold spots? No bad dreams? More than usual bad dreams, you know?"

Frank looked down at that, sending a green light to the doctor. "Nightmares?" He questioned the human.

"It's like that but... It's worse. Like I'm awake." Frank admitted quietly. He grabbed his sweater sleeve and tugged it up his arm. "Sometimes I wake up with these." He held out his bare arm to the Doctor. The Doctor hurried around the bed and grabbed Frank's arm gently. There were several small circular marks trailing along Frank's ink coated skin.

"That is rather odd, isn't it?" He mused, tilting Frank's arm for a view from several perspectives.

"I'd say it's pretty odd." Frank shrugged, watching the Doctor's movements with slight amusement. He was like a child looking over a piece of candy. "Why are you so interested in it?"

The Doctor hummed in response, standing up. "Just a hunch that my ship landing in your bathroom was no coincidence."

Frank shot the redheaded man a confused look, but the Doctor paid it no mind. He was looking curiosily around the room. "Do you hear a lot of bells? Maybe some kind of tinkling just before you fall asleep?"

Frank didn't even have to speak to confirm the Doctor's question. He ran out of the bedroom, leaving Frank somehow more confused still.

"Wait a minute!" He yelled, running from the room and down the hall to follow the Doctor. The time lord was rummaging through Frank's kitchen cabinets.

"Do you not own any sugar?" He asked, quickly scanning over the items and sliding everything around.

"Candy bars in the fridge."

"No! I mean like actual sugar! Like they used in that one movie to represent that thing you humans cut into rows with a razor..."

"Drugs?"

"You better not!" The Doctor snapped, turning to face the human. "I'm simply looking for a cooking aid!"

"I meant the thing you were referen-I don't do drugs!" Frank exclaimed, "What the hell?!"

The Doctor didn't respond to him, he instead cried out in success, pulling out a bag of sugar. "Now a bowl!" He muttered, hurrying to Frank's higher cabinets.

"No, no, it's alright." Frank muttered, "Go ahead and ransack my house, weirdo that has crushed my bathtub."

"Knew you'd understand." The red haired man grinned at Frank before running back down the hall.

"DO NOT ACTUALLY DO IT!" Frank yelled, nearly tripping over his feet as he chased after the madman. When he reentered his room, he saw a pile of sugar on his bed, as well as, the red headed man pushing the bowl from Frank's cabinet to the ground.

"FRANK! Great timing, HELP!" He cried out as the bowl began to jump.

Frank's eyes grew wide. What the hell was he doing? What the hell was under the bowl?

"ANY TIME WOULD BE GREAT!" The Doctor yelled as the bowl shifted from side to side.

"What do I do!?" Frank exclaimed, feeling a bit like a deer in headlights.

"SOMETHING SOLID TO HOLD UNDERNEATH!"

Frank looked around his room, but there wasn't much help there. He wracked his brain for something to hold underneath the bowl. "I GOT IT!" He exclaimed before running out of the room. He rushed down the hall to where his vinyls were. He grabbed an unused warranty card for a Smashing Pumpkins record he had recently bought and spun back around to run back to his room.

The Doctor looked distressed, but still let out a stressed laugh when he saw Frank. "YES! Just slide it under here so I can run it to the tardis!"

Frank wasn't sure what he was talking about, but he slid the paper underneath the bowl. The Doctor snapped to action as soon as Frank finished his motion, quickly popping to his feet and rushing out of the room. He held the bowl at a distance as something rattled around inside. Frank followed curiously as the Doctor ran into his ship.

"Gotchya! You nasty little thing. Slipped through the rift my tardis left, didn't you?"

Frank poked his head into the, somehow, larger on the inside box. The Doctor had his face close to a small glass container as he tilted his head at whatever was inside. Frank walked into the box-ship-thing slowly. It was still mindboggling to him how all of this was in his bathroom. He climbed the steps up to where the Doctor was and stood a bit back.

The Doctor turned with a grin on his face. "C'mon, Frank!" He waved the smaller man over, "Wouldn't you like to see what's been biting you in the night?"

Frank was unsure, but stepped forward. Inside the small container the Doctor had been looking at was a small humanoid figure. It's skin was completely black, except for its face, which was gray. It had bug like wings as well, which it was using to flutter angrily around its small prison.

"What the actual hell?.." Frank trailed off as the small creature hit against the glass.

"It's an alien." The Doctor replied casually, "Usually if they're seen here, you call them fairies I believe, possibly nymphs? I'm a tad rusty on earth fairytails."

"That's a fairy?" Frank asked with disbelief in his tone, "That's the thing that's been leaving circles on my arms?" As he asked, the small creature opened its mouth, revealing row after row of small, sharp fangs.

The Doctor laughed as Frank jumped back. "There's several species! You just happen to get the nasty kind that feeds on nightmares and fear."

"What luck."

"Isn't it? I haven't seen one of these in ages..."

"Why the sugar?" Frank asked as the Doctor continued to marvel at the tiny thing.

"Everyone loves a good taste of sugar." He replied with a shrug, "Them especially. He was out as soon as I opened the bag." He nodded in satisfaction before rushing over to hit several buttons on the center consul of his ship.

Frank grabbed ahold of railing around the control panel as the ship began to make noises. "What's happening!?"

The Doctor looked at him with confusion, at first, before relazation crossed his face. "Oh... I was going to take him home." He smiled, sadly. "He probably wants to be back home..."

"So this thing really is a ship?"

"Yes! And I'm really an alien, is that so hard?"

"Sorry."

"No!" The Doctor held up his hands in apology, "I'm sorry. I'm a bit snappy with the new regeneration and all..." He sighed at Frank's new look of confusion. He kind of liked this human, but he had been rather rude at points... Like when he just dropped him on his bed after screaming at his screaming... However, he seemed like someone the Doctor would like to know. "Maybe I could give you a proper demonstration?" He asked, holding out his hand to the human.

Frank looked from his hand to his face. "Like... Go with you?" He asked.

The Doctor nodded. "Yes! It's a time machine, Frank! I can take you anywhere and back within a matter of seconds to where you left from."

"Woah..." Frank's eyes trailed to the control panel, taking in all the buttons, knobs, lights, and everything else that covered it. He looked back at the red headed alien. "And you'd take me? Frank Iero, me?"

"I don't see why not." The Doctor shrugged, "You seem fine enough."

"Just fine?" Frank asked, as if it was a compliment to him. The Doctor tilted his head at the human, but nodded.

"It'd be nice to not be alone for a short run." He grinned, "You up for it, Frank?"

Frank was quiet for a minute. What did he have here? His vinyl collection, really. His parents were states away, and not very close. He had no significant other, his bathtub was wreaked, and his job was average at best. This was a chance to do something. To have some excitement in his life.

Frank looked at the Doctor with a grin of his own. "Hell yea."