Frank Iero was laughing happily as his small, scruffy dog zipped around his feet. He reached out to grab her, but she was always too quick.

"Sweet Pea!" Frank giggled, plopping his butt down to the ground. "C'mere, you fuzzy mutt!" He was finally able to grab her, pulling her close and nuzzling against her. Her coat was wirey and ticklish against his cheek.

Frank laughed louder, falling back and beginning to rock from side to side as Sweet Pea wiggled in his grip. "Silly puppy!"

"Frank?"

Frank tilted his head back to look at his mother, who was walking upon him with a smile. Frank grinned up at her. "Hi, mama."

She laughed, smiling down at him, "Hello, Frank. Can you do me a favor?"

Frank nodded, eagerly pushing himself up with one arm while holding Sweet Pea in his other. He looked up at his mother with wide, hazel eyes as she held out some money to him.

"Can you go down to Mr. Toro's corner store and get me some cheese for dinner on your scooter?" She asked.

"Are we having macaroni?" Frank asked with a grin, taking the money being passed to him.

She laughed, "Only if we get that cheese."

Frank nodded, releasing Sweet Pea and rising to his feet. "Yes, mama! I can do that right now!" He hurried past her, letting his small feet smack against the worn wood floors of their house. He needed to get his shoes, then his scooter to get to the store.

"Be careful, Frank." His mother called out as Frank was pulling his shoes onto his feet.

"Yes, Mama!" He called out, letting put a soft 'aha!' once his shoes were finally on tight. He tapped his toes together before pushing himself up. He then hurried to the backyard to grab his scooter.

He wheeled it along the couch as Sweet Pea began to trot along next to him. "No, Sweet Pea, stay home!" Frank told the small dog. She simply tilted her head as Frank pushed his scooter and himself through a small gap in the fence.

Frank then ran to the road and planted his foot on the scooter. He kicked off and began to travel down the street. Mr. Toro's store was just a short ride away; Frank had made the trip on his own several times.

He rounded the corner smoothly, passing by something that made him brake. He turned inquisitively to the large, blue box that he had never noticed on the street before.

"Hello! Do you like my box?" An accented voice asked.

Frank turned again to see a man with red hair, wearing a suit. He was smiling warmly at Frank, who was pursing his lips. "I'm not supposed to talk to strangers, mister." He replied after taking in the man's appearance.

"Well, everyone's a stranger until you get to know them." The man replied.

Frank paused. "Alright, fair enough..." He shrugged, twisting the handles of his scooter. "Who are you?"

"Well, I'm the Doctor." The man said. He held up his hand, pointing up slightly, as he reached into his suit pocket. "See?" He pulled out a small booklet, whipped it open, and held it out to Frank.

"I'm Frank..." The boy scooted forward with precaution. He squinted at the paper, which seemed blank at first. After a moment, however, a name and image appeared. Frank mouthed the words that appeared before looking back at the Doctor. "Gerard is a weird name for a scooter inspector."

"Oh, and Frank isn't a weird name for a little boy?" The Doctor asked, pulling the paper back and closing the case it was in.

"A family one." The boy replied with the roll of his eyes. He looked down at his scooter before looking back at the man, "Are you going to inspect my scooter?"

The Doctor nodded as he repocketed the paper. "Sure thing, Frankie." He motioned for Frank to step off the scooter and stepped forward.

Frank's nose scrunched as the Doctor took his scooter to observe. "Frankie's not my name." He said.

"It's a nickname." The Doctor replied as he looked over Frank's scooter.

Frank shook his head, "Aren't nicknames supposed to be shorter?" He asked, looking at the Doctor with confusion on his face.

The Doctor looked up at him with a smile mixed with fondness and amusement. "You never change..."

Frank's eyebrows furrowed. "what's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, your scooter!" He shifted his smile to simple warmth, "You never change the handle bars, do you?" He tapped them with his fingers, "I like the paw print pattern."

"Thanks, mister." Frank grinned, "I like dogs. I have a neat dog, she's my favorite."

"Is she now?" The Doctor asked with a laugh, "That's neato, Frankie."

Frank nodded excitedly. "Yea!.. Are you done with your inspection yet, mister? I've gotta go to the store."

"Oh, yes! I apologize." The Doctor nodded, holding the scooter out so that it leaned towards Frank. The boy smiled, pulling the scooter close.

"Thanks, mister." Frank said as he tapped his foot on the foot panel, "Mister Gerard?"

"Call me Doctor."

"Doctor Gerard?"

"Just Doctor is fine."

"Okay, Doctor." Frank continued to smile, "You're a real good scooter inspector."

The Doctor grinned, "Thank you, young one."

Frank's eyes lit up, "Like Star Wars!?" He exclaimed with building excitement in his tone.

The Doctor laughed, feeling a sense of nonchalanta. Frank really didn't change from now to when they first met... He still carried the same traits along with him throughout life.

"I've got to go, Doctor, I'll see you later." Frank smiled with a small wave.

"So long, Frankie." The Doctor waved back.

The little boy nodded before propelling himself forward on the scooter. The Doctor watched as Frank rode down to the next corner, where there was a small store. He sighed before turning back to the tardis. Her blue coating was fading as pencil etching seemed to take over.

"We're all just stories in the end..." The Doctor half smiled as he reached out to open the doors. "I wish I could tell you about yours, Frankie..."

The Doctor stepped inside the tardis, closing the door behind him. Everything was becoming etches of its former self. The time lord knew time was running out for his piece of existence. He was going to become an etching like everything else; just another legend some off the wall source might remember.

"I wish you were here, Frankie..." The Doctor laughed, sadly, looking around the fading ship. "Some people can stay in your heart, but not in your life... I'll always keep you in my heart, Frankie."

The Doctor wandered over to the steps and sat down. The etches were taking over faster and faster, but the time lord was accepting it. His time had come and gone. He wasn't dying; this was more peaceful than death. He was simply becoming the illustration of a story, along with everything around him.

"I hope someone finds this story and enjoys it..." The Doctor mused as the sketching came up to his toes, beginning to take over his shoes. He giggled as it tickled its way up his foot. He sighed contently, watching it continue to spread. "I know I did..."

The time lord closed his eyes as the sketching consumed him, eventually leaving him with nothing.

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"That was a doozy, wasn't it?" The Doctor exclaimed, looking around the tardis controls. "They didn't hit me! I'm not regenerating! I'm still me, I made it!" He laughed unbelievingly, bringing his hands up and pushing them through his brown quiff of hair.

He looked around as the tardis began to send him away from where he had been running. This almost seemed unreal; he shouldn't of been able to avoid getting hit, the probability was just out of his favor.

"You got lucky, Doctor." He muttered to himself, "Just don't do it again! Stop with the side trips for a moment..." He reached up to one of the TV screens hanging above the control panel and clicked some buttons. He pouted at the readings it displayed, obviously not content with it.

He turned away from the control panel and looked around the ship once more. Something felt slightly different about it... He couldn't describe it, it just felt... Different.

"What have you been up to, you sexy thing?" He asked, leaning his hip against the railing around the control panel with a smirk. "Having fun without me?"

He sighed, pushing his palms against his eyes. He let out a groan before making a few strange noises from his mouth. He let his hands drop to his side, looking down. His eyebrows furrowed as he noticed something down below the main panel.

"What's that?" He muttered to himself, standing upright.

He hurried over to the steps, taking them two at a time as he went down. When he reached the bottom, he hooked around the railing to swing himself underneath the panel above.

Under some of the exposed wiring, was a small book. It had a blue cover, with some sort of drawing on it. The Doctor crouched down next to the book, reaching out to grab it. Faint words were scribbled across the cover above the drawing.

"When the Doctor was me?" The time lord read out loud, tilting his head at the book. "Where did you come from?.."

The Doctor's head snapped up as a sound of a successful search filled the air. The Doctor let out a loud laugh, gripping the book tightly as he turned to run back up the steps to the main platform.

"Have you found her?" He exclaimed, pulling himself up the railing and nearly tripping as he ran across the main platform, "Have you located my impossible girl?"

As he set the book he had discovered on the control panel, a computer voice filled the air, "Clara Oswald has been located."

The Doctor laughed out loud, clapping his hands together. "I could kiss you! Sexy, you astound me! Take me to her, please." He begged, watching the screen with wide eyes.

He watched with anticipation as an adventure was being written in time. Not that he would know until it was happening before his eyes, however.

Meanwhile, the story he had found would wait for a quiet night on the tardis before being read. The time lord would rediscover it and, out of curiosity, begin to read about his own parallel adventures with a companion named Frank Iero. For some strange reason, the name seemed to make his hearts skip a beat every time his eyes ran over it... Almost as if they knew something he didn't...

The End
Although, that's a very loose term in a universe like this...