Author's note: This is just a fun little short story to break up all the Micky fics. I realized that the last several chapters all seemed to be focused on Micky, and the next few chapters I'm planning focus on him as well, so I wrote this to give Peter a moment in the spotlight.

I guess you could call this one a crossover, and a very fun one it was too. I don't want to give away any spoilers, so the disclaimer will be located at the end of the chapter. If you find yourself completely lost with no idea who these unexplained characters are, don't worry, I'll try to give a quick explanation at the end of the chapter, along with the disclaimer.

Ventura, CA, two years four months prior:

It was one in the afternoon on a Sunday morning, and Peter was bored. He had the day off, because it was Sunday, and he was bored because Micky was gone for the weekend.

That year at school, Micky had decided to join band class, because now he was a drummer, so he figured band class must be fun. Now he was off on a trip with the rest of the class, playing in a high school band contest in nearby Santa Barbara.

Which was fine with Peter, he was happy that his friend was having a good time, but now he was alone.

He played his bass for awhile, but he'd already been playing it all morning, and without Micky on the drums, he just didn't have the heart for it.

So, after sitting around doing nothing for about ten minutes, he decided to go for a walk. Grabbing his jacket, he took off.

Leaving the hotel, he stood for a moment before choosing a direction at random and heading down the street.

He walked along for several minutes, thinking about how fun it would be to take off again, to go travel until there was nowhere left to go, nothing left to see. To just grab his bass and go, no worries, no obligations, free to do whatever he wished.

Not that he disliked his new life here, he liked his job, and Aunt Franny's meatloaf, and Micky, and being in a band. He just still got the travel bug sometimes, and this was one of those times.

He had been here for a little over a year now, he realized. Stopping on a random street corner, he smiled. It had only been a little over a year since Micky had run into him and changed his life. It was funny, how a simple thing as meeting someone new could ch-

Suddenly, the air was knocked out of him as he found himself once again hitting the concrete hard. He couldn't apologize the way he normally did, because this time, he was struggling to catch his breath.

"Sorry about that, terribly busy, Can't stay and chat, I've got to run!" A hand was pulling him to his feet and a British accent was speaking as Peter came face to face with a rather tall lanky man with wild brown hair wearing a bowtie.

"That's all right," Peter managed to wheeze out, still recovering his breath. The man gaped.

"Peter Tork!?" He exclaimed. Peter nodded. Had he met this man before? He was sure he would've remembered...

The man was now shaking his hand vigorously. "Very nice to meet you," he said. "Very nice indeed! Why, I was just talking about you, really, I was, I-"

"Doctor, come on!"

Peter looked around and saw a woman with red hair holding a pitchfork, and, behind her, a blonde guy panting and catching his breath.

"Oh, right!" The man exclaimed. "It was nice talking to you, Peter," He said, smiling at Peter. "Good luck with your band!"

And then he took off. Peter watched in confusion as the three ran down the street and around a corner. He decided that whoever that man was, he'd probably seen him and Micky perform before, and had recognized him from then.

A small thrill went up his spine at the thought that he'd been recognized. Was this what it was like to be famous, only it happened all the time? It was too bad Micky wasn't here, he would have loved this little taste of fame.

Now thinking about what it would be like to be truly famous, Peter continued his walk.

"So, who was that you ran into back there?" Amy asked the Doctor as the TARDIS left their latest adventure. "Ah yes," The Doctor said. "Peter Tork, bassist, pianist, banjo player, and harp player for the Monkees, an American 60's band.

"Oh," Amy said. "Like the Beatles?"

"Yes and no," The Doctor said. "The Beatles were British, and had a different sound. But the Monkees wanted to be like the Beatles, that much's for sure."

"Well, did they ever make it?" Amy asked. "Make it!?" The Doctor exclaimed with a laugh. "No, they never made it. They played a few festivals, sold a few records, but on a whole, they were one of the most unsuccessful talented bands in history! They practically invented the term 'garage band', and took the term 'starving artists' to a whole new level."

"Oh," Amy said. "But you wished him luck,"

"Yes I did," The Doctor admitted. "Heaven knows he'll need it." Amy smiled. "Well, you never know," she said. "Time can be rewritten. Maybe you running into him changed the course of history, and he'll really make it this time."

The Doctor chuckled. "Oh, Pond," he said. "Always looking on the bright side. I suppose it could happen. You never know how important it could be when you run into someone new."

Well, there you have it, a short Peter meets the Doctor story, even though Peter has no idea who it is he ran into. Now for the disclaimers:

I do not own Doctor Who or any characters from Doctor Who.

And now for the explanation:

Doctor Who is a British Television Sci-Fi show about an alien known as "The Doctor," who travels throughout space and time in his ship, the TARDIS, which is an acronym for Time and Relative Dimensions in Space. He often travels with companions, usually humans, for reasons that do not need exploring at this juncture. And trouble follows him wherever he goes, even when he deliberately visits places where nothing ever happens, something dangerous happens simply because he is there. And he runs. A lot.