You grabbed the bag you'd left behind off of the kitchen counter, snapping your head to check the time. 5:54. No way in hell were you making it to the Christmas concert on time. It had taken you 10 minutes to run here to grab the bag you forgot--- and even then, you needed to set up before the show started! If only you had a time machine...

Oh wait. You did.

You tugged your bag on further, rushing out to the back where the Doctor had parked the TARDIS. Surely he wouldn't mind. Plus, you'd seen him pilot the machine a thousand times before. And you had your permit, it had to be just like driving a car, right?

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6:00. The Doctor could wait until then, right? Six minutes seated in a school auditorium waiting for you to preform some sort of... what was it? Christmas choir? No, probably something more elaborate, knowing you.

Anyways, the Doctor wasn't a fan of being squished between two large (in every direction) women who were gushing about their children. So when he heard the TARDIS materializing, he immediately stood up and bolted backstage.

He found you stumbling out, hair mussed up and carrying a bag that looked too heavy for you.

"{{user}}! What are you--- How did you get the TARDIS here?" He asked, looking at you incredulously.