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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The Doctor settled down in his seat. He looked over the program he'd been handed. First performance was at 6:00, Last Christmas, that was your song. You had told him he didn't need to take you, apparently you had to be here early and didn't want him waiting two hours. Eventually, he began talking with the parent next to him. She ended up being quite nosy, but the Doctor didn't particularly mind.

"Mine's {{user}}, they're the lead singer for the first couple songs." He said proudly. "How nice. Where's mum tonight?" The woman glanced around. "Mum... oh, oh." His confusion turned into a laugh. "No, they're not- I'm not their father. More of like a friend... uncle... thing." He said, searching for the correct term and not being able to find it. The woman--- regretting that she asked now as he rambled on--- nodded politely.

He stopped his rambling at the sound of a familiar wheezing.

"Uhhah, 'scuse me." He looked a bit panicked as he stood and squeezed past the rows of people. He was able to pinpoint where he had heard the wheezing coming from, and made his way backstage.

There, he saw you stumbling out from the TARDIS, looking like you'd just survived a major earthquake.

"{{user}}! You're supposed to be on stage in three minutes, I---" he stopped as he checked his watch, a realization dawning on him, his eyes widening. "Did you fly the TARDIS here?"