This is an odd little blurb I wrote mostly for giggles. Takes place at the end of End of Days. When Jack runs like a woman to the Tardis. So, takes place about four years after the end of Buffy.
Now You See It...Now You Don't
Xander yawned -- then stopped dead in his tracks, one hand still holding his coffee.
"Hey. I wonder what that dude's lookin' for," he said, and pointed -- at a man running full-tilt across the walk, heading for a blue police box.
Yelling "DOCTOR!" at the top of his lungs.
Kyra froze.
"Um," Dawn said. "We drove through here yesterday. Four times. That box was not there."
"Yeah," Kyra agreed. "Maybe they added it. Let's go."
"Hey!" Xander said. "Where'd they go? The blue box and the dude?"
Kyra sighed. "At a guess, I'd say the blue box left, with the...dude clinging to the outside like a monkey."
They both stared at her. "This happen a lot?" Xander asked.
"Mate, you wouldn't believe me if I told you," Kyra muttered. "Look, you really need to start thinking of... Cardiff like Sunnydale."
"Well, Sunnydale had a Hellmouth," Xander pointed out. "What does Cardiff have?"
"The Rift," Kyra replied.
"What the hell is the Rift?"
"Exactly what it sounds like."
"Well, to me it sounds like one of those nifty guitar solos," Xander muttered.
"That's a riff, you idiot," Dawn said.
"Same difference!"
"The Rift is a tear in the fabric of time," Kyra replied.
"How do you know this?" Xander demanded.
Kyra hesitated, looking off to one side, then sighed. "I've got an interesting bloody family. Who's for pizza?"
End