A/N: Been meaning to write this chapter for a long time, and finally got around to it. Follows right on from the end of 'Forest of Shadows', if you wondering. Please review if you liked, or if you didn't. All feedback is appreciated.
Parking Trouble
Mark had his nose buried in the Saturday newspaper when the unexpected happened. He was sitting at the back of a London double-decker bus heading to nowhere, it seemed, the whole vehicle empty apart from him, the driver, and that crazy old lady from down the road who had far too many cats. This was always what seemed to happen on Mondays. He'd hop on the bus and go to work, reading a two-day old paper that he'd only just picked up off the front lawn, 'cos he was too cheap to buy a new one, and he hadn't read it anyway, so he might as well. The last thing he expected to happen was a large blue box to appear out of nowhere.
The blue box in question dropped into reality with a loud crack about ten metres away from the bus, aligned so that it was both lying on its side, and pointing directly at the bus. It also appeared to be moving at a rather deadly speed.
The side of the bus caved in with a scream of tearing metal, the momentum of the TARDIS unbalancing the top-heavy vehicle. With a groan the bus teetered on two wheels for a long, tense moment, until, slowly, it toppled against a brick wall that had been conveniently left there just in case something like this should ever happen.
Shouting echoed from inside the blue box, but the three passengers on the bus were too shell-shocked to make a move, even to see what was going on. Funnily enough, the shouting went something along the lines of, "Brittany! I told you not to press that button! The other one! The other bloody button! You trying to kill us all? Why did I let you fly this thing, hmm? To splatter ourselves over the pavement of wherever the hell we've landed? NO! It's a privilege, not your right to fly my ship. She's thousands of years old, and I've taken good care of her, and it appears that you've flown us into a bus…oh."
The door to the blue box swung inwards, and a figure appeared, standing at right angles to gravity. "Oh, hello there," he said guiltily, looking straight at Mark. "Umm, I'm sorry about the inconvenience. We'll just be on our way, and out of your hair. So to speak." He gave a rather apologetic smile, and closed the door with a snick.
The light atop the TARDIS began to flash, and the box faded away, leaving nothing but a memory of its passing. Well there was also that great big gaping hole in the side of a bus. But never mind that.