A/N: I may not update for a while, as rehearsals are starting soon. This is a fairly interesting chapter in my opinion, as it shows the tension between Mac and the Doctor. If anyone has suggestions, I'd love to hear them! And, as always, enjoy, R&R.
The Doctor looked at us strangely, mostly Zetta, as she was currently a bird person.
"Don't tell me you haven't heard of me? I'm the Doctor."
I narrowed my eyes and looked back at him. "Don't you have a name?" I called back.
"Hmm...Nope," he replied.
I sighed. "Regio, Scott, and Zetta," I told him, gesturing to whoever I was introducing at the time. "I'd tell you where you are, but I don't know that I can."
Regio rolled his eyes. "You're at Macavity's hideout," he said to the Doctor. "Genius here just arrived himself."
"I'm sorry-did you say Macavity?" The Doctor looked very confused. "The Hidden Paw?"
"Yes," I sighed. "I thought the same thing when I found out. I'll be right back," I told the other two, walking out of the room. I was partially going to notify Mac of the newcomer, and partially trying to put distance between myself and that window.
"Yes, what do you want?" the Napoleon of Crime snapped when he heard the knock on his door. "I can't work with this many interruptions..."
I poked my head in the doorway, ignoring his annoyed scowl. "We've got a bit of a situation," I reported. "Mainly, what appears to be a flying police box."
At this Macavity looked quite alarmed. He stood bolt upright, so fast that his chair fell over. "Where?" he asked, deadly control in his voice. I led him towards Regio's room, where Zetta and Regio were still glaring down at the Doctor.
Macavity took his place at the window, looking down at the crash site. "What exactly, might I ask, are you doing here?"
"I might ask you the same question," the Doctor shot back. "Last I heard, you were somewhere in London..."
Mac's glare deepened. "I don't know where your intelligence comes from, Doctor, but you seem sadly misinformed. I've been here my whole life." He sighed. "Where were you headed?"
"That's just it," the Doctor replied. "I don't know. The TARDIS seems to be malfuctioning, choosing destinations all on its own...I assume there's something here I should take care of?"
Macavity's tail twitched in irritation at the thought. "I assure you the only thing you might have to worry about is me," he said coolly. "And if you're planning on waging any sort of battle with me, I suggest you bring some SERIOUS backup."
"Oh, I have," the Doctor told him. The doors of the blue box-the TARDIS-opened, and out stepped someone I'd known since before this whole madness started: the General.
He wasn't much to look at, really-a couple of years younger than me, but built rather like a football player. I happened to know, however, that he had recently received his black belt at the taekwondo dojo we had attended together.
"Let us see how this plays out," the Doctor said with a grin. "The Doctor, the General...and the Hidden Paw."