#Jackdaltonwhump

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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: MacGyver (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Angus MacGyver (MacGyver TV 2016), Jack Dalton (MacGyver TV 2016), Riley Davis, Matilda "Matty" Webber, James MacGyver (MacGyver TV 2016), Wilt Bozer (MacGyver TV 2016), Jonah Walsh, Original Characters Additional Tags: Hurt Jack Dalton (MacGyver TV 2016), Protective Jack Dalton (MacGyver 2016), Jack Dalton Whump (MacGyver TV 2016), Parental Jack Dalton (MacGyver TV 2016), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Jack Dalton Lives (MacGyver TV 2016), Bad Parent James MacGyver (MacGyver TV 2016), Presumed Dead, Torture, Action/Adventure, Whump Summary:

Sequel to Not by Blood but by Fire and Water. There is a traitor at the Phoenix who had sold out Mac and Jack to a sadistic arms dealer, two years prior. Jack had nearly had to pay the ultimate price because of the still anonymous culprits betrayal. Can Mac and Jack find their way through all the corruption and deceit before it destroys them both? My version of what should have happened in the show. Not James MacGyver friendly.

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Last chapter!

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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: MacGyver (TV 2016) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Angus MacGyver (MacGyver TV 2016), Jack Dalton (MacGyver TV 2016), Riley Davis, Matilda "Matty" Webber, Wilt Bozer (MacGyver TV 2016) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Jack Dalton Whump (MacGyver TV 2016), Angus MacGyver (MacGyver TV 2016) Whump, Hurt Jack Dalton (MacGyver TV 2016), Hurt Angus Macgyver (Macgyver TV 2016), Torture Summary:

Mac and Jack find themselves all tied up after a successful mission, thanks to the betrayal of an anonymous traitor at the Phoenix. Lots of Jack and Mac whump.

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Riley is worried that Jack has a death wish ever since Mac had quit a few months ago.

Jack woke to the sound of the steady beeping of his heart monitor and the muffled sniffling of someone nearby. His head throbbed in sync with his heartbeat, each pulse sending a fresh wave of agony through his skull. He cracked his eyes open carefully and groaned, the too-bright light in his room piercing his vision like twin daggers stabbing into his brain.

He heard someone moving around, the soft rustle of clothing and the quiet padding of feet. Then, a familiar female voice broke through the haze of his pain.

“Is that better?” Riley asked softly, her voice tender and full of concern.

Jack cracked his eyes open experimentally once more, finding the pain much more bearable as the harsh light dimmed slightly.

“Ri?” Jack questioned, his voice rough and scratchy, each word scraping against his throat.

“How are you feeling?” the hacker asked, her voice wavering with barely suppressed emotion.

“I’m alright,” Jack answered, though his voice lacked conviction.

As his vision cleared, Jack could see the telltale signs of tears on Riley’s face. Her eyes were red-rimmed and puffy, a stark contrast to her usual composed demeanor. It was clear she had been crying for some time.

“Ri, what’s wrong?” the older agent asked worriedly, his stomach dropping with fear. Had something happened to Mac? Nigeria wasn’t exactly the safest country, and the kid was like a magnet for trouble.

“Do you have a death wish or something?” Riley asked, her voice a mixture of anger and desperation.

“What?” Jack furrowed his brow, unsure of what she was saying.

“Ever since Mac left, you’ve been volunteering for every dangerous mission at the Phoenix. You almost died, Jack. If that bullet had been just a few millimeters over, you would have.” Riley wiped at her damp cheeks with both hands, her fingers trembling.

He had never seen Riley this emotional before. It was very uncharacteristic of her, and it tore at his heart to see the tears freely flowing down her beautiful face.

Riley had been in the War Room as tech support for the mission and had seen it all happen live in high-definition clarity. The drone captured the very moment her father figure took two rounds to his vest, one to the shoulder, and a deep graze above his left ear. She had watched in horror and screamed as he collapsed to the ground, blood pouring from the deep groove that had been carved out by the bullet on the side of his head. Her laptop clattered to the floor and she covered her face unable to look at the bloody form of Jack as he laid there lifeless.

She had thought she had just watched him die, and the scene kept replaying over and over in her mind. The hacker had broken down so much that Matty had to have Jill take over for Riley for the remainder of the mission.

This was the second time since Mac left that Jack had had a near miss and had woken up in Phoenix Medical. Jack hadn’t handled Mac’s absence and lack of communication very well. Each ignored call and unanswered message felt like a fresh wound, deepening his sense of abandonment.

Did Mac even care about Jack anymore? It certainly didn’t appear so. All his attempts at contact were met with silence, as if Mac wanted nothing to do with him, and that hurt the older agent deeply.

Maybe he had been playing a little fast and loose with his life since Mac left. The reckless behavior, the constant need to throw himself into danger—it was all a way to numb the pain, to fill the void Mac had left behind.

"I love you, Jack… I can’t lose you again, so I need you to be a lot more careful, okay?" Riley’s voice broke, and she swiped another tear off her face.

“I know how important Mac is to you, but you are important to me.”

Jack’s eyes teared up with his girls admission.

“I love you too, honey… I’ll do my best, okay?”

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Jack is having a rough day, but so is Mac

Just a little blown up, too bad Mac wasn’t there!

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Snippet part deux:

It took several seconds for Jack to clear away the cobwebs and focus on the watery blue eyes in front of him. Jack furrowed his brow in confusion. Not sure if he could believe what his eyes were telling him. “Mac?” The Delta rasped out weakly. “Yeah brother, it’s me.” Mac answered with a tearful laugh. “Are you real?” Jack's hoarse voice broke on the last word and tears began to well up in his pain filled hopeful eyes. Mac's freshly mended heart fractured a little with that question. It suddenly dawned on Mac that the whole time he had thought Jack was dead he was actually being held captive tortured the whole time. Mac’s stomach plummeted and guilt replaced the grief he had been consumed with. For ten weeks Jack was being tortured and no one knew. No one had been searching for him or trying to rescue him. Everyone had just accepted the news of his death and went on with their lives. “Yeah, Big Guy, I’m real. I’m here.” Warm tears of guilt and happiness vied for control in the younger man. “You ‘kay?” Jack asked, concerned. His partner was usually more stoic than himself. Jack had never been afraid of showing his emotions. Mac on the other hand had been taught that emotions clouded his judgment and showed weakness. Tears streamed steadily down his young friend's face. It worried Jack, making him think that the kid was hurt or something. Mac choked out another laugh that was more like a sob. “Yeah, I’m okay, Jack. Never better.” Mac answered. Jack looked relieved for a moment and then fear shot through his eyes. “Mac, you gotta get outta here!”

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So I know I’m super late to the Cairo week party, but I thought I could tie in one by expounding on something that is briefly touched on in the fic I’m writing

Swim with the Fishes

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He’s hotter when he’s bleeding. Must be something wrong with me

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Snippet #4

Mac may have had enough of him and Riley may hate him for leaving the way he did, but the safety of his kids would always come first. Just like a true parent, Jack’s love and fierce protectiveness was unconditional. The blindsided look on Mac’s face when Jack had told him he was accepting the Kovacs mission had Jack second guessing. Maybe Mac would be bothered by him leaving. The last thing Jack wanted was to let Mac down. As soon as he had walked out of the War Room those eight months ago, he felt like that’s exactly what he had done. He suddenly had a sickening feeling like he had been played, like Oversight had masterfully manipulated him into accepting this mission. Now Jack was being paranoid. There’s no reason why Oversight would’ve done that. Was there? This mission was really starting to get to him. Everything about it felt wrong. No, the only one responsible for him being here and not there with his kids, was him. Jack scrubbed a hand over his face, in frustration. Jack pushed down the guilt replacing the emotion with anger, anger at himself and all his failings. Moisture gathered in his eyes until a tear broke free and slid down his cheek. “I’m so sorry, kid.” Jack whispered to the cool gentle Croatian breeze.

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Every person that Jack knew believed he was dead, maybe Jack was starting to believe it too

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Okay, here’s the snippet as requested. I’ve only written one other fanfic before so this is just my second one. Hopefully I didn’t build this fic up just to end up disappointing y’all. Also my punctuation leaves a lot to be desired, sorry.

Snippet part one:

It was like he had walked into some kind of a stereotypical medieval dungeon MacGyver saw a man chained to the cold stone wall by one arm. His breath caught in his throat. Even though this man was severely beaten and covered in blood, he resembled his deceased overwatch. He stood frozen in place staring at the familiar apparition that lay unconscious on the floor. Maybe his grief stricken mind was trying to bring him comfort with this hallucination. Mac slowly kneeled down beside the bloody ghost. This man’s hair and beard was longer than he had ever seen his Jack wear, but he shared the same salt and pepper coloring as the man who had been his protector for nearly a decade. Blood covered the whole right side of his face, from above his hair line to disappear under the neck of his dingy t-shirt and his face was one big bruise. His lip was badly busted and his nose appeared to be broken, but the resemblance to his fallen best friend was undeniable. He reached out and slowly touched the man’s unshackled arm. He was warm. Mac didn’t believe in ghosts but he was pretty sure if they existed that they wouldn’t be warm. Could this really be Jack? He didn’t dare to hope. Jack had acquired many scars over the years serving his country and protecting him. Jack had a particular one located on the right side of his chest that had very nearly taken Jack from him, years earlier. Jack saved Macs life, that day, by stepping in front of the bullet meant for Mac. Jack had seen the red dot appear on Mac’s chest and without hesitation he used himself as a shield for Mac. Mac had frantically pushed down on the bullet hole trying to keep the vital fluid in his friend. Jack had started choking and coughed up blood, nearly drowning in his arms, while they had waited for medevac. Mac had to check and see if that scar was present on the unconscious man in front of him. If it was there, then he wasn’t just a look-a-like for his best friend. There would be no denying that this was Jack. He grasped a hold of the hem at the bottom of the blood stained t-shirt. His hand shook uncontrollably as he slowly lifted the shirt. Mac winced in sympathy at the angry looking stab wound on his side and the bruises of varying ages that covered the man’s abdomen. His hip bones were protruding slightly just above the waistline of his pants. This man seemed more lean than his partner had the last time he had seen him. The man groaned softly when Mac pulled apart a section of shirt that had been stuck to a gash halfway up his ribs. Mac finally exposed the same area of the man’s chest that Jack had the scar. Mac had started to feel light headed and realized he had been unconsciously holding his breath. There was blood covering the man’s chest. Some was dry and other areas still slowly weeped fresh blood. He gently ran his fingers over the area, unable to see through all the blood. He felt the tell-tale bumps of scar tissue where a small line of stitches had been. He sobbed loose a breath and quickly sucked in another. “Jack…” Mac’s fragile voice broke on the whispered plea of his partner's name. Tears immediately filled his eyes. “Oh my God, Jack!” his voice was barely audible. His com crackled to life, startling him. He had completely forgotten about the device in his ear. “What?” Came Riley’s confused voice. “Mac, what did you say?” Static screamed in his ear then abruptly cut off. Mac slid an arm under Jack’s shoulders and pulled him close to him. His friend's head lolled to the side, away from him. Mac cupped Jack's cheek. He gently guided his face back towards him. “Jack, can you hear me, brother?” Mac choked on the words. He didn’t think he’d ever say those words again. Jack let out a weak groan and furrowed his brow up in pain. “Hey buddy, open your eyes for me.” Mac used his thumb to gently stroke the side of Jack's face near his temple. “Jack, please.” The plea reached through the layers of unconsciousness and pulled Jack free from its dark hold. Dazed brown eyes fluttered open.

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