#bozer is there briefly

[authorangelita]

You can't really get bogged down in the details or you'll go crazy. This is true of every show I've ever been in fandom for. Choose the details that work with the story you want to tell and disregard the others, just like canon. :)

However, I have some headcanon thoughts. In season 5, Mac and the Bozers go to "Grandpa Mac's cabin" near Mission City. Also, we don't know that Harry is James' father or know which grandfather left Mac the house in LA. Neither of these things are stated on the show to my memory. Since Harry is the only grandfather mentioned, this is my headcanon:

Harry's hometown is Mission City, and that's where he raised James. It's also where James and Ellen settled down. At some point, Harry moved to LA for work, and he probably gave his house to James and Ellen and kept his cabin.

After James left, Harry moved back to Mission City briefly to take care of Mac, but then gave his custody over to the Bozers when it was not feasible (because of work and/or health reasons), but he still spent time with Mac on the weekends/holidays. Mac mentions random things he did with Harry and also that he was talking to Harry on the phone when he was at MIT.

No okay I’m trying to write and the inconsistency of the show is making it so difficult because like

Mac and Bozer were best friends since fifth grade right? And we can all agree that Mac wasn’t official “fifth grade age” like yeah okay whatever

But like it’s canon that Mac lived in mission city until he was 10 because that’s when he stayed with his grandpa

But also like did his grandpa have a house in Mission City? Or like how did Mac and Bozer hang out in the teenage years because it’s like a two hour drive from LA

This is the information I seek

[altschmerzes]

Crosscheck

a macgyver 2016 1.01 tag, but make it ice hockey. part of a series of oneshots in this au written for the macgyver rewatch 2021.

This is the first game Angus MacGyver will play after the injury that took him out the same night Nikki Carpenter was abruptly and unexpectedly traded across the country. This is also the night before Mac and everyone else will learn that Nikki's shocking trade wasn't the unavoidable betrayal by team management they'd all thought it was - and that she knows more about the devastating check that broke Mac's collarbone seven weeks ago than anyone could've predicted.

Jack doesn't know what to do. His brilliant young teammate has pushed himself back onto the ice far too soon in his recovery, the whole Nikki situation has imploded all over again, and to top it all off? His team's just signed his ex's daughter. Riley's first game offers him something he didn't expect, though. It offers him hope.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31410518

[spybleu]

"“ another nightmare? ”

( @asktheteufortmercs - Guillaume )

(Hello!!!)

(Forgive me, I'm not completely certain which meme this is from.)

Lazily, Charles bare fingers blindly found the switch to the light in the kitchen. Immediately blinding him with its annoyingly florescent glow, with a dull hum that felt loud compared to the stillness of the night that had settled over the base. His sea green-blue eyes blinking into focus for a moment as his bare feet gently padded toward the stove. Thoughtlessly preheating the oven like he had so many times before, when his restless mind had plagued him with images from the past he would rather forget. 

His whole being moving to the familiar steps he had repeated over again as he tiredly reached for his apron. That heavy weight of sleep most certainly being the only thing keeping him from jumping when he heard the unfamiliar voice. Confused, Charles’s fingers paused mid tying as he attempted to make sense of what he was saying. For the moment convinced that he was perhaps still sleeping, because the figure before him was anything but normal. 

Finishing the knot he was making to keep his apron in place, the lithe bleu skimmed over the odd stranger briefly again before turning away. Mildly annoyed that he apparently couldn’t escape his nightmares to the point that they were now tricking him to believe he was awake. As if the blood that stained his thoughts wasn’t already enough to be considered torture. Now he couldn’t even be certain if he was safe in the one place he felt most at ease. 

“Generally, oui.” He answered sullen while turning his attention to the cabinets to prepare baking. Regardless of whether or not he was awake, Charles figured he might as well focus his attention on what calmed him best. Hoping that if he kept his mind on the muffins he was going to make, this current dream would stay where it was. 

“And jou, ami? Pardonnez-moi, but jou look like jou have seen better days. Have nightmares been bozering jou as well?” Charles questioned with a faintly teasing glance over his shoulder at the unfamiliar guest. Playing with the notion that it was sleep that was causing this friend to appear the way he was, instead of being the ghostly image of torments past. 

[writtenbyblair]

#30: “All that matters”

Summary: When a mission does more than saving people. 

“Fahrkarten bitte.” asked the woman working for the train company.

Holding Mac’s hand, you showed her the train tickets, she nodded and stepped aside to let you get in. 

Once you had found the seats, Mac put the suitcases in the dedicated area and sat next to you, a confused look painting his face. 

“Babe, the train should have already left by now.” 

You put a hand on his shoulder: “You know these are always late.” 

“Don’t be so impatient lovebird, I’m sure we’ll leave soon.” The calm voice was coming from behind. You turned around and found an old lady busy knitting. “Honeymoon?” She pursued. 

“Actually, First year anniversary.” Replied Mac, displaying a big smile. 

“Oh I remember that time when it’s still fresh and exciting.” You furrowed your brows, half confused, half amused and looked at Mac who was conveying the same feelings. 

You hadn’t even sat back in your seats that the white hair lady kept going: “What did you go for young man? A cabin in the forest or a chic hotel in town?”

“Uh cabin Ma’am.”

“Good choice, I would have loved that.” She winked at him and you had to find a tremendous strength to not burst out laughing. 

“How did you know that she was the one?”

The question caught you off guard, but before you had time to worry about finding a decent answer or distract her, Mac was already replying: “I simply can’t get enough of her, even of her flaws. She’s stubborn and I like when she rolls her eyes and looks up at the ceiling when she’s trying to find a solution. ”

Your chest squeezed. 

The woman carried the conversation as she adjusted her glasses: “Any special reservation?”

“If I say it now it won’t be a surprise anymore.” He brought his focus on you and a dimple appeared on his face just as the train left the platform. 

“I’m going to grab a drink at the bar, do you want something?” Asked Mac. 

“I’ll come with you to see what they have.” You giggled as you stood up. 

“These kids.” Sighed the old lady with a cheeky smile. 

Mac opened the door leading to the next compartment and you dropped his hand. 

“I prefer not knowing what she thinks we’re going to do now.” You said. 

“Can’t blame her. You two were pretty convincing.” Defended Bozer over the coms. 

“Riley, any luck with facial recognition?” you questioned, walking through the train behind Mac, subtly eye-scanning the passengers. 

“Nothing yet, working on it.” She replied. 

The message notification of your phone rang briefly, but you didn’t take time to check it. 

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Already the 30th story! Always have so much fun writing these, I hope you’ll like this one. Can anyone guess which episodes inspired me?💛📎

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[emachinescat]

Wow - what an episode! I honestly think that, aside from episode 5, Quarantine + N95 + Landline + Telescope + Social Distance is my favorite episode this season! It's late so forgive me if my thoughts have no real order to them, but here we go:

This episode had a very cheesy, ham-fisted vibe that made me laugh and cringe simultaneously, and it was masterfully done. It was in the spirit of classic Mac which would often have important PSAs related in the least subtle ways possible. The song about wearing a mask made me thing of the "Tough Boys" rap in the original about not being a thug and I DIED. Great homage to the original show.

Loved the domestic life. It's so fun seeing the three of them being actual people doing normal people things. It was refreshing. Honestly if there had been no crime I wouldn't have complained (except for the lack of whump). These poor kids deserve a chance to relax.

The scene between Mac and Riley had me DYING. It was sweet and cute but also WHY don't people ever communicate like actual humans in these shows? Don't just assume you're going to come in between Mac and Desi, Riles, and take Mac's choice away from him. Tell him how you feel. Let him know what cards are on the table and let HIM decide who he wants to be with. Sheesh.

The. Whump. It was short lived but oh so welcome. We need more, writers. Keep it coming, in much higher doses, and include that sweet sweet comfort that we all want but never get to see.

It was nice to see Mac get more screen time. I love the other characters, but I feel our titular character has in many ways taken a backseat and I miss seeing him shine.

Russ is a moron. An adorable, goofy moron who I both love and hate in equal measure. This here's a guy who has lost so much in the past he intentionally messes up any promising relationship for himself so he feels like he has control over the loss that he feels will be inevitable. Ouch. Doesn't make him any less of an idiot though.

I loved finding out about Russ's Peruvian heritage. Treasure hunt in the future? Maybe an Indiana Jones homage like the original show did?

I don't remember the name of his lady friend and I don't care enough about her to look it up. I'm sure she'll come back in later. For now, she sucks.

Loved Matty, this paragon of law and order, leeching off her neighbors' wifi. Jack would be proud.

The scene between Bozer and Mac was so touching. And so needed. Now can we get an episode with flashbacks of their childhood together? Pwease?

Desi and Mac still have a toxic relationship. Her hair is so cute in a ponytail braid though, and the scene with her parents was endearing and hilarious.

It's refreshing to see the show acknowledge all that Mac lost, but there is NO WAY briefly talking to Bozer about it fixed it. Boy needs Therapy (with a capital T).

Edit: I can't believe I forgot Mac and the ukelele! Not only was it adorable and cheesy and so much fun, but it was 1000% something RDA's MacGyver would have done!

And those are the main thoughts floating around in my head right now. I think I wrangled enough to make a semi-coherent post. I'm excited about the next episode but bummed it's not coming out until the 5th. Until then, there's fanfic fix-its for the whump in this episode. :)

[nativestarwrites]

For the WIP title game: Wow, those are many and a lot of titles sound intriguing, but if I have to chose just one, I'd like to know what that The Rising AU of yours is about. If that's okay with you?

Of course, thank you for asking!  This really an insight into how badly I name my wips as it has very little to do with the episode The Rising.  Its basically the ‘pilot’ fic of my Mac has Magic series.  It explains how Mac and Jack met, how Mac joined DXS and their first op together.  Here’s a snippet:

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Jack Dalton?” “Who’s asking?” His fingers tighten on the gun in his right hand, hidden behind the door. “Can I come in?” He asks and starts to move forwards. “No.”  Jack puts his left arm across the door.  He swears if he’s trying to sell something… The kid looks worried, and while Jack is intentionally being intimidating right now, somehow he thinks he’s worried about something other than the ex-delta sniper in front of him. “I’m a friend of Mac’s.  Angus Macgyver.  I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important, but I’m worried about him.  Like, really worried.  And he said you were a good man, you always had his back out there.  And I know he trusts you, and Mac, well, he doesn’t trust too many people.  Practically no one. And I don’t know who else to go to, so I was hoping that you’d be able to help me.” The man barely takes a breath and he’s not sure if its that or that he mentions his old EOD tech’s name that Jack’s sleep deprived brain finally puts it together.  Bozer.  He reaches out and drags him into his apartment, causing a small yelp to escape from him before closing the door and turning on him, pointing his finger. “Bozer. You’re Bozer, Mac’s roomie.” “Yes! Didn’t I mention that?” “No, you didn’t.”  Jack says exasperated, he’d only seen Bozer a handful of times when he was briefly serving with Mac and never in person.

[justkurotingz]

hold my hand (macdesi)

this was inspired by one of my favorite songs of all time u should REALLY listen to it, it’s underrated and she’s such a talented korean artist. and this was SO hard to write because i strongly dislike this ship, but desi deserves a happy ending too, so this is a macdesi break up fic which features sweet moments between them 🥺

macriley tag list: @zahra-0110 @shutupshanti @sunflowermotel @moodypetrichorlove @multi-fandomshipper101 @miica432 @ariad21 @tilltheworldendsx3 @likeit-or-leaveit

word count: 728 words

“you’re making soup.” mac commented lightly, smelling the dish before he even fully stepped inside desi’s apartment. desi flashed him a half smile, turning back to the pot in the kitchen, stirring it quietly. “yeah, yeah i am mac.” he smiled, moving past the couch to sit at the table, staring at desi while lightly drumming his fingers against the grain of the table.

“you’re late. where have you been?” she asked without looking at him and he raised his eyebrows, releasing a breath. “uh, you know, around.” he answered vaguely and desi laughed.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” she switched the stove off and mac sighed. “i was with boze at his house. and riles, she’s staying at bozer’s for the night.” when desi didn’t respond, mac stood up.

“look if this is about riles, then-” “can i tell you something?” desi turned to face him, her face illuminated under the flickering kitchen light and mac stopped. “yeah. yeah, sure.”

she smiled softly, setting the spoon down and stepping towards mac. “take it.” her voice was soft as she stretched her hand towards him, and seconds later mac’s large hand covered hers. without a word she led him outside her balcony, under the stars. 

they stood in silence, just the two of them in the cool night breeze, staring at the sky. thunder boomed from above as dark rain clouds moved in and desi smiled. “there’s an old vietnamese saying. there’s no rain without clouds. our future’s pretty overcast, isn’t it?”

she turned to him with a smile and somehow, mac was comforted. she understood his thoughts flashed and he knew in that instant that he had made a lifelong friend. “soup’s done. it’s going to pour soon.” minutes after they got inside, lightning flashed and the thunder boomed again.

as desi and mac drank their soup in the kitchen table, the dim light above them set the tone for the conversation that came next. “i haven’t been treating you fairly mac. we both know that.” mac cocked his head with a crooked smile.

“neither have i. i’m not in love with you desi. it’s been a while since i’ve been in love with you. it’s going to be a long time before i love anyone again. losing both oversight and gwen like that... it took a part of me. i need to find that part of me again, and it’s something i’ve got to do alone.”

“i know. finish before the soup turns cold.” she motioned towards his almost empty bowl and he smiled, quickly drinking the rest and setting it in the sink. “what does that proverb mean?” mac asked desi after a second and she grinned.

“a genius like yourself should be able to figure it out. think about it tonight mac. you know nothing’s changed between us, right?” the urge to hug her struck mac. as strong as she was, desi had never looked so vulnerable to mac before.

“i do. i love you, you know that?” mac whispered as desi crossed over to him, wrapping her arms around him. “you’re a really good friend mac.” he held her tightly, inhaling the scent of her shampoo, feeling her heart beat under his.

“i’m proud of you.” she pulled away, smiling brightly at him and mac frowned. “i didn’t do anything.” she simply smiled, trailing behind mac as he moved towards the door. “you came tonight, didn’t you? i think we both knew how tonight would end before it happened. drive safe, i’ll see you monday. i’ll send over your stuff tomorrow.” he grabbed his coat and stepped outside, walking back to his car with a goodbye.

“hey mac?” he turned briefly and she grinned. “i love you too.” with a smile, she closed the door and walked back to her balcony, the starlight twinkling in her eyes. “people say that time goes by. time says that people go by.” she whispered, letting the first drizzle of warm rain drench her body.

“time really flew between us, huh mac?” she traced patterns into the balcony railing and sighed, inhaling the damp earth smell. “goodbye mac.” she went back inside, and unknown to her, in a car a few miles away, he said “goodbye desi.” they both let go.

it looked like the skies were opening up to the fresh start of warm summer rain.

[orianess]

sentence prompt: "That's not spaghetti sauce, Jack."

Jack takes his eyes from the red spattered kitchen of Mac’s house and turns around to look at Bozer, “didn’t you say you were cooking when the alarm went off?”

“Nothing with spaghetti sauce.” Bozer whispers shakily and Jack draws his gun. He rounds the corner of the entry, checking the blind spots as he screams out for Mac to answer him.

With no sign of Mac in the house, Jack backtracks to the kitchens where he spies a body stashed in the corner and he’s only briefly relieved to see it’s not Mac. Half of the man’s face is slashed by what looks like a kitchen knife and he stoops over him, yanking the barely conscious man up till they’re face to face.

“Who the fuck are you and where is my partner?!” Jack snarls and the man spits blood at Jack’s face.

“We are Codex.”

-

Not my finest work, feel free to send me more and I’ll try to do a little better. 🥰

[allabouttherelationship]

Mac and Riley, Just Roommates

Chapter 2

Following Season 4, episode 9

Mac glared fixedly at the numbers again, scrawled in sequence in Russ’s penmanship. Not that he had required them written down. The sequence replays precisely, 44, 8, 2, 12, 11, 75, 7, 31, 51, 77, 2, 11, 38, 53, 51, 77, 2, 11. It was the final communication from Oversight, James Macgyver, his father, with the words “you’ve got that son?” tagged with intention on the end. 

To say that it had been the nastiest two weeks of his life, was well, a gross understatement. One Mac compared to the words written by James Watson and Francis Crick in 1953, proposing the double helical structure of DNA. Most famous among scientists for its coyness and underestimation and for the significance of its prediction. 

He experienced angst, Codex was real and still out there, his mom had been a DSX agent underwriting a dooms day project, he had a mysterious living aunt bent on murdering ¼ of the world’s population, his father, absent from most of his life was now permanently dead, and with the slam of a button he had chosen a husband and father to die to save a city. 

Elbows stationed on his work bench, Mac rested his hefty head in the palms of his hand. Then vehemently pushes himself back from the bench in a grunt of defeat, his metal stool clanging to the wood floor. He scowled at it, his chest expanding and contracting in patchy breaths. 

“You break it you buy it” Mac overhears alongside him.

Mac guardedly lifts his head, his stare in concentration on Riley’s face. She bestowed him a slight, but deliberate smile, just cresting at the corners of her lips. Mac knew that his hesitancy had been routed in fear, but he immediately treasured it was unnecessary with Riley. Bozer, Matty, Desi and Russ had come at him with sympathy, completely a fitting retort but regrettably not desired and hostile to the blocks of Jenga precariously towered around his emotions. Riley’s approach had mirrored Mac’s instinctive response. From the moment in the war room, in which Mac verbally acknowledging his father was dead  but had believed Mac to be the only one to stop Codex, Riley was steady with “so what are we doing now?” It should not have staggered him, Riley seemed a tuned to what he needed at any given moment, even when he himself was cluelessness. 

Riley sauntered in front of him, bending down to recover the lifeless stool. While doing so, she gives Mac clear vision of her well-proportioned backside. Mac experiences a piercing intake of breath, permitting his eyes to remain a fixed. He had unequivocally not forgotten their exchange that morning, just a few weeks ago, following the evening Riley had moved into his place. At least this reaction to a spectacular view, supported Mac in concluding that despite the trauma of the last weeks that he wasn’t completely dead inside. Overall, he had had zero time to scrutinize what had transpired previous between them.

Riley travels to the other side of the work bench. “Still working out what your dad was trying to communicate?” she questions. Mac nods in affirmation, his brows knit once again into a downward “v” and he repositions his worn-out body on the, now, upright stool opposite her. Mac then spits out the exact words he had used after the viewing his father’s abnormal farewell message, and while his computer famed out “so much for closure”… adding, “he just leaves me a puzzle”   

 “Hey Mac”, Riley starts gradually “I know that your dad often lacked in the father-like department.” Mac approves with a slight snort. “But he was always your dad. And as your dad he believed in you. Even in his last moment or message he trusted you to be the person to figure this out”, Riley pointed directly at the mess of numerals on the page. “You got this Mac” she whispers, the same line as she had stated previously and habitually, in his dire moments. Mac just continuous stares intently at Riley. Riley continues, “but Roomie, you have been at this for days, without sleep or food, you need a break, a distraction”. Mac immediately thinks to open his mouth to protest. Anticipating this Riley, leans gracefully across the work bench and places her index finger to his lips. “Trust me” she begs. 

Her finger was the only point of contact, but it was resting gently it was against Mac’ s lips. Riley was beyond the point of lying to herself, she had experienced agonizing day dreams about Mac’s mouth. Her point of connection registers for her the tiniest explanation of the texture which is warm and firm. Unhurriedly, she allows her finger to drop. Although very pleasing, she is criticizing her own activities given all Mac has experienced the past weeks, telling herself this maybe poor timing. 

Mac clears his voice, “What did you have in mind?”. Riley’s face lights up, as she hears a slight tease in his voice, and sees the smallest of childlike sparkle in his eyes.

“How about heading out, grabbing a slice at the arcade, let me school you again in Ski-ball” Riley jokes. “Davis, you may have schooled me once, but I will knock that Ski-ball crown off your pretty little head” he says in a challenging voice, he pauses “but not in the mood for crowds…”

“So then we’ll stay in… a binge watch of the Fringe?”, she queries. Riley is aware it is one of Mac’s beloved Sci-fi’s. Mac’s grin is genuine. Riley accepts this as confirmation she has nailed her suggestion. She erects her cell from her back pocket, starts dialing “Ill order a greasy wheel, you grab the bubbles”.  

Hours later, they make it to season 3 episode 3, Riley pauses the show seeking explanation, “wait didn’t Milo calculate that Olivia would die in the car chase? Mac nods in agreement, and casually states “spoiler alert, she is from the alternate cosmos, and Peter is going to bang her doppelganger”.  Riley had been mid-glup of her beer, his stark comment shocked her, resulting in the beer spraying from her lips. It covered the coffee table, floor and Mac. She covered her mouth in horror, as Mac’s eye brow’s raised. Unable to contain it, a boisterous laugh rippled from her chest, Mac joined in, his laugh equally animated. 

Riley stands, “I’ll case down a towel from the kitchen”. Mac stands as well, glazing down at the splattering across his t-shirt. Mac reaches his arm behind head to grab his shirt, he whips it off in one fluid motion, as Riley arrives directly in front of him. Riley stares hungrily at the expanse of Mac’s chest, her eyes drifting downward over his chiseled abs and navel sitting just above expertly hung jeans. Mac registers his reactions, feels his chest puff and Riley’s eyes searing a path of heat down his body. He watches as Riley lifts her hand holding a t-towel and touches it to his pectoral. Then the t-towel flitters to the ground. Riley’s finger tips, graze his scar at the top of his chest, he observers her unconsciously but greedily licks her lips. 

Mac starts reciting a few digits of Pi in an attempt to control his own physical reactions. He eyes grow wide as saucers as Riley leans forward to set her mouth to expanse she had been caressing. Her lips pleasantly sting his skin. Mac’s head falls back as a groan escapes. 

They both lift their heads, eyes locked together. In a flash motion, Mac reaches his hand to tangle in Riley hair. He aggressively pulls her face towards him, smashing their lips together. His body feels like an immovable mass, rooted in this position. Mac briefly registers the science behind kissing, his internal monologue acknowledging the field of philematology, the complicated study of kissing. Lips having more nerve ending that any other part of the human body, and when pressed against one another the brain goes into overdrive releasing oxycotin, dopamine and serotoin, direct to the pleasure center of the brain. Riley fragments her lips and sweeps her tongue past Mac’s teeth. This action obliterates every scientific explanation, all Mac could do now is sense and feel. Her cashmere lips continue to shove eagerly against his, while her tongue strokes his with skill. She tastes zesty, subtle notes of tomato sauce and pepperoni. He hears her make quiet mews of pleasure which go straight to his gut, and marks his own moan resonating in his head.  He feels a lust induced haze, anticipation, and desire.

Mac tugs away, only because he necessitates oxygen, his clutch remains impenetrable on the back of her neck. 

Probing her eyes, Mac is able to squeak out, “Riley where is this going?”

Riley smirks with sugar in her grin, “I was banking on your bedroom?”

Mac scenes fissures of electricity shoot into the room. He reaches down lifting Riley under the thighs to straddle his torso, effortlessly, like she is air.  Riley buries her hands in his thick locks messaging his scalp. He walks in long deliberate strides towards his room. He sinks them both, sitting evenly on the bed, Riley still straddling his hips. Hands decisively on his upper body, Riley leads Mac back to lay on the bed, looking at him like a cat downing a canary. It is like a black hole pulling him in, until his gravity is lost under her touch. His solid hands seek out Riley’s hips, fingers skating beneath the edging of her shirt and thumbs making spellbinding circles against her silky abdomen. The blood flowing through his body feels like a jackhammer, as he registers the slow growing tension against the fly of his jeans.  Riley trails him downward, inserting her hands either side of his head, she plasters hot kisses the apex of his erratic pulse and across foundation of his square jaw. 

Mac’s cell phone sings and vibrates from jean pocket muted under Riley’s thigh. The ring tone being “She’s the boss” Mick Jagger hit from 1985, which signals Mac is the Matty. He digs in his pants for the phone, “What is it?” Mac answers, clearly in frustration. Matti’s voices rings out, “Woah Blondie, a reminder of who you are talking too. Get your ass to the Phoenix, you are wheels up in 3, got a lead from the recovered data at the explosions site. “I’ll ring Riley and the rest of the team” Matty ends. Mac, lets out a ragged breath, “no need to call Riles, I will let her know.”

Riley hikes herself off Mac’s body to a standing position at the edge of the bed. Mac perceives that, like him, her breathing remains labored. He rises himself, planting his feet directly in her personal space. Gazing with promise in his voice “Riles, this is not over…”, Riley’s 110 watt smile radiates as she responds, “I’m counting on that boy wonder!”. She swaggers form his bedroom to get ready for the op, offering him a swift wink. 

[refinedbuffoonery]

Sweater Weather Snapshots (2)

Vigil + Flickering Lights + Paranoia

*****

It was easy enough to ignore the weird noises when the others were still awake. But after everyone heads to bed and the lights go out, Bozer begins his vigil. 

Amidst the creaks of an old house and the gurgle of the dishwasher, Bozer listens for other, unfamiliar sounds. He hears faint voices—Mac’s and Riley’s—but that’s not unusual. They’re up late talking, and Bozer doesn’t blame them. After their horror movie marathon, he’s wishing he had someone to keep him company too. Or at least someone to convince him that the odd sounds are nothing more than his overactive imagination. 

The floor creaks, but no footsteps follow. 

It has to be Riley, he reasons. She walks quietly when she’s not wearing boots. 

Not that quietly, the voice in his head says. 

The hallway light flickers on, then back off. “Mac? Riley?” he calls, hoping it’s just one of them playing a prank. No response. Bozer isn’t sure when they stopped talking, but the house is silent now. The light flickers again, and a shiver skitters over Bozer’s skin with the distinct feeling he’s being watched. “Stop messing with the lights! It’s not funny, guys.” 

A different light flickers, this one in Mac’s room. Based on the shade of yellow, it’s one of the nightstand lamps. After so many years of living in this house, Bozer is well acquainted with the light patterns in each room. 

The bathroom light is next. 

If Bozer didn’t know better, he’d think something was beckoning him to follow. 

“Nope,” he mutters to himself. “Not falling for it.” It has to be a prank—just his asshole roommates trying to prove a point about him being the funny friend who dies first. When he doesn’t play along, they’ll stop, and his suspicions will be confirmed. 

...right?

The lingering doubt is just enough to keep him from sleeping. The bathroom light is still on, which Bozer desperately tries to convince himself is normal despite the fact that he can’t hear the water running. 

It’s fine. It’s fine. It’s fine. It’s fine. It’s fine. 

It’s not fine. 

Dread seeps into Bozer’s body slowly, almost like a sponge left in a puddle of water on the counter. Except this puddle was made of existential doom instead of good old H2O. 

He should investigate. No, he thinks. That’s what they want me to do. Bozer refuses to fall into their trap. 

Assuming it is a trap. 

That’s it. He’ll investigate just long enough to determine that it is indeed a trap, then go back to bed. 

By instinct, he walks as quietly as possible down the hall, toward the light, only pausing briefly at Mac’s doorway to make sure he’s not walking into something he shouldn’t. 

The room is empty. “Mac?” Bozer hisses. When there’s no response, he gets the feeling that maybe something is wrong after all. Bozer tiptoes into the bathroom, avoiding the creaky spot in the floor by the far corner of Mac’s bed. 

He’s not prepared for what he finds. 

Red. So much red. All over the shower. The sink. The floor. 

A handprint that could only be Riley’s curves around the edge of the counter, her clothes tossed carelessly over the toilet. 

Water drips from the showerhead, like whoever used it last didn’t turn it off all the way. It mixes with the blood on the floor, slowly sliding down the drain. 

It didn’t seem like a big deal before, but now the house’s silence is overwhelming. He should’ve heard something. Anything. 

But that means...

That means whoever did this is still in the house. 

Squeezing his eyes shut, Bozer shoves everything he’s feeling into a box. He can’t think about it. Not now. Not when it would leave him curled on the floor, shaking. He has to find Riley and Mac first. Or at least what’s left of them. 

There’s a tactical knife in Mac’s nightstand. Bozer doesn’t like the idea of getting in a knife fight with a potential serial killer, but it’s better than nothing. He opens the drawer slowly, not wanting to give himself away in case the killer is still in earshot. But as his fingers close around the knife’s grip, he hears a faint giggle. One that he knows all too well. 

Releasing the knife and slamming the drawer shut, Bozer whirls on his traitor of a roommate. The giggling stops immediately. His fear barely has time to melt into relief before fury washes in. How dare she make him think she was dead, especially after she almost died for real just last week. 

And then Bozer sees it. 

The trapdoor to Mac’s super secret basement Batcave is cracked open. 

Bozer storms across the room and flings it open, revealing not one, but both of his asshole roommates wearing matching Cheshire grins. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Bozer shrieks. “You sadists!” 

Riley and Mac burst out laughing, falling over themselves and each other. Bozer scowls. Wiping tears from his eyes, Mac mutters, “Your face,” before another wave of laughter overtakes him. 

“I am never making either of you coffee ever again. You hear me?” 

In the dim lighting, Bozer can just make out the new red tint to Riley’s hair. So that’s how this started, he thinks. Riley made a mess while dying her hair, and with an assist from Mac and some fake blood, they turned the bathroom into a full blown crime scene. And after their horror movie marathon, they knew Bozer would be paranoid enough to believe it. 

Assholes. 

Crouching over the trapdoor, Bozer sneers, “I’m going back to bed now. Have fun cleaning.” Riley and Mac don’t look sorry in the slightest. 

The last things they see before Bozer slams the trapdoor shut are both his middle fingers, one for each of them. 

[murdocsmacattack]

the reason im not afraid of 3x10/3x11 and the reason 3x10/3x11 needs to happen

so ,the name at the very least ,for what will ether be ep 310 or 311 has been revealed "mac+fallout+jack" and for pretty understandable and obvious reasons its left 99.9% of the fandom with a seance of foreboding especially given mac and jacks interactions resent episodes ,

however im not afraid , and, i may be giving the writers to much credit with what we've been getting and all, but last time in season 2 when i gave the writers some credit , we actually  came pretty cloes to what i was thinking , so im going out on this limb again , and i hope you'll hear me out , because were dealing with the bromance slash surrogate father relationship of jack and mac , and this area at least the writers have always gotten 99.9% right ..with ..a few hiccups here and there but you get what i mean , so what am i getting at?    

the offness were apparently ALL picking up when it comes to mac and jack..is being done on purpose.

why do i think this ? well its a bit long and briefly personal , but art imitates life and there is a point so i hope you bear with me,a little while back around 302 i did a post about the reaction of the fandome to mac leaving, coming back , and still wanting to leave again , where i basically stated the former

"i think the problem is a lot of people are looking at the situation through “mac” colored glasses so to speak like “oh macs so sweet and so strong , so clearly this isn’t him , this is childish ,his friends are going to easy on him , hes a compartmentalize mac would never do this , hes not allowed to act like this!”"

and im not saying everyone whose coming to the “macs being a dick ” conclusion is completely wrong , but i truly still stand by the believe that his actions are more of a gray area then were giving it credit for , and ill get into that and why its important in a sec but first , lets look at jack  

the thing is , after reading a lot of my fellow fans feelings and reactions and mulling over my own thoughts , i think people are seeing jack through jack colored glasses as well, see jack discovered something about himself in 301  when it comes to mac , something i just assumed everyone else saw even tho it was subtle, and its something about himself that knowing jacks character he doesn’t much care for      

in 301 it was ether riley or bozer who stated "jack didnt care where you were , as long as he knew you were happy " witch as far as there relationship has gone thus far , has been the assumed status quo between them and towards each other, but then we see jacks actions, and hear his own words when he finally comes face to face with mac after there months apart

"I was gonna hunt down and capture Walsh.Yeah, I kind of figured if I collared your old man's ex-partner, I don't know, he'd just retire.And-and then you could return to the Phoenix."

"You know, you did save my life, pal, but I could argue that I'm saving yours as well.Rescued you from a life of misery, - wasting your talents. '

" the world needs you, Mac.And you owe it to the world to work for the Phoenix."

jack goes on to tell mac his main reason along with the ones stated above was jack was doing what he always does , protecting him , but having had this short conversation and hearing his thoughts out loud AND judging from jakcs reaction to mac coming to find him at the airstrip in the next episode , jack realized somethings after having time to mull over his own words

1 that mac being happy , alone, isn't enough

like riley said ,jack knew mac was relatively happy, he had his first steady girlfriend that hasn't tried to kill him , and tho not in any war zones , was still using his gifts to help people , he was healing and happy to the point he was considering not coming back , and i honesty don't believe this was an easy choice or taken lightly on macs part, whose the type of person who wont leave a house he loves despite the fact its literally unsafe, mac had to be happy in a real kinda way to come to this decision , and jack must have known that

but jack still cant fully accept that , hed rather have mac happy AND be with him , then only the former , jack assumes mac is "living a life of misery " because jack is miserable without him , and in that dialog jack admits this to mac and himself out loud for what is probably the first time  

this revelation is so hard on jack , because knowing jack he no doubt thinks this is very wrong of him to feel , jack views riles and mac as his children , but because he hasn't had biological kids of his own for a long and continues amount of time , jack doesn’t understand that theses feeling of a parent in relation to there child are completely normal ,every parent struggles with the balancing act of wanting there child to be happy , and also wanting the child they've raised to be near them

in jakcs mind hes come to the unwanted conclusion that when it comes to mac , he can be greedy and even a little selfish , even if that isn't entirely true and even if mac himslef may not actually feel that way , its how jack is seeing himself now and its put him on edge in concerns to mac

2 jack thinks macs dads physical presence is the only problem

jack and his own father had a completely different relationship in comparison to mac and his dad , but its influencing a lot of jakcs actions , jakcs convinced if big mac is out the building mac will have no problem walking back in , but that's not the real issue ,witch brings us to mac himself and the main problem when it comes to him and his relation to the people around him ,witch is ?

mac is emotionally distancing himself..because his emotions are being disregarded .

macs life was truly torn apart last season after what his father did, hes left  feeling the crushing weight of looking at any and i mean any aspect of his life , and feeling like it doesn’t belong to him ,most likely to the point were doing anything that reminds him of those feelings may even be physically painful , no really , i want you all to imagine building something real that you thought was amazing for years and then having someone tell you “no you didnt do any of that , none of that’s real , you’d have nothing without me ”

god guys its..skin crawling ,and mac was crawling in his own to the point he felt he had to leave the continent to get away from it,of cores macs not acting like who he is , he suddenly has to question every aspect of what that is, mac was faced with a real identity crisis ,and i know for people who haven’t run this kinda race that’s a hard thing to understand , to understand having such a great support system to fall back on ,and not being able to reach out to it , but its a real thing ,and its actually a pretty accurate picture of someone not being able to see past it when there in that much pain , because that’s what this is its pain ,and quite frankly macs handling it better then i did      

i did what mac did to the people around me ,only i didnt have to leave my room to do it, but i was given that space and all the time i needed  to mentally and emotionally heal, the problem is, mac wasn't, not really , mac thought hed found a woman and a purpose, and that was it, hes good , but that's not who mental health works , and it really doesn’t help , that macs kind of the martyr of the group , thanks to his dad mac was pretty much a parentified child from the time he was 10 hes been putting everyone else’s feelings and well-being before himslef for a looong time

and because that was his default setting within the group , it became a shock when mac did something drastic for his own good that put himself first , and weather we or the characters like it or not , that distance was needed, and the slow healing that was happening was cut short, and then he comes back and jack tells him in his own words that he wants him with him to the point of putting him self in harms way , because he knows mac will turn around and put himslef last to save him ,and mac doesn't know what emotionally to do with this , because macs not used to being so wanted , but hes still not healed and being around his father is still hard so he goes to leave again , but then murdoc happens  and mac puts himslef to the back again because someone died , witch brings us to the big point of why "mac+fallout+jack" needs to happen

mac and jack still arn’t right with themselves..and there not talking about it 

mac tries , weakly , at the end of 302 , but jack cuts it down and says there fine , and mac in turn says the same , becaues both of them don't want to acknowledge that something no matter how tiny between them has fractured , but this moment where they both chose not to talk is what sets the tone going forward , jack doesn't let himslef be as close to or open with mac as he was before , and macs feelings, especially when it comes to his father , continue to be pushed aside or misinterpreted ,so mac emotionally distances himslef from everyone and everything and says nothing ,and why would he , mac put his own feeling first , for the first time ..and it was met with a very negative reaction

but they need to have this conversation , and the only thing that may very well bring that about at this point with them playing pretend ,is that mac needs to have an emotional blow up ,hes been pushing all this shit down from all sides and its really been fucking with him , its been a long time coming and there needs to be screaming and crying and yelling , and it may be painful to watch and painful to hear , they may not talk for a day or 2 , but this needs to happen , they need to lay it all out and get themselves right so they can be right together  

mac and jack have both been disillusioned with there seance of self , even if the things they now believe about themselves arnt exactly true , its made them loose the equilibrium within there relationship that has been there constant , their off ,and they need to find each other again.

[make-me-imagine]

Birthday

Request: Hi I love you Mac imagines. I wanted to request a oneshot of Mac and reader where it is readers birthday and Mac plans a special day. Romance and fluff??

Requested by: Anon

Pairing: Angus Macgyver x reader

Gender: Any/Neutral     Triggers: None

You groaned at you stretched your arms above your head, your hair messy across the pillow. You rubbed your eyes as your vision slowly became less blurred. Turning, you read the clock, 10:27am.

Realizing that Mac wasn’t in the bed next to you you wondered where he had gone. You slowly sat up, leaning against the headboard and checking your phone, immediately getting a bombardment of texts and notifications from facebook, your friends sending you a bunch of messages, all different versions of the same message.

“Happy birthday!!!”

“I hope you have a great day, love you!!! <3<3″

“Love you honey, hope your day goes great!! -Love mom!!”

You smiled lightly as you scrolled through the messages before the door swung open to reveal Mac with a platter of food.

His eyes lit up with a smile as he walked over to you “Happy Birthday”

You giggled “Wow Mac, thank you” he set the platter of food on your lap before crawling into the bed with you and kissing your cheek.

There was an array of food across the large platter, fresh fruit, fruit juice, coffee, scones, bacon and mini pancakes “How long have you been awake doing this?”

“A couple hours” he smiled

The two of you sat in bed snacking on food for about thirty minuted before Mac clapped his hand and stood suddenly “Okay, you gotta get ready”

You popped a grape into your mouth “For what?”

He leaned down and whispered “It’s a surprise” he quickly pecked your lips before walking towards the door “Wear something comfortable”

You climbed out of bed and quickly began getting dressed, wondering what Mac had planned, god you hoped it wasn’t something crazy. After about ten minutes you wandered out into the kitchen, placing the platter on the counter as you looked around for Mac. You found him standing in the middle of the living room checking his phone “I’m ready”

He turned, and looked you up and down before smiling “You look great”

You smiled at him as he walked forward and took your hand “Let’s go”

“You really aren’t gonna tell me where?”

“Nope” 

-

After a twenty minute drive you ended up at a large grassy park, parking and walking down a hill you were suddenly met with a group of people calling out your name. 

You smiled seeing Jack and Riley rushing towards you, Riley pulling you into a hug “Happy Birthday!” both her and Jack spoke in unison.

You hugged her back before hugging Jack “Thanks guys!”

You looked behind him, seeing Bozer, Thornton and a few more mutual friends You looked over at Mac “A picnic?”

He nodded “Is that okay?”

You kissed him on the cheek “It’s perfect”

Walking over to the large blanket spread across the ground you saw a bunch of summer games, kites and even a drone, and some food and drinks on the side for when you get hungry again.

It wasn’t long before you were all laughing out loud as Riley chased Bozer around the park with the drone as he yelled at her. When the drone finally died Bozer rushed towards Riley attacking her with some plastic swords you didn’t know he had brought.

You giggled as you leaned back your head, resting it against Mac’s chest as you sat between his legs, his arms wrapped around you. You felt him kiss the top of your head before resting his chin there. 

After a few hours of laughing, talking, catch and a water fight you were exhausted. You said goodbye to everyone and thanked them for the birthday they gave you.

As you and Mac walked back towards your car you slid your hand into his “Thank you for today Mac, I had so much fun”

“You’re welcome but, it’s not over yet”

“Oh no” you let out with a smile

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad, I was thinking that we could stop at your favorite place, get a bunch of food and sit at home watching movies”

“That sounds like a great idea, I’m starving”

“Great” he smiled down at you.

-

As you walked into the living room, both of your hand full of food, drinks and desserts you dumped everything onto the living room table before you went to change into something comfortable.

Walking out of the bedroom you got a nose full of all the different food scents, your stomach immediately reacting. Once you made it into the living room, you stopped when you saw Mac standing in front of a large box on the ground.

“What’s that?”

Mac silently shrugged his shoulders, not telling you anything “Why don’t you come find out”

You slowly walked forward looking between him and the box “There better not be anything alive in there”

He chuckled “Now that would have been a good idea”

You knelt down in front of the box, easily breaking the single piece of tape keeping it closed. The box lids opened on their own as a bunch of balloons floated out and to the ceiling.

You chuckled, rolling your eyes at Mac before your eyes landing on the small envelope lying on the bottom of the box, surrounded by a bunch of your favorite chocolates and candy.

Slowly picking up the envelope you glanced briefly at Mac who was smiling at you. Opening the envelope you pulled out a brochure, flipping it you saw the “Greece” written in large letter on the front.

You broke into a grin as you looked up at Mac “Greece?”

“Thornton gave us both two weeks vacation starting next week” he grinned. 

You stood quickly before jumping into Mac’s arms “I can’t believe we’re going to Greece!”

He chuckled “I’m glad you’re excited”

You pulled away, the large grin still on your face “Just promise me you wont go looking for trouble like you did when we went to New York”

He held up his hand “I promise, no missions, no fights, no explosions. Just us and the ocean” he smiled as he pulled you closer.

“Good” you pressed a kiss on his lips before wrapping your arms around his neck, smiling with joy and excitement.

Hope you liked it!! :)

[emachinescat]

Wind + Water - Tree in the Road

A MacGyver Fan-Fiction

by @emachinescat

@febuwhump day 12 / alt. 5 - hostage situation

Summary: AU of 2x21.  The bank robbers make their escape with Mac, but this time there isn’t a tree in the road to slow them down.  The rest of the team arrive at the marina just in time to see the robbers procuring a boat - and they have every intention of taking their hostage with them.

Characters: Mac, Jack, Riley, Bozer, Matty, the robbers from 2x21 (apparently their names are Booth, Pike, Dean and Ash)

Words: 4,129

Note: The Spanish is a mixture of my own adventure learning the language (I’m getting there) and a more advanced translator than Google.  Hopefully there aren’t any mistakes, if so - I apologize to any Spanish speakers.

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If you enjoy, please consider liking, commenting, or re-blogging, and you can follow me for more content like this! :)

“So, for the record, this wasn’t part of the deal,” Angus MacGyver informed his captors testily as he carefully steered the stolen Chevrolet down the narrow, debris strewn backroad toward San Juan Marina and Boat Rentals.  Even though his eyes were on the road, he kept the gun pointed at him in his peripheral vision.  He felt the eyes of the four bank robbers on him, so he continued, very aware that no appeal to logic or conscience that he made at this point would have any effect, largely because these men had depleted stores of both.  Plus, they were desperate.  “I said I’d get you out with the money if you left all the hostages behind,” he continued, then added pointedly, “All including me.”  

One of the three robbers in the backseat, Pike, leaned forward to give their hostage a hearty slap on the back, which sent waves of agony shooting through his battered body.  Mac’s sides, stomach, and back felt every kick and weighted punch, and his mouth tasted like blood.  “Guess you shoulda been more specific,” he taunted, and Mac glanced back long enough to see the amusement on the man’s face.

“Honestly,” said the leader – his followers had called him Booth – “After giving us a glimpse of what you’re capable of, you really think we’d just let you go?”  His tone made it clear that it wouldn’t have mattered if Mac had drawn out and made them sign an extensive contract expressly stating that he was to be left behind with the other hostages, nothing about his predicament would have changed.  He’d gotten them out of a seemingly impossible situation, he’d made himself a valuable asset, and if there was one thing Mac understood about desperate people, it was that once they had something they saw as an advantage, they would never let it go.

The realization left a distinctly sour feeling in Mac’s stomach. He’d been seen and used as a tool before – in the army, he was a bomb defuser; for Phoenix, he was a kind of real-life troubleshooter.  But even in the army, he’d still been a person whose life mattered.  And now, he knew he was valued for so much more than just his skill set by his friends.  

Here, though, with these four men who looked at him with a kind of contemptuous greed in their eyes, he was nothing but a tool, something to be used to their advantage, over and over, until his usefulness had run out, and then he would be discarded like a broken drill bit.  To Booth, Pike, and the others, Mac was less than human, and it made him feel dirty and used and caused his chest to tighten anxiously despite his cool demeanor.  He knew he had to find a way to get away, and soon.  Otherwise, one of two equally unfortunate things was going to happen to him: Either he would be used to bargain their way off the island and then, as soon as they were safely away, he’d be shot and tossed overboard, or they would decide to keep and use him, and his life would become a living hell.  Neither option was a possibility that Mac was willing to entertain, so he would keep his eyes out for the first chance of escape.  

Noting once again the scattering of wreckage in and lining the road, Mac found himself hoping for a large piece of debris – perhaps a fallen tree or power line – would end up in their path.  If they ended up having to get out of the car for any reason, that might give him the chance to plan an escape.  Until then, with the five of them in such close quarters, with all but Mac armed, it was too risky to try anything.  He’d wait for his opportunity, and then make his move.

***

Mac’s opportunity for escape never came, and as he reluctantly directed the vehicle into the marina, the knot it his stomach had imploded into a cavernous pit.  Real tendrils of fear radiated through him, and a furious sense of injustice made his knuckles white and his fingers cramp from the grip he maintained on the steering wheel.  Normally when he was out in the field and in a risky situation, he’d end up finding what he needed to make an escape or at the very least to put a significant hitch in the bad guy’s plan.  It was something he’d come to take for granted, he realized, this bit of luck, that he always had something to work with.  This time, he hadn’t been asking for much – just a piece of debris, a block in the road, on an island ravaged by a natural disaster!  Something should have stood in their way.  The statistical probability of the road being blocked at some point in the twenty-minute drive – especially considering the situation in Puerto Rico – was incredibly high.  He’d counted on that blockage.

And while there had been a couple of branches scattered in their path, none were large enough to hold them up for long at all, and at no point had Mac been allowed out of the car.  In the back of his mind, he remembered what Matty had said to him when she had first taken over.  She didn’t want to be there when Mac’s luck ran out.  He’d been quick to assure her that it wasn’t luck, that he was good at what he did, but now he had his doubts.  If he wasn’t given anything to work with at all, how was he supposed to do what he was so good at?

Still, Angus MacGyver had never been one to give up, and he continued to keep his eyes peeled for anything at all he might be able to use to his advantage.  Even if he couldn’t escape here and now, he would find a way to survive and get back to his friends.  He always did.  

“Stop here.”

Mac did as he was told, putting the car in park and waiting for further instructions.  The gun was still trained on him, and he knew that none of his other captors would hesitate to put a bullet in him from behind if he made one move they didn’t like.  “Dean, grab the kid,” Booth snapped, and the youngest of the robbers, the one who had been gearing up to kill all of the hostages and who couldn’t be any older than Mac himself, got out of the car, went around to Mac’s door, pulled the hostage out of the seat and shoved him forward.  Mac forced himself not to fight back, because Dean’s gun was now pressed into the small of his back, and his voice was deadly as he ordered, “Move.”

The marina was fairly deserted, which would have been odd any other time, but it was midday and most people were either already out on the water or further inland, helping with cleanup and rebuilding.  The only person in sight was the young woman working boat rentals.  She had an open, kind face with eyes that had seen their fair share of suffering – it was a look Mac had seen in Carlos’s more vulnerable moments, and in the eyes of everyone he’d met while on the island.

“Hola,” she greeted, a bit flustered at the new arrivals.  “¿Te puedo ayudar?”  Mac thought that she probably didn’t see a lot of business nowadays.  Tourists were the ones who rented boats more often than not – the locals usually had their own – and tourism had plummeted since the hurricane.  Mac noticed that the bank robbers had hidden their weapons, other than the one at Mac’s back, and to the girl it must have looked like Mac and Dean were just walking close together, side by side.  Maybe she thought they were a couple.  Mac made sure his face was neutral, not wanting to give anything away and put this poor girl in danger.  If only the marina had been deserted, with no one else in the crosshairs!  

“Do I look like I speak Spanish?” Booth snapped impatiently.  

The girl blinked, eyes wide, taken aback by the rudeness.  “I – I’m sorry,” she stammered in heavily accented English.  Mac’s heart went out to her even as he felt his revulsion for his captors grow.  It literally would have expended the same amount of energy to treat the girl with an ounce of respect.  These men were assholes just because they could be. 

“We need a boat,” Booth ordered briskly.  “Now.”

“Bien – ah, okay.”  She looked scared that her accidental slip was going to get her yelled at again.  “Our skippers are not on site at the moment, and most of our boats are being repaired.  We do have one –”

“We’ll take it,” Booth growled, and the girl flinched back at the harshness of his tone.  Tears forming in her eyes, she glanced around briefly at the other men in the party, her eyes landing on Mac last.  He offered her a sympathetic half-smile, knowing that the girl – Mia, her name tag said – was probably having her worst day on the job yet.  At least she didn’t know the true colors of the difficult customers she was dealing with.  

As if worried Mac was trying to tip Mia off, Dean tightened his grip on Mac’s arm and rammed the barrel of the gun painfully into his back.  Mac didn’t react other than to break eye contact with their hostess, who abruptly got back to her task.  “Do you have a boating license that I can see?”  Her dark eyes plainly showed she was afraid of the answer – afraid of what would happen if they did not have the proper documentation and she had to tell them no.

“I don’t have a damn license,” Booth answered, impatience rising with his voice.  

“Lo siento – I’m sorry, you can’t rent a boat without a skipper if you don’t have a license.”  At the fury on her tormentors’ faces, her eyes darted desperately to Mac, as if she had sensed he wasn’t like the others and would step out and ask his friends to give it a rest.  Not wanting to risk her life, Mac felt guilt rise in him as he pointedly avoided her gaze.  Her voice thick with emotion, she regrouped and offered, “But I can call and have someone here within the hour to take you out.”

Booth lost his temper completely.  Slamming his fist down on the counter, he leaned over the cowering girl and hissed in a deadly tone that brooked no argument, “You will get us a boat now.”  Mia stood frozen in shock, and Booth glanced back over his shoulder at his three men and their hostage.  Collectively, they came to a silent agreement – obviously, the subtle approach wasn’t working, and they were running out of time.  With deft movement, so seamless it could have been rehearsed, Dean let go of Mac’s arm and shoved him into Booth, who twisted his greedy, filthy hand in Mac’s hair for the second time that day.  Mac grunted in pain as his head was yanked back and stilled his instinctive struggling as the sun-warmed barrel of Booth’s gun found the left carotid artery in Mac’s neck.  “If you don’t,” Booth added grimly, “I’m going to kill him right before your eyes.”  

Mia’s eyes darted to Mac’s once more and he saw the barely controlled terror just beneath the surface.  She hesitated, and the gun jabbed deeper into Mac’s neck as the safety clicked off, and Mac fought the urge to squeeze his eyes shut as his heart jumped into overdrive.  “You’ll be scrubbing his blood off this dock for the next year,” Booth promised, “and you’ll never get it off your pretty little hands.”

Mac thought for a terrifying moment that Mia was going to pass out or break down, as she swayed slightly on the spot, but then she steeled herself, an inner strength that Mac was proud to see flowing into her.  She straightened her spine, offered a small, scared smile that was probably meant to be reassuring at Mac, and nodded curtly.  “Okay,” she said in a thin voice, and it barely shook, though her hand did as she reached for a set of keys hanging on the wall behind her.  “Just… don’t hurt him, please.”

As she slowly moved away from the wooden counter and motioned for the men to follow her along the dock to their new vessel, Booth yanked Mac’s head back fiercely and whispered, “I knew you would come in handy in some way,” and then shoved Mac forward, finally releasing his hair – Mac’s scalp ached and his neck had already developed a painful stiffness from being twisted back in such an uncomfortable position. The gun moved to the back of Mac’s head.  The safety remained off.

Everything moved far too quickly after that.  It seemed that no time had passed until Mac was being forced onto the deck of a small craft barely big enough for the five of them.  Mac graciously offered to stay behind, and received a crack to the back of the head with the pistol butt in response.  At some point, one of the robbers – Ash, Mac thought his name was – had stepped in and tied Mac’s hands behind his back with sturdy nautical rope.  Mac hadn’t had a single opportunity to attempt escape throughout the whole process, as not only was Booth’s gun still at the base of his neck, but Pike’s own weapon was on the helpless Mia who stood on the dock, tears streaming down her face as she watched the men prepare to leave with their hostage.  Mac knew that if he even thought about doing something stupid, she would be killed without a second thought.

And then many things happened at once – a battered orange car swerved into the parking lot, the sound of screaming sirens not far behind.  Mac couldn’t help but grin when he saw who jumped out: his team, Riley, Bozer, and Jack – who had death in his eyes.  Mac had seen that look many times before.  Someone had threatened his partner.  Mac didn’t envy Booth and his goons once Jack Wyatt Dalton got his hands on them.

Jack already had his own gun drawn as he raced onto the dock.  His boots thunked hollowly against the boards as he sprinted for the boat, keen sights already on the bastard who had his paws on his kid.

But Booth had all the power here, with Mac in his clutches, and he knew it. And with the innocent civilian being held at gunpoint, he’d doubly covered his ass.  Mac’s hope at seeing his team faltered when he realized that Jack’s being here really didn’t change a thing.  It would just make this so much worse, because Jack would be forced to watch as Mac was taken, and when he could finally chase after them, it would probably be too late.  As if to solidify this knowledge, Mac felt Booth’s hand twine in his hair, again – what was it with this guy and Mac’s hair, anyway? – and the gun was back beneath his jaw, Mac could feel the artery rapidly pulsing against the unyielding metal.

“You make one more step, and Boy Wonder here dies,” Booth shouted right in Mac’s ear.  Mac locked eyes with Jack, who stuttered obediently to a stop, Riley and Bozer following suit.  Even now, Mac knew that his partner was desperately searching for any opening, any shot he could take to save his friend.

“I’d put that gun down, if I were you,” Ash called out.

Jack glared at him, unrelenting.  “Who invited Papa Smurf to the party?” he joked, but Mac clearly saw the anxiety in every line on his face.  

A shot rang out.  Mia screamed.  A smoking hole had appeared inches from her feet: The bullet had buried itself into the planks.  “He said,” Booth repeated, “put down your gun.”  He punctuated his words with a brutal yank of Mac’s hair.  “Next time, I put a bullet in your friend. No more warnings.”

Loathing poured off of Jack in waves, but he did as he was told and lowered the weapon, though he didn’t put it down.  The sirens drew nearer, and Mac knew his captors were going to have to make their move before the police arrived, or things would get even messier.  “Ash, start the damn boat,” Booth ordered.  

The man did as he was told, inserting the key, and the engine spluttered, coughed, and fell silent.  He tried again.  Nothing.

“What the hell, man?” Dean barked, an edge of panic creeping into his voice.  

“I’m trying!” Ash shot back, making another attempt to start the motor.  

For a split second, Mac felt Booth twist behind him, trying to get a look at what was going on, and in that moment, Pike was distracted as well.  Just one look away from their hostages was all that Mac and Jack needed – maybe the universe was looking out for them, after all.  While Booth was distracted, both his grip on Mac and on the gun momentarily slackened, and Mac inched over and made himself as small as possible to give Jack a better shot at the man behind him.  The gun was far too close to his face for Mac to lash out himself; now was a time to stand aside and let Jack do what he did best.

In the span of five seconds, Jack brought his gun back up and shot both Pike and Booth in quick succession.  He hit Pike first in the gun hand, and the man toppled over the side of the boat, howling in agony.  Booth’s bullet too had been perfectly timed and aimed – it hit him in the side of the head as he turned back around to deal with his hostage.  He dropped, the gun clattering from his hand, dead before he hit the ground.  It had been a tight shot, and quite the gamble considering the gun that had still been at Mac’s throat, but Jack had timed it perfectly, and Mac never doubted him once. 

***

The next half hour was a blur of police sirens – “‘Bout time you got here,” Jack griped testily – painful but welcome hugs from his friends, and a collective promise of painkillers, a four-way lecture, a hasty debrief, and much-needed rest, in that exact order, on their flight to their next op.  

Jack had been livid, insisting that Mac needed more than on-the-go treatment, but Matty was firm – this op couldn’t wait.  Her fierce eyes did soften when she got a good look at the state that her agent was in, though, and assured him that he was getting a thorough check by medical the second they got home.  Until then, she ordered, with no room for argument, he was to rest and recuperate, and so help her God, if he purposefully threw himself into this kind of mess again.... She didn’t actually finish her threat, which made it all the scarier, and Mac had promised to be good on the next mission.  (Nobody really believed him, though.)

Secretly, though, he was glad that he would get a chance to rest on the flight, because every single bruise, cut, ache, and pain called out, vying for his attention.  A cursory check by Jack and a frazzled EMT revealed that though no ribs were broken, he had severe bruising along his back, sides, and torso.  Booth had chipped a tooth when he’d kicked Mac in the mouth, and Mac did not look forward to spending some quality time with the dentist when he got home.  And there was a nasty, bloody welt on the back of his head from where he’d been pistol-whipped.  

Added to that, his entire body, from his scalp to the tips of his toes ached with a bone-deep weariness that came from the physical abuse and stress of his time as a hostage.  As Jack had reminded him on more than one occasion when Mac had tried to brush similar experiences off, just because it wasn’t his first rodeo, it didn’t make it any less traumatic for his mind or his body – he was still human, after all.  Now, Mac found himself reluctantly agreeing – emotionally, mentally, and physically, he felt in that moment every single thing that had been done to him from the second he’d snuck into that bank.

As usual, though, Mac filed away everything he was feeling to deal with – or even more appealingly, to not deal with – later.  

While Matty finalized the details of their flight, Mac tied up a few loose ends of his own.  First, he called Carlos and spoke to him for a few moments, reassuring his friend that he was really okay and getting the same reassurances in return.  Mac wanted to see Carlos and his family one more time before they took off, but Carlos was just now being released from the hospital, and the Phoenix team was on a very tight schedule.  He did promise to come back and visit soon, and was able to reveal the exciting news that Matty was sending another team in their place, to continue to help with rebuilding.

Next, Mac made his way over to Mia, who was sitting on the edge of an ambulance, her sandaled feet dangling off the side and a bottle of water cradled in her hands.  “Hola,” Mac greeted, and she offered him a small smile.  Mac realized that she was even younger than he’d thought – she couldn’t be more than eighteen or nineteen years old.  “I’m, uh, really sorry about everything,” he stammered, feeling that his words were thoroughly inadequate.

“You have nothing to apologize for!” she exclaimed, dark eyebrows furrowing over kind hazel eyes.  

Mac didn’t agree – as always, that incessant feeling that he could have done more reared its ugly head – but he changed the subject anyway, because Riley and Bozer were approaching, and he knew his time was running short.  “Quiero darte las gracias.” It was important to him that he thanked her in her own language, after the way Booth had treated it.  She deserved better.

She tilted her head, dark brown ponytail swinging with the motion, but a soft smile touched her lips at his fluent but accented Spanish.  “¿Para qué?”

Unable to call the exact words to mind in Spanish, courtesy, he knew, of the light concussion he almost certainly had, he switched back to English apologetically, but Mia didn’t seem to mind at all.  “That was a risky play,” he admitted, “giving them the keys to a boat that didn’t work.  But it was brilliant – and it bought my friend enough time to take control of the situation.  Great job thinking ahead.  You saved my life.”

A brilliant blush colored her cheeks at Mac’s praise.

***

Twenty minutes and a couple of painkillers later, Mac found himself curled up in his seat on the Phoenix jet waiting for the inevitable lecture to start.  He know it had been a stupid and dangerous risk, sneaking into the bank and making himself a hostage.  But he knew that his actions had saved lives, and he would make the same choice if anything like it happened again. 

Jack dropped down into the seat beside him.  “You look like hell, brother,” he observed.  Jack Dalton didn’t sugar coat anything.

“Yeah, well,” Mac admitted, too tired to put up his normal unaffected front.  “Feel like it too.”

The lines around Jack’s eyes deepened.  “The kids are already settling in for the flight,” he said.  “Get some sleep?”

“I thought you guys had a lecture all primed and ready,” Mac muttered, already feeling his eyelids dragging themselves down.  He was exhausted, from everything he’d been through, the pain, and the drugs.  

“Aaah,” Jack waved his hand dismissively.  “What’s the point of lecturin’ you if you’re too strung out to actually hear what we’re trying to drill into that big brain of yours?”

Mac quirked a half-smile.  “Or you could just skip the lecture all together.  You know that you would’ve done the exact same thing in my shoes.”

Jack shrugged.  “Maybe, but tryin’ to get you to look after yourself has become a kind of bonding thing for the rest of us.  And it’s fun seeing you squirm.”

Mac groaned.  “You know I never listen.”

A long-suffering sigh.  “And that’s why my hair’s going gray, hoss.”

Letting his eyes fall shut, Mac couldn’t help but squeeze in one last, murmured jab.  “No, it’s definitely an age thing.”

Mac didn’t hear Jack’s indigent retort, or the quiet cackling of Riley and Bozer from the seats behind.  

He was already asleep.

[katiecomma]

Day 7 - (sorry still catching up) - Team as Family

This is a Team as Family moment I would LOVE to see... it doesn’t fit in with canon at all... sorry... but I couldn’t figure out how to twist it to fit and still be what I wanted it to be... so here it is anyway:

Everyone stops talking the moment Riley sets foot on Mac’s deck. Something is up.

The fire is lit, the cool SoCal night is clear, and there is a tub full of ice, and bottles of beer next to the fire pit.

“Hey guys,” Riley says warily as she slows her approach.

Jack is the only one who will look her in the eye, and he’s definitely upset about something. Mac, Bozer and Matty all look toward the fire, trying to play it cool.

“So, what’s up?” She asks, grabbing a beer and taking a seat directly across from Jack, as far away from him as she can get. If something’s got Jack riled up then she doesn’t want an earful from a foot away. Distance is best when Jack is mad.

“What’s up?” Jack echoes, the anger clear in his voice. “What’s up? Why don’t you tell us Riley? What’s up with you?” Uh oh. Using her full name instead of a nickname. This is really bad.

Intervention is in the air, but she isn’t sure what they could possibly have to confront her about. Riley chances a look at Mac, who feigns scratching his neck so he can look toward Jack instead.

Matty meets her eyes and speaks up instead. “Riley, we’ve come across some information and we’re hoping you can clarify a few things for us.”

“Ok, why is Matty using her Director Webber voice?” Riley asks. “What’s going on guys?” She tries to look at Bozer this time, but his eyes widen and he stares into the fire.

“Oh I don’t know,” Jack says, “why don’t you go ask Billy Colton? Maybe Billy can tell you what’s goin’ on?”

Uh oh. This is not the way she wanted them to find out.

“Wait, how did you guys-”

Matty sighs. “Word came down the grapevine that you were offered a job with the Coltons,” she says. “So I started running surveillance on them to make sure that, if you decided that’s what you wanted, you would have all the information. But-”

“But I was runnin’ surveillance on Billy when he flew into town yesterday and guess where he ended up?” Jack asks. Before Riley can open her mouth Jack climbs out of the fire pit and walks to the edge of the deck.

“We’re just hoping you can clarify what’s going on,” Matty says, trying to be diplomatic. “Have you taken the job?”

Riley sighs, setting her bottle down. “Me and Billy have been seeing each other since our plane just about went down,” she says. “I didn’t… we weren’t sure…” That’s where she stops because she’s still not sure. She doesn’t want to take the job, leave the Phoenix, but her and Billy are so great together. And long distance just isn’t cutting it.

Matty nods, and hands Riley a thick file. “There’s all the info we’ve gathered on the Coltons,” she says. “They’re clean. Good people. If you decide that’s what you want…” Matty falters, a choking sound coming from her throat, her eyes a little watery. “You just let me know and we’ll make it a smooth transition.”

Riley smiles and nods a thank you to Matty as she takes the file and sets it beside her. Having deposited her intel, Matty pats Riley briefly on the shoulder and makes her way out of the house.

Mac and Bozer are looking at her, both seemingly unsure what to say.

“You know, he seems like a great guy,” Bozer starts to babble, “I mean, he’s got that whole handsome yet scary vibe from the one time I met him. And he looks good in a hat. And bounty hunting? Man that sounds interestin’.”

Mac shoots Bozer a look.

“And I just remembered,” Bozer says nervously, “I got somethin’ to finish up in the house.”

Riley just looks into the fire and thinks about how much this is not what she wanted: An intervention about her secret boyfriend, if that’s what she even wants to call him.

Mac sits with her in companionable silence, scooting a little closer to lean in and speak to her quietly in confidence while Jack is standing at the railing only a few feet away.

“He’s a really cool guy,” Mac says, “pretty impressive resume. And working with the Coltons is a great opportunity. I would really think hard about working with your boyfriend’s mom though. She’s a handful.” Mac smiles, and jostles her shoulder with his own.

Riley laughs. He’s not wrong. Working with Mama Colton is definitely one of Riley’s larger concerns.

Mac’s face grows serious and his eyes flick to Jack and back to Riley. His voice gets even softer. “He was pretty upset about the whole thing. Go easy on him, ok?”

“Ya’ll know I’m standin’ right here?” Jack says without turning around. “I can hear every damn word you’re sayin’. I’m not deaf.”

Mac raises his voice back to normal volume and he stands up. “Well, I’ve gotta go…” the desperation on his face is palpable as he struggles for something. “…rewire the coax output… on my…” Finally he gives up. “I’ll be inside.” Mac retreats quickly, hopping down the steps into the house.

Riley sighs heavily, gathering herself for a conversation that is just plain going to suck. She stands up and walks to the railing. The city is stretched out in front of them. Lit up all sorts of beautiful colours. It’s the perfect place to have a serious, possibly life changing, conversation. Riley suddenly wonders how many conversations like that people have had at this particular railing.

“You could’a told me,” Jack says, his voice full of hurt.

Riley chances a look at his face, expecting anger, but it’s all sadness instead. His face scrunches up like he might cry, but Jack Dalton doesn’t cry. Except his deep brown eyes are glassy, and she wonders if he cries more than she knows and just doesn’t let her see it. She puts a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry Jack,” she says earnestly.

“I’m so sick of the secret business Ri,” he says. “We gotta lie to everyone out in the real world about who we are, and then even when we get home we’re all keepin’ secrets from each other. Just can’t get away from it.”

“Becomes habit I guess,” she replies.

“I don’t want it to be like that between you and me,” Jack says.

“No more secrets,” she says, not really committing or believing it. There will always be secrets. Maybe the world would be a better place if it wasn’t that way, but it’s human nature.

Jack scolds her with a look. “We’ve said that before,” he says, “never seems to take.”

Riley doesn’t have a response for that, and Jack looks disappointed. She hates that look. The look she strived to avoid when she was younger. She always wanted to see pride in his face instead.

“Come here,” she says, pulling him into a hug.

Jack laughs a little into her shoulder and she thinks she might feel a tear falling there too. She holds him tight, squeezing her eyes closed. It’s the same hug, the same warm arms, from when she was a kid. And she takes the same comfort from it.

“Come on then,” Jack says, breaking the hug, “tell me all about this job offer.”

“Not about Billy?” She asks, as they make their way back toward the fire pit.

“You know, I think me and Billy are gonna have enough to talk about without you providin’ me any extra details,” Jack huffs.

They sit down next to the fire and Riley gives the play by play on her offer from Coltons. It doesn’t escape her notice that Mac leans in the doorway and listens, a happy smile on his face, but they’re family so she doesn’t mind.

[superwholock-marvel-images]

Flannels and Duct tape 3

“Why don’t you like Halloween?” Mac asks as Bozer comes in with a big box of Halloween spiders, only to have Riley scare him with a fake skeleton.

“It just isn’t my favorite holiday.” You answer helping Bozer to his feet.

“How’d I get roped into this?” Jack asks. “I have blood on my third favorite Metallica shirt.”

“I would’ve volunteered to do the blood thing, Jack if the AC-DC shirt I’m wearing didn’t belong to my brother.” You comment. Cas had recently brought you some clothes from the bunker and he accidentally got your shirts mixed up with Sam’s and Dean’s.

Everyone starts talking about their favorite Halloween memory, Jack says that his happens to be when he stole a body from a morgue. Bozer tells Jack that he shouldn’t tell that story again.

“Hey, there is nothing wrong with going into a morgue on Halloween.” You comment. “I’ve done it multiple times, haven’t stolen a body though.” You choose not to mention the dead man’s blood, the less your coworkers know about your past the safer they’ll be.

A feminine blood-curdling scream is heard, making everybody jumps. The scream just happens to be Mac’s notification sound.

“Sorry guys, trying to get into the Halloween spirit.” Mac apologizes. “Don’t worry, it got me too.” It’s Matty, which means everyone needs to go.

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Jack goes on this tangent about the Bermuda Triangle. “The only thing proven about the Triangle is that’s where the Queen Anne’s Revenge sunk.” You comment. Everyone throws you a look. “Also known as Blackbeard’s ship.” Your teammates simply nod in response.

Now your dad had a few conspiracies about the Bermuda Triangle in his journal, but you don’t have said book on you at the moment- you then mentally slap yourself, you’re no longer a hunter. Which also means you don’t have to research things for hunts anymore.

“This isn’t a job for us Matty.” Jack complains. “This is a job for the Ghostbusters.”

“Go. Now!” Matty orders, Jack hesitantly leaves. Your phone goes off and you check it, Crowley. It appears that your brothers have pissed off the king of hell and now he wants to get even with them… by using you as bait. You slide your phone back into your pocket. You’ll deal with him later. Right now you have to help your team find the Vice President’s son and his team that went missing.

On the way to the triangle, Mac and Jack spend the whole flight trying to figure out yours and Cage’s fears, and the two of you don’t spill anything about yourselves.

“Guess all you want guys, but I highly doubt that the two of you will even get it correct.” You state.

“Doesn’t hurt to try.” Jack states. A few hours later you, Mac and Cage go investigate the cockpit of the crashed plane. There isn’t much there. The only thing that is a clue is that the prisoner got free. Mac smells jet fuel and tells you and Cage to stay put. The two of you don’t listen so when Mac accidentally sets the plane on fire he tells you and Cage to run.

Once out of the plane Mac covers the three of you with a steel door. Jack, Riley, and Bozer come running. “Don’t be dead. Please god, don’t be dead.” Jack comments as he moves the door off of the three of you. He looks relieved to see the three of you are alive, Jack then asks if Mac believes him now about the Bermuda Triangle.

You go with Mac, Cage and Jack to the abandoned navy base.

Jack starts going on about splitting up and horror movies. “The only reason why people die in horror films is because they are stupid.” You point out. “When you know what you’re doing, you’re less likely to die.”

“Jack’s right Y/N, we’re not splitting up.” Mac states.

Jack touches something and he acts like he is freaking out. You’re half tempted to grab your salt canister and throw it at Jack- he might not know what to do with it. “Jack if you keep complaining about ghosts, you’re going to end up in the middle of a ring of salt, that you can’t move from” You snap.

“What would salt do?” Cage asks.

“Its a repellent for the supernatural. They can’t touch it.”

“How many horror movies did you watch growing up?”

“None… technically I grew up in a horror story.”

“What?” Your three coworkers ask.

“Almost all of the Halloween monsters are real.” Jack looks scared out of his mind, and he should be. Dealing with the Supernatural is some scary stuff. 

You end up going with Mac to find the vice president’s son, and Mac is making an antenna. “Need any duct tape, Mac?” You ask.

“The world’s best sticky stuff, I love duct tape but I don’t need it right now. Thanks though Y/N.” Mac replies. He then pauses. “Were you actually telling the truth about Halloween monsters or were you just trying to scare Jack?” You glance back at Cage and Jack. They’re currently preoccupied. You still lower your voice though, so no one can overhear yours and Mac’s conversation.

“Promise to keep a secret?” Mac nods in response. You hate lying to people, but when it’s for their safety you’ll lie to them. “I just wanted to see how Jack would react.”

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Jack grabs your arm, right when he steps on a trap- causing the both of you to fall through the floor. Mac and Cage yell for you and Jack. You accidentally land on Jack, saving you from breaking any bones. That doesn’t mean Jack doesn’t have any though.

“Sorry Jack.” You state getting off of him.

“It’s all good kid. You okay?” Jack asks as you help him to his feet.

“Trust me, falling a 1000 feet or so and having a semi-soft landing is not the worst that has happened to me.” You answer. “I didn’t break any bones when I fell on top of you did I?”

“You might’ve bruised some of my ribs but I’ll be okay.” Jack shines his crappy flashlight towards you, and he sees the goosebumps that line your arms- he then feels the chill for himself. Mac says he’ll be back he has to get some supplies from the radio room. Jack sighs once Mac leaves. You slide your bag off and unzip it. You then pull out a flannel and put it on. You zip back up your bag and put it back on your shoulders.

“Now all we have to do is wait for Mac to get back.” You comment pulling out your own flashlight when Jack’s flashlight goes out again. You notice that it is a little dimmer then it should be. “And I’m guessing that this thing is going to need new batteries soon.”

“How are you not freaking out?” Jack questions. You flash him a smile.

“For me, this bullshit is an everyday occurrence. Besides the dark doesn’t bother me.” You then start looking around.

“Whoa there Flannels. There’s no way in hell you’re wandering off.”

“Like there’s a way out.” You sarcastically retort. You then look up at Cage. “Mac back yet?”

“No, not yet.” Cage answers.

“Damn.” Cage says something about ghosts not existing. You chuckle, shaking your head, returning your gaze to the room. Jack is nowhere to be seen. You sigh and sit down against the wall.

“Cage? Jack? Y/N?” You hear Mac exclaim.

“Down here Mac! I’m the only one who hasn’t wandered off.” You then tell him that you got an idea on how to escape the hole.

“Then do it, we have a half metal CIA traitor on the loose.”

“Okay, see you in a few.” One of the nicer angels teleports you upstairs where Mac is. The blond engineer looks a little surprised but doesn’t bother to ask. Instead, he tells you his idea, and how there would be no more splitting up for this mission.

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You and Mac run into Jack. You laugh a little when both men yell in surprise.

“You okay, Flannels?” Jack asks you.

“What part of we’re not going to split up did you forget?” You answer. “Also why do you keep calling me flannels… that is the second time I have heard you say that today.”

"Because you’re always wearing one.” You blush and start fidgeting with the cuffs of your sleeves. When you find Cage she’s stuck in a hypobaric chamber. Mac tells Jack to capture an ex-CIA person, Mac then tells you that you’re going to help him figure out a way to free Cage.

Jack runs off, and Cage is starting to panic when the chamber starts to fill up with water. She reveals the fact that she almost drowned as a kid, now she’s terrified of water.

Mac builds something that breaks the glass, releasing the water. Cage takes a deep breath of oxygen clearly relieved that she isn’t going to drown anytime soon.

When reunited with Jack he’s rambling about “the spirits of the triangle” just because Mac decided to magnetize a jeep, saving him (Jack) from the ex-CIA person.  Unable to help it, you and Mac start cracking up.

"It was a giant ass magnet Jack… not witchcraft.” You comment, trying to hold back your giggles. Jack throws you a look that could rival Dean’s bitch face.

After everything is all said and done Cage thanks you and Mac for getting her out of the chamber and she asks the two of you to keep what you found out about her to yourselves. Mac offhandedly mentions that he’s afraid of heights. You eventually break- and you confide in Mac and Cage what you’re scared of. “Please don’t tell anyone…” You plead.

“Both of your secrets are safe with me.” Mac says, he pauses for a second before shaking his head as if he changed his mind.

“I’m immune to fear.” Jack boasts as you and your team leave the island. Riley’s phone screams bloody murder and Jack gets the look of “I just shit myself” on his face.

“You were saying?” You ask, playfully arching an eyebrow.

“Immune my ass.” Bozer states with a laugh.

Halloween rolls around and Cage bribes you to help with her haunted house by offering you food. You might not do Halloween but when food is involved different story.

Cage has you on door duty. You move away from the door for a minute, and walk up behind your boss. “Hey Matty.” You comment, as you take a bite of some red licorice. You boss briefly has a deer in the headlights look, but it quickly changes back to her resting bitch face.

“No costume?” She asks.

“Nah, I don’t do Halloween. I only came because I was bribed with food.” You say with a shrug. Matty only nods in response as the doorbell rings and you go back to your post by the door.

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@the-third-winchester-warrior

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@always-keep-writing-spn

@winchesters-favorite-girl

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[thickcrskiin]

Five Times Kissed - daltoniisms

send me five times kissed for a drabble about five times our muses kissed // @daltoniisms

i. (first time)     age gaps had never mattered to jan--- as long as the two parties were both consenting adults and there wasn’t anything hinky going on, all she cared about were genuine feelings. and when it came to jack, those feelings meant everything to jan. he was the sweetest man she’d ever met, and she especially loved spending time around him more than around anyone else she’d ever known in her life ( something her family might have lectured her about if they’d had the chance, but as long as she was happy around jack, she wasn’t going to let them ruin it for her ).

     her heart always seemed to beat twice as fast during moments where she found herself in quiet moments alone with him, like when it was just the two of them with his arms around her to hold her together. it all seemed to happen at once, but one moment they were just sitting with each other, and the next--- her lips were on his. briefly, and almost immediately seemed to be followed by her ducking her head down against his chest again as if she were scared of his potential reaction, but it definitely happened.

ii. (second time)     she was still pretty shy when it came to talking to the team after becoming part of the phoenix foundation, but it was a work in progress. she was learning, and as long as it meant more time spent with jack ( and mac, for that matter ), it was worth it.

though she wasn’t nearly as computer-savvy as riley, jan still knew a few things here or there- enough that got her hired, at the very least. unfinished training, however, meant she was stuck back in the building watching and waiting for the others to come home from their missions instead. some missions went better than others, but even so, seeing the newest people who’d become so important to her all banged up-- it left an anxious pit in her stomach before she made a beeline for jack while everyone else left to get cleaned up and go home. small hands reached up to gently graze over newer cuts and bruises before she leaned up to carefully kiss each one, finally settling on one single kiss to his mouth, as well. worried? oh, that didn’t even begin to cover how she had felt.

iii. (third time)     christmas at mac and bozer’s place meant eggnog, cocoa, alcohol-- and a lot of pastrami, apparently ( the latter, of which, jan had told boze she would have to pass on due to being vegetarian, though she still appreciated the offer ). christmas also meant she had new people to shop for. mac got a roll of duct tape and a box of paperclips; riley, a new necklace because jan couldn’t figure out anything in the electronics section of the store to get her; bozer, a refurbished polaroid camera she’d found; and finally for jack, she’d gotten a special edition dvd copy of ‘the sixth sense’.

giving it to him under the mistletoe hadn’t been planned, but she was more focused on his reaction to the present than her surroundings.

       “it was one of the only bruce willis movies i remembered really loving while growing up, and i wasn’t sure if you already had it, so--- surprise?” her smile was more sheepish than anything, but once her gaze drifted upward and she actually noticed the hanging plant, the smile turned more amused and bashful than anything else. with a single deep breath and no further hesitation, jan allowed herself to gently pull jack down by the front of his shirt.

         “merry christmas, jack.” were the only three words whispered before their lips met.

iv. (fourth time)     her family had long since stopped outwardly questioning her time spent around jack, even if they may have still disapproved or questioned everything internally. they never said anything to jan’s face about it all, though. not when they knew they would have an angry jack on their tails afterward. that didn’t mean her mother wasn’t still the type to try and invite him over for dinner, though. the thought gave jan a lot of anxiety, considering it would still be her father and jack under the same roof. but as long as she could squeeze one of his hands under the table to calm herself, things would be fine. probably.

--------- and she wasn’t wrong. things managed to go smoothly, her father even apologizing for his behavior in the past ( something that caught jan off-guard, for sure ). there were even laughs shared here and there, much to her relief. though she was always ready and waiting for the other shoe to drop, it never did. by the time it was time to leave, jan actually felt like she could relax, her shoulders sagging with a sigh of relief after stepping back out onto the front porch. a brief moment of silence passed before she stood up on her toes to kiss jack, leaning her forehead against his chest moments afterward. “------that went way better than i thought it would. think i need an anxiety nap now, though.”

v. (fifth time)     waking up next to jack still left jan’s head reeling in amazement. it was amazing, sure, but she could still hardly believe it was real. but it had been, and she was practically on cloud nine because of it, just leaving herself curled up in a ball with her face buried against jack’s chest with a quiet hum.

           yeah. the night before definitely happened, and it took everything inside of her to not bust out giggling over that fact.

     the only thing that seemed to be able to keep her from doing so was propping herself up on one elbow-- just enough to reach forward and place a quick kiss to jack’s nose and then his mouth before letting herself plop back down to her previous position in time to let herself whisper something.

              “hey, sleepyhead.”