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Overload - a MacGyver fanfiction

Fandom: MacGyver (2016) Characters: Angus MacGyver, Jack Dalton Prompt: this was written for day 1 of @whumptober 2024, prompt Panic Attack. Word count: 1253 Warnings: contains descriptions of panic attack, anxiety and angst.

Mac wasn’t always the loudest or most present person in the room. He enjoyed company, but could just as well be by himself. So when he took a bit of a backseat during today’s debriefing of their latest mission, that wasn’t an instant reason for concern. Most might assume him to be tired, but Jack was the one to sense something more was going on. 

They were subtle signs, more than likely missed by everyone else in the meeting room, but Jack caught them even from the other end of the table they all sat around. It was in the haunted look in Mac’s eyes, his complete detachment from everything happening around him, and the breaths that were much too shallow for Jack’s liking. 

Jack held his gaze fixed on Mac, counting down the minutes until this meeting would end. Mac sat unmoving, one hand clamped so tightly around a paperclip that Jack feared he might have to dig it out of Mac’s palm later. He was fully turned in on himself and wasn’t participating in the meeting in any way anymore. All he seemed to do was sit and try to keep some level of control over himself. "Come on, come on," Jack mumbled under his breath. No one else saw it, but Jack knew in his gut that Mac was silently spinning out of control right in front of him. 

Finally, after what felt like hours, the meeting came to an end. Where everyone immediately got to their feet to resume their work elsewhere, Mac did not even make an attempt to get up from his seat. Even worse: he did not move a muscle at all. He sat frozen, rigid, gaze fixed unblinkingly at a point somewhere near his hands resting on the table top. 

Jack hung back and waited until everyone else had left the room, before he closed the door. "Mac?" Jack sat down in the chair next to his partner and friend. Mac did not respond in any way. "Come on, hoss, talk to me. I know something is going on with you." Jack rested a hand on Mac’s forearm and immediately felt how Mac’s muscles were tensed up to their max. Jack knew then and there that this situation was infinitely worse than he had been suspecting. He had only seen Mac have a full-on panic attack twice before, and both those times had not been pleasant experiences for either of them. 

A whimpery gasp escaped Mac, as he looked wide-eyed at Jack now. "Okay, okay…" Jack wasn’t sure exactly what he should do, so he just did what felt right. He held his hand on Mac’s arm, speaking softly to instill some sort of calmness back into him.  "It’s alright, I’m here with you, you’re going to be fine." Jack repeated the words like a mantra, but they seemed to fall on deaf ears. 

Mac’s breaths shuddered now and a distinct tremble spread through his entire body. He felt like screaming, thrashing, running away, and preferably all at the same time, but he found himself unable to move or utter any words. His chest constricted painfully and made him feel like he couldn’t take a proper breath. A feeling of panic and fear so feral settled in every fiber of his being, and he had no idea how to deal with it or how to get himself out of it. 

"Buddy, please." Jack pleaded. "Let me help you. Try to tell me what I need to do." Mac gulped like a fish out of water, before he frantically shook his head. Jack huffed helplessly. All he wanted was to help, but he didn’t, for the life of him, know how to. 

Mac gasped another few times for a breath, and finally managed to get a few words out.  "J-just… be… here…" Each word was followed by a sharp, hitched intake of breath. "You mean sit here with you?" Jack wasn’t sure how that would be of help, but if that was what Mac asked of him, he would do it. Mac nodded a silent confirmation. He had to struggle to get a breath in by now, and he felt like he had lost all control over himself. It was a scary feeling, terrifying even. Jack might not be the best to deal with these kinds of situations, but he was what Mac needed right now. 

"Okay, absolutely." Jack accepted this cry for help without protest. He leaned back in his chair. No matter how long Mac needed him to, Jack would sit here with him all through it. 

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Well over 30 minutes had gone by, when Mac finally seemed to have battled himself through the worst of his panic attack. His breaths turned easier, and his posture dropped as his muscles slowly released their tension. 

Jack noticed this, too. "Are you back with me?" He asked softly. "I think so. A little." Mac ran a trembling hand through his hair. This movement was the first he made since this panic attack had started. "Do you need anything?" Jack inquired. Mac slowly licked his lips. He only now realized how dry his mouth was. "Some water, please."

Jack poured a glass of water from a canteen and handed it to Mac, before he leaned against the edge of the table to have a good look at his partner. Jack had seen Mac in all states of disheveled over the years, but somehow seeing him go through this panic attack today unsettled Jack greatly. 

"What happened?" Jack finally asked the question which had been bothering him most. "I don’t even know." Mac sighed wearily. "I guess I’m just tired. This latest mission has been stressful." It wasn’t much of an explanation, but Jack felt Mac was telling the truth. He looked genuinely confused and betrayed by his own mind and body. 

Mac took a sip of water. Jack couldn’t help but notice how Mac’s hands seemed to tremble a little worse again.  "Easy, hoss," Jack said calmly, "no need to lose control again. We’re just going to take it easy." Mac chuckled darkly. "I’m doing the best I can." "I know." Jack rested a comforting hand on Mac’s shoulder. "And I’m here to help you through it." Mac nodded gratefully and shakily took another sip of water. He was calmer now, but looked absolutely spent. Something that hadn’t eluded Jack either. 

"Come on, let me take you home," Jack suggested. "Yeah," Mac answered wearily. He slowly got up from his chair. For a short moment he swayed on his feet, which made Jack quickly reach out and steady his friend. "You good?" Jack asked with slight concern in his voice. Mac nodded. "I’m good." Jack wasn’t altogether satisfied with Mac’s well-being, but didn’t press the matter for now. 

"Jack?" There was an uncharacteristic vulnerability to Mac’s voice. "Do you have any plans this afternoon?" "No." Jack already sensed the question hanging in the air. Mac averted his gaze to the glass of water still in his hands. "Would you… would you mind staying with me?" Even though they knew each other so well, had been friends and partners for so long, Mac still found it difficult to ask for help sometimes. "Of course," Jack instantly agreed, "I’ll keep you company for as long as you need me to." "Thank you," Mac mumbled. 

Knowing that Jack would stay with him, Mac already felt himself calm down even more, and he was sure he would eventually feel better completely.

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Author's note: this fic will get posted onto my AO3 and FF.net account as well in the coming weeks.

[ash5monster01]

Hello! how are you?

I would like to ask Macgyver something, I imagine something, where maybe Mac and the reader have been captured and Mac does one of his ideas to escape and maybe the reader ends up getting hurt and he again does something to save the reader's life? I imagine him supporting her or carrying her if necessary...

Something extremely cute, thank you very much! I love your writing!!

Rescue Me

Pairing: Angus Macgyver x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, whump, mentions of blood, use of weapons, hurt reader, no use of y/n

Summary: When a mission goes wrong you and Mac find yourselves trapped. When he realizes you’re hurt he needs to come up with a plan to save you both.

word count: 1.2k

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The only light in the room is coming from a flickering bulb hung overhead. Flashing sight into the dark and dusty walls surrounding him. Mac isn’t sure what happened, eyes still blurry as he tries to come too. From what he can tell he’s tied to wherever he’s sitting. His head is pounding and his ribs are sore. Whatever had happened had done him in good. That’s when it hits him. The mission, how he had followed you into the mansion, how out of no where a stun grenade went off, and before he could fight back they had knocked him out.

That explained the headache and the more than likely bruised ribs. Yet when his eyes fully blink open he’s actively aware of the fact that he had been with you. It’s as if he’s awake in an instant, head swinging until it lands on you beside him. You’re laid in a heap, tied to a chair, hair stuck to the blood on your forehead. That’s when he sees most of your shirt is seeped through with blood too. Panic rises like bile in his throat and all he can think is how he failed to protect you.

“Hey baby, wake up” he says as calm as he can, scooting in his seat to try and get closer to you. When his foot knocks against the leg of your chair, you snap awake, scanning the room just as he did in a panic.

“Shit Mac, where are we?” you ask once your eyes land on him, arms immediately fighting the restraints. He adores how you ignore how hurt you are, instantly jumping into action to help you both.

“I don’t know, what I do know is we need to get you out of here. You’ve had to of lost so much blood” that’s when you freeze, the realization and the pain seeping in as you look down at your form. It’s then you remember watching them knock out Mac, how you had jumped to save him, and they had a knife and unforgiving nature. It’s then you hiss, the reminder of the deep wound that somehow missed your organs.

“Shit, you’re right” you seethe, squeezing your hands to ignore the pain that now sears through you. Mac’s eyes dart across your form with worry, it’s then he springs into action, eyes darting around the room for anything to set him free.

You watch as he shuffles towards a table, scooting the chair as quickly and quietly as he can. When he reaches it he sways himself forward and on his feet. It’s then the nausea hits you, a clear sign of blood loss as he uses one of the tools to set him free. Fighting to keep your eyes open he rushes over to you and unties your harnesses as well. The relief of being free isn't enough to calm you when you realize those very harnesses had been holding you upright. Your body collapses instantly, Mac catching you as you land against him.

"You're more hurt than I originally thought" he says, head swiveling around the room as he scans it again, trying to come up with any ideas that could possibly save you. When he comes up short he eases you gently back against the chair before going to the only door in the room. Much to both your surprise the knob turns when he attempts to open it.

“Listen, I’m gonna try and figure out where we are. You stay right here and I’ll be back” he tells you and you don’t have enough energy to respond as he slinks out the door in search of the safest way to escape.

It’s hard to stay awake while he’s gone. Catching your head nearly every time you nod off. You’re startled awake when you feel Mac lifting you in his arms. He’s saying something but it’s not registering as he lifts you with ease. Carrying you bridal style towards the door. You whine every time a muscle strains and the brief look you get of his face shows how much this pains him too. You reach out to comfort him but you fall short, unconsciousness taking over.

When you come to again you’re instead surrounded by the light blue walls of a hospital room. You squint under the bright overhanging lights and despite the lingering pain you feel so much better than you did the last time you were awake. You would’ve sworn it was a dream had you not woken up here. It’s relief knowing you’re safe but panic all over again when you realize you don’t know how you got out or what could’ve happened to Mac. It makes you feel shameful, like you had failed him somehow.

“Mac? Mac?!” your panicked voice arises, eyes trying to focus on your surroundings. A shuffling beside you and a hand falling in your own eases your heart only slightly.

“I’m right here baby, you’re okay” blinking your eyes you find an unharmed blonde boy by your side. Tears spring to your eyes as you reach out for him.

“Oh God what happened?” you cry and he looks at you with teary eyes to match, leaning forward to press his forehead against your own.

“We were captured, I got us out” he tells you and you don’t need to ask to know he had pulled off something only Mac was capable of.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t help you” you tell him, hands holding either side of his face, his grip locked on your wrists.

“No, no, it’s okay. We got out and you’re okay now. It wasn’t your fault” he tells you and your lip quivers but you pull him in for a kiss anyway. He’s perfectly happy to do so, kissing you to convey just how much he loved you and how sorry he was.

“Is the rest of the team okay?” you ask when he lets go and he smiles, nodding against you before scooting into the open spot beside you. You move as much as you can for him to curl up into your side.

“Everyone’s fine, they’re happy you’re alive. Said we should probably wait a bit before we get captured again” and you snort out a laugh that instantly turns into a wince from the soreness of your wounds. Mac looks you over with worry but you calm him with your touch, holding him still.

“I’m perfectly content not being a hostage for a while” you tell him and he gives a pressed smile before kissing your forehead. You hold him, happy to have made it out of something like this for the hundredth time, with him by your side.

“I say the minute you get better we take a break” Mac says and you nod against him, humming in delight as you think of a tropical island. You and Mac curled up on a sandy beach, soaking in the rays, and kissing each other dizzy. Now that was something you could get used to.

“I’ll put in a PTO request as soon as I can” this has Mac laughing against you, holding you as tight as he can without hurting you further. Glad you hadn’t been awake through what he had went through. Happy to just be here with you right now. Whether you were on an island vacation in a month or risking your lives on another mission. No matter what he was there to protect you.

“That’s my girl”

[hoss-acm]

MacGyver sits on the couch with his leg hurting from him injuring it earlier that day.

Bozer: “Are you not going to bed?”

Mac: “No I think I’m just going to stay here. I don’t think I can walk.”

Bozer: “You what? Wait it’s that bad?”

Mac: *sighs looking down at the leg* “It hurts.”

Bozer: “Okay, that’s fine. Ill go get my blanket.”

Mac: “Wait, Boze you don’t have-“

Bozer walks out of the conversation to go grab his blanket from his room before he sets him a spot on another couch to sleep with one eye on Mac all night, making sure he doesn’t need anything.

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WIP Wednesday

Have some WIP, pals!

Matty isn’t alone when she arrives in Mac’s room. Cage follows her like a stretched-out shadow, slips into the room and stands at the corner of the bed while Matty moves to the left side, where she’s not looking over Mac’s feet to see his face. “How are you doing?” she asks as an opening salvo, as if she’s just here for a social visit.

Mac grits his teeth as he shoves himself more upright, so he’s sitting under his own power and not leaning against the pillows on the tilted head of the Phoenix Med hospital bed. “I want to go home.”

“Do you?” Matty asks in a tone that implies great skepticism, and he was definitely not expecting her to fire back this quickly. He thought she’d try the sugar approach first. “Your home is still a crime scene, Mac, so you know that’s off the table.”

Mac swings his feet out of the bed. A pain like fire shoots up his right arm, splitting the buzzing numbness and he can’t keep himself from hissing. Matty’s eyes are like lasers, cataloging every move, every reaction, every microexpression that he can’t control well enough. Mac meets the challenge in her eyes. “Why? We already know who took me. We already know who took Jack. But Murdoc didn’t take him from my house, so there’s nothing we’re going to find there to help.”

Matty continues to give him a level look. “We can’t know that for sure. Would you risk losing a crucial piece of evidence that might point us in the right direction?”

Mac flinches, looking away, and his eyes land on Cage, still standing by the door, arms crossed. Cage keeps her poker face on, but he sees the way she’s watching him, like she’s looking for the cracks. As if it’s not obvious. Phoenix has run down all its best leads while Mac was stuck in medical. Jack is still missing.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: MacGyver (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Jack Dalton & Angus MacGyver (MacGyver TV 2016) Characters: Angus MacGyver (MacGyver TV 2016), Jack Dalton (MacGyver TV 2016), Original Characters, (the exfil team) Additional Tags: Buried Alive, Near Death Experiences, Claustrophobia, Angus MacGyver (MacGyver TV 2016) Whump, this tag is going to become my best friend i think, Hurt/Comfort, Restraints, Hurt Angus Macgyver (Macgyver TV 2016), Worried Jack Dalton (MacGyver TV 2016), Bad Parent James MacGyver (MacGyver TV 2016), its like. just barely alluded to. but its there and i DO need yall to know that, Whump, Blood and Injury, Panic Attacks, Dissociation, No beta we die like mne Summary:

He’s sinking back in, the mud refusing to relinquish its hold on him. A shudder runs up Mac’s spine as he drags himself out of the mud. Slowly, painfully, clawing at the earth trying to find a hold to use to free himself. Small roots and grass are ripped loose in his destructive wake of panic.

Finally, finally, Mac’s legs pull free from the mud and scrambles back from the unmarked grave.

The unmarked grave that almost became his.

[thewhumpvault]

Hey friends! I need help finding a fic. I remember reading it sometime within the last year or so. Mac accidentally overdoses on pills and Jack is the one to find him. It’s on the shorter side and written in reverse chronological order. I’m kicking myself for not adding it to my bookmarks 😭

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I saw the spiffing gif by the ever brilliant @levy-tran and they reminded me of MacDesi day 2023!!!

So therefore I've update a bunch of my Mac/Desi fics :D

Please comment, tell me what you think, these two will always have a place in my heart

For those who haven't read it, Mac wakes up in a world where he has become Murdoc, this is whump heavy so if not your bag, I suggest you skip!

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/44015146

Year of Whump Jan. Week 1

Prompt: unemployed

Summary: She found Mac laid out across the couch, sleeping like the dead. The fond streak faded as Riley noticed the number of beer bottles.

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Emotion swells in Mac’s chest and he’s tearing up before he can even sort out what it is. “Please,” he says instead. “Just go.”

Jack stares at him, his face shifting through several expressions. He crouches down, putting a hand to Mac’s sweaty forehead. “I’m gonna carry you.”

“No, Jack, please. Just let me sit here.”

“I ain’t letting you out of my sight, hoss.” Jack’s rising voice leaves little room for argument, and Mac’s next protest dies on his tongue as a fresh way of pain rolls through him. Jack leans over, trying to get one arm under Mac’s shoulders and the other under his knees when the sound of a gun cocking cuts through their argument.

“Stop moving,” a voice says. “Put your hands where I can see ‘em.”

This week’s word is…

✨ PLEASE ✨

Find the word in any WIP and share the sentence containing it. Reply, reblog, stick it in the tags, tag us in a new post, or keep it private. All fandoms, all ships, all writers welcome.

[macgyvermedical]

MacGyver Whump Secret Santa Fic Exchange

What: A MacGyver (1985 or 2016) Secret Santa Fic Exchange

When: Sign Up: 11/23/23-11/30/23; Fic Writing: 11/30/23-12/24/23; Delivery 12/25/23

Where: Submit fic as a tumblr post (can be a link to a fanfiction archive like AO3 or ff.net) and tag your giftee.

Why: Because I couldn't find one of these already and I like MacGyver Whump

How: Fill out this form to get started:

The form asks what universe(s) you are familiar with and what you like to read and write. You can get as detailed as you want.

You will receive your giftee 's URL and preferences on 11/30/23 by via a private message from @macgyvermedical

You will post your fic (or a link if posting on a fanfiction archive site) to tumblr on 12/25/23 and tag your giftee, "2023 MacGyver Whump Secret Santa" and myself (@macgyvermedical).

And that's it!

Since it will all be through tumblr, you won't even need to share a name or email address!

[letthewhumpbegin]

Overload - a MacGyver fanfiction

Title: Overload Fandom: MacGyver (2016) Genre: hurt/comfort Characters: Angus MacGyver, Jack Dalton

Summary: They were subtle signs, more than likely missed by everyone else in the meeting room, but Jack caught them even from the other end of the table they all sat around. It was in the haunted look in Mac’s eyes, his complete detachment from everything happening around him, and the breaths that were much too shallow for Jack’s liking.

Mac has a panic attack.

Word count: 1253 No. of chapters: 1 Warnings: contains descriptions of panic attack, anxiety and angst. Original post date: 1 October 2024 Completed: yes

POSTED ON: AO3: click here FF.net: click here Tumblr: click here

Any and all feedback on my writing is highly appreciated 😇🥰. You can find my full writing masterlist here.

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Mac Whump...again...

Hello again!! I’m back with more Mac whump. However, this fic doesn’t have as large of a focus on whump as my last ones have, because I got kind of carried away... There is also some very questionable science in this fic, but it is based on facts. I will admit this isn’t my best work, but I wanted to get something out today, so here it is...

Warnings:  This fic contains a gunshot and other related violence, so if this triggers you, please be safe!!

As always, if you guys have any MacGyver related prompts you would like me to fill, just send me an ask!

So, without further ado, enjoy!!

...

As Mac was running through the woods, being chased by a highly dangerous, armed, and not to mention gigantic gang member, her was wondering how things had gotten so bad, so quick.  It had started out as a simple mission, infiltrate a gang of drug dealers who had recently started meddling in more dangerous affairs, just long enough to allow Riley to download some information that they could use to take down the gang.  However, as with most missions the team went on, that was not how it ended up.  The gang had somehow gotten wind of who they really were, and that unfortunate slip had led to Mac’s current, tiring predicament.

A gunshot rang out through the trees, and Mac risked a quick glance around to each side, making sure Riley and Jack were both still okay.  Jack had turned around to return fire, and Riley, seeing Mac’s concerned glance, gave a small thumbs up.  Mac sighed in relief before focusing again on not getting shot by the increasingly aggressive gang members chasing him.  However, he wasn’t able to relax long, the team was quickly tiring, it had been a long trip and they were all running on low sleep.  The hostiles were gaining quickly.  He needed to come up with something soon, or this would not end well.

He looked around, and an idea slowly formed in his mind.  About forty yards to the left, there was an old shack that looked like an old wood shop.  Why it was there? He had no idea, but he was thankful regardless.  If he could just get over to it, he would be able to use the saw dust as an explosive, and use it to cause a distraction that should give them enough time to escape and call for backup.  But, in order to do that, he would need a distraction of his own.  He turned around once again to look at Jack, and nodded his head towards the wood shack, hoping he would get his message.

It turned out all their years working together had paid off, because Jack nodded and almost immediately turned around and started firing.

“Take that you good-for-nothing scumbags.  I’ll have you know, no one messes with an angry Jack Dalton and gets away unharmed.”

Jack’s threats seemed to work, at least for the moment.  The gang seemed distracted, enough so that they didn’t seem to notice when Mac quickly darted over to the wood shop.  As he approached, he was happy to see that his assumption was correct, and there was saw dust scattered in piles all over the ground.

Mac immediately set to work, gathering up the driest bits of dust he could find, and made a pile on an old table.  After he had collected a good amount of sawdust, he started to look for something airtight to place them in.  After about five seconds of frantic searching, Jack’s firing speed was slowing down as he was running out of ammo, Mac found what he was looking for, a roll of plastic wrap used to cover the wood when it rained.  He quickly tore off a decent sized section, and wrapped the saw dust “bomb” he had created, leaving a small hole where he placed a rolled up piece of paper, found on the table for some kind of plans or something, to act as a wick.

As he was busy trying to form his makeshift bomb, Mac was oblivious to the gang member walking up behind him, gun raised and aimed at his chest.  Right as he was about to light the paper, he heard a shout. 

“Mac, watch out!”

It was Riley, eyes wide, as she watched the scene play out from safely behind a group of trees.  She was presumably trying to call for help, before yelling at Mac. 

He quickly turned around, and saw the gun aimed at his heart.

Time seemed to slow down as he watched the man’s finger move towards the trigger, a cold smile playing across his face.  Just as his finger arrived at the trigger, he was tackled to the ground by Jack, who then promptly knocked him out with a swift right hook to the jaw, but not before a single shot was fired.

...

Mac’s mouth formed a small “o,” as the bullet tore into his body, not at the chest like it was intended, but in his right leg, right above his knee.

He fell to the ground as his leg gave out, and landed hard on the forest floor.  For a few seconds, he was blissfully numb as his brain tried to catch up with what had just happened.

He was not so lucky for long.

First, there was a throbbing pain as the blood poured out of the wound, and then came the burning.  A searing pain that felt as though his leg was on fire shot through his body, causing him to shudder.  His breaths were coming in short gasps as he tried to look down to assess the damage.

Blood was pouring out of the bullet hole, and pooling on the leaf-covered ground.  That was as far as he got in his examination, before Jack was kneeling next to him, gently pushing his shoulders back to the ground.

“Hey bud, you need to stay still for me okay?” he said, and then got his first real look at Mac’s injury.

“Oh Mac, that does not look good.  I’m so sorry bud, if I had been a little quicker...”

He was cut off by Mac, “Not...your fault.”  Mac was already starting to lose focus, and blood was still pouring out of the wound.  He looked down again, “How bad?”

“Well, its not great...can’t see an exit wound, so the bullet is still in there.  From the looks of things, your femur might be fractured too.”

Mac nodded, before closing his eyes tight as another shudder racked through him.  

Jack seemed to have realized that he needed to stop the bleeding, so he was back kneeling next to Mac.

“Okay bud, this might hurt, but I need to try and slow the bleeding.  Riley, what’s the ETA of exfil?”

That seemed to snap Riley out of her shock, and she pulled out her phone, while Jack started to push on Mac’s leg.  

“Four minutes!”

Mac gasped as Jack pushed the bullet farther into his leg, causing it to put pressure on the already injured bone.  Black spots were forming in his vision as his breaths got shorter, he was rapidly losing his battle to stay conscious. 

“Sorry Mac, we can’t take the bullet out, and you’ve already lost enough blood as it is.”

“It’s...k” Mac said, his eyes fluttering.

“Come on bud, stay with me.  You’re doing so well, just a few more minutes,” Jack said, in vain, as Mac’s eyes had finally closed and he fell unconscious, going limp in the dirt.

“Riley, how much longer?”

“Two minutes now,” Riley responded, looking nervously at the blonde between them.

Jack checked Mac’s pulse, and sighed in relief as he felt it, slower than normal, but there.

They both waited out the next two minutes in silence, and when exfil came, they moved out of the way as the medics lifted Mac’s prone form onto a stretcher, and got into the truck.

As the truck drove away, they were both thinking the same thing, why was it always Mac?

...

Thanks for reading!! I just wanted to let you know that tomorrow should be another creepy Murdoc fic, and I am working on a continuation of my first Murdoc fic, which should be done some time this week.

Thanks again, have a wonderful day!!

[rosieblogstuff]

I'm a day late and somehow surprising myself remembering that, oh yeah, I have two fever fics: the whumpy one and the fluffy one.

The Whumpy One: Lake + Stick + Fever , in which Mac & Jack are sent to locate hostages, and a seemingly minor injury lands Mac with a fever that he just can't shake.

“You said this stuff ought to kick in in a couple days, but I’m not sure it’s workin’,” Jack tells him.

Mac lifts his eyes to Jack’s face. “How long has it been?” he whispers.

“Still five days since we got here. But we’re coming up on three days since you started taking these antibiotics and I’m not seeing anything’s getting better.”

“Mmmm,” Mac agrees because he’s too tired to argue about it. He’s always hated arguing with Jack. He’s not even sure Jack’s wrong, he just doesn’t like when Jack is worried because of him. “It’s okay,” he says.

“I’m not so sure about that.” Jack adjusts his arm around Mac. “But look, hoss, we gotta move out of our hidey hold. There’s a nice little space down at the end of the hall I’m liking the looks of. Think you can do a little bit of walking? Otherwise I’ll pick you up. Your choice.”

“I can walk.” Mac lifts his head, then lets it flop back. “Just. Just need a minute.”

Jack hauls him up anyway, and Mac protests. “Said I needed a minute, Jack.”

“You said that about ten minutes ago, bud.” Jack works his shoulder under Mac’s uninjured arm and puts his arm around Mac’s waist. “C’mon, show me how you can walk or else I’m gonna be carrying you.”

Mac tries, he really does. For the first few steps, moving across the room and out the door, he supports enough of his weight that Jack isn’t doing all the work. It’s downhill from there. His legs are like spaghetti, and his arm shakes when he tries to tighten it around Jack’s shoulder. Four steps down the hall and Jack’s the only thing keeping him off the ground. He closes his eyes, disoriented and dizzy, doesn’t open them again until he’s jostled and comes alert.

The hallway is dim and unfamiliar, the pain in his shoulder burning with the way his muscles are being tugged to keep him upright. “Where are you taking me?” he asks, raising his head, trying to remember where they’re at.

The arm around his waist tightens but Mac’s too weak to pull away from whoever’s dragging him down the hall. “Just a little bit more, bud.”

Oh. “Jack?”

Jack’s breathing hard with the effort of keeping him upright and moving. “Yeah, bud, I’m here.” He lets out a breath. “See, should’ve just picked you up.”

“I can walk.”

(there's 16k feverfic whump where this came from....)

The Fluffy One: Soup + Text Messages, in which Mac is doing his best to take care of a sick Jack.

Operating a can opener is something Mac can definitely do. Not the electric one—it’s noisy, and Jack might be sleeping. But the manual one works just fine to take the lid off the big can of chicken broth he found in the back of the cupboard.

Unsurprisingly for someone who’s away from home for long and unpredictable periods of time, Jack keeps a pretty good stock of canned goods, including several cans of broth. Mac isn’t sure why, exactly, one would own several cans, but it’s a stroke of luck because Jack is miserable in bed with the actual flu (not just a cold, which is of course an entirely different virus). He barely even objected to Mac driving them to Jack’s apartment in Jack’s car.

Pouring a can of broth into a pan is also something he’s perfectly capable of. A child could tackle this one. It’s not even really cooking, it’s just an exercise in conduction as the stovetop heats the pan that’s sitting on its coils, which in turn transfers heat to the broth.

…which is beginning to bubble. He blinks his heavy eyelids and focuses on the pan. Broth can’t burn (can it?) but stirring is a good idea anyway. Bozer would stir a broth, he’s sure of it. Jack keeps those big spoons for stirring pots in a jar on the counter and he doesn’t quite knock it over fumbling for one, it’s just a close thing.

His phone dings from where he left it on the kitchen island. Mac rubs his forehead with one hand and blinks several times to get the screen in focus.

How’s Jack? Riley asks. You need anything from the pharmacy?

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Who has read my story called “When Something is Nothing” I’m writing the next chapter to it in the moment. If you have read it, what do you think the next chapter will be like?

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44 days after meeting, Mac and Jack get called to defuse a bomb. Things go badly.

Jack drove the last two klicks at a crawl, torn between a desire to spend less time on the deserted, lonely goat track that passed for a road, and the need to move slowly so as to avoid road hazards, of which there were many. On balance, slower seemed safer: there were definitely gullies and abrupt drop-offs that would wreck a vehicle, but there were only probably enemy combatants aiming to kill them.

By the time they arrived at the coordinates they’d been given, it was dark enough that the squad who’d called for an EOD were only visible as shadows with flashlights standing among a cluster of ruined buildings. The town wasn’t, that Jack recalled, actually deserted. Not entirely. But a good third of it had taken damage in a rocket barrage five or six months back and no one had yet made any moves to rebuild it.

Jack clicked his radio on. “This is snakebite one-one arriving at your coordinates.”

One of the flashlights blinked at them. “Snakebite, this is anchorhead oh-seven. Thought you boys mighta got lost.”

Jack blinked the truck’s lights in acknowledgement and rolled to a stop on the side of the road where a couple helmeted shadows were waiting. He killed the engine and turned to look at MacGyver. “You sure you’re up for another one?”

The younger man straightened up from the slump he’d been sitting in since they got back in the truck twenty minutes earlier. “Yeah,” he said, reaching up to rub his forehead. “M good.”

“If you’re not—”

“I’m good,” Mac repeated, a stubborn line forming between his eyes as he reached for his helmet. “This is only, uh, number six. It’s nothing.”

“Bombs ain’t a competition,” Jack muttered. He’d been working with the bomb wunderkind for a few weeks and while he was getting used to the kid’s quirks, he wasn’t sure where comments like that came from. There were guys who were devoted to their job, and then there was… this almost obsessive passion with which MacGyver threw himself at explosive devices. “‘Cept for who can defuse them the safest.”

Mac was already out of the truck, door slamming behind him. The joy of youth: apparently the kid could spend half the day in the passenger seat and half the day crouched over a bomb and still be limber enough to jump out of the truck.

Jack grabbed his gear and trudged after...

(the rest on AO3)

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: MacGyver (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jack Dalton & Angus MacGyver (MacGyver TV 2016) Characters: Angus MacGyver (MacGyver TV 2016), Jack Dalton (MacGyver TV 2016), Riley Davis Additional Tags: Missions Gone Wrong, Drowning, Angus MacGyver (MacGyver TV 2016) Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Hypothermia, Restraints, Whump, Protective Jack Dalton (MacGyver 2016), Worried Jack Dalton (MacGyver TV 2016), Temporary Character Death, Concussions, Blood and Injury, i can't believe locked in a trunk isn't a tag on ao3 yet. oh well., Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation, CPR, Broken Bones, performing cpr is traumatic yall, Hurt Riley Davis, Blood Loss, shes okay, mostly edited we still die like men Summary:

Another pair of hands wrap around Mac's other arm and heave him bodily into the open trunk.

He starts struggling again when the realization hits him. He kicks out with his legs when they’re maneuvered into the trunk and he gets a slap in the face for it that makes his vision go gray and fizzle out briefly.

When he comes back to his senses, the trunk slams shut and he’s in the dark, the confined space lit red by the taillights. The brightness of the lights makes the sharp pain in his skull spike fiercely and he cringes inward.