MacGyver Imagines

Angus Macgyver and Wilt Bozer "Just Like High School" Part 2

9 Years Later

Y/N's POV

I start my new job at a place called Phoenix today. In all honesty, I'm terrified. I'm 26 and have only have one job since high school.

Since I'm starting a new job, completely different from what I've ever done, I decided to do something else I've never done. I'm visiting my parents. My parents were arrested at the end of my junior year of high school, all thanks to two peers, Wilt Bozer and Angus MacGyver.

After my parents arrest, which I'm sure you've heard about, I moved to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, to live with my grandmother. I attended college at Pitt University, and studied computer science and Crime Scene Science, making me fit to be a field agent for the FBI, if I wanted to. I worked at the a technical institute, helping kids who wanted to pursue careers in computers.

After three years of working at the children's technical institute, I quit and applied for a job at Phoenix, an organization that finishes cases the FBI couldn't. I was told I got the job a few days ago, I decided to talk to my parents after 9 years.

I'm driving to the Sacramento prison and honestly kind of nervous. I haven't talked to my parents in almost a decade and when I did they hated me.

I finally make it to the correctional prison and find a place to park. God this place is as bad as Los Angeles. There is no where to park. I finally find an empty parking space in the parking lot of the prison. I pay the parking fee and park my car.

Two hours later....

(Because this is a correctional prison, there is a lot of security, causing such a long time skip, I'm guessing.)

"What do you want?" My father spats.

"I wanted to talk to you guys see how you're both doing." I say calmly.

I'm sitting in the visitors center sitting at an old, cold, steel table across from the people who gave birth to me.

"Why now? Don't you think that after 9 years it wouldn't matter?" My mother starts to raise her voice.

"Exactly, 9 years is a long time. I wanted to see you guys. That and I start a new job in a couple hours," I say looking at my watch, "and I figured, new job, why not try something else new, so I came to see you guys."

"whatever." My dad sighs.

"So, anyway are you still a sluty bitch?" my mother smirks.

"Probably, I mean look at her." My father replies, pointing at my outfit.

"Its not that bad," I say pulling up my dress to cover my chest.

"And yet you're covering up." My mother sings.

"Anyway how have you guys been?" I ask, changing the subject.

"Bored, locked up, and hating our daughter more than ever." My father says, more calm than I've ever seen him.

I stay silent, I don't know how to react to that.

"How have you been?" My mother asks, "Not like I care."

"Good, I guess," I try and stay calm, "nothing has really changed, college was horrible, the technical institute I worked at was okay I guess, and I start a new job, working for a think tank," remembering what Director Webber told me, I cant tell anyone who I work for, or what I do.

"Have you talked to that Angus MacGyver yet?" My father asks leaning on the table across from me.

"No, not since you guys were arrested." I say looking down, almost crying.