Macgyver imagines

Mac 11 (request)

"What's done is done."
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Summary: Mac doesn't realize it until it's too late. But he's in love with his best friend and she never knew.

Warnings: None.

Note:
This is a request by @CassAngel1
at least i think thats her or him 😂 lol.
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Andies pov

Hi, I'm Andie Walsh and I'm in love with my best friend.
No matter how cliche it is, it's true. I've hopelessly fallen head over boots, down to my roots, wishes on a star, in love.
  His name is Angus, but of course with a name like his he goes by his last, Macgyver, AKA Mac.
  Mac itself is a beautiful name you could fall in love with. It rolls off your tongue and makes you wonder what the story is behind it all.
   He's instantly the closest thing to a superhero I know of. After leaving Caltech and after three years in a bomb squad he found his calling. Macgyvering.
  The only job that allowed him to do this freely was that of a secret agency.

And in walks the angel himself.

"Andy? I thought we were headed to the pound? We haven't searched there yet." Macgyvers voice bounced off the walls.
  "Coming. Let me just grab my shoes."
  After slipping on some black Nikes we took off towards the pound.
  My dog, of now such older age, had gotten lost. Of course this was my only assumption. He was a good boy, my beautiful German shepherd, Rascal.
   He had always had a hole in the fence, but he never left through it. I liked to believe he wouldn't want to leave me. But I guess he saw something to chase after.
   After a failed trip I sat in Macs car passenger seat nearly in tears. I was a vet and I could honestly say I liked them better than the human species, before Mac. After Mac everything changed. I actually thought maybe we wouldn't all die from our own destruction. Crazy how I could think this all would change, because of one boy.
   He took my hand over the counsel and the settled butterflies in my stomach took flight.
  "We'll find him. I promise."
I smiled weakly and he looked like he was contemplating something very serious. "Andy liste-"
Ring. Ring.
Gosh how much I hated that phone.
He apologized and I told him it was fine, again. Maybe it was selfish of me to think like that but it was the truth. How could we ever make a relationship work when he was fighting a war we would never win?
   He dropped me off at the house I stayed at and left with a sweet 'see ya later' smile.
  Sighing I walked into my house. Immediately I noticed a vase knocked over. Hope in my chest arose at the thought of my Rascal coming home and accidentally knocking something over. His eyes weren't too good after all.
  "Rascal?"
I searched room after room.
Nothing.
"Rascal?"
I began to walk outside when I heard a dog barking loudly. That was my baby!
"Rascal! Come here boy." I rounded the corner of the yard and saw him.
"Rascal!" I smiled widely and began to pet him before somebody grabbed me from behind.
  "Get off me!"
He stuck something in my side and as my eyes began to close I saw the man grab a gun and shoot my Rascal.
My Rascal.
My Rascal.
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3 days later

"Andy. I brought Jack we thought maybe we could check the park ag-"
Macgyver cut himself off when he walked through the door and realized the crime scene. Jack pulled his gun.
  "Andy?"
The scene was a gruesome one. There was no blood, but it was gruesome for the thought of a OCD Andy Walsh coming home to this.
The chairs were flipped and the table was on its side. Jack began to clear the house and when he came back. He nodded. "Whoever was here was looking for something."
  Mac nodded back too entranced with the scene. Then the scent hit him. "What's that smell?"
He led the way out the back door and when he scanned the yard he saw a lump in the yard. Rascal.
He had a bullet between the eyes and maggots crawling in and out of him. His eyes were wide open in a glassy stare. His blue collar being the only clean looking thing on him.
"Oh my gosh." Jack mumbled.
"They took her."
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Two months later and the team still had no more information than the day Macgyver came home.
  He wasn't the same. He didn't sleep. He didn't eat. He rarely even blinked. He was so scared that if he did he would see her body flash before his eyes. His imagination had always done him good, but now it was the worst possible curse he could have been given.
  A month after that and it took his toll. He was throwing up what little he did eat and to scarred to even talk.
A month after that he was dying. He had no will to live. The only thing keeping him alive was the will that maybe that .00000000001 chance of her still alive haunted his mind.
   He should've told her. He shouldn't have left. He shouldn't have waited so long. He shouldn't have got mad at little things she did. He shouldn't have gave her false hope on Rascal. He shouldn't have promised.
He shouldn't have.
Then it happened. "Mac, man we found her. She's in bad shape. We gotta go."
  So they sped with Jack driving 100 miles per hour down the highway, to the address. She wouldn't let anyone near her is what they told him. She was in a barn tied with a hang cuff on her wrist. She demanded Macgyver. The medics needed to inspect her, but it simply wasn't possible to get to her to even drug her.
  Mac stumbled out of the car when they stopped outside. In his weakened state his sprint was like a jog, but it would just have to do for now.
  He turned the corner and saw her.

"Hey, Blue Eyes."

  She looked older. Her eyes didn't smile for a brief second and then he saw her recognize him and the twinkle was back. To sum it up she looked like crap.
  She was in an old night gown, cuts lining her face and bruises around her neck. A big swollen eye and lip which blood was dribbling down.

  But it was her. It was his Andy.

"Hey, Andy." He approached slowly as to not spook her, but he couldn't stop the stumble in his words.
When he was closer he sat next to her and then she answered his silent question on it being okay if he stayed there. She leaned her head on his shoulder, "I love you."
  The tears fell. "I love you more."
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She finally, weeks later, was on the road to recovery and was home.

"Turn around." Mac joked lightly. She did.
"Don't peek."
She didn't.
Then when she opened her eyes the cutest baby German shepherd wobbled to her. He licked her hand and she held it tight. She hugged Macgyver and said two words that had more meaning than simple gratitude.
"Thank you."

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