Macgyver imagines

Macgyver: 14-"Love is Blind."

"I once told my daughter not to fear the dark, I'm fighting for it to stay that way."
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Summary: a soldier makes and impact on a certain blonde headed boy.

Warnings: None.

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If you ever place a
penny on a soldiers grave it means this: you have stopped and paid respects
If you place a nickel: you attempted boot camp with him
If you place a dime: you served with the soldier
If you place a quarter: you were with him when they died.

"Don't do it."
  She whispered, looking through the scope in the 'desert', her target moving slightly. Her bangs fell into her eyes but barely noticed. Her eyes flashing between her 'target' and the weapon he was debating on picking up. Normally, she wouldn't hesitate to kill someone if it put her team in jeopardy. But this wasn't normal. Her target was a little boy no older than eight.
  He looked around to see if anyone noticed or would command him to to do something. "Don't freaking pick it up."
  The boy began to lift the missile launcher onto his shoulder with a big struggle. "Drop it. Don't do it." But he didn't stop. His aim became steady on the army vehicle a block away.
   She breathed a single tear running down her cheek. "Please," she croaked,"just drop it."
  Then she saw his hand tense slightly over the trigger, she immediately pulled her own. For a second she didn't realize what happened. She didn't realize she just took a child's life away. The body dropped, blood littering the dirt underneath him. Through the sniper, forced herself to look in her teams direction. Macgyver glanced at the rooftop she was on. He turned on the com.
   "March? You okay?"
Funny right? Everyone thought so. Her name was mainly because she was an army brat and her parents were quite weird people. It was either that or "Marine/Mari."
She cleared her threat and reached for her dispatch. "Yah, fine. He had a launcher. Let's wrap this up quick. It's dessert day."
He laughed. "Yes, ma'am."
That was their last mission together. Their last mission was long and torturous. Their last mission was tiring and evil. Their last mission was one he would never forget.
Course one he would never forget either was the first time he met her.
Her crouched position in the tree had begun to ache on her weary legs. She shifted slightly just as voiced below her passed by. She froze and looked through her scope. Two men were trying to avoid being caught by an enemy of hers. But this didn't mean they were on the same side. Everyone hated terrorists right?
When the terrorists had left the area the older man, noticed a reflecting object in the tree. He had elbowed his friend and before long they noticed it was a person in the tree. They walked forward and she waved the mm off with a bullet next to them. Her dog, in the bushes below, came out baring his teeth and growling. They immediately raised their arms.
"Who are you?"
"That's Jack Dalton, Delta commander and I'm Macgyver, bomb core."
She shifted slightly at the familiar squadrons on her side.
March climbed down from her perch while staring through the scope even though to other it would do no good. They were at close range she shouldn't need a scope. As she stepped forward she heard a rather loud crush under her foot and knew she had stepped on her glasses. The ones she had dropped nearly a hour ago, but couldn't retrieve because of the guards. She mumbled a curse. The scope had always corrected her sight as if she was wearing glasses.
"Your going to have to trust us. We'll take you back to base." Mac attempted to bribe her.
"And what if your lying?"
"I'm not?" He tried again. He wasn't very persuasive.
Mac had distracted her enough that Jack had knocked the gun out of her hands and pinned her. "Now you have no choice."
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Weeks later
"Why do you like me?" She asked one day after a mission.
He laughed and came up with a response.
"Because love is blind."
She had shoved him and laughed at the joke, but in his own way. He had just admitted her loved her.
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But now, tonight, as they light a candle on the anniversary of her death, that mission was one of the most present memories. Jack rested a hand on his shoulder as they surrounded the grave labeled
March Aeomo
May 15, 1990- September 5, 2013
All gave some, some gave all.

Macgyver sniffled slightly at the sight of the now fading grave. He walked up to the grave and laid a penny down first.

He had stopped and payed his respects.
Next he put down a nickel.
He attended boot camp with deceased soldier.
The dime bounced in his pocket a second, before he placed it too down.
He served with this soldier.
Lastly, he begrudgingly put down a quarter.
He was with the soldier when she died.

It had been three long years without her by his side. He looked at the now fading stone and just when he thought he had a hold of himself, March's best friend walked up behind him, leading Bullet.
Bullet was March's war dog. They had fought wars and constant battles. Bullet was never the same after she died. He whined at nights and was skittish. He was useless to the army now, so they gave him to March'a long time friend who could give him a good home.
Bullet pulled at the line, but the now owner refused to let go. The dog met eyes with Macgyver for a split second. Just like that the dog had an idea. He struggled and clawed at the loose collar until it came off. Bullet immediately walked to the stone and whined as if knowing he should be by his true master. He whined again and finally decided on just laying down in front of the grave. Mac, at this point, had completely lost it. Tears came like a flood and sobs racked his body. Jack took the fire hazard from his hand, not knowing what would happen next.

"Mac. Mac! Brother, come on." Jack tried to get his attention and began to lead him away. But he stopped still when they had begun to walk away. The dog was now growling viciously, his ears back, and teeth bared. The owner was trying to get him back on the lead, but it was obvious the dog was not willing.
Mac walked a few steps towards the dog. "Bullet." One word and the dog quit and was by his side licking his hand. "Come on." He mumbled.
And just like that Mac walked away with a dog by his side, leaving behind a best friend six feet under. Jack trailed behind, knowing Mac needed his space.
Bullet walked lazily and Macs hands began to pat his head. They sat at a nearby bench, his eyes now puffy.
Jack approached now. "I know."
That was all it took for his brother to collapse into a heap against him, crying his so young heart out.
But Jack wasn't surprised and immediately held him. "I know. I know."

He would NOT say, "it's okay."

Because nothing was in this world anymore.