Macgyver imagines

Jack Dalton:20

"If you can breathe, you're fine."
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Summary: Jacks best friend since he was a kid, and who secretly loves and works with him, is being abused by her boyfriend, but won't accept his help.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse.
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Baylee came in with another black eye. Jack cursed under his breath as she walked in.
It was the same routine every once and awhile. She would show up at his house, right when he'd start getting ready for work. A black eye, split lip, whatever. Baylee always brought a bag of makeup.
He nodded like always. "I'll put some coffee on." He said quietly.
"Thanks." She said as she walked into his bathroom. Baylee always came there when she was in need of a bathroom to conceal her scars before work. It was just a small fight. She'd told Jack over and over. It won't happen again.
But it always did.
Once she was done with the bathroom, she came out, dressed in easy jeans and a George Strait t-shirt. She was beautiful. Her black hair was always neatly placed, and not a blemish on her face. On the surface. She'd had a while to practice.
He looked up, him still being in sweats and a T-shirt too. She sat on one of the chairs by his Island, resting her hands in her arms. Jack handed her a coffee, Dunkin Donuts Keurig, with added Carmel. The usual.
He sat down across from her after she accepted his gift. "You know-"
"Jack, please. Not today." She stopped him, knowing the lecture coming, her voice was broken, more than usual.
"Okay." He passed by her to get by to get ready. He sat his hand on her shoulder. "I'm here." He told her reminding her she wasn't alone in the world.
She leaned against his calloused hand with her cheek. "I know." She whispered.
She was breaking. She knew it. He knew it.
When Baylee raised her head, he disappeared, only to return minutes later, ready for the day.
"You want a ride?" She nodded again, she knew there was no way she could concentrate.
"Let's go."
When they got into his black sleek car, with an easy cover top, she sat in the passenger side. He settled in and put the car in drive. Once they were on the highway he drove with one hand, and rested the other on the counsel. Baylee reached over and entangled their fingers just needing to know he was there. He looked over. "Are you okay?"
He whispered at a red light.
She sighed. "I got in a bar fight with a chick. I'm fine."
He rolled his eyes. "You're sticking with that story today? You used that one last week,"
"I did?"
"Yeah." He mumbled.
Her memory had been fading in between the stress of this last week.
"Oh. Well, I tripped down the steps after the neighbor left her kids toys out in the hall of my apartment complex."
He nodded. "Okay." He said again, remembering what she told him this morning.
They pulled into the Phoenix and they let go of hands when they had to get out. They walked in, in silence.
The war room wasn't busy, just Madi and the rest of the team. They were the last to arrive. Madi went over some easy briefing and during their break, at lunch, the team just decided on eating in the cafeteria to lazy to go out.
Baylee grabbed a sandwich from the platter and grabbed a napkin. She sat across from Riley. Jack was to her left and Mac and Bozer sat nearby, turning their chairs around to face them. That's when Riley gasped. All eyes went to her, but hers were locked on Baylee's leg.
"Oh my gosh! What did you do to your ankle?" She shrieked at seeing the ankle all blue and purple.
Baylee shifted awkwardly. "Funny story. See my neighbor-"
Mac interrupted. "Left her kids toys in the hall and you fell down the steps. Sorry, Bay, but you used that one before." He said disbelievingly.
Baylee looked down. "I'm just clumsy, alright?" She mumbled suddenly feeling not so hungry.
"No, you're not." Samantha Cage said, butting in from her table by Mac.
"Look, I was dizzy. People fall."
She got up and threw her trash in the can a few tables down.
"And people get pushed." Bozer told her back.
She shook her head. "I'm fine! Seriously, guys lay off."
Jack stayed silent through this all, shaking his head at every lie.
"I study liars, Baylee." Cage said quietly.
"And I study people! In general. If I had a problem I should know how to fix it." She insisted, shooting a glare towards her.
"Should?" Riley asked after looking to Mac and seeing him with the same conclusion.
"What?"
"You said you should know how to fix it. Not you did. Do you need help?" Mac concluded.
"I-uh-" thats when Madi chose to walk in.
"Hey, Guys. I need Boze to show Baylee that new mask, for the mission."
"No problem." Baylee said easily, ready to escape the conversation.
"Okay. Go take off any makeup. The mask needs to be able to set on your face." Bozer said.
"What?" She squeaked.
"Yeah. You'll be fine with out make up for a second." He teased.
She shook her head. "Can't Cage do it?" She started to sweat on the inside of her palms.
"No. You analyze people. We need you, undercover."
"Okay." She said shakily, heading towards the nearest bathroom.
Once in she pulled out her phone as fast as possible. She texted Jack.
Help!
"How?"
I don't know. Jack, I'm scared.
"Bay, itll Be Okay. Their your family. They love you."
She left the text at that And before she lost her nerve, she cleansed her face.
The ugly colored bruises were easily seen now, her split lip revealed, with no lipstick.
Just then her phone reveled another text. From Justin. Her Boyfriend.
"Come home now. Or i will find you."
She shuddered and left the bathroom, trying to forget the haunting words. She took the short way to the lab and texted Bozer she was down there. Maybe only he would come.
But sure enough. They all did.
She turned away when she heard them coming. Baylee fiddled with something on a table, acting like she was writing something.
"Okay, Baylee, lets get the nose pressed on first. It's the most del-" Bozer stopped cold when she turned around to face him.
"Baylee." Madi started after they all gawked.
"It looks worse than it is. A bar fight. That's it."
"Like last week huh? I think you need a new bar."
She shook her head. "Naah. It's the only one, it gives me what I deserve."
Macgyver broke in. "Okay. Enough playing. Baylee, it's gotten worse. Not better. Do you want our help? We can keep you away from him!" He insisted.
"Away from who?" She played dumb, her eyes pleading for him to drop it.
Her phone beeped and his name popped up. Jack, who had stayed quiet, paced towards her, ripped the phone out of her pocket, and held it out. "This dumb ***."
She looked at him startled. He never did comment on these conversations. He wasn't mad at her, but mad at Justin. She saw the scared look in his eyes. "Jack, It's the only bad that will accept me." She Murmured looking at him deeply.
"Bozer, just do the mask." She whispered. They sighed at her. Another failed attempt.
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That's when it got really bad. Jack answered his door that night. 2:00 am. She was leaning against the door frame, bleeding and broken. He looked surprised. She leaned forwards slightly, and he caught her right before she hit the ground. He held her tight, cradling her on the hardwood floor.
She was so broken....
   Baylee was crying by now, her tears showing no signs of stopping. Sobs racked her body as Jack traced her back with his hand, trying to calm her. She whimpered weakly after a second, trying to hold everything back.
    He decided she needed rest and picked her up, careful to just touch what he had too. Once Baylee was laying on his bed, she stopped crying. She looked at him. "I broke.. it off." She whispered, as he stroked her cheek.
    "Good." He whispered back. "I would've went with you. You should've taken me."
  "No. My battle."
"Darlin, the wars over now." He said, missing her lightly on the forehead. "Get some sleep." He got up to leave but she grabbed his hand, looking almost panicked.
   "Just Stay and hold me, please?" She requested.
  He nodded and took the opposite side of the bed she was sleeping on. He curled up next to her, his body heat warming her instantly. She turned over with a great struggle and faced him. Baylee wrapped an arm around Jacks waist as he did the same. She placed her head against his chest.
    "Baylee, I think I lo-" she cut him off.
  "Jack, I do to."
He laughed, only slightly. "Me or you."
   "You." She whispered as she began to drift into sleep.
"Good."
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  The next day, Baylee insisted on coming into work, as soon as she covered up her face. "I'm fine, Jack!" She told him as he insisted on her to wait a few days.
    "Okay. Okay. Listen, but no big stuff, alright?"
   She sighed with a simple smile. "Okay. Now help me to the car, noble Knight." She held out her arm for him to help her, but he had other plans.
    He swooped her up easily, bridle style, hanging on to her small frame. She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck.
   "What are you doing?"
"Taking the princess to the ball." He walked carefully out of the building, taking the elevator for once.
   The people on the elevator already looked at them funny, but Jack stared ahead as Baylee tried to hide a laugh.
   They entered his car, easily, him setting her down like a princess. He drove to work, holding her hand tightly in his. When they were in the parking lot and she was getting in buckled, he stopped her grabbing her wrist as she opened the door.
   "Baylee, listen to me. Jordan is not the only bar that accepts you. I do. And I love every inch of you to pieces, you know that?"
    She looked down, shamefully . "I can't believe I didn't ditch him sooner."
  He picked her chin up. "You were scared. It's okay. I got you now."
    He exited the car and helped her out. He took her in his arms for a minute, enjoying the feeling of her pressed against him. "I love you too, Jack."
    He grinned and kissed her cheek, ever so delicately.
     "I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing you say that."
  Little did they know the people in the war room, were watching through the window and smiling down upon them.

Okay there will be one more Jack dalton before the Macgyver one and it is a request *wink wink, requester*.
Hope you liked, it you didn't well, fight me!