Angus MacGyver was good at everything he did; he perfected what he touched in more ways than one. Whether that meant creating contraptions out of pretty much nothing but what he could find in the area at the time of a mission to escaping from a sociopathic hitman with nothing but a needle stuck in his arm and a pole he found in the room.
Mac was smart, to say the least. His skills were needed for the government agency (though he was sure the president didn't even know it existed) he worked for. If it were not for the fact that he was putting his skills to good use or that he was saving people, Mac would probably be doing something completely different with his life.
Working for the government had its perks as well as it had its downsides. When their missions ran longer than expected, it was usually because of bad intel and that sometimes meant that he had less time to just relax before the next mission. There was a two to three day gap between missions and if they were lucky, a week or two.
As of this moment, Mac was focused on the task at hand. Which was trying to hit a fastball flying two miles an hour straight toward him. Within two seconds, Mac had pinpointed the ball's trajectory and swung the bat as hard as he could. The impact resonated through the bat and almost made his arm shake as the ball flew over the pitchers head.
Using the outfielders brief distraction, Mac broke out into a run. He ran to first base in the moments it took the baseball to fly over the fence. He was smart enough to know that he had hit a homerun as he jogged around to home base where his team was waiting for him.
"Nice one Mac!" Bozer exclaimed, raising his hand for a high five and grinning from ear to ear. Bozer was Mac's best friend and roommate since college and now that he was clued in on what Mac really did for a living, they'd gotten closer.
Mac returned the grin with a smile of his own, pulling his red baseball cap down on his head. He found his eyes drifting over to Jack who sent him a smirk from home plate, ready to bat. The relationship he had with Jack went beyond the term of friends. In some ways it went beyond the term of brothers too.
"Good luck Jack!" Mac waited for a response and when he didn't receive one, he added as a reminder, "Remember we're supposed to win or Maddy'll have our heads."
Riley laughed from behind him and Jack rolled his eyes at Mac before returning his attention back to the man on the mound. The pitchers name was Richard Crawford, and he was one of the best at the Phoenix Foundation's rival agency, Echo One.
The man wasn't a big fan of Mac and his unconventional methods of accomplishing missions and told him as such when they first met. It didn't bother Mac at all, since Crawford wasn't the first to tell him that.
Mac sat down on the bench next to Samantha Cage, the newest addition to the team. Recently recovering from an almost fatal encounter with Murdoc, she was more determined than ever to catch the bastard. Especially before he came after Mac and actually killed him.
Mac sat quietly, watching as Jack hit the baseball on the first try for the first time today. He silently praised him and combed his fingers through his slightly sweaty blond hair. One glance at Cage and he could tell that something was bothering her. She was tense, her eyes were drawn to the edges and exits of the baseball field and her lips were pulled taut.
"Cage?" Mac didn't want to seem like he was prying, so that was all he stuck with.
Almost as if breaking free from a daze, Cage blinked and turned to look at Mac. Her eyes were dark with an emotion he had only ever seen once back in the army and he was taken aback. It was more of pain and brokenness, like she had gone through the worst thing possible. Like she had given up. Mac could have just been imagining it because it was gone not even a second later, replaced by a blank confused look.
"What?"
Mac shook his head, sighing. It was probably better not to press the issue and ask her what had her so stressed. Not so soon after her recovery either. He turned back to face the field; he had missed that Riley was now up to bat, Bozer was on second and Jack was now on third base, waiting for the hit that would win them the game.
Mac was barely surprised when Riley hit a homerun; he knew she had it in her and it wasn't like she was horrible at the sport. In truth, Mac was not paying much attention to the game anymore, even if the hoots and hollars from some of the onlookers could be heard. He was staring at a black Impala that was sitting at the curb; two men were in the car, watching the game.
Mac stood up and began making his way toward the car but he was stopped by Jack slinging his arm over his shoulders, his sweat dripping onto him.
"We won Mac! Celebrate!"
Mac pushed his arm away, his face twisting in disgust when he realized that Jack had gotten his sweat and odor all over him. "There is no way I'm celebrating with your odor and juices all over me."
Jack lifted his arm and sniffed. "I don't smell that bad, do I?"
"You smell like a naked ape who never once got a shower." Riley said, nudging him in the ribs as she grabbed her stuff to get ready to leave.
Mac snickered, the black Impala and the two men now forgotten. The face that Jack made was the reason that Mac burst out laughing, his ability to hold in his laughter failing. Jack's face morphed into something of playful vengeance and he reached for the blonde.
Mac predicted it before he committed the action and danced out of the way, still laughing at Jack. The playful swearing that he was going to get Mac for laughing at him was the only warning he got before he started chasing after him.
Mac sprinted forward, heading towards the street where their car sat on the curb. Jack chased after him, saying that he was going to rub all of his sweat on him and see how he liked it. Laughing Mac said, "You have to catch me first!"
"Oh I will! Come here you little--"
Mac paused and whirled around to stick his tongue out at him. Admittedly he was being very childish but he didn't care. It was a rarity when everyone was happy and chill and just able to relax without having to be worried or concerned with sociopathic hitmen and missions.
Jack lunged forward trying to grab his arm but Mac stepped back into the street and he missed. This time Riley and Bozer laughed while Cage chuckled as they followed the two men they considered family to the car.
"If we want to celebrate then we have to get cleaned up first guys!" Cage said, her attention drawn to the end of the street.
Mac nodded, slightly out of breath and said, "Okay. You heard her Jack....last one to the car is a rotten tomato!"
Mac broke out into another run and Jack shook his head, saying, "Oh it's on!"
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Family Bloodties (Macgyver/Supernatural)
FanfictionAngus MacGyver Winchester, a resourceful and inventive individual known for his quick thinking and problem-solving skills, often finds himself tackling challenges with little more than a Swiss Army knife and his unparalleled creativity. Mac had alwa...