Void (Macgyver Fanfiction)

six

Chloe pov

All of the lights stayed turned off once we entered the room. Mac pushed me against the door the moment it closed and kissed me passionately. I'd felt this before, plenty of times. Most of those times were fake and sometimes they were with Blaze. But this time was much different. Mac wasn't a job. I wasn't sent here to kill him. I was sent here to have fun and I planned to do just that.

We were in the bedroom before I allowed him to take my mask off. Luckily I'd made sure there would be no light great enough in the room for him to realize what face was staring back at him.

The more we kissed, the more clothes fell to the floor, and the guiltier I felt. But by the time we were finished, both sweaty and out of breath, all of that guilt was gone. I didn't care who he was or who I was for that matter. He was something else, I wasn't sure what yet but it didn't matter to me anymore. There was just something about him, his skinny but strong arms around my smaller framed muscled body. I prayed he wouldn't feel the many scars which lined my body, but that's when I felt the familiar scar tissue which was left from a gunshot wound. There were two of them, both near his left shoulder area.

I wasn't going to question them so to not bring to attention the scar tissue from my multiple gunshot and knife wounds. But this definitely made me more curious as to who he was and the organization he worked for.

I waited a few hours after I finally felt Mac become still, and his breathing steady to that of a sleeping person. It was then I knew I'd have to make my escape. I took the pen and note pad on the night stand beside the bed and scribbled a short message on it. Then I pulled only my undergarments on and grabbed my dress and shoes and slipped quietly out the door leaving Mac peacefully sleeping in the bed.

I earned some odd looks from people in the hall but I'd grown over the years to ignore the looks. I pulled my dress on now that I was out of the room and had less of a chance of waking Mac, and made my way towards my own hotel a little further ways down the street.

It was pitch black outside and the cooler night air was chilly on my bare arms. It was around five in the morning which meant the sun would be coming up sooner than later now. I was sure that Hayden and Tommy had made it back to their room hours ago. I wasn't so sure of where Blaze had ended up. I didn't figure he would risk bringing his new side piece back to our room but I wasn't sure if he would be willing to go to hers either.

Blaze liked her. And I'm sure he wanted to do to her exactly what Mac had done to me but he wasn't quite like me. He acted like he was spontaneous and a real go getter with the ladies but he was a bit more strict on himself than me. If I had to go all the way with a target just to get their guard down and take them out then I would. Blaze on the other hand rarely ever did. He might string a girl along just long enough to get her in the position to kill her when necessary but as far as I knew, I was the only person Blaze had ever slept with.

I guess it flattered me a bit but I wasn't one to really care about that kind of thing. Blaze and I satisfied each other when necessary but there were no feelings there. None like I knew Hayden and Tommy had for each other. Blaze and I could just never feel that. Yet it felt wrong ever being with anyone besides him.

Except Macgyver.... I didn't know why. And I wasn't sure if I ever would or not.

I entered through the back of the hotel, again, and made my way towards the hotel room I was to share with Blaze. Upon entering, all of the lights in the room were out. But I very quickly picked up the steady breathing of someone who was sitting in the room. The choice of no cologne what so ever filled the room and told me that the person sitting there wasn't a threat.