Lie or Else (MacGyver Fanfic)

No One Is Ever Going To Hurt You Again

Hello!! The following takes place between 1300 hours and however long it takes for Carter to stop whatever it is he's doing, on the day of his payback. Did you get that reference?? Anyway, enjoy! :-)

Previously on Lie or Else...

Oh, MacGyver! You did know the consequences of telling them, right?" Mac heard Carter's voice through the zipped tent, "But, this time, you can't even try to run!"

Carter ripped open the zipper of the tent and came inside, resulting in Jack and Commander Easton on their knees, "Payback, Mac."

Jack groaned in pain because of going on his knees with his grazed lower leg. It hurt, but he was too focused on Mac at the moment. He was feeling better because of the constant mantra he kept on saying in his head, He is going to be okay. He is going to be okay. But, that didn't cure everything.

Carter was standing by Mac's bedside, "Hello, friend. How I miss you out in the field. I do hope I can repay you,"

Mac was nervous (not showing it), but very bold and not afraid for what happened next, "Do you really think you have a chance against us, Mr. Cowboy?,"

Jack gave him a look, "You like Die Hard?"

Mac gave him a 'duh' look, "Who doesn't watch that? It is like the only logical Christmas movie out there. All others are sappy and too coincidental. Who meets their ex in an abandoned town? It is stupid,"

Jack put his fist on his heart, "Right with me, brother. Right with me,"

Mac also hit his heart with his fist and nodded, "Yeah. I am,"

Carter looked at the two like they were crazy, "Hello? Big guy with gun? In the medical tent where dear Angus MacGyver is?"

"And.....," Jack said, pretending to look confused. It payed off, Mac smiled at that, "Is there something else I should know?"

Carter punched Jack in the face, "Don't make me do that again, I definitely will. But, what about your buddy over here? I'm pretty sure he would like it, right?"

Mac was still laying down on the bed because of his broken ribs; failing to try and sit up. He didn't like being this vulnerable, especially when your former partner has a gun and is going to use it on you.

Then, Mac realized he still had the morphine drip in his foot in the dorsal arch. He also saw the IV controls behind him. So glad they thought I wasn't rebellious in medical care! Mac thought. Carter was talking to Jack, something about hurting his partner, him. Eh, better do it now.

Mac used Carter looking away from him as a distraction and pumped up the morphine first, because taking the IV out has more attention drawn to it. He was already feeling dizzy. It took him a long time for the room to stop spinning and, as best as he could, he ripped the IV out of his foot, hurting his ribs, and pushing it into Carter's arm. He held his grip for as long as he could, and then Jack took over. He passed out immediately after due to the overdose of morphine, since he was not able to get the IV out of his foot right after raising the morphine level high.

"...Buddy....you... w-....us?" Mac heard someone speak, but he was so tired and his mouth was very dry, so he wasn't really focused on hearing.

He felt someone check his pulse, and then whisper something under their breath. According to the website on the internet... What? No. According to that one thing on the internet, it said that heartbeats would be... No. That is something else, not morphine. Right?

"...-ey. -ou... wi- us?" Jack. It was Jack who was speaking. All ears now if it was Jack.

"J...ck?" Mac whispered under his breath. He tried his best to open his eyes, but it was too bright.

Focusing now, Mac heard Jack speak, "Hey, Mac. There those baby blues are. Are you okay? You don't look well,"

"Ya..... 'm good," Mac said, "Stop... worry-... ing...," Mac continued after seeing the concern and fear on Jack's face.

As far as he could see with the very bright room, Mac saw Jack above him with doctors in and out of the tent. One was trying to tend with Jack's wound, but he was more worried about him. A swarm of doctors were around himself, checking vitals and seeing how much morphine he got in himself. Commander Easton was sitting down on a chair, Mac was pretty sure.

"Hey, Mac," from the look on Jack's face, that was not the first time he had been called, "No one is ever going to hurt you again. I promise you. I absolutely promise you. Nobody will go within an arm's' reach of you, I will make sure of that,"

Mac fell asleep thinking about Jack's promise. No one is ever going to hurt you again.

2 Days Later...

"Yeah, that was hilarious!" Jack straightened up, trying to get the best impression, "Mr. Mystery guest? Are you still there?"

Mac was laughing, and that was all that mattered to Jack. He had mostly recovered, but still needed time to heal.

Mac also tried to straight up, "Yeah, I'm still here. Unless you wanna open the front door for me,"

"Yeah, Hans Gruber and John McClane. Their rivalry always makes me laugh," Jack was still laughing with Mac hilariously after finding out he liked Die Hard.

"Jack," Mac said, changing his tone to serious.

Jack caught on, "Yes, Mac?"

Mac decided he would thank Jack now, for everything, "Thank you. I haven't said it yet, and I wanted to say it now,"

"For what, buddy?" Jack asked confused, the only thing that he had done was tell Mac he needed to stay in bed.

"Everything. This whole time. You didn't give up on me after I bold face lied to you for a whole two weeks. I also wanted to apologize..."

Jack interrupted him, "Hey, Mac. We are partners. We have each other's backs. Yes, you should have told me, but we are past that, okay?"

"Okay. But, Jack, I mean it. Thank you," Mac said wholeheartedly.

Jack replied with a sincere smile, "Anytime, brother. Anytime,"

The rest of the night was great. Mac stayed in his bed and took his medication when prescribed. The two men actually understood each other now and felt more like brothers than ever before.

"No one is ever going to hurt you again."