God Of War (#2) [MacGyver Fanfic]

God of War

You have to read Good Shot for this to make sense. This is two chapters. Enjoy!!

"Mac?" Jack asked, looking for his partner in his house.

All of a sudden, Mac appeared, entering the house from the deck, "Hey, Jack. What's up?"

Jack was perplexed, "What do you mean? You called me here."

Mac sighed, "Do we ever get a break? I never called you, Jack."

That was Jack's cue to get his gun that was tucked in his pants. He went room to room, checking to see if anyone was there. No one was. Then, the doorbell rang.

Jack's eyes went wide, "Mac, stay behind me. Okay?"

Mac nodded, and then they both walked to the door. Jack held his gun up and opened the door quickly. Of course, they just had to get knocked out before seeing or even reacting to the assailant.

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Mac woke up to Jack calling his name. He opened his eyes and wanted to observe his surroundings. But, to be honest, Mac just wanted to observe Jack and himself. So, he did. They were both tied with rope to wooden chairs that were bolted to the floor. He did not feel drugged, and Jack did not look drugged. There was no blood, so he considered them both okay.

"Done?" Jack asked genuinely, since he recognized almost every one of his partner's faces.

"Yeah. Are you feeling okay?" Mac asked, hoping the answer was yes.

"Yep. You?" Jack asked, feeling okay, but still more concerned with Mac's health than his own.

"I'm good. Any idea what crazy psychotic killer got us this time?" Mac said, grinning and chuckling.

"Well, there's always Murdoc. But then again, there are also some other people you pissed off. Hell, most of the dark web probably knows who you are. Or, what if someone collected on a bounty for you?" Jack replied with his own grin.

"Whew! We need to make less friends." Mac said, still enjoying their little talk.

Jack huffed, "Okay. If I have to lose the southern charm..."

Mac and Jack both broke out laughing, a unique act when two are kidnapped (especially when two are talking about the kidnapping).

Their conversation was interrupted by a man entering the room, to which Mac's face grew very pale. He didn't look too hot.

Mac looked bewildered, "You can't be here. You- you died."

The man beamed, "Well, I'm back. And I have a job for 'Ares'.

Jack looked baffled, "If you are talking about what I think you're talking about, you are wasting your breath. He is just a legend in the Army so snipers can try to shoot as good as him. Plus, even if he was real, we wouldn't know where to find him. Right, Mac?"

Mac was speechless. He couldn't talk, he couldn't breathe. He needed oxygen, but his lungs didn't want to work. So, he settled for holding his breath instead of panicking.

Jack's eyes were wide, "Mac, breathe! What's going on?"

The man beamed with an evil grin, "Oh, joy! Zeus doesn't know your tiny, little, nanoscale secret, does he? I mean, it's not like it started the chain reaction of you meeting him, right? This'll be fun."

Jack looked confused, "I know I failed mythology in school, but I think Zeus is the father of Ares. Who is my 'son'?

This resulted in awkward staring at one another. Mac looked at Jack, and then lowered his head. The man looked at Mac, then at Jack.

Jack looked up at the ceiling, "I hope to God that you guys aren't implying what I think you are implying."

Mac pursed his lips, "Sorry, Jack. I- I couldn't."

Jack looked liked someone had just physically punched him in the gut. He didn't even respond; he just looked blankly at another wall.

The man grinned, "Now that that's over, I have a job for you, Ares."

Jack looked at him in disbelief, "First of all, he ain't doin' nothin' he don't want to. Second, must you call him that?"

The man continued as if no one had interrupted him, "I have a target. But, because of privacy issues, I will not give you the dossier until you are fully compliant. So, I will give you the incentive to do so."

Without warning to properly prepare, the man punched Mac hard in the stomach. He might have heard a crack. Pain was the only thing he really thought of as he inhaled sharply, ribs moving and becoming irritated.

"That is one-fourth of the pain your buddy over here will feel if you do not take this job," the man said, excitement etched into his words.

Jack sat up straighter, visibly tensing, "Mac, don't. I can handle a little bit of pain. Besides, this is nothing compared to Cairo. Right?"

Mac wasn't relieved, "Yet. This isn't like Cairo yet. Plus, we don't talk about Cairo."

Without hesitation, the man punched Jack in the stomach. And, like he told Mac, it probably hurt four times worse. Mac definitely heard a loud crack, and by the way Jack looked, he had most likely broken a rib.

Mac didn't care anymore, "Fine. I'll do it."

Mac would never forget Jack's face after he said that. It was ingrained in his head now; the disbelief, betrayal, and shock.

"Mac..." Jack said, close to tears.

"Jack, do you remember when you said that no one would ever hurt me again with you around?" Mac said, continuing after his partner nodded, "Well, it is likewise, brother. I would go through hell and high waters for you. I know this hurts - the same thing happened to me - but I promise you that I would do anything for you. And I mean it. If I die saving you, then it was worth it. My whole life was worth it, but only if you survive. So, right now, just in case anything happens, I just wanted to say thank you. For every single damn thing you have done for me, Jack Dalton. See you on the other side. Bacef Avellaneda - Bye, friend."

With that, Mac was untied and led out of the room. He was taken up a floor by stairs and led into another room.

"Our target's name is..."

Hope you enjoyed! Comments are appreciated and the second chapter will be posted shortly!! :-)