Yours if you want it (Macgyver fanfiction)

89

Skye pov.

It had been three days since we found Stone. Three long days that dragged on and on. I hated every single second. I was still stuck in that damn hospital bed, unable to get up or walk if I even managed to pull myself from the mattress.

Every time I woke up seemed to be worse than the time before. I felt like I was losing my mind. It would take me several minutes to come back to reality after waking up. I blamed the confusion on nightmares every time someone such as Mac or Jack would see me in my frantic state. But honestly, very few times do I remember actually waking up due to a bad dream. Most of the times I would just bolt awake for no reason at all, completely lost as to where I was or what the hell was going on.

I hadn't seen my son very much in the past few days. Mac spent a lot of time with him and when he would come to see me Jack would stay with Stone.

They were running tests on him, trying to figure out what and if Walsh had done anything to him. So far all they noticed was a bit of malnutrition and dehydration that could be easily reversed. What was alarming were the needle marks in his arms. There were a few bruises here and there but overall he appeared unharmed.

The needle marks meant something though. They were so apparent that they couldn't have been a one time injection, they had to have been given to him over and over again. But what was it?

Normal tox screens weren't picking anything up and all other tests had come up negative as well. Perhaps everything had managed to circulate through Stone's body and it was gone... or maybe it was something we hadn't thought of yet.

Mac walked into the room with a big yawn and a fresh cup of coffee in his hand.

"Mac," I tilted my head at him, "when's the last time you had a good nights sleep?"

He made his way over to the chair beside my bed and I got a better look at the bags under his eyes.

"When's the last time you did?" He responded giving me the same look.

"Since I've been stuck in this bed I've actually gotten some sleep," I told him matter of fact-ly. His eyes narrowed at me in disbelief.

"Come on Skye we both know you can't close your eyes without waking up in cold sweats from a nightmare," he shook his head at me.

"Sleep is sleep," I shrugged with a smirk. He just chuckled taking another sip of this coffee.

"So how's Stone?" I asked changing the subject before the truth came pouring out of me. Mac sighed deeply looking at me with pitiful eyes.

"We still don't know what Walsh was injecting him with," he leaned over onto this knees rubbing his temple with his free hand, "but there doesn't appear to be anything really... wrong with him I guess."

His statement almost came out as a question at the end and I ruffled my eyebrows at him.

"What do you mean you guess? You think there is something wrong?" I asked.

"I don't know," he shrugged sitting up straight once more, "I just can't shake this feeling."

"I know what you mean," I agreed nodding my head, "so maybe we need to think outside of the box. We still have so many unanswered questions. Like why Walsh decided to kidnap our son in the first place and why give him back a year later? If he wanted to cause you pain he would of killed him. He had to of taken him for another reason, especially if he was injecting him with some kind of mystery drug the whole time."

Something sparked in Mac's eyes in that moment and his eyebrows rose. He shot his head towards me with wide eyes.

"You're a genius," he proclaimed and then grabbed tightly to my face kissing me harshly before darting out of the room.