Void (Macgyver Fanfiction)

eight

Chloe pov

I ran. I didn't know what else to do.

I panicked. Fearful of both men finding me. It was clear that Mac had already made out who I was, seeing as he was now running down the street after me. And it was also his careless actions that pulled Jeremiah's attention my way as well. 

The dark haired man dropped his cigaret, not even bothering to put it out, right before he sprinted my way as well.

Shit.

I ran back to the only place I knew would provide cover, and weapons; my unofficial apartment for my short time spent here. Officially the apartment was owned under some cover name so that any regular business wouldn't be suspicious of the government owning a small, barely kept together apartment in New York. 

Mac was the closest on my tail but Jeremiah was not far behind. I didn't want to hurt Macgyver, in fact that was the last thing I wanted to do. So I was going to have to lure him into following me so that I could keep him safe from the real threat. Several minutes of running past before I found the ally and the stair well leading up to the window of my apartment.

I ran up the stairs two, sometimes three steps at a time, never looking behind me. I made it to the window and opened it. Yes, it seemed pretty careless for an assassin to keep the window to her apartment unlocked but it was times like this that that little habit payed off. 

Unfortunately, I was only able to get one foot into the place before I was shoved to the ground, a larger body on top of me.

"You're not getting away this time," he said telling me that it was in fact Mac. But then another voice entered both of our ears.

"You're right," he snapped, evil dripping from his words, "Neither one of you are."

I tried to fight, and usually I'd be able to take down two grown men without even breaking a sweat. But when it came to Mac, a boy who I'd only met twice, the same person who wanted me locked away in a concrete box, I couldn't bring myself to hurt him. Even when my instincts yelled at me to do so, I couldn't.

And it wasn't like I would have been doing much fighting after Jeremiah's next actions. He dropped a small contraption to the ground, and smoke instantly began filling the room.

"Don't breathe!" I shouted to Macgyver covering my own face with the neck of my shirt. Mac fell off of me coughing and doing the same in an effort to keep the fog out of his lungs. But in the end we both failed. I saw Mac fall unconscious to the floor first and I soon followed.

I woke up with a start, unaware of my surroundings. This kind of thing never happened to me. The last time it had I was shoved into an interrogation room with Macgyver and.... Wait, Mac. Where was he? I pulled myself to my feet rather quickly feeling the intense nausea roll over me.

"You might want to sick back down," a male voice said to my left. I grabbed onto the metal bars in front of me for stability doing my best not to show weakness and puke my guts up right there. I squinted trying to focus my blurry vision and see who the male was. I was able to see a foggy figure with blond hair and a brown leather jacket who sat with his legs sprawled out in front of him on the floor. I stayed on my feet just out of pure stubbornness, determined that I wasn't going to let a little knock out gas get the best of me.

"Fine," the boy who I could only assume to be Macgyver said with a sigh, "Just trying to help."

My shaky legs stood there until I was finally able to see clearly. And once I could I was shocked at what I saw. It was Mac who sat in a cell right next to mine. Only he didn't look the same as when I had first seen him. His hair was a mess on top of his head. He looked sore as he held his ribs and took shallow breathes. His lip was bleeding and there was already a bruise forming on his cheek.