Void (Macgyver Fanfiction)

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Macgyver pov

"How many times do I have to tell you I'm fine for you to leave me alone?" I questioned rolling my eyes as I walked into my kitchen to see that Jack had spent yet another night sleeping on my couch.

"You can say it however many times you want," Jack replied taking a sip from his coffee mug, "but I'm not leaving until I say that you're okay."

"I'm fine, Jack," I sighed pulling my own mug from the cabinet and pouring coffee into it.

"Oh really?" Jack raised an eyebrow at me before pushing the spoon he had used to stir his coffee off the counter. I listened to it clang onto the floor before Jack instructed, "Pick it up."

I just stared at him knowing the point he was trying to make. So I sat my coffee down with a stern look and bent down to pick up the small silver object. Although the movement hurt my sore body I refused to show it. Carefully I stood back up straight handing him the spoon with a smirk.

Jack eyed me once again unsure. "Pull your shirt up."

I rolled my eyes in annoyance. But I was also trying to hide the fact that I knew once I did he wouldn't be leaving. "It's fine, Jack. I told you, I'm fine."

He sat his coffee down now, crossing his arms over his chest seriously. "It's been two days since you called me from New York and we put that Jeremiah character away. I find it hard to believe that the assortment of bruises I saw on you have healed just like that."

I just stared back at him not saying a word.

"Not to mention the psychological effects that might have had on you man," Jack tapped my shoulder with his hand, "when you're kidnapped and beaten like that it leaves more than just physical scars."

"I've stared Murdoc in the face before," I chuckled, "I'm pretty sure I can handle a low rate psychopath."

"And I'm pretty sure I told you to lift your shirt," Jack snapped back at me.

So I sighed and rolled my eyes once more before reluctantly doing as the man commanded. He didn't gasp or act surprised. He just looked at me. His gaze turned harsh as his eyes met mine. I knew what it looked like. I was all but completely purple. My ribs hurt with every breath I took and I knew it wasn't pretty.

"Like I said," Jack stated sternly, "I'm not going anywhere."

A few hours later we were at the Phoenix despite Jack's protesting for me to take off work for a few more days.

"Have you managed to get anything out of him?" I asked Matty, crossing my arms over my chest and looking at the live footage on the screen of our newest prisoner.

"No," Matty sighed, "he's good. Lasting a lot longer than the blonde girl we caught a while back."

I tensed at those words. Maybe it was a good thing this man hadn't spoken. I hadn't exactly told everyone about seeing that woman again. And I definitely didn't tell them that she is the one who got the both of us out of there. How could I explain that to them when I couldn't even wrap my own mind around it?

She was a killer. I all but watched her stare down a man and kill him in cold blood. Why would someone like that save me instead of killing me? Why would she listen to reason when I convinced her not to kill Jeremiah. And was she really his sister? He seemed pretty convinced that she was but she wasn't buying it.

But if that was true then I had a clue as to how to identify her. But the whole team was about to find out the single fact from New York that I was trying to hide.

"Mind if I take a shot at him?" I questioned shoving my hands into my pockets. Matty looked at me and then turned her gaze to Jack briefly.

"Are you really up for that?" She asked. I nodded in return causing her to sigh.

"Alright but I'm going in there with you," Jack said sternly. I agreed and soon we were at his interrogation room.

Jeremiah looked at us for a moment once we entered. After he stared at me for a moment a look of realization came to him. He chuckled shaking his head.

"Figures that my dear sister lied to me," he said to me. Jack eyed me but stayed quiet.

"You know that's funny," I responded crossing my arms carefully over my chest so that I didn't wince from the pull at my ribs. "She seemed very surprised to even find out she was your sister."

"She is quite the actress," Jeremiah smirked at me. I stopped for a moment to pull the chair out that was across the table from him. I took a seat and leaned towards him.

"You called her Jessica," I said, "got a last name to go with that?"

"Are you telling me you let her get away?" The man laughed, "you take me in but you just let the assassin run free?"

"I kinda had to prioritize," I shrugged.

"Are you sure it wasn't those sparkling eyes of hers," he raised an eyebrow at me, "You do realize she is a trained killer, right? And she's been trained to do a lot more than aim a gun and pull a trigger."

"Mac," Jack gently said my name from where he stood leaned against the wall by the door. He gestured with his head for me to come with him so I got up and together we left the room.

"What?" I questioned, "he was just about to tell me everything."

"What the hell is he talking about in there?" Jack protested sternly.

I sighed. I knew I was going to have to spill the beans sooner or later. In that moment Riley, Bozer, and Matty all appeared as well. Clearly they had been watching the conversation from the war room because they were all listening intently for my answer to Jack's question.

"Ok so maybe I left a small detail out from New York," I said, "the woman... the assassin we caught who escaped... she was there."

"Mac!" Riley threw her hands up in disbelief, "that's not something you can just leave out."

"Yeah man," Bozer chimed in, "that's kind of a key detail."

"I know and I'm sorry," I sighed, "but I didn't know how to tell you."

"How to tell us what exactly?" Jack snapped clearly angered with the situation, "that you just let a cold blooded killer walk away from you?"

"No. Well I mean, yes, but-," I stopped looking at all of them, "Jeremiah wasn't after me. He was after her. I didn't see him as I ran after her as well and he ended up catching the both of us."

"This still doesn't explain why you just let her walk away," Matty quickly cut in with a stern look.

"I lied," I confessed after a deep breath, "I didn't get the jump on Jeremiah to free myself. It was her. She got herself out, then she got me out."

"You're not saying that-," Riley stopped mid sentence trying to wrap her mind around what I was saying.

All I could do was nod in return and say, "Yeah. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't be standing here right now."

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Author's Note:

Hey y'all! Hope y'all enjoyed this brief chapter. More will be explained in the coming ones and you will get a better understanding of who Jeremiah is and what he has against Chloe.

I realized that when I started this fanfic that Cage was apart of it. But if it's alright with y'all I'm just going to keep writing it now without her because she's not even apart of the show right now.

Let me know what y'all think! And thank you to all that vote and comment and keep reading even when I take forever to update sometimes!

Much love y'all!

Andra_Chesulloth