God Of War (#2) [MacGyver Fanfic]

Apollo - God of Archery

Heyyyyyy. I am so sorry for this delay in posting. I posted this on Ao3 but never updated here. Um, here you go? I cringe at my writing now because I have definitely improved. Constructive criticism is always welcome! :-)

Mac stared through the gun's scope. If he wasn't in this situation right now, he would call it an absolute beauty. It was a McMillan TAC-50 rifle, and, boy, was it gorgeous. If his whole unit hadn't been destroyed by a bomb, he would have probably gone on a hunting trip with it.

But, he was, and they were. So, he focused on the 'task' at hand until Jack came. In that long emotional speech, you didn't really think there weren't any clues, right?

Bacef Avellaneda. There isn't a language on Earth where that means 'Bye, friend'. But, the man (Asadi Gulrez; his group and him came from Afghanistan to kill people) wasn't paying attention, so Mac slipped Jack a clue. He knew where the base of operations was because of previous experiences. Bacef equals 21356 in the a = 1 cipher code and Avellaneda starts with av , which stands for Avalon Blvd. It isn't Aviation Blvd. or Avenue of the Stars because they do not have addresses with five digits. So, the location is 21356 Avalon Blvd., a police station. Now, here's to hoping that Jack will know what the hell I am talking about and find me - before anyone gets killed.

So, all Mac could do was wait. The target was basically just an obstacle in the way of Gulrez's plans to assassinate someone that Mac didn't know. "You do not need to know; it's useless!" was his exact words.

Of course, Mac wasn't going to do it. But, as the minutes passed by, he wondered if Jack was even coming. Maybe the clue was too complicated. Maybe Jack couldn't escape...

Static came from his comm, "Target on route. Be prepared."

Mac sighed, "Copy. Any alternative to this?"

A longer static filled his ear, "I think you know the answer. Remember who we have."

The former sniper sighed again even harder and wanted to throw a tantrum. This isn't fair! Jack was being held by terrorists, and he was about to shoot someone!

His thoughts were interrupted, as there was motion on another roof. He looked closer with his scope and, after seeing, wanted to have the power to fly. Jack, Gulrez, and the target were all on the roof. What is happening?

Jack was holding his ribs; Mac was probably right before. One or more was most likely broken. He and the target were in handcuffs while Gulrez pointed a gun at both of them.

His comm crackled, "Kill the target, or I kill your brother."

Oh. That was the reason. "What if I just kill you?"

Mac saw the smile on Gulrez's face, "Because I am wearing a bomb vest. If anything that I don't like happens, all I have to do is signal one of my men to trigger the bomb. If I am too dead to do so, this beautiful machine cannot feel my heartbeat, and it will automatically detonate."

Realization dawned on Mac. That was why Jack was taken with him. He was going to be used as leverage. Sure, he was used as motivation before, but, this way, someone had to die. No one could rush back to a building Jack would be at. If Jack was in a random building, he would at least be away from the bomb. Instead, he died if anything bad happened, automatically, 100%. This sucks.

A sigh came from the comm, "What are you waiting for?"

Mac squirmed. He didn't know what to do. He had to kill someone in cold blood. But, it was for Jack. But it was cold blood. But, Jack was his brother and partner! Why am I even contemplating this?

Mac was frozen. His finger rested on the trigger, ready to push down. But, he wasn't going to take this lightly. Before he could decide anything, a shot rang out and Gulrez was on the floor.

No, no, no, no, no! This can't be happening. No. No way. There was blood seeping on the roof from a shot in Gulrez's chest...

No pulse. No pulse. No pulse. This can't be happening!

As Mac watched through the scope, Jack knocked out the target and bent down to Gulrez. Probably hell on his ribs. He got the comm out of the man's ear and put it in after knocking the terrorist out, not letting him signal anyone, "Mac, buddy, what do I do? I need to know ASAP. His pulse is weak."

Mac pushed all thoughts aside except the information needed to save everyone's life at this exact moment. Bombs connected to pulse. Sensor. Movement trigger? Can it be taken off? The former EOD remembered his training that included these types of things.

Mac took a deep breath, "Okay, Jack, I can walk you through this. The sensor to this bomb is right above Gulrez's heart, tracking his pulse even if he runs a marathon. The problem is that it will detonate the moment his pulse is gone. So, very carefully and quickly, to the next beat of the heart, you have to slide your wrist under the vest to replace the pulse. Now, it is going to hurt like hell, but I am going to run there the second your wrist is in place. I can't leave now because I have to guide you though, okay?"

Jack nodded, "Alright. But, kid, what are the chances of this working, if any?"

Mac bit his bottom lip nervously, "I have no idea. This is completely new territory; terrorists didn't have this type of tech in the Middle East."

Jack nodded, "Well, I trust you. And there is no one else I would rather be with before my lights go out."

Mac smiled, "Same here. But, before his pulse goes away, how about we get started?"

Jack nodded and they got started. It was complicated, and they had a near explosion when Gulrez's gunshot decided to bleed more, but it ended well. Physically, at least. Mentally, with the whole secret thing, well, Mac was unsure how they were.

After giving an extraordinary story to Matty about a kidnapping, a random sniper, and a terrorist, it was all cleaned up. But, she probably knew anyway. Matty knew every secret in the government, especially if it is one of her own agent.

So, that is how Mac and Jack stood there. In Mac's house, the biggest elephant in the room since the discovery of the elephant.

Jack spoke first, a look of concern on his face, "You okay?"

Mac pondered the answer, "I don't know."

Jack smiled and gave his partner the biggest hug a delta could give, "Let me know when you want to talk about it. In the meantime, Die Hard and warm beer?"

Mac gave a small smile back, "As long as it isn't anything close to Full Metal Jacket, I'm in."

Jack nodded and got everything set up. By the middle of the movie, Mac was practically lying in Jack's lap.

The younger man fell asleep, giving time to Jack to ponder. He'll be okay, and that is all that matters. You can't change the past, and you sure as hell do not have to change the future as a result of said past. I don't care about what happened in Mac's life if he doesn't want to tell me; we are brothers no matter what. And that was definitive.

As Mac snuggled further into his blanket, sighing softly, Jack knew it would be alright.

I hope you enjoyed this train wreck! Man, am I self-deprecating... Okay! So, I haven't written a sequel to this. The hopeful answer is that I will get working on one. The reality, however, is that I have college courses that need to be completed. Soooooooo... Maybe I'll create a sequel with Riley finding out? Who knows... Not me! Thank you so much for taking the time to read this. See you later?