Point of no Return - A MacGyver FanFiction

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Jack(s) wrote: Wed May 27, 2020 12:18 am you can't. it's always there. you just learn to live with it
How true... unfortunately I know the feeling...
The stuff is already there. I just find a different way to use it.
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Re: Point of no Return - A MacGyver FanFiction

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Mac is on the loose, Pete is trying to cover his tail... Now what? Again be warned of a little cliffhanger...

Part 6

The five-hour drive along the coast highway had given MacGyver a lot of time to think. Had it been any normal occasion, he certainly would have enjoyed watching the beautiful scenery of the California coast passing by on this cool but sunny day. But after being truly focused on escaping the safe house and getting on his way north throughout the morning, now as he sat alone in the Jeep his thoughts had started wandering again. The memories and emotions had come back.

Mac had turned off his car phone soon after leaving the marina, mainly the save the battery charge for later, but shortly after that he had realized he didn´t want to receive any calls anyway. Most likely Pete would have tried to reach him after they had noticed his disappearance. He would have ordered Mac to abort his plan to find the shipment, would have told him to come back to Los Angeles.

Mac had known it would have been useless. He hadn´t been in the mood to talk to Pete anyway. Not yet. Not before he had finished his task to make sure there was enough solid evidence to get a handle on the cartel and expose them. Then he would call in for backup. And have those men face justice. He had to prove he was able to do his job to Pete and, to be honest, to himself.

After last evening´s events he now understood what Dr. Beattie really had meant when she had encouraged him to find a way to deal with the emotions rather than suppress them. He had been denying them in order to be able to push on. He had been deceiving himself and the people around him.

Somewhere along the way all the terror left behind from being tortured, all the desperation left behind from being captured and helpless had turned into anger. As soon as he hadn´t been a helpless, weakened prisoner anymore, he had wanted to act. Pete had slowed him down. MacGyver was now sure Pete had seen through him and had realized what had been going on, better than he had realized it himself. But his anger had already redirected at Pete and had mounted over the last days – until yesterday evening.

Again Pete had held him back. MacGyver was now sorry for his outburst, for the way he had acted, for how he had yelled at Pete. He owed Pete a huge apology for it. Pete had been right. That whole conversation had gone wrong. Completely. But Mac also felt a sting to his heart. Pete telling him that he was not back to his own self and his abilities had hurt badly and it still did.

Pete doubted his mental strength? A few days ago Mac would have probably agreed, though he would never have admitted it to anyone, not even Pete, not even himself. He remembered the icy cold that had run down his spine when he had visited Chen in the prison. He had doubted himself at that moment. But up until his emotional collapse yesterday Mac had refused to believe it.

Being obligated to acknowledge all his carefully bottled-up emotions, that had forced their way to the surface last evening, had also allowed him to clear his mind. And being able to think straight again had made him more stable. Having long hours to reflect on everything while driving had made him aware. Aware of the sore and weak spots that were still there, aware of the physical and mental scars the torture had left him with, aware of the strength he had regained. Now, after hours, MacGyver had accepted that he would never again be the man he had been before the torture. The three weeks of pain, fear and desperation and all that had happened during his recovery in the underground infirmary had altered him.

MacGyver had stopped in a small town along the coast highway to refuel his Jeep rather than in one of the larger cities. He was sure Pete knew about his escape from the safe house and had set out to search for him by now. It was highly likely that Pete had asked the police to look for him and his Jeep. There was no need to make it too easy to find him. He was getting close to his destination. MacGyver would allow no one to stop him or hold him back now.


MacGyver slowed down the Jeep along the last turns of the coast highway before he would reach the cartel´s land. He had seen a vista point located soon after his destination on the satellite picture and he planned to drive by slowly and park at the vista point. The sun was shining up here as well as in Los Angeles but it was also cool and windy. He was grateful that he had put on his leather jacket.

It was already early afternoon when Mac reached the last bend and got his first glance at the property. MacGyver let his Jeep roll by it just fast enough so it wouldn´t arouse any suspicion and headed for the parking lot of the viewpoint. Thankfully there were not too many other visitors around. He remained sitting in the car for a few moments, thinking about what he knew so far. The land ownership stretched out on both sides of the coast highway, completely surrounded by a state park. There were no other houses within one mile; the area was quite secluded – apart from the vantage point. Perfect, if someone needed a place to do things no one else was supposed to notice and that someone didn´t like being disturbed.

Mac hadn´t seen too much of it yet. There was one gate for access from the highway. A dam and high trees along the street had blocked his view almost completely. After another intense look at the satellite photo MacGyver reached for his binoculars and got out of his Jeep. Looking around in all directions he tried to get a feeling for the place fast. Casually walking to the rim, where a slope descended to a rocky cliff that reached down to the ocean, he tried to mimic the few tourists around.

He had no way of knowing if someone on the cartel´s land was surveilling the vista point. If they did, he was most possibly in trouble. The cartel knew him; they knew his face; they knew he meant trouble for them. They had already sent someone to shoot at him… They wouldn´t hesitate to give killing him another attempt if they got to know he was here.

Slowly, carefully taking in every detail MacGyver let his gaze wander over the hills up country from the coast highway. They were covered with dried up weeds and grass. Mac could see only a few bushes and trees, mostly in the valleys between the hills. There was as good as no cover to hide anything and no structures or buildings to be seen. Mac took a closer look at some places with his field glasses, but still, nothing caught his attention.

Turning sea-side Mac took a few steps away from his Jeep. There was a ridge blocking his view to the central area of the property and it´s crest was covered with trees and dense thicket. The rocky cliff at the bottom of the slope was several yards high. MacGyver sat down on the rail and used his binoculars again. The slopes he could see were partly overgrown with bushes and trees, but there was no fence visible. There was enough cover that, with a little luck, he should be able to get inside the property and close to the main area from this side unseen.

Mac had dropped his binoculars for a moment to think about the best possible route from tree to tree when something dark between the rocks a few yards above water level caught his eye. Another look through his field glasses allowed him to identify an opening in the rock face, probably the entrance to a sea cave. Nothing too unusual to this part of the California coastline but the rope hanging down from a beam installed on the roof of the cave opening had Mac´s attention instantly.

A pulley? he thought. A landing place?

There were underwater rocks close to the cliffs almost everywhere around, but this part seemed to be free of them. A small boat would be able to get close to the rock face, so they could pull up their goods. How deep did that cave go? Did it have another opening on the other side of that ridge? MacGyver´s interest spiked. He pulled out the satellite picture and compared it to what he had seen so far. I didn´t show too much detail, only hints of where buildings might be. So he had to go and see for himself. Mac returned to the Jeep, left picture and binoculars inside, locked the car and waited until he was alone on the parking lot.

As soon as everyone else was gone, he walked to the end of the parking lot and quickly descended some yards down the slope, so he wouldn´t be seen from the street anymore. MacGyver ran across the bend of the slope trying to get to the cover of the trees on the opposite side as quickly as possible. He crouched down in the shadows and cautiously worked his way up to the crest of the ridge.

He was already on enemy territory now, so all his senses were on high alert. Being warned by all the high-end security he had seen around their buildings on the harbor, Mac was watchful for any surveillance cameras or guards. But to his surprise there was nothing. Up here, way off any cities the cartel seemed to feel safe. Or was he on the wrong track after all? Would he find anything else but a secluded house?

When MacGyver reached the crest he kept as low as he possibly could while he got his first good look at the central area. In front of him lay another small valley and beyond it a plain only a little lower than the highway. He could see the roof and some parts of walls of the main house at a distance on that plain, but most of it was hidden by trees. One car was parked close to the house, so most possibly someone was around. He had to take a closer look.

With a sideways glance down to the valley he got up, took a few steps and froze again. At the bottom of the valley he noticed two wooden sheds, one smaller, the other one relatively big and equipped with a chimney. Between them was a sandy space with two trucks parked there and a narrow dirt road leading away from it. He had seen that road on the picture but no clue to those buildings. For a little while he stood still observing the place, checking for any activity down there. All was quiet.

His mind went to high speed. Was the possible other end of the cave he had seen also down there? The parked trucks indicated that something was to be moved soon. The drugs and weapons? Was the shipment already there or were they awaiting it?

Focusing back on the main house MacGyver quickly crossed the next slope under the cover of trees and bushes until he reached the edge of the plain. Crouching down again he tried to get as close to the house as possible without being spotted. Just as he readied himself for a sprint across the clearing close to this side of the house, he heard a car turn off the highway and drive around the house.

Mac dropped to the ground behind the thicket covering him at once and lay perfectly still. He was way too close to get away unseen. He could only watch and wait now. The car parked next to the other one, right on the clearing that he had intended to cross only seconds earlier.

Two men, both Chinese, got out of the sedan. MacGyver recognized one of them from the dossiers Willis had provided him with. It was David Lee, one of the top men of the cartel in California and also part of the syndicate that had held him captive. Mac instantly felt his adrenaline level rise. Three other men emerged from the house, only one of them Asian. Mac also knew his face from the files. Tian Chen. He was Dan Ni Chen´s brother. The three greeted David Lee and his driver at once.

MacGyver didn´t dare to move only a bit. He even managed to keep his breathing shallow.

Five armed men only a few feet away… If they notice, I´m here, I´m as good as dead…

But being this close, he could hear and understand every word they said. Chen spoke up first after their greeting.

“Do you have any news from L.A.?” he asked.

“Unfortunately yes.” Lee nodded. “Our attempt to get rid of MacGyver has failed, as you know. I´ve been notified, that Thornton had him secured somewhere out of sight, but regarding all their activities in the morning they seem to be in trouble. Thornton seems to be searching for MacGyver.”

“They´ve lost track of their own man?” Chen chuckled sarcastically. “I´d like to help them search. But if I find him first, MacGyver won´t return in one piece.”

The cold anger of his voice and his words made Mac´s blood freeze at once.

“We´ve got more important things to take care of!” Lee scolded. “You can carry out your wish for revenge later… Thanks to Thornton and MacGyver the DEA is more interested in us again. We have to make sure that the distribution of our shipment runs smooth. Everything has to be prepared for tonight. It´s possible that we also have possession of the DEA´s new detection device by then.”

MacGyver´s thoughts ran wild in his hideout. Pete was searching for him… The DEA was attempting to carry out his plan of baiting the cartel on their own… The shipment was to be distributed tonight… He saw Chen nod.

“Everything is stored safely under the lab.” he said, still tense with anger. “The delivery from the boat last night was no problem. The vans are here already.”

Some pieces of the puzzle clicked into place in MacGyver´s mind. So the drugs and weapons were already here. The cave opening he had seen from the vantage point really was their landing place. But under the lab? One of the sheds in the valley had to be that lab. But what kind of lab? The trucks he had spotted were meant to transfer the goods to other depots of the cartel or even their customers…

He had to get down to the sheds fast. He had to find the shipment. He had to hinder its distribution. Or at least slow it down until he could call for backup…

“Good.” he heard Lee agree. “Now let´s better get inside. You can ready the trucks later. We can´t act until dawn anyway.”

MacGyver hardly suppressed a sigh. He watched the five men enter the house one after another and remained still until he couldn´t see any more movement behind the windows. Then he allowed his head to drop to the ground for a moment and puffed out a deep breath. Carefully he slid back a little before rising to his hands and knees. Mac had a watchful eye on the house while he got up on his feet and backed off. Crouched low he ran off to the edge of the plain in the shadow of the trees. He waited a little while on the upper end of the slope, observing the trucks and the sheds, making sure he wouldn´t bump into someone he hadn´t noticed before.

MacGyver quickly descended the slope after confirming that everything was quiet down there. He ran for the closer, smaller shed and hid in its shadow, close to the wall, keeping the shed between himself and the main house. Again he froze for a few seconds and listened for any signals that his presence had been discovered. When all remained still, Mac loosened up a bit.

Slowly, cautiously he walked around the shed, keeping his back to the wooden walls, searching for a door. He found it next to a window on the side facing the trucks and the parking space between the sheds. As it was unlocked, Mac quickly slid inside. Looking around in the dim light he found himself in a small workshop. He saw several shovels, pickaxes, a compressor and a sledgehammer. All tools were suitable for serious and deep digging. One corner of the shed held a number of metal containers and cans with engine oil, engine coolant and fuel for compressor and trucks. MacGyver made a quick mental inventory and then sneaked outside again. This was obviously no lab and it had a solid clay floor, nothing could be hidden under it – the lab had to be the other building.

But first he had to take a look at the trucks. If he could somehow disable them, those guys couldn´t move the shipment away as planned. Mac hurried across the clear space to the vehicles and first checked their loading space through a window at the back end of each van. He found them all empty, and also all doors locked. Unfortunately that implied he also couldn´t open the hoods, reach the engines and disable them. He could only try to cut the coolant or break fluid lines from under the vehicles. But that wouldn´t prevent the engines from starting and the trucks from getting away. He would have no way to tell where and when the trucks would finally fail. Also the spilled out fluids would leave clearly visible stains on the dried out ground. Those men would know that someone had been here way to fast. He had to think of another way…

MacGyver concentrated on the other building. The door was secured with a padlock that he quickly picked open with the help of his Swiss army knife. With a look over both shoulders to make sure he was still alone he sneaked into the large wooden shed and closed the door behind him. Mac froze impressed by what he saw when he turned around.


From outside this shed looked like another workshop, but from what he recognized at first sight, he was standing inside a high-tech chemistry lab. Slowly he strode around the room, trying to identify what the equipment was meant to enable. A closet with glass doors caught his eye. It was filled with glass bottles of all sizes. Mac read the inscriptions on the labels, checking if any of those might be useful to him, but froze in the midst of the closet. He had just found some of the substances that had been part of the torture drug they had used on him. A cold shiver ran down his spine as some haunting memories of this terrifying experience surfaced.

MacGyver shook off the thoughts quickly and forced himself to continue his way around the lab. The purpose of it was soon clear to him. It provided everything needed for refining drugs – especially opium to heroin – but Mac was pretty sure they worked on designing new drugs as well. Then a trapdoor in the back corner of the room intrigued him. Stepping nearer he noticed the pulley installed right above the door on a sturdy beam below the roof.

MacGyver´s mind went into high gear. They have talked about storage under the lab… The other shed is full of tools for digging… How deep under the lab…? Have they really dug a tunnel to that sea cave…?

Mac kneeled down, cautiously pulled on the handle and opened the trapdoor. He looked into a dark shaft equipped with a ladder on one side. Mac dug into his pocket for his penlight, switched it on and shone the light beam down the shaft. He couldn´t tell how deep it went. With an uncomfortable sigh, holding his fear of heights at bay, he turned and stepped on the ladder. Keeping his penlight in one hand shining downwards Mac climbed down into the darkness.

It took some time until he reached the bottom of the shaft and gazed around with the help of his small light. The trapdoor opening above his head had grown quite small. The tunnel he was in was clearly man-made. It was braced with wooden beams every couple of feet and descended a bit away from the shaft.

MacGyver noticed an opening in the side wall of the tunnel at a little distance. Carefully he went closer to have a look inside and stopped stunned for a second at the opening. A huge room had been carved into the rock, reinforced with sturdy beams. He had found the storage area. And the shipment.

MacGyver slowly walked into the room, taking in the sight of pallets on both sides, all of them stacked with wooden boxes of different sizes, piled up man-high. From the inscriptions on the boxes he could tell he was facing many different kinds of handguns, rifles, ammunition and explosives. Two pallets, one to each side of the entrance carried small packages tightly wrapped up in plastic foil. The packages on one side were of dark brown color, the other ones white.

Mac dug out his Swiss army knife, opened the large blade and cut into one package on each pallet. He identified the substances quickly by smell and taste. The dark one was opium, the white one heroin. He shook his head in disgust of what he had discovered and at the amount of it. It must be worth a fortune on the black market.

When Mac retreated from the room he noticed the dragging marks on the floor of the tunnel. He followed them, descending even further and soon saw a faint light shining around a bend in front of him. The man-made tunnel turned into a natural cave and after a few yards he found himself looking down the cliff, the breaking waves below him. The pulley he had seen through his binoculars was mounted on the cave roof right above him.

MacGyver took a deep breath of fresh sea breeze as he stood there, his mind running on overdrive. Somehow he had to make sure those men didn´t get away. Somehow he had to prevent this shipment from being moved away. The evidence had to stay here for the DEA. The lab had to remain mostly intact, also to support the case concerning his captivity and torture. The trucks needed to be disabled so those guys wouldn´t be able to remove any other evidence that was probably in the main house. And he had to do all that without being noticed or he most likely wouldn´t have a chance of getting out of here alive, let alone telling anyone what he had found out.

Looking up to the vista point where he knew his Jeep was waiting for him, he went through his mental inventory of what he had at hand. While observing the people up there slowly an idea dawned on him, then another…

Dangerous, he thought, but calculated right and timed perfectly it should work…

MacGyver took another deep breath, then turned and hurried back up the tunnel and to the storage room. Upon arriving there he quickly pocketed one of the opium and the heroin packages, just to be sure he´d have something to show to the DEA officials once he would meet them. Then he scanned the inscriptions on the wooden boxes with his eyes. Soon he found what he was looking for. Plastic explosive, detonator caps and timers…

With the help of his Swiss army knife he cautiously pried the boxes open. Mac looked probing at the tunnel roof, made a quick calculation in his head and then grabbed two timers, two detonator caps and just as much plastic as he would need. He went back into the tunnel, crouched down, assembled two small explosive charges with the help of his duct tape and set the timers to seven minutes. In the beam of his penlight he double-checked all the connections and the set-up. MacGyver planted the charges between the reinforcement beams and the cave roof a few feet up and down from the storage.

Once again his long experience in disarming and sometimes building bombs came in handy. Mac only wanted the tunnel to collapse a few feet to either side of the storage area. He didn´t intend to blow up the whole cave or the shipment. He just needed enough damage so the drugs and the weapons weren´t accessible anymore. The DEA would have enough time to dig for them. The cartel hadn´t.

After a last look to make sure everything was set up correctly, MacGyver started both timers and ran off for the shaft. He climbed up the ladder in a hurry while his mind was already working on how to disable the trucks.

The doors were locked, the engines out of reach, he recalled. But what about the tires? What about getting them to burst? Or even better to burn? So that no one would dare to touch them for a while?

As soon as he had reached the surface, Mac let his gaze wander around the lab. Empty glass bottles, corks that would fit, a lab coat… He went over to the shelf that held the chemicals required for refining opium to heroin. Reading all the labels he found distilled water, high concentrated ethanol, a jar with citric acid and finally several bottles of acetic anhydride. He picked up one of those, screwed it open and tested the smell. The sharp odor wasn´t all too pleasant but Mac was satisfied. He closed the bottle, grabbed another one and set them down on the work bench. Then he retrieved four empty bottles with matching corks and the lab coat.

With the help of his Swiss army knife he cut four stripes of fabric off the lab coat and hung them into the empty bottles so they would act as a fuse. Careful he picked up the bottles with the acetic anhydride and poured it into the empty bottles, cautious not to get any drop of the corrosive fluid on his fingers. Then he corked up the bottles and put the rest of the chemical back into the shelf. He nodded to himself and picked up two of the bottles with each hand.

This should be enough to set the rubber of the tires on fire.

Just inside the lab door he glanced at his watch and confirmed his mental countdown of the bombs in the tunnel. Enough time to disable the vans and get away over the rim…

MacGyver memorized the location of the vehicles, set down two of the bottles, took a deep breath to steel himself for his task and reached for the door handle. Slowly, cautiously he opened it only a small crack and froze instantly. He could hear muffled voices. He felt the adrenaline rush into his veins.

Aw, man! Haven´t they talked about readying the trucks later?

What had felt like a comfortable amount of time for his escape only moments ago suddenly seemed to shrink into seconds. If his planned escape route was still available… Opening the door a few more inches MacGyver listened intensely. He tried to place the voices according to his mental plan of the small area. He tried to count them.

Three. Two of them at the workshop, another one behind the van that was further away. Mac could see his feet. He calculated his chances of getting away unseen running up the slope. The part of it that he would have to cross was almost clear of any cover. The trees and bushes started to grow as far away as the workshop was.

MacGyver sighed.

He would provide a perfectly visible target. Even when running at his fastest, they would have plenty of time and room to shoot him. All the five men had been armed when he had seen them near the house. There was no indication to hope that this had changed. Mentally turning seaside Mac recalled the valley beyond the lab shed. It ended some thirty yards behind the shed in a vertical rocky cliff reaching down to the Pacific Ocean, with several underwater rocks close to the cliff. This was also no option for a hurried escape with the risk of falling into the water.

Which left only one other route. The tunnel to the cave. With his bombs already ticking down in the dark.

Mac took a deep breath. All his thoughts had lasted only seconds but felt like an eternity. He took another look at his watch. They would hear the glass bottles breaking. They would go after him. If he wanted to survive this, he had to get the timing right. Mac started counting down mentally. He had to get past the explosives before they blew up and blocked the tunnel, so that he could get away but the explosions would prevent the men from following him.

MacGyver reached into his pocket for some matches. He had to aim at the far-away van first. Maybe, just maybe they would focus on the truck first, and he could gain a few seconds. MacGyver glanced outside, struck a match and lit the fabric fuse on two of the bottles. Grabbing one with each hand he got up, took one step outside, aimed quickly and threw them one after another fast. Both bottles hit their mark on the rims of the front and rear tires, broke apart, spilled the liquid inside and set the tires ablaze instantly.

The muffled voices died in the same moment only to be followed by agitated shouts the blink of an eye later. Mac had already ducked behind the door again, and was lighting the remaining two incendiary bombs. When he got up and pushed the door open to throw them, the three men had reached the burning truck. Just as Mac threw the third bottle, they noticed his movement and where he was. In the same second as he had hurled the last one and set the second van on fire, they started shooting at him.

MacGyver instinctively dropped down, rolled inside the shed with bullets whizzing by closely and barely managed to shut the door. He stayed on the ground while bullets still hit the wooden walls. Once the shooting had stopped, he stood up quickly and blocked the door with a large broom that he threaded through the door´s handle and braced it against the doorframe. Then he turned to the shaft and climbed down into the darkness as fast as he could.

His mental countdown told him to hurry or the charges he had planted would block his way out. Or bury him.

Once his feet touched the bottom of the shaft he reached for his penlight, turned it on and started running with all the energy he had left simultaneously.

Only a few seconds and counting…

MacGyver was still desperately dashing down the tunnel for his life when the deafening noise of the blasts and the shockwaves of the explosions hit him from behind in almost the same blink of an eye. He felt himself getting thrown forward with incredible force and had hardly enough time to wrap his arms around his head to protect it from the flying debris, before he was crushed against the tunnel wall and one of the beams at the next bend. The impact drove the air out of his lungs; his head, shoulder and torso collided with something hard.

Mac dropped to the ground dazed, rolled over helpless with the momentum and slid down the tunnel a few feet before his limp body stopped moving. For a moment he lay there breathing hard, trying to push back the pain and the vertigo but within the next one the darkness took over and he passed out.

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Re: Point of no Return - A MacGyver FanFiction

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Hello bluegirl,
Only briefly on the edge: For my part, I can forgive, but not forget (not always easy, but that´s how I am) Sorry , that was very personal now.

Thank you. Another exciting continuation.
This end, :shock: oh my God. My heart beats to the neck with excitement (as always when it comes to RDA :oops: :oops: :oops: :oops: )
Please continue very quickly.
Where do you get this fantasy from? Have you ever thought of writing a screenplay?

I´m looking forward to the next chapter.

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Re: Point of no Return - A MacGyver FanFiction

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Oh, man, this was a breathtaking chapter, bluegirl! Many good details make it so believable and real. Now we have to wait to find out what happens to Mac. This is definitely teaching me patience...... :D :D : :roll: :roll:

Thank you for your efforts and for a gripping adventure!
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Re: Point of no Return - A MacGyver FanFiction

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Many, many thanks for your applause - I really appreciate it!

:D :D :D :D

Four more parts to go - the next one is due on saturday! Some excitement is still to come...
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thx Bluegirl. the pace is picking up a bit which is nice to read and the details gives me a movie in my head. but your commercials suck. 😂

that's a job well done on another chapter and I am looking forward to Saturday. take care and stay safe
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Jack(s) wrote: Thu May 28, 2020 5:34 pm thx Bluegirl. the pace is picking up a bit which is nice to read and the details gives me a movie in my head. but your commercials suck. 😂

that's a job well done on another chapter and I am looking forward to Saturday. take care and stay safe
Concerning the movie - that property does exist in real life. I had an idea in my head of what I wanted to do and Google Earth allowed me to do some 'location scouting'. It even had satellite pictures out of the ´90ies for me. So I kind of drew all the ways of all the characters on a satellite map... That made it easier for me to turn it into a movie in my head and write it down as such...

Concerning the 'commercials' - Don´t you like a good cliffhanger??? :lol: :lol: :lol:
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😂😂😂 don't mind the cliffhanger. just the waiting time from 3 days... 😋

and I know what you mean with the research and movie ect. that's kinda how it works for me and my FF...
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So, Mac got caught by his own MacGyverism - is he okay? :shock:
And where´s Pete?

Part 7

The ringing in his ears and the throbbing in his head were the first thing, MacGyver noticed as he slowly regained consciousness. With his eyes still closed he did a quick mental check-up of his body. His shoulder and ribs also hurt badly form the impact. He was lying on his back on the cold, rocky floor of the tunnel, but felt nothing pressing on him or holding him down.

At least I´m not buried, he thought.

Cautiously he raised one hand and put it to his aching head, touching something damp and sticky behind his ear. Moaning MacGyver rolled over to his side and blinked his eyes open. The smell of the burnt explosives hung in the air along with enough dust to block his view. He couldn´t have been out for more than a few minutes. Mac noticed his penlight lying close by and reached out for it. He pointed it upwards along the tunnel and saw it blocked with rocks of different sizes and rubble only a few feet away from where he was lying. He sighed with relief, but only a moment later realized that the men were still out there, that he still had to get away and call for backup.

Groaning because of his aching body and fighting back a sudden wave of dizziness MacGyver slowly pushed himself up and rose to his feet. Steadying himself with the help of the tunnel wall he walked on downwards while looking out for further damage, mindful that his explosions might have destabilized other parts of the cave as well. Soon he sensed the fresh ocean air and the light coming in from the cave entrance. He turned his penlight off and pocketed it as he reached the end of the cave.

Mac approached the edge cautiously, listening closely. He didn´t know yet if the men had chosen to follow him over the ridge or to try and save their trucks. He hoped for the latter. MacGyver peered upwards along the cliff first, trying to make sure he was alone.

Then he looked down and his well-known fear of heights kicked in at the same very second. Holding on to the cave wall with one hand, fighting back a sudden vertigo, Mac let his eyes scan the rock face for a possible climbing route sideways and downwards to a less steep part of the shore closer to the vista point. He could climb up that slope on the opposite side much easier and faster. Once he had reached the Jeep, he would call in the cops, the DEA and Pete and get some distance between himself and the cartel´s men.

They wouldn´t try to shoot me in broad daylight while there were tourists up on the vista point, would they? Mac tried to reassure himself.

MacGyver swallowed hard as he looked down to the breaking waves again. At least he had the rope from the pulley to somehow secure his climb. When he reached out for the hanging rope, his bruised shoulder protested wildly. Mac tried to ignore it and looked up probing at the beam which held the pulley. The loop at the end of the rope was fixed on a seemingly sturdy hook.

If all this had been solid enough to hoist up a shipment of the size I have seen, it should be strong enough to carry my weight… But the hurting shoulder isn´t gonna make it any easier…

The lower end of the rope was just above water level at the moment, only a few yards too short to be able to reach the shore with its help as he had to take a diagonal route. He would have to free climb the last part of it. Terrific. MacGyver took a deep breath, turned around, wrapped the rope around his back and made sure he had a good grip with his good hand on it, before he started his way down the cliff.

He had only managed to pass a few feet downwards and sideways when he came to a small ledge. The rock surface was getting slippery and he had to rely more on the rope from here on. He found it more and more difficult to get a good grip on the rocks with his injured arm. Carefully he eased himself around the ledge until he was almost under the overhang.

Just then everything happened within the blink of an eye. One of MacGyver´s feet slipped on slick surface, and he wanted to steady himself with his hand, but this wounded shoulder couldn´t support his weight. Desperately trying to avoid falling he shifted his weight fully to the rope and tightened his grip on it with his good hand. His adrenaline shot up even higher when he felt a sudden jerk on his lifeline.

Looking up he saw the beam become dislodged off its mounting and the hook break free of the wooden beam. At once all tension on the rope was gone. He had no time to react before he felt himself falling back-first towards the waves. The fall itself seemed to happen in slow-motion, yet the impact on the water and the icy Pacific Ocean swallowing him came with a sudden shock.

MacGyver held his breath out of reflex when he felt himself going underwater, but the sudden cold stunned him. It took seconds before he opened his eyes, started to move and swim to the surface. Relieved that he hadn´t hit any hidden underwater rocks, and the beam had hit the water a few feet to his side, he fought his way up. Mac came up in the midst of the rolling waves gasping for air. He had let go of the rope at the moment he had sensed himself falling and now felt lucky, that he had not entangled himself into it underwater. Looking around he tried to reorient himself, when the next breaking wave caught him and carried him towards the cliff.

Before he could counter, he hit the rock hard. A red-hot pain shot through his already injured shoulder and head and his vision blurred. Dazed from the impact, MacGyver was unable to act and sunk underwater again. Only a sudden hurt in his back revived him when the next wave threw him against the cliff once more.

He realized in a flash that he was drowning and started swimming desperately, with all his energy left. His leather jacket seemed to be getting heavier and stiffer with every stroke, but once he had broken through the surface again, he headed for the shore, ignoring his protesting shoulder and back, willing away the throbbing in his head, focused on breathing and surviving.

MacGyver barely made it through the waves to the small, rocky shore and crawled out of the water on his hands and knees, coughing up water. Once he was on dry ground he allowed himself to collapse, gasping for air, striving to calm his breath, shivering with the cold from his soaked clothes. He lay there quiet for some moments and rested, knowing that this shore was almost totally hidden from view from the cartel´s property above.

When Mac turned to lie on his back he saw black smoke rising over the ridge.

Good. The tires are still burning.

It felt like an eternity since he had set the trucks on fire, but thinking about it, he realized it had happened only minutes ago. Then something else caught MacGyver´s attention.

Sirens. Police sirens.

They were hardly audible over the rushing waves and the wind. But they were heading for the property he had just fled from. Mac´s senses were on high alert in the blink of an eye.

What the heck? How? Why?

Still trembling from the cold MacGyver rose up and hurried to climb the slope towards the cartel´s land. If the cops were already there, he had to take advantage of the situation. He had just passed the lower, rocky part of the slope and reached the overgrown part when he noticed another sound from above.

A helicopter.

Instinctively Mac rushed to crouch down in the shadow of the closest tree so he wouldn´t be visible from above. Gazing upwards he waited for the helicopter to come into sight. He flinched when he heard gunshots from the other side of the ridge and saw the chopper fly out over the ocean, obviously trying to get out of the range of the bullets. Mac got a first good look at it as it circled back towards the property some moments later. It was white with a blue sign on both sides behind the doors.

MacGyver recognized it instantly. The helicopter belonged to the Phoenix Foundation. He didn´t have to see through the chopper´s windows to know who was inside. MacGyver held his breath. Pete!

Despite his jumbled feelings towards his best friend and boss since yesterday Mac felt a wave of relief wash through him. He felt his body relax, closed his eyes for a moment and puffed out the breath he´d been holding. The gunfire behind the ridge had ceased, and the helicopter approached to land on the property.

Realizing that his situation probably wasn´t all too tense anymore, MacGyver slowly got up and continued his way to the crest. With the adrenaline rush now ebbing away, all his bruises made themselves known again. His head, his back and his ribs were throbbing, his lungs still aching from almost drowning and a stabbing pain shot through his shoulder every time he had to move or raise his arm. It didn´t feel as if anything was broken, nevertheless Mac was exhausted and trembling from the cold of his wet clothes and the wind when he finally, some minutes later reached the crest.

Aware that the situation on the cartel´s land might not be settled entirely, he remained cautious and paused keeping low in the cover of a few trees and bushes. From up here, right above the workshop and the lab he could oversee almost the whole property. MacGyver´s eyes scanned the territory, taking in every detail of the situation.

The helicopter had landed on a clearing at a small distance to the main house. The sirens he had heard, but were quiet now, seemed to belong to three usual looking sedans with flashing blue lights behind the windscreens. One of them was blocking the road between the highway and the main house; two were parked in front of the lab and the burning vans, one of them also blocking the road that led away from that parking space. Up around the main house everything seemed quiet, whereas between the sheds, the trucks and the sedans he could make out several men, he had never seen before. As one of them turned his back to MacGyver he could read the DEA inscription on his jacket and nodded to himself.

So Pete has brought the DEA along… but where´s Pete?

Mac slowly got up on his feet, observing how the DEA agents arrested and handcuffed the cartel´s men one after another and lined them up kneeling on the far side of the parking space. Mac looked up to the helicopter and recognized Jonas standing next to it, guarding it. MacGyver had just begun to think about the best and most secure way for him to reveal his presence to the DEA men when he spotted Pete in the still slightly chaotic situation between the burning trucks, the lab and the DEA vehicles. He was talking to some DEA official.

MacGyver sighed, ran a hand through his wet hair and started walking down the slope along the edge of the thicket. Pete would keep the DEA agents from shooting him at once when he would turn up out of nowhere. He had to move down carefully, step by step, because he was still a little unsteady on his feet and shivering from the cold.

Suddenly he stopped, realizing that the DEA had four men lined up and cuffed with three agents guarding them.

Where´s number five? Who´s number five?

Mac looked closer and saw Tian Chen missing. His mind went back into high gear.

Aw man… Do they even know that one is missing? I need to tell them fast…

MacGyver took another step, wanted to quicken his pace, but froze again in the next second. At the corner of his eye he had seen something blinking, reflecting the bright sunlight. His head turned and his gaze automatically locked on to that blinking on the edge of the opposite slope, right behind the first tree.

Focusing on the movement Mac saw Chen standing there, a sniper´s rifle complete with riflescope in his hands. The sun was slightly blinking on the front lens of the scope – just enough to unwillingly catch Mac´s attention. Time seemed to slow down to a crawl while Mac´s stomach formed a tight knot. Chen was preparing to fire, picking his aim and adjusting his stance. His body somehow stiffened with shock, only MacGyver´s eyes followed the direction the barrel of Chen´s rifle was pointing at.

Pete… oh, no…

He was alone now, standing between the lab and one of the DEA cars, observing the chaos on the parking space. Mac felt the adrenaline rush into his veins and in the next split second his paralysis loosened. Then everything happened within a flash.

All the pain from his bruises and the cold forgotten, his exhaustion gone, MacGyver ran off as fast as he possibly could.

“Pete!” he shouted at the top of his voice. “Get down! Take cover!”

Mac rushed down the remaining slope and crossed the open space between the trucks, frantically hoping that his shout had distracted Chen long enough so he would have sufficient time to reach Pete. His long legs were covering the distance fast, while he saw Pete turn to him like in slow motion, with a stunned and surprised expression on his face.

The shot rang out in the same very second that he grabbed Pete, crashed into him and pulled him down with him. Instinctively MacGyver had managed to put himself between Pete and the rifle and between Pete and the ground. They hit the ground hard, rolled over with the momentum and slid behind the DEA car.

Again Mac felt a red-hot pain shooting through his shoulder and his back; he had to let go of his hold on Pete. The impact on the ground drove the air out of his aching lungs. When their movement had stopped, Mac lay there dazed, unable to move for a few seconds. He heard men shouting; he heard more gunshots, but then everything was quiet.

A moment later he felt Pete moving at his side and focused again. MacGyver pulled together his last ounces of strength as he sensed Pete turning around and rising to his hands and knees. Mac opened his eyes, turned his head and reached out to him with his good arm, rolling over to Pete and finally holding on to his arm.

“Stay down, willya…” Mac asked hoarsely and coughing. “Are you all right?”

Pete´s expression was still unbelieving as he looked down on MacGyver.

“I am.” he answered slowly. “Thanks to you, I think.”

Pete watched Mac for a moment; he saw him breathing hard, his wet clothes, the bruises on one side of his head. His surprise mixed with concern.

“Maybe I should ask you the same thing…” he continued.

Mac relaxed a bit and attempted a little smile.

“I´m fine… kind of.”

Only the pain in the back of his shoulder was getting worse with every moment, but Mac decided to cope with it for now. Then both heard the DEA men shouting once more, confirming that the sniper – Chen – had been shot and the situation was safe again. Pete stood up first, looked into the direction where Chen had been, where MacGyver had come from and then back at his friend, who had also wearily managed to get back on his feet with the help of the car.

Mac was leaning against that car now, still breathing ragged, trembling with the cold and his face marked with pain. Pete got a first good look at him and his concern turned into deep worry.

“Kind of?” he repeated. “MacGyver, what happened to you? … And where did you all of a sudden come from?”

Mac smiled weakly.

“That´s a long story, Pete.” he replied, reached into his jacket´s pockets and pulled out the opium and heroin packages. He winced at the amount of pain the movement caused in his shoulder and felt a wave of dizziness rush through him. He tried to hide it and held out the packages to Pete.

“But I found what I came for. The DEA will just have to do a little digging to recover the rest of the shipment.”

Pete took them from him silent, and suddenly agent Coleman was next to him.

“What´s that?” he asked.

Pete handed the packages over to him.

“Part of the drug and weapons shipment we assumed to be here… Agent Coleman, meet MacGyver. Mac, this is agent Coleman, head of the team assigned to the cartel investigation from the DEA in San Francisco.” he introduced the two men.

Mac nodded to Coleman.

“I can give you directions on where to dig for the rest of it. I managed to make the whole shipment kind of ‘inaccessible’.”

“I guess you also set those trucks on fire…” Coleman smiled.

Mac shrugged apologetically, cringing with pain in the next moment. He took a deep breath and tried to straighten himself.

“My choices were limited at that moment.” he admitted with a wry grin.

“We can deal with the details later. Get yourself checked through first.” Coleman returned the grin. “All the stories I heard about you weren´t exaggerated, hm?”

He nodded to MacGyver and strode away towards the lab with the drugs in his hands.

Pete Thornton had been observing his friend intensely the whole time.

“Mac, what´s the matter with you?” he asked worried as soon as Coleman was gone. “I brought Dr. Thompson with me. I think he´d better have a look at you…”

“Yeah, I guess you´re right.” Mac nodded weakly. He suddenly felt too weak to object. His vertigo had grown worse, his legs were wobbly and his shoulder brought hot burning suffering. He closed his eyes for a moment and tried to calm his breath, but unexpectedly felt Pete grab his upper arms in an attempt to stabilize him. Mac gasped with the pain it caused and concentrated on Pete again.

“It´s my shoulder.” he said, coughing once more. “I don´t know, why…”

“The doc has stayed with the helicopter.” Pete cut him off. He sensed how cold Mac´s wet brown leather jacket was, felt Mac shivering in his grip. “Do you think you can make it up that slope, if I help you?”

MacGyver´s probing gaze wandered up the few yards of the slope and he nodded wearily.

“Yeah, I should be able to…”

Pete held on this his good arm and slowly, carefully led his friend around the sedan. They had only taken a few steps from the car to the slope when Mac´s vision blurred without warning. He froze as everything around him started to turn and move, closed his eyes, tried to blink the haze away. He felt Pete´s hands tighten on him as he swayed.

“Mac? … MacGyver?” he heard Pete ask alarmed.

Pete´s concern instantly grew as he saw Mac go pale within seconds. MacGyver tried to focus his eyes on the slope again. He desperately fought to stay conscious, but knew he might lose the fight. He turned to Pete.

“I can´t, Pete.” His voice was breaking. “I need to… rest… I…”

Only the blink of a second later the darkness took over, his legs gave way and he collapsed at Pete´s side. Pete managed to catch MacGyver´s limp body just before he hit the ground. He pulled his unconscious friend into his hold and adjusted his position so Mac was lying partly on his side and partly on his back. Pete felt for Mac´s pulse on his neck.

Racing, but strong.

“Mac?” Pete tried to get any reaction.

Brushing back a few wet strands of his hair Pete felt for Mac´s temperature on his forehead and realized that the clammy skin of his face didn´t match the warmth on Mac´s shoulder and back, where he was holding his friend. Pete cradled Mac even closer; turned him to his side and pushed back the leather jacket a bit, hoping to get a better look at Mac´s shoulder. He froze for a moment with the first glimpse he got under the jacket. Everything was crimson red. On the second look he saw the small hole in Mac´s jacket, at about the height of the shoulder blade, but more to the middle of Mac´s back. There was hardly any bloodstain to see on the outside of the wet brown leather.

Oh, no, Pete thought. That darn bullet hit you…

Suddenly Pete heard hurried steps coming down the slope and looked up. Jonas was running towards them.

“Jonas! Get the doctor down here!” Pete ordered at once. “Now!”

Jonas slid to a stop and turned on his heels immediately.

Then Pete focused on MacGyver again. Pulling back the jacket even more, he spotted a matching hole in Mac´s shirt. Without hesitation Pete pressed his free hand firmly on the wound below, hoping he could slow down the bleeding. Mac´s body stiffened instantly; Pete heard a faint groan.

“MacGyver?” he asked. “Wake up, willya… Come on, don´t do this to me… not now… not like this…” Pete´s voice grew desperate at the end.

Mac strained to turn his head and open his eyes.

“Like what, Pete..?” he replied hoarse. His gaze was unsteady and clouded.

“Like reappearing out of nowhere and saving my life by taking a bullet that was meant for me.” Pete told him.

Mac nodded slowly, while he seemed to be thinking back for a few seconds.

“So that´s why…” he answered with a low voice. “I felt the pain in my shoulder spike when I pulled you down… but it was injured before… I thought the impact on the ground had worsened it… I didn´t feel the bleeding because I was still freezing so badly…” His voice trailed off to the end. He was breathing heavy with the effort it took to speak.

Pete noticed it.

“Stop talking, Mac.” he advised. “Spare your strength. The doctor is on his way.” He felt Mac trembling again. “Just hang on, pal.”

MacGyver relaxed a little into Pete´s hold. His head rested against Pete´s arm as he tried to will the pain away that Pete´s firm pressure on his wound was causing. He allowed his eyes to close in an attempt to fight the dizziness.

“Mac, stay with me…” he heard Pete plead only seconds later. “Please, stay awake…”

Mac forced his eyes open again.

“I´m working on it…” he replied feebly, striving to focus on Pete´s face.

Only a moment later they heard steps dashing closer. Pete looked up, and MacGyver tried to follow his gaze, but recognized Dr. Thompson only when he felt his hands on his neck feeling for his pulse and assessing his overall condition.

“MacGyver? Didn´t I tell you not to return to my care too soon?” the doc asked with a forced grin, trying to ease up the tense situation, when he saw Mac looking up at him. “What happened?”

Mac managed a feeble and apologetic smile.

“I´m sorry.” he said. “But I had to evade three guys with guns, doge two bombs in a tunnel, fell down a cliff into the Pacific and nearly drowned, so I guess, I got a little too slow at the end.” He had to cough after his explanation.

“He took a bullet in his back while saving me.” Pete added. “It´s bleeding badly.”

Thompson nodded, all serious again.

“All right, we need to get you out of that jacket.” He turned to open his emergency case. “Help him to sit up.”

MacGyver had recovered some of his strength over the last few moments and was soon, thanks to Pete´s assistance, sitting upright, leaning against Pete´s shoulder. The doctor helped him to shrug out of the leather jacket and then quickly cut his shirt open on his back. With Pete steadying him, Mac felt the doc´s hands examine his back from the bullet wound sideways to a point, where even the slightest pressure made him gasp in pain. Suddenly he was aware of the bullet and where it was scraping against the bone.

“Sorry, Mac.” Thompson apologized.

He reached into his case for some gauze swabs and bandages, pressed them on the wound and taped them to Mac´s back. He signaled Pete to press on that bandages.

“That bullet hit you at an odd angle.” he explained. “It went sideways between your shoulder blade and you ribs. It seems as if it got stopped by your scapula. That´s what makes it that painful… It´s more the intense pain than the blood loss, which weakens you and makes you go into shock.”

Mac nodded and relaxed into Pete´s hold. He felt Pete lower him cautiously until he was in about the same position as before. Dr. Thompson felt for his temperature.

“Are you shivering from the shock or from the cold, wet clothes?” he asked.

“Both, I think…” Mac still had difficulty focusing his eyes.

The doc exchanged a concerned look with Pete and turned to his case again, preparing some meds.

“We shouldn´t wait for an ambulance.” he said flatly.

Pete tore his gaze off his friend and looked at Jonas.

“Get the chopper ready. Now.”

The pilot, who had been assisting the doctor, nodded and ran off at once.

Mac had been lying with his eyes half closed, but when he felt the doctor preparing his good arm for the injections, he opened them and concentrated on him. Thompson noticed it and remembered what Mac had endured during his torture.

“This will help stabilize your circulation and take most of the pain away.” he said with a look at the syringes. “Are you all right with it?”

Mac nodded without hesitation and held out his arm.

“Yeah… I´m fine… just go ahead.” he reassured the doc.

“It will take a few minutes until the medication takes full effect.” Thompson explained while injecting the meds. “I´ll take my case back to the helicopter and come back so we can help you both.”

He looked up at Pete.

“Just keep him awake until I return.”

All of a sudden agent Coleman was back. He had been inside the lab and had only noticed Mac lying on the ground when he had left it a moment ago. He crouched down beside the three men.

“What the heck happened?” he wanted to know. “Do we need an EMT?”

Pete Thornton looked up at him.

“There´s no time for that.” he replied. “We´ll take him to a hospital with our helicopter.”

“Are you sure about…” Coleman doubted, but was cut off by the doctor.

“Give him a few minutes to recover quietly, and he will be stable enough for transport.”

Thompson shot Mac a last probing look, grabbed his case, got up and hurried to the helicopter. Coleman looked from Pete to MacGyver and back again.

“We will take care of him.” Pete confirmed. “You´ll have to take care of the situation here. We´ll stay in touch.”

Coleman nodded reluctantly, stood up and returned to his men.

Once he was gone Pete focused back on MacGyver. He got aware, that Mac´s trembling had lessened and seen some color return to his face.

“Are you feeling better?” he asked.

Mac nodded silently, his eyes half closed. Only a moment later he straightened himself a little and looked up directly at Pete´s face. His dark eyes cleared a bit, some of his energy and determination seemed to return.

“Pete… about yesterday evening…” he began. “I owe you an apology. I shouldn´t have...”

“Don´t, Mac. Not now.” Pete tried to cut him off. “You need to rest.”

“But this is important.” Mac sighed. “I shouldn´t have yelled at you…”

“Mac, please…” Pete tried again, but MacGyver wouldn´t keep quiet.

“I know you were worried about me.” he continued. “But I felt hurt. I felt like you didn´t trust me anymore. That double of yours had me feeling the same thing during the torture.” He had to pause for a few seconds. His voice was breaking with the strain on his lungs. “Pete, I´m sorry. You didn´t deserve this.” Mac held on to one of Pete´s arms with his good hand.

Pete had to swallow hard to keep his composure. He felt some tears stinging in his eyes.

“MacGyver, I am sorry. I´ve done you wrong.” he answered after a moment with a lump in his throat. “I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to make you feel like I didn´t trust you anymore. All I wanted was to protect you. … You know that I always worry, but this time I overdid it… Maybe I´m still too anxious after all that we´ve been through…”

He felt Mac squeeze his arm and saw a feeble smile forming around his lips.

“Remember what I told you yesterday morning?” Mac asked.

Pete raised his eyebrows questioning. He wasn´t sure what to remember. Too much had happened in the last two days.

“We won´t allow those guys to break our friendship apart.” Mac stated with a firm voice that allowed no room for doubt. “Right?” The smile on his face had widened.

“Right.” Pete confirmed.

Pete sighed with relief and returned the smile. He pulled his friend a little tighter into his hold and felt him relax into his arms. Mac took a deep breath as the pain, the weakness and the vertigo slowly diminished due to the medication. Only a minute later Dr. Thompson returned, instantly feeling for Mac´s pulse and his temperature.

“Ready to give it a try?” he asked.

“I think so.” Mac gazed up at him and nodded.

Holding on to Pete with his uninjured arm, and Pete holding on to him, he cautiously rose to his feet. Mac held his other arm pressed to his body, mindful not to move his shoulder. The doctor helped stabilize him while they slowly, carefully made their way the few yards up the slope. They had almost reached the helicopter, when MacGyver saw Tian Chen´s body lying under the trees at some distance.

He paused for a moment to allow the picture to register in his mind. Pete felt him stop and followed his gaze.

“He won´t be able to harm you again.” Pete said reassuring.

“Or you…” Mac sighed and turned back to the chopper. “Let´s get out of here.”

Pete climbed inside the helicopter first and helped Mac getting seated right beside him. Dr. Thompson was close behind them.

“I´d rather like you to lie down on one side across the seats.” he suggested to Mac. “If you´ll sit on the far end, Sir, you can steady his head and shoulders.” he instructed Pete.

Again Mac felt Pete hold on to him, while he pulled up his legs and lay down until he was resting in Pete´s arm, leaning with his upper back against Pete´s belly. Dr. Thompson covered him with a blanket.

“We need to keep you warm.”

Mac sighed, relaxed a bit and let his head drop on to Pete´s arm. He felt Pete adjust the blanket around him.

“Are you comfortable?” Pete asked.

“Yeah… thanks, Pete.” Mac nodded. He saw Dr. Thompson close the door and signal Jonas to take off while he seated himself on the opposite seats and opened his case once more. He watched the doc straighten out his uninjured arm, prepare and set up an IV, but he didn´t really concentrate on it. Mac sensed the helicopter move when it lifted off the ground, and Pete´s arms cradling and stabilizing him. Though badly wounded and weakened he felt safe. For the first time in months. Real safe.

It reminded him of how he had felt in Willis´ apartment, after they had taken down Chen, but this time the relief was thorough. Not only his torturer, but also the men behind it were under arrest. Pete had survived. It was over. MacGyver looked up at Pete, saw his concerned expression and attempted a little smile.

“Relax, Pete.” he tried to reassure his friend. “I´ll live…”

Pete returned the smile, yet remained silent.


As soon as Mac had said it to Pete, he felt it register in his own mind. His emotions calmed down, allowing him to become aware, how exhausted he still mentally was. Everything around him grew distant, as his mind and body demanded him to rest. For the first time in months he didn´t feel any inner urge to stay alert, so he gave in, slowly closed his eyes and let his head tilt sideways in Pete´s hold. Within seconds he was asleep.

Pete was alarmed instantly, when he sensed Mac´s body going limp. He looked up at the doctor and back to his friend.

“Mac?” he called out to him. “MacGyver!”

Dr. Thompson quickly felt for Mac´s pulse. A moment later he held up a hand to interrupt Pete.

“Don´t!” he said softly. “Let him sleep. He is stable.”

Pete shot the doctor a doubtful look.

“He´ll be all right.” The doc continued. “He´s totally worn out after the ordeal he´s been through in the last months. He needs the rest. Just hold him… and be there when he wakes up.”

Pete had to swallow hard. His eyes were fixed on MacGyver´s pale face as he tightened his hold a bit and nodded.

“I will, doc.” he replied with a low voice. “I will.”

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Re: Point of no Return - A MacGyver FanFiction

Post by bftlovesRDA »

Oh - what an exciting and well written part of the story! Had me on the edge of my seat!

When Mac was in the ocean, it seemed like he would not make it out of there safely.

Then when he just did save Pete's life - I knew he had been shot in the process.,....

Well done, well done, well done!

Is it over?
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