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|Posted by: MacsChick 15 April 2007 - 04:37 PM|
| Here's the second part, as promised!
Guilt Part Two
“MacGyver, wait a minute!” Pete shouted. He was about to go after his friend when Dr. Walker appeared in the hallway, looking concerned. They both watched as MacGyver left. “Well, what was that all about?”
Dr. Walker sighed. “He’s having difficulties accepting what happened,” she said. “He refuses to let go.”
“What should I do, Doctor?”
“Try to talk to him. I know it won’t be easy, but he needs to hear from a friend as well. He needs this therapy, even if he won’t admit it. We need to convince him to come back for further sessions.”
Pete looked down the now empty hallway. “Yeah,” he said. “I’ll do my best.”
Several months earlier…
“Mac, are you ready for your latest assignment?” Pete asked as MacGyver entered his office.
“Sure, Pete,” MacGyver said. For the first time, he noticed the two other men in the room with them, dressed in business suits.
“Oh, Mac, allow me to introduce you to Fred Rogers and Andrew Williamson,” Pete said.
“Hello,” MacGyver said, still looking at them uncertainly. He shook their hands.
Pete noticed the confusion on MacGyver’s face. “They’re going to be joining you on the mission,” he said.
MacGyver looked at Pete, stunned. “What? Why?” He asked. He glanced at the two men. “No offense guys, it’s just that I prefer to work alone.”
“I know that, MacGyver,” Pete said, “but this assignment requires three men.”
“Well, what is it?” MacGyver asked, leaning against Pete’s desk. He glanced at the other two men occasionally, as if suspicious of them.
“Our latest intelligence has identified a group of terrorists smuggling weapons and bomb making materials across the Canadian border, sometimes crossing through Alaska,” Pete said, reading through his files. “I guess they figure it’s easier to hide up there, since there are fewer people living around the route they take. It makes detection of their operation much more difficult.”
“What am I…” he glanced at the two men again. “I mean, what are we going to do?”
“You’re going to intercept them,” he said. “You’ll pose as buyers interested in helping them smuggle their goods into America. We’ll have our people positioned on the border, and once you bring them across, we’ll apprehend them.”
“Well, that sounds nice and easy,” MacGyver said, grinning.
“It’s taken years of hard, good intelligence to get us to this point,” Pete said. “Preparing for this operation has taken a lot of time and strategy. Now, we believe we can finally nab these guys before they cause any trouble.”
“And…why can’t I handle this on my own?” MacGyver asked, glancing at the two men again.
Pete sighed, also looking at the men. “Strength in numbers,” he said. “While I’m sure these terrorists would be willing to sell to one American dissatisfied with his country, they’d be ecstatic to make a profit off of a group of disgruntled Americans. Besides that, these men are dangerous. Rogers and Williamson will be there to provide adequate back up and protection until you reach the border.”
“But Pete, I’ve been in dangerous positions many times before on my own,” MacGyver said. “I don’t see why I need babysitting by other agents now.”
Rogers and Williamson exchanged glances, and one of them cleared his throat loudly, showing his displeasure.
“MacGyver, on this mission, just this once, I’m asking you to work as a team,” Pete said. “Please.”
“All right,” MacGyver said, though he still wasn’t thrilled with the idea of having two other men crowd his work space.
“Good,” Pete said. “Gentlemen, you’re all dismissed.”
Rogers and Williamson left first, and MacGyver followed them reluctantly. They seemed to sense he was behind them, so they stopped and turned to look at him. MacGyver also stopped, feeling uncomfortable. He realized how he sounded in Pete’s office.
“Look guys, I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression,” he said. “It’s just that I…”
“Don’t worry, MacGyver,” Fred Rogers said, offering a slight smile. “We understand your style.”
“You handled that assignment in South America brilliantly,” Andrew Williamson said. “I read up on it, and I was impressed.”
Great, MacGyver thought. So now he had a couple of hero worshippers working with him. “Thanks,” he said.
“It’s an honor to work with you,” Fred said, once again offering his hand.
“Likewise, I’m sure,” MacGyver said, shaking it again.
He smiled. He still wasn’t too pleased with the idea of having partners, but he began to think it would work out just fine.
He shouldn’t have been so resistant to them. That’s what started it. If he hadn’t shown his obvious discomfort with having them around, perhaps the mission would’ve succeeded. MacGyver sighed and began packing. He didn’t know where he was going to go, but he knew he couldn’t go back to The Phoenix Foundation and face Pete again. What he had done was a disgrace. It wasn’t merely a mistake. It had cost the lives of two fine men, men who were just trying to do their jobs. As he packed at an almost frantic, haphazard pace, he heard a knock on his door. Pausing, he heard it again, this time more urgently. He knew it was Pete. He had nothing to say to him, and he didn’t want to see him.
“MacGyver,” Pete said, entering the house boat, shocked at its appearance. It seemed to reflect the inner state of his friend’s mind, looking like it had been ransacked. “MacGyver, are you here?”
MacGyver appeared at the top of his spiral staircase, a bag in hand. “I’m glad you’re here,” he said dully, “because I resign.”
“I won’t accept it,” Pete said. “I wouldn’t accept it even if you properly typed it as the Foundation requests.”
MacGyver angrily dropped his bag. He looked up at the ceiling, tears in his eyes. “What do you want from me, Pete?” He asked. “An apology?”
“No,” Pete said. “No MacGyver, you’ve been sorry enough for this as it is. I’ll tell you what I want. I want you to stop blaming and accusing yourself of something you didn’t even do. I want you to forgive yourself. Most of all, I want my best friend back.”
MacGyver could hear the emotion in Pete’s voice, and he could tell he meant what he said. “Why, Pete?” He asked. “Why do you care about me after what I did?”
“Will you stop it?” Pete shouted. “You didn’t do anything! How much longer are you going to carry this guilt around with you?”
“Okay, fine,” MacGyver said, “make it sound as if I’m not directly responsible. Cushion the blow. You’re not doing me any favors by sugar-coating this, Pete. My actions were deplorable.”
Pete clenched his jaws and then relaxed them. “Those men, those terrorists that were going to blow up major cities? They’re in jail now, partly because of what you accomplished,” he said. “Can’t you see that?”
“It wasn’t because of anything I did, that’s for sure,” MacGyver said. “The whole plan went wrong. They shot us and ran.”
“But they were still caught! MacGyver, you have to see that some good came out of this! You have to see it!”
“That doesn’t excuse the deaths of those men.”
“MacGyver, people die in the field all the time. You can’t control that. It’s an unfortunate part of this business.”
“Oh, yeah? How come I haven’t died yet?”
Pete cringed when he heard those words. “Don’t say that,” he said.
“What, it’s true,” MacGyver said. “Every year, you lose a lot of agents but never me. I’m the lucky one, I guess. Lucky me. Tell that to the widows and fatherless children of those men.”
“MacGyver, stop!” Pete shouted. “This is getting you nowhere! You couldn’t know they were going to be killed when the mission began, just as you couldn’t know your parents or Mike were going to die. You did all you could.”
“Well, it wasn’t enough. It was never enough.”
“MacGyver, when are you going to stop acting like such a martyr? I need you back.”
MacGyver’s eyes flared with rage. “You think I’m acting this way because I enjoy suffering?” He asked.
“No, I think you’re a decent man who cares,” Pete said. “That’s why I need you back. Not just for your talents or your mind, but because of everything you are. Mac, I don’t have any other agents like you. You’re special.”
MacGyver snorted. “Yeah, special enough that people who get too close to me end up getting killed,” he said. He yawned suddenly, feeling very groggy. A lack of sleep from constant insomnia had not only made him irritable; it had left him feeling extremely exhausted. He found himself longing for the oblivion of sleep. “I’m going to bed,” he said. “I don’t care what you do, Pete, but let yourself out when you decide to give up on persuading me, because I’m not coming back.” He turned and disappeared into his bedroom, slamming the door.
“MacGyver!” Pete shouted up at him. He knew it was too late. He didn’t hear a response.
Several months earlier—Alaska
MacGyver looked through his binoculars. He could see the outpost where the terrorists were just a short distance away. For being in the middle of nowhere, it was quite a sophisticated building, not a tent. It was equipped with a generator for electricity, and they had several brand new all terrain vehicles parked out front.
“These boys sure get funded well,” MacGyver said, watching the compound.
“What do you see, Mac?” Fred asked. They had become so familiar with each other that they were comfortable speaking to each other almost as if they were close friends.
“Take a look,” MacGyver said, handing him the binoculars.
After Fred looked, he handed them to Andrew.
“The terrorist outpost,” he said.
“Hard to believe that the roots of destruction could start in the middle of nowhere in an unassuming building, isn’t it?” MacGyver asked.
“Well, that’s why we’re going to stop them, isn’t it?” Andrew asked, smiling.
MacGyver looked at him and smiled back. “That’s right,” he said. “Get your gear ready, because we’re going to have to reach them soon.”
“All right, let’s rehearse what we’re going to say,” Fred said. “We’re unsatisfied with our country’s government, and after several years of networking, traveling the world, et cetera, we came into contact with their organization.”
“We learned that they smuggle weapons and sell them to the highest bidders across the Canadian border into the U.S.,” Andrew said.
“And, we’re those bidders,” Fred said.
“Perfect,” MacGyver said, grinning. “Let’s go.”
They started their snowmobiles, shrill, icy blasts of wind hitting their well covered faces.
“Hey MacGyver,” Andrew shouted over the roar of the snowmobile’s engine. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” MacGyver said.
“Why don’t you have any family?”
The question caught him off guard, and he wasn’t sure how to respond.
“Andy, why the hell would you ask him that?” Fred asked. “Let the man have some privacy.”
“No, it’s all right,” MacGyver said finally. “I don’t know, really. I guess it just never worked out.”
“Come on, there’s more to it than that. I saw how uncomfortable you first were having us around. You like to be alone, don’t you?”
“I guess I do. I’ve never completely thought about it.”
“Come on, Andy, stop asking the man so many questions,” Fred said. “I’m serious, now. The guy has a right to live the way he wants to.”
“Fred, I’m just curious, that’s all. You don’t mind, do you MacGyver?”
MacGyver shrugged. “No,” he said.
Actually, he did, but he wasn’t about to tell them the whole reason for remaining unattached. He was almost afraid that if he told them, he’d lose them, too, just as he’d lost everyone else who was close to him.
“I’ll tell you, once you get married, have a few kids, you’ll change your mind,” Andrew said. “You’ll see that living alone is not all that it’s cracked up to be.”
“Don’t listen to him, Mac,” Fred said, grinning beneath his thick scarf. “My wife and kids are a major pain in the butt.”
“Yeah, but you still love them, don’t you?” Andrew asked.
Fred shrugged, his shoulders looking massive from his oversized, thick, heavy winter wear. “Yeah, what can I say?” He said. “I do.”
Andrew chuckled and looked at MacGyver. “Trust me, Mac,” he said. “Someday you’ll want a family.”
They got on the snowmobiles and began heading toward the compound. As they raced passed the unforgiving, brutal landscape, MacGyver thought about what Andrew said. Sometimes, he looked at people he knew who had families and felt slightly envious, missing his own. They were dead, all of them. He was the only one left. It could be isolating and lonely, but sometimes he preferred it over having to worry about losing someone else. As he saw it, there had been enough loss. All he wanted to do now was try to prevent more of it. They reached the compound and slowly dismounted from the snowmobiles.
“Follow me,” MacGyver whispered. “Remember, don’t do anything to give away our cover.”
“Who do you think we are, amateurs?” Fred asked teasingly.
MacGyver smiled beneath his bundles of clothing and nodded.
“Here goes nothing,” Andrew said.
MacGyver knocked on the compound door. A severe looking man with a long, thick scar running down the right side of his face and neck answered, glaring at them.
“Who are you?” He asked in a thick accent, pointing a gun at them.
“Scorpion?” MacGyver asked, using the leader’s alias. “We’ve come to see about buying some of your weapons.”
Scorpion narrowed his eyes at them. It was at this point that MacGyver saw he had a glass eye on the same side where the jagged scar was, cloudy and unfocused.
“Who sent you?” He asked, his accent thick and difficult to trace.
“We came into contact with your organization through several underground channels,” Fred said. “You see, we couldn’t care less about the so-called good old US of A.”
“We want to see it turn to rubble as much as you do,” Andrew said.
“Interesting,” Scorpion said. “I love to come into contact with westerners who sympathize with our cause. How much are you willing to pay?”
“Five million dollars,” MacGyver said. “Not only that, we’ll offer to help your men smuggle these weapons into the country.”
Scorpion looked back at his men. They were all staring suspiciously at the westerners. One of them glanced at Scorpion and shook his head.
“It’s a fascinating proposal,” he said, “but how do I know you’re legitimate? How do I know you’re not just a group of western spies sent to infiltrate me?”
“We have the money right here,” MacGyver said, opening a suitcase. “Take a look.
Scorpion picked up the suitcase and examined the money. “It appears real,” he said, handing it to one of his men. “So,” he said, “can you show me the best possible route to send in our shipments?”
“Yeah, come on,” Andrew said. “You and your men get dressed though. It’s pretty damn cold out here.”
Scorpion laughed and looked at his men. “Secure the money and get ready!” He said.
They put on their multiple layers of winter gear and followed MacGyver, Andrew, and Fred outside. Scorpion noticed the snowmobiles and grinned.
“Travel around this forsaken country like that long enough and you’ll freeze to death,” he said. “Come, let’s take the Sno-Cats.”
“Whatever you say,” Fred said.
They got inside and began to travel. When they were a good distance away from the compound, MacGyver, Fred, and Andrew began formulating in their minds the best route to the border—and to these men’s capture. Suddenly, they stopped.
“Wait a minute here, what’s going on?” Fred asked, exchanging worried glances with MacGyver and Andrew. “This is nowhere near the border.”
“But this is where you get out,” Scorpion said, once again pointing his gun at them.
“Take it easy,” MacGyver said.
“Out!” Scorpion screamed.
“All right, all right,” Andrew said, trying to stay calm.
Scorpion and his men forced them out into the harsh, freezing climate, circling them, their guns pointed directly at them.
“I appreciate the money, but this is where it ends,” Scorpion said. “You see, I have no desire to work with westerners. In my mind, you’re all dogs.” He nodded sharply at his men. “Shoot them.”
“But, wait!” Fred shouted.
He didn’t get a chance to say anything else. He was silenced with a bullet.
“NO!” Andrew shouted, falling not much later.
MacGyver watched, stunned and helpless as the men working with him fell, lifeless. He was then struck with a bullet himself, sending him crashing to the icy ground. The last thing he heard was the sound of Scorpion and his men scrambling to their Sno-Cats and driving away.
MacGyver awoke with a start, sweat bleeding from his shaking body. He realized why he hadn’t been sleeping. Sleep was no escape from the persistent, haunting memories of that day that tormented him. Fred Rogers and Andrew Williamson taunted him in his sleep like Banquo’s ghost, knowing full well he was the guilty one. He was the reason they would never see the families they had spoken so fondly of again.
To be continued…
|Posted by: Firniswin 16 April 2007 - 10:25 AM|
| Very interesting... Please hurry and post- I would like to see where this goes. Poor Mac is so upset!
|Posted by: MacGyverGod 16 April 2007 - 01:05 PM|
|Woohoo, I want the next chapter.|
|Posted by: tandt14 16 April 2007 - 03:46 PM|
|Great story! I FEEL for MacGyver!!! Keep up the good work!!|
|Posted by: Kate Mackay 18 April 2007 - 05:42 PM|
| WOW ! This is really good writing . I am very interested to know how it all goes . This is the very first time that I came to look ( and read ) the fan - fic . I am very flattered also that my question would have lead to this very clever story that you are writing . Keep up the excellent work . Not only am I reading this, but I printed out a copy to read for later. It makes for excellent reading when I get bored , or whatever . I, too, can't help but feel for MacGyver . I just love emotional stories . And this is just great !
|Posted by: MacsChick 18 April 2007 - 06:28 PM|
|Thank you all so much! I probably won't be able to post the next part until the weekend (bummer ) because I am so busy during the week looking for work, etc., but rest assured it will be coming soon!|