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Chapter 1: Reflections

The wipers slapped the winter rain from the Jeep’s windshield as MacGyver headed west to Los Angeles. It had been less than twenty hours since Francine Dalton, Jack’s mother, had called on Christmas Night to tell Mac that Jack had crashed his plane and was in the hospital in critical condition. Unable to get an immediate flight, MacGyver had quickly packed his well-used duffle and began driving. With the exception of quick layovers at roadside truck stops to grab a bite to eat and catch a little shut eye, Mac had been driving for fifteen hours straight, avoiding the predicted snowstorm. At this rate, he should arrive in L.A. sometime tomorrow. Hopefully he wouldn’t be too late.

In an effort to stay alert behind the wheel, MacGyver chugged coffee, which he hated, tuned the radio to a rock station, which he tolerated, and reflected on the incredible changes the past two years had brought him. Twenty-four months ago he and Sam had returned to his Los Angeles apartment after a couple years touring the west coast on their motorcycles. Mac’s dream of settling down with his son was shattered when Sam announced he was leaving for a photojournalist position in the Middle East. Mac had not liked this decision, but he refused to clip his son’s wings. It proved to be a good choice on Sam’s part as he was now based at a London news agency but still traveled to far and dangerous lands to cover stories no one else was willing to tell. He and MacGyver kept in touch through frequent letters and phone calls and the occasional visit when Sam could take extended time off.

On his own once again, MacGyver rejoined the Phoenix Foundation, but new physical criteria for field operatives had been put in place and he could not pass the concussion protocol. He had escaped dreaded desk duty when Pete Thornton assigned him to be the security advisor at Challengers Academy, an off-shoot of the original Challengers Club, in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Originally meant to be a temporary assignment, Mac ended up falling in love with the school, the city, and the pretty education director who could go from sweet to sassy in the blink of an eye. After sustaining two more head injuries, he had to face the fact that he would never pass Phoenix’s concussion protocol, so he submitted his resignation and worked full-time at Challengers until the funding for the non-profit school had been pulled seven months ago. Fortunately, a lawyer friend was quick to hire Mac to work in a number of different roles including security and investigation. Said friend had recently married and retired, leaving the firm in the capable hands of his protégé, Carlos Hernandez.

As MacGyver’s professional life evolved, he found his personal life to be in flux as well. Upon leaving Phoenix he also had to leave the apartment the Foundation had provided him. With a little help, he quickly found a duplex that was almost an exact replica of the house boat he had lost to a fire several years earlier. Pete, who was now completely blind, had transferred to the Phoenix Foundation Satellite Office in Chicago. Pete remarried his ex-wife, Connie, and retired soon after. MacGyver had also discovered that he had inherited his Grandpa Harry’s cabin in northern Minnesota after the friend it had originally been willed to passed away. It was while he was staying at this cabin that Murdoc resurfaced in his life, only to be killed in the most mundane and avoidable way. Even though bitter enemies, Mac’s humanity caused him to grieve for his nemesis to this day. As if he needed yet more change in his life, Frank Colton came to town and convinced MacGyver to adopt Frog, the Colton family’s aging, overweight, slobbery bull dog.

And then there was Joanna Fairfax, the director of education at Challengers Academy who had also made the transition to the law firm in the research division. His heart beat a little faster each time he thought of her. MacGyver would readily admit a part of him fell in love with her the first time he saw her standing on a rickety old stool in high heels, decorating a bulletin board. She had lost her balance and literally fell into his arms. Of average height with shiny brown hair cut in a classic bob and eyes like melted chocolate, she was the quintessential girl-next-door and she affected MacGyver like no other woman on the planet. Unfortunately, their mutual lack of trust and fear of commitment caused them to get off to a rocky start. And if he were truly honest, they still had times of turbulence. Jo was as innocent and sheltered as Mac was experience and well-traveled. At first glance, they might appear to be the most unlikely couple. But after forging a strong friendship over pizza and air hockey games, they finally allowed themselves to explore their deepening feelings further and MacGyver had been on the verge of, hopefully, changing both their lives forever when his cell phone rang, causing him to head back to California in the middle of the night.

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After a sleepless night waiting to hear from MacGyver, Joanna got up early the day after Christmas and called in sick to work. She couldn’t ever remember doing such a thing, but then again, she had found herself doing a lot of unusual things since Mac had come into her life. Just before leaving for L.A. MacGyver had asked her to take care of Frog. She planned on packing up his stuff and bringing him to the house she shared with her parents since it sounded like Mac would be gone for a while. Then she planned on taking a long nap whether or not she heard from MacGyver. She was just finishing her breakfast when the ringing of the telephone interrupted her thoughts.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me. I tried calling you at work. Why are you still home?” Finally a call from Mac. Joanna let out a relieved sigh.

“I decided to take a sick day.”

“Are you okay?” Concern colored Mac’s voice.

“I’m fine. Just wanted some time to myself.”

Joanna could practically see MacGyver’s eyebrows shoot up and touch his long, blond bangs. This was a very non-Joanna-like thing to do.

“Well, I just wanted to check in and let you know I’m not dead in a ditch somewhere.”

“Good to know,” Joanna replied, hoping the sarcasm would hide her concern and subsequent relief.

“Listen, about last night,” Mac began. “I’m really sorry about bailing on you like that. It’s just that when I heard about Jack, I—“

“It’s okay,” Jo cut in. “I get it. Just take care of yourself and say ‘Hi’ to Jack for me.” Joanna had only met the infamous Jake Dalton once, but it was clear he and Mac were more than friends. They were like brothers.

“Count on it,” MacGyver replied. “I’ll call again soon. Love you.”

Before Joanna could reply the line went dead. Her jaw dropped. Had he just said he loved her?! Though she was pretty sure she had fallen for him when he put his strong hands on her waist to keep her from falling off that stupid stool, and she was cautiously optimistic that he had similar feelings for her if his toe-curling kisses were any indication, neither one of them had actually come out and put a name to their feelings. But Mac just had. From hundreds of miles away and over the phone line. Insufferable man!

Later that morning, Jo pulled her Chevy coupe into MacGyver’s driveway. She could hear Frog whining mournfully before she got to the door. She knew that Mac would have given him plenty of food and fresh water, yet the hound suffered separation anxiety whenever his master disappeared. Using the spare key MacGyver had given her months earlier, she opened the front door and crouched down to fondle Frog’s ears before gathering his necessities and clipping the lead to his collar. Before heading toward the car, Joanna stepped next door and rang the bell. It was a few minutes before Mac’s landlord answered.

“Hi Mr. Rainey,” she greeted him as he eased open the door.

“Well, hello Joanna. And you know it’s Charlie!” The elderly man’s mocking scold caused her to blush slightly.

“I just wanted to let you know that MacGyver will be out of town for a while so I’m taking Frog home with me.”

“Thank goodness! That pitiful animal moaned all night long and then I woke up to find two month’s rent slid under my door. What’s going on with that guy of yours anyway?”

“MacGyver is headed to Los Angeles. His best friend was in a bad accident and he doesn’t know how long he’ll be gone.”

“Oh, that poor boy,” Charlie shook his head sadly. “Make sure you let him know I’m thinking of him and his friend.”

“Will do,” Joanna promised as she turned and led Frog to the car.

After returning home, Joanna watched as Frog inspected every nook and cranny of his new, albeit temporary, home with grunts and snuffles before lying down on the hockey jersey that lay puddled on her bedroom floor. The same jersey Mac had gifted her with the night before. She had frowned in disappointment when she noticed the name placard had been left blank, lacking the personalization all his jerseys had. She recalled him becoming oddly uncomfortable as he tried to ask her something about it, but his ringing cell phone and the ensuing news quickly put an end to any question he had. Suddenly feeling tired and incredibly alone, Joanna pushed Frog off the jersey, slipped it on over her sweater, crawled into bed with her knees practically tucked up to her chin, and promptly fell asleep.







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QUOTE (Barry Rowland @ 29 May 2019 - 08:51 AM)
Excellent!!

Thank you so much, Barry!! When I originally published this on a fan fic site, it was a couple months after the end of Continuum so I had to do some sort of summary chapter to remind readers where we left off!

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“Count on it,” MacGyver replied. “I’ll call again soon. Love you.”
Oh, you sly dog biggrin.gif

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Before Joanna could reply the line went dead. Her jaw dropped. Had he just said he loved her?!
*insert Lenny face here*

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and she was cautiously optimistic that he had similar feelings for her if his toe-curling kisses were any indication,
No, Joanna, he just kisses you like that to show how much your friendship means to him... headbutt.gif

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After returning home, Joanna watched as Frog inspected every nook and cranny of his new, albeit temporary, home with grunts and snuffles before lying down on the hockey jersey that lay puddled on her bedroom floor.
Frog's behavior always fits the mood perfectly sad.gif

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She recalled him becoming oddly uncomfortable as he tried to ask her something about it, but his ringing cell phone and the ensuing news quickly put an end to any question he had.
Joanna, if you haven't figured it out by now, you are hopeless laugh.gif

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Joanna pushed Frog off the jersey
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Chapter 2: Jack’s Close Encounter


It was late afternoon on December twenty-seventh when MacGyver maneuvered his Jeep into a parking space in front of a prominent Los Angeles hospital. Hair mussed, clothes rumpled, dead tired, and smelling like a monkey cage, he eased out of the vehicle and headed for the main entrance. A shower and sleep would have to wait. First, he had to see Jack.

The hospital room was dimly lit, but MacGyver could make out a sophisticated, middle-aged, blonde woman sitting in a chair next to the bed paging through a magazine. Mac stood in the doorway and cleared his throat.

“MacGyver!” Francine Dalton exclaimed. “Thank you so much for coming!”

She quickly rose from the chair, skirted the edge of the bed, and embraced Mac in a motherly hug before holding him at arm’s length.

“My, you’re a bit of a mess, aren’t you?” she observed.

“Um, yeah,” he agreed sheepishly before turning his attention to Jack.

His friend lay flat on the bed, his pale face blending in with the sheets. His right arm and left leg in plaster casts.

“How is he?” MacGyver asked softly as Francine led him into the room.

“Better, actually,” she answered, a lightness in her voice that hadn’t been there when he had initially spoken to her. “Thankfully he doesn’t have any internal injuries and this morning he woke up briefly for the first time since the accident. They’re keeping him on pain meds and sedatives, so he’ll be out for a while, but the doctors are optimistic that he’ll make a full recovery.”

“What happened?” Mac asked softly as he grabbed a second chair and sat down beside Francine.

Jack’s mom shrugged her shoulders. “All I was told was that he had been returning to L.A. after delivering a load of toys to a Mexican orphanage and crashed outside the city. As you can see, he has a broken arm and leg as well as broken ribs and a concussion.”

MacGyver studied his once jovial friend now lying expressionless as he tried to process the information Francine had just given him. Unfortunately, this new knowledge just led to more questions. Was Jack’s trip truly just an innocent flight to deliver toys or part of a larger scheme? And how did the plane crash? Something had to have gone wrong, but what?

“Why don’t you go clean yourself up and get some rest,” Francine suggested, patting Mac on the shoulder. “The doctor said he’s going to keep Jack sedated for at least twenty-four more hours. Do you have a place to stay?”

“Where’s Jack livin’ these days?”

The blonde woman sighed. “He’s been living out of his office at the hangar.”

“Then that’s where I’ll be,” Mac declared. He leaned in to give Francine a kiss on the cheek before standing to leave. “You’ll call if anything changes?”

“You’ll be the first to know,” she assured him with a small smile.

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It was evening by the time MacGyver pulled his Jeep into the empty hangar at a small municipal airport. He pulled his duffle from the backseat and made his way to Jack’s office. A scarred wooden desk, straight-back chair, and old Army cot greeted him along with a coffee pot and hot plate.

“Home sweet home,” he mumbled, dropping his bag next to the desk.

His body yearned to rest on the cot, if only for a few minutes, but Mac knew his overactive brain would just keep him awake. Something about Jack’s accident wasn’t sitting right with him, and he needed to find out why. Sitting down behind the desk, MacGyver shuffled the papers that haphazardly covered the surface. It wasn’t long before a bill of sale and a loan application caught his eye. Mac grabbed the papers for a closer look. According to the bill of sale, sporting Jack’s signature, his friend had just bought a very expensive, well-appointed Cessna. MacGyver frowned. Even if Jack used his life’s savings and lived out of this grungy hangar for the next hundred years he still couldn’t afford a plane like this. Mac’s attention quickly turned to the loan application. The amount listed made his jaw drop. He skimmed through the legal mumbo jumbo until he got to the bottom line and the co-signer: Francine Leyland Dalton. Apparently there had been a lot of familial bonding over the past few years for Francine to put her name on a hefty loan for the son she had abandoned as a baby.

The words of the document began to blur and MacGyver suppressed a yawn. He had been awake for the better part of three days and, during that time, had driven two thousand miles. The cot in the corner was calling his name, and this time it was impossible to resist. He spread out, fully clothed on the makeshift bed.

“Oh, Jack, what have you gotten yourself into this time?” he mumbled before sleep quickly claimed him.

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MacGyver arrived at the hospital early the next morning clean and well-rested. As he stepped off the elevator, he saw Francine and a well-dressed middle-aged man talking animatedly outside Jack’s room. He automatically quickened his pace.

“Whoa, what’s going on here?” he asked, coming to stand next to Francine.

“MacGyver, meet my lawyer, Robert Littelmann,” she said disgustedly.

The two men sized each other up before hesitantly shaking hands.

“Nice to meet you,” Mac offered.

“Same here,” replied Robert.

Francine crossed her arms and glared at the attorney.

“Mr. Littelmann has just informed me that the NTSB has concluded their investigation of Jack’s accident and ruled it pilot error. We won’t get enough insurance money to even cover the loan,” she huffed.

“Wait a minute,” MacGyver replied, shaking his head. “It’s only been a couple days. You can’t tell me that they closed the investigation already.”

“They said it was an open and shut case,” Littelmann explained.

“There’s no way it’s Jack’s fault,” Francine insisted. “He’s an excellent pilot.”

“Look,” Robert pleaded. “It was late, he was tired, even the best make mistakes.”

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to agree with Mrs. Dalton on this one,” Mac spoke up. “As much as it pains me to say it, Jack is too good of a pilot to lose a plane without extenuating circumstances. That man could land a sardine can on the Hollywood Freeway in the middle of rush hour if he had to. I suggest you reopen the case.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. MacGyver, but that is beyond my control,” Littelmann replied firmly.

“All right, how about if I take a look at it, unofficially? Maybe I can find something the government boys overlooked,” Mac asked.

“You can’t. They’ve already cleared the scene.”

“What?!” Mac exclaimed loudly, earning himself a scolding look from the nurse at her station three doors away. “And who are ‘they’?” he asked, lowering his voice.

“Mr. Dalton’s plane crashed on the outskirts of an Air Force base. The plane, such as it is, is now property of the United States Military. I’m sorry, but as I said before, the case is closed.”

With that, Robert Littelmann turned and walked toward the elevators.

“They’re wrong, Mac,” Francine seethed.

“I know they are,” he agreed. “Why don’t you check on Jack while I make a phone call?”

MacGyver headed to the small lounge at the end of the corridor. Thankfully it was empty. He plunked a coin into the pay phone and dialed the number he had used so frequently when he worked for Phoenix.”

“Phoenix Foundation, Willis speaking.”

“Hey Willis! It’s MacGyver! How you doin’?”

“Mac?! I can’t believe it! Are you back with the Foundation?”

“Not really, but I’m working on something and need some information. Think you can help?”

“I don’t know…” Willis hedged.

“Aw, c’mon! For old time’s sake?”

“All right,” Willis relented. “What do you need?”

MacGyver rattled off a list of reports related to Jack’s accident.

“Think you can manage that?” he asked.

“I’ll do my best.”

“Great. I’ll swing by later this afternoon.”

In the meantime, Mac had some questions for Francine. He made his way back to Jack’s room and once again claimed the chair beside her.

“I was going through some of Jack’s things,” MacGyver began. “That’s a pretty expensive plane you helped him buy.”

“So? Can’t a mother help out her son?!” she replied defensively.

“Of course,” Mac soothed her. “But Jack is the king of bargain basement cargo aircraft. Even you have to admit this Cessna was way out of his league.”

Francine sighed. “Jack wanted to start a new venture. Dalton Air Limo Service. You know, shuttle overpaid CEO’s back and forth across the state, country or wherever they pay him to go. He came to me with a solid business plan. I had Littelmann look it over and he said it was a good investment.” Here she paused. “He had flights booked beginning next week. Now we have no plane, no pilot, no nothing.”

“Maybe not,” MacGyver mused. He could feel himself getting tangled up in Jack’s business again, but this time it seemed legit and deserved a fighting chance.

“What are you thinking?” Francine interrupted his thoughts.

“I’m not sure, but I might have a plan.”

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It felt weird using the visitors’ entrance, signing in, and clipping on a temporary ID badge.

“Do you need an escort, sir?” the young security guard asked.

“No, I think I can find my way,” MacGyver replied with a smile.

Within minutes, Mac was standing in front of the door to the lab watching as Willis intently studied something under a microscope. Some things never changed. Mac tapped lightly on the glass to announce his presence before entering the room.

Willis looked up and soon he and MacGyver were vigorously shaking hands.

“It’s great to see you again Mac! C’mon in and have a seat.”

Willis led MacGyver to his desk.

“Did you get the stuff I asked for?”

“Yep,” he nodded toward a stack of files. “But I’ll save you some time. The NTSB ruled pilot error. There were no records or reports of any bad weather in the area and an appropriate flight plan was filed.”

Willis frowned at his last statement.

“What is it?” Mac asked.

“According to Dalton’s flight plan, he was several miles off course and strayed into restricted air space. An experienced pilot would never do that.”

“So you’re saying something must have happened to take him off course.”

“I’m no expert, but it looks that way.”

“Was there a cockpit recorder or anything?” Mac asked in desperation.

“No. Planes that size are not required to have one. And I couldn’t find any radio communication either.”

“So we have no way of knowing what really happened,” MacGyver sighed.
“Jack’s the only one who knows, and even if he wakes up and remembers it’ll be his word against the government’s.”

MacGyver jammed his hand through his hair in frustration.

“Mind if I take these files with me?”

“Be my guest.”

As Mac reached to grab the files, he accidentally knocked over a picture frame.

“Sorry Willis,” he said as he picked up the frame. A pretty redhead looked back at him. “Who’s this?”

“My wife,” Willis replied with a wide grin.

“You’re married?!”

“Yep, going on two years now. Listen MacGyver, don’t pay attention to what other guys say. Marriage is great! I highly recommend it. You bachelors don’t know what you’re missing out on!”

Mac simply nodded as thoughts of Joanna suddenly slammed into his brain. He hadn’t called her since before he arrived in Los Angeles.

“Mind if I use your phone?” he asked.

“Go right ahead. Need to check in with a special someone?”

“Something like that,” MacGyver muttered as he dialed Jo’s office number.

She answered on the second ring.

“Hey, it’s me,” Mac said, cutting her off in the middle of her formal greeting.

“Oh, hi Mac,” she replied, still using her professional voice.

“I’m sorry I haven’t called, but things got kinda busy here.”

“No problem. How’s Jack?” she asked in a clipped tone.

“He’s gonna be fine.”

“That’s good.”

“I promise I’ll call you soon with all the details.”

“Sounds good.”

“Okay, I’ll talk to you later then.” MacGyver hung up the phone, a sense of uneasiness settling into the pit of his stomach. Joanna had sounded cold and distant…because of him?

That night, after checking on Francine and Jack, Mac laid on the old cot and stared at the ceiling, replaying his conversation with Joanna in his head. Maybe he should have let her come along. He always felt better when she was with him. Then he considered what Willis had said and promised himself that he’d make things right with Jo as soon as he got home.

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MacGyver spent the following morning studying the reports Willis had given him. Nothing made sense. When he arrived at the hospital, he found Jack sitting up in bed chatting with his mom.

“You sure bounce back fast,” Mac observed from the doorway.

“Mi amigo! Enter! Enter!” Jack urged.

MacGyver walked over to his friend’s bed, a huge smile on his face.

“Nice accessory,” he commented, motioning to the aviator hat Jack wore.

“Why thank you, my boy! Felt downright naked without it! I’m glad it didn’t get lost in the wreck.”

“Speaking of the wreck, do you remember anything about it?”

“Remember anything? Mac, I remember everything! It was incredible! I’ve never seen anything like it before in my life!”

“What are you talking about?”

“The UFO!”

MacGyver shook his head. Surely he hadn’t heard right. “UFO?”

“It was beautiful! All the lights and—“

“Whoa, back up,” Mac commanded. “Are you saying a UFO caused your plane to crash?”

Jack nodded emphatically. “I know you don’t believe in that stuff, but I saw it Mac. I really saw it!”

“Why don’t you start from the beginning,” MacGyver prompted as he sat down in the chair next to the bed. “What happened after you left the orphanage?”

“The flight was as smooth as a baby’s bottom. Couldn’t ask for better conditions. I was in the homestretch when all of a sudden everything conked out. The engine, electrical system, the works. The plane was just floating, like a giant hang glider, when I saw the lights.”

“The lights?”

“Of the UFO! Lit up the night sky like a Christmas tree and just hovered there in front of me. I gotta tell ya, Mac, I was scared those aliens were gonna suck my brains out or something!”

“Hold it, Jack! There’s no such thing as aliens, and even if there were, what would they want with your brain?!”

At MacGyver’s remark, Francine, who had been silently listening to the conversation, covered her mouth with her hand and giggled.

“Maaa!” Jack whined.

“I’m sorry, dear, but MacGyver does have a point.”

“Okay,” Mac interrupted, trying to get back on track. “What happened next?”

“It flew away. Fast. Like warp nine fast and everything went dark. I could feel the plane losing altitude but there wasn’t anything I could do about it. Next thing I know I wake up here.”

Mac stayed silent as he struggled to make sense of what he just heard. Electrical and engine failure could certainly have caused Jack to drift into military airspace, and he could have easily mistaken another aircraft for a UFO if he was tired.

“You do believe me, don’t you Kemosabe? I swear I’m not making this up!”

MacGyver had been keeping tabs on his friend’s left eye as he told his story and it hadn’t twitched once.

“I believe that something happened to your plane, and I believe that you saw something. But it wasn’t a UFO.”

“Then what was it?” Jack challenged.

“I don’t know,” Mac replied thoughtfully. “But I’m gonna find out.”

As soon as he arrived back at the hangar, MacGyver placed another call to Willis asking for more specific information. Then he called Joanna and related everything he had learned.

“You certainly don’t believe Jack’s story, do you?” he asked.

“I want to believe,” she responded solemnly, but he could hear the laughter she tried to hold back in her voice.

“You’re not still hooked on that TV show with those two FBI agents chasing flying saucers, are you?”

This time Joanna did laugh. “Guilty as charged! But really, Mac, it’s all in good fun. However, you do have to wonder…”

“That’s my cue to hang up!”

“Listen Mac,” Jo turned somber. “I’m sorry I was kinda short with you earlier and I’m really glad to hear Jack is doing better.”

“No problem. I’m sorry for bailing on you like I did. Especially during the holidays. I’ll call back soon, I promise.”

MacGyver hung up the phone, his conscience feeling lighter. Joanna had sounded like her normal self again. And he missed her terribly.

XXXXX

The ringing telephone woke MacGyver before dawn. He tumbled off the cot and grabbed it mumbling a half-awake “Hello”.

“It’s Willis. I have some information I think you’ll find interesting.”

“Great, let’s have it!” Mac was wide awake now.

“Not over the phone. Meet me at Rosie’s Diner in thirty minutes.” The line went dead.

MacGyver stared at the telephone. What was up with all this cloak and dagger stuff? Were all his friends going nuts? He put on his shoes and headed to Rosie’s.

“Whatcha got?” he asked as he slid into the booth across from Willis.

The researcher pulled out a large, brown envelope from underneath his jacket. MacGyver rolled his eyes.

“Your friend’s plane was found on the Air Force base where the Space and Missile Systems Center is located.” Here he stopped, as if it was supposed to mean something.

“Sooo?” Mac asked, his patience wearing thin.

“So, I managed to hack into their computers enough to find records of recent tests and activities. On Christmas Eve, a high tech satellite was launched from there shortly before Jack’s plane went haywire. It must have passed close enough to interfere with the plane’s systems.”

“Okay, I’ll buy that. But what about the lights Jack said he saw?”

“Transcripts show that his plane was picked up on radar as an unidentified aircraft. A military chopper was sent up to intercept it.”

“And…?” MacGyver prompted.

“And, that’s all the information I could get.”

“But Jack said the lights, um chopper, flew off. Why would the pilots abandon a plane in distress?”

Willis shrugged. “I don’t know. Like I said, this was all the info I could get.”

“I understand,” Mac replied. “But next time could we just meet in the lab like usual?”

“You got it,” Willis laughed as he slid out of the booth and left the diner.

MacGyver entered Jack’s hospital room to find a tall, fit man with short brown hair wearing a dark suit and tie standing at the head of his friend’s bed as said friend waved his uninjured arm in the air as he spoke.

“Hey, Mac!” Jack interrupted himself. “This is Agent Millder, uhhh, Muller, er, Mildew?”

“He’s from the FBI,” Francine informed him in a loud whisper.

“No kidding?” Mac replied cynically before Jack started speaking to him.

“The G-Man here wants to know about my close encounter!” Jack excitedly explained. “He said there were dozens of reports of UFO’s in Southern California on Christmas Eve!”

“Actually, most claims turned out to be alleged sightings of Rudolph instead,” the agent replied drily.

“You don’t really believe Jack saw a UFO, do you?”

“No, I don’t,” Millder/Muller/Mildew said evenly.

“You don’t?!” Jack deflated in front of MacGyver’s eyes.

“No, sir. I believe you accidently came upon a secret military exercise that interfered with your plane’s electrical system and you drifted into restricted airspace before crashing.”

“I’ve been doing some investigating myself,” Mac asserted. “It seems a military chopper intercepted my friend’s disabled plane and then deserted him. Why?”

“I don’t know, but I promise you, the truth is out there.”

XXXXX

“You know, Mac, you don’t have to babysit me. I can take care of myself. Better yet, that pretty blonde nurse on the nightshift can take of me,” Jack waggled his eyebrows and smiled as MacGyver offered his friend another spoonful of Jell-O.

“I’m not ‘babysitting’ you, I’m spending some quality time with my best friend,” MacGyver retorted.

“Yeah, by force feeding me that vile green stuff only hospitals serve…and maybe you. But it’s New Year’s Eve! You should go out! Eat, drink, be merry!”

Mac glanced sideways at his friend.

“Oh, that’s right. You don’t drink and you frown on merriment, but you can still eat!”

“That’s enough, Jack,” MacGyver replied with fake annoyance. “I’m exactly where I want to be.” Sort of.

Mac glanced down at his watch. It was a little before ten. Almost midnight in the Midwest. He stood up and headed for the door.

“I’m going down to the lounge and make a quick phone call,” he told Jack.

“Give her my regards!”

“Who?” Mac asked, snapping his head around.

“Joanna, of course. That’s who you’re calling, right?”

“How do you know?”

“C’mon Mac, you’ve been hot for her for almost two years now. I saw it with my own eyes at Pete’s wedding, or was it a re-wedding?”

“Shut up, Jack. You have no idea what’s going on between me and Joanna.”

“Aha! So there is something going on between you two,” Jack smiled looking like the cat that swallowed the canary.

MacGyver groaned. Why did he keep letting himself get caught in Jack’s verbal traps!

Minutes later, Jack was forgotten as MacGyver happily chatted with Joanna. In the background he soon heard the tinny strains of Auld Lang Syne coming from her television. He ached to hold her and kiss her senseless as the old year passed away and the new one entered. Unfortunately, words would have to do this time.

“Happy New Year,” he said into the telephone, his voice husky. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too. Happy 1997, Mac. Love you.” The line went dead.

MacGyver stared at the receiver in his hand and was glad he was already in a hospital because he felt as if his heart was about to pound out of his chest. Joanna had just said she loved him!








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So he's not dead tongue.gif

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and smelling like a monkey cage
I understood that reference wink.gif

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after delivering a load of toys to a Mexican orphanage
Well, that's nice of him smile.gif

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Was Jack’s trip truly just an innocent flight to deliver toys or part of a larger scheme?
It's Jack, what do you think? XD

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He had been awake for the better part of three days and, during that time, had driven two thousand miles.
Sheesh, go to sleep, Hamilton laugh.gif

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“Mac?! I can’t believe it! Are you back with the Foundation?”
Where have you been? XD

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I wouldn't have been able to resist walking in and scaring him tongue.gif

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“My wife,” Willis replied with a wide grin.
*chokes* blink.gif Some things really have changed...

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Marriage is great! I highly recommend it.
I'm sorry, Willis, but I am cracking up at your word choice. "I highly recommend it", like you're talking about a product or something XD

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“Go right ahead. Need to check in with a special someone?”
Boy, Willis gets right to the point, eh? XD

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“Oh, hi Mac,” she replied, still using her professional voice.

“I’m sorry I haven’t called, but things got kinda busy here.”

“No problem. How’s Jack?” she asked in a clipped tone.
*frustrated sigh* Is she mad again?

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“Nice accessory,” he commented, motioning to the aviator hat Jack wore.

“Why thank you, my boy! Felt downright naked without it! I’m glad it didn’t get lost in the wreck.”
Lol, he just can't lose it, can he? XD

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“Speaking of the wreck, do you remember anything about it?”

“Remember anything? Mac, I remember everything! It was incredible! I’ve never seen anything like it before in my life!”

“What are you talking about?”

“The UFO!”
*faceplant*

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“Hold it, Jack! There’s no such thing as aliens, and even if there were, what would they want with your brain?!”
Yeah, 'cause no one wants your brain, Jack roller.gif

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At MacGyver’s remark, Francine, who had been silently listening to the conversation, covered her mouth with her hand and giggled.

“Maaa!” Jack whined.
He's such a child XD XD XD

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“You’re not still hooked on that TV show with those two FBI agents chasing flying saucers, are you?”
I feel like this is referencing something, but idk what. I'm uncultured XD

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“Listen Mac,” Jo turned somber. “I’m sorry I was kinda short with you earlier and I’m really glad to hear Jack is doing better.”
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MacGyver hung up the phone, his conscience feeling lighter. Joanna had sounded like her normal self again. And he missed her terribly.


Nobody:
Absolutely no one:
My Hamiltrash brain: AND THAT'S WHEN MARIA REYNOLDS WALKED INTO MY LIFE
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Were all his friends going nuts?
You're just now wondering that? XD

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I like his sense of humor XD

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“No, I don’t,” Millder/Muller/Mildew said evenly.
I really don't think he's named Mildew XD

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I can take care of myself.
Sure, we've seen you do so multiple times. It never ends well XD

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Better yet, that pretty blonde nurse on the nightshift can take of me
yucky.gif

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“I’m not ‘babysitting’ you, I’m spending some quality time with my best friend,” MacGyver retorted.
But you're cramping his stylllleeee XD

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“Yeah, by force feeding me that vile green stuff only hospitals serve…and maybe you.
XD Mac probably would, too

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“I’m going down to the lounge and make a quick phone call,” he told Jack.

“Give her my regards!”
Jack knows all *Lenny face*

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MacGyver stared at the receiver in his hand and was glad he was already in a hospital because he felt as if his heart was about to pound out of his chest. Joanna had just said she loved him!
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In case you haven't gotten it yet...The FBI Guy...Mulder from The X-Files! Yeah, I was totally hooked on that show and just couldn't resist one little reference!

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In case you haven't gotten it yet...The FBI Guy...Mulder from The X-Files! Yeah, I was totally hooked on that show and just couldn't resist one little reference!

That explains it. I've never seen X files laugh.gif

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Chapter 3: Second Thoughts

MacGyver felt like he was walking on air as he headed back to Jack’s room. He didn’t even bother to try and hide the goofy grin he must be wearing. Joanna had just confirmed his greatest hope. He couldn’t wait to get back to Milwaukee. Back to her.

“Wow, that must have been one heck of a phone call,” Jack observed when Mac returned. “Or did that cute little nurse give you her number?”

“It’s none of your business, Jack,” Mac replied, trying to keep the frustration with his friend out of his voice.

“You wound me, compadre! Since when do we keep secrets from each other?”

Mac’s jaw went slack. How many times had Jack told him half-truths or downright lies to get him to go along with a crazy scheme?

“Fine!” Mac sat down in his chair, jamming his fingers through his hair. “Joanna just said she loves me.”

Jack’s happy-go-lucky expression quickly faded. “Aw man, I’m so sorry.”

“Sorry? Why?”

“I’m sure Joanna’s a great girl to hang out with, but now you’re gonna break her heart.”

“I am?”

“Earth to Mac! After love comes commitment and we both know you can’t do that! You need to set that girl straight. Pronto!”

“You don’t get it, Jack. I was in the middle of proposing to her when your mom called and told me about your accident.”

“Proposing? As in marriage?!” Jack’s eyes grew so wide Mac thought they might fall out of their sockets. “Lucky Mom called you when she did! Guys like you and me need to be free, go where life takes us, not get tied down with a wife, two point five kids, and a nine-to-five job!”

“You may still need that, but I’m done living like a nomad. I want to settle down. Put down real roots. And I want to do it with Joanna.”

“All right, man. If that’s what you want,” Jack shrugged nonchalantly.

“That’s it?” Mac asked suspiciously. “You’re not gonna try to talk me out of it?”

“Nope,” Jack replied smugly. “I’ll let your commitment-phobic DNA do it for me.”

XXXXX

Two days later, Jack was released from the hospital into Francine’s care. MacGyver had called in a few favors and pulled some strings to get access to a private plane so he could fulfill the reservations Jack had scheduled before the crash. He had forgotten how much he loved flying. The freedom he felt when it was just him and the big blue sky, all concerns and obligations anchored firmly to the ground where they couldn’t reach him. In an effort to keep Jack’s dream alive, MacGyver continued to book and pilot flights in the hopes of raising enough money so Jack could take out a loan and make a down payment on a new plane.

With Jack making steady progress in his recovery and no flights booked for the day, Mac decided to stop by the Challengers Club. He wondered if anyone, with the exception of Hines, would remember him. He walked through the door and into the controlled chaos that was the teen youth center and shelter service.

“MacGyver?! As I live and breathe is that you?!”

Mac turned toward the familiar voice. “Hey Cynthia! How’re you doin’?”

The spunky, African-American woman ran into his open arms and embraced him warmly.

“What brings you back to Los Angeles?”

“I’m helpin’ out a friend who had a little accident,” Mac replied casually. “A better question is what are you doin’ back at Challengers?”

Cynthia laughed. “Hines is out of town for the holidays and you know I just can’t stay away from these kids. Not to mention that this time of year we are always overcrowded and understaffed. I don’t suppose you’d be willing to stick around and help out a bit while you’re here?”

“What do you need me to do, Cynthia?” Mac asked with a grin.

“Well, since you asked…” She reached into the pocket of her sweater, pulled out a list and handed it to MacGyver.

Mac laughed. “Okay, I’m on it!”

The next several days passed quickly for MacGyver. When he wasn’t flying charters he was either helping out at Challengers or visiting with Jack and Francine. When he had resigned from Phoenix, Mac had sworn he would never again call L.A. home, yet here he was, slipping back into aspects of his old life that fit like a well-worn pair of jeans. He thought back to Jack’s words in the hospital on New Year’s Eve. Perhaps he was right. Perhaps guys like him and Jack weren’t meant to stay in one place too long regardless of who or what they left behind.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

The day after New Year’s Joanna arrived at work to find the office abuzz, her colleagues already working in high gear.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Joanna asked, snagging Mike Harlow’s arm as he hurried past her.

“Emergency meeting in five minutes,” he replied. “And I wouldn’t be late if I were you.”

Five minutes later Joanna found herself scrunched next to her co-workers in a small conference room. Their new boss, Carlos Hernandez, stepped to the front and asked for silence.

“Welcome back, people,” he began. “Just as the first snowfall brings a ton of accident cases, the new year brings a blizzard of divorce petitions. That being said, I’m going to need extra hands on these cases.”

Carlos read the list of paralegals, assistants, and investigators who would now be assigned to familial law. Joanna’s and Mike’s names were both called.

“And Mike,” Carlos added, “Since MacGyver is still on vacation, why don’t you use his office. It’ll make it easier for you and Ms. Fairfax to tag team if needed.”

Joanna’s hackles raised, but she stayed quiet. Granted, she hadn’t been looking forward to spending her days next to Mac’s empty room, but she certainly didn’t want someone else claiming the space instead! Mac was coming back, after all. Wasn’t he?

“I hope you don’t mind.” Mike’s voice broke into Jo’s thoughts.

“Of course not,” she responded politely before heading back to her own office.

The following week flew by as Joanna interviewed disgruntled husbands and wives. Their reasons for ending their marriage ranged from the mundane to the ridiculous. Like the woman whose husband had been leaving the toilet seat up for the last thirty years and suddenly she decided she couldn’t take it anymore.

By the time Friday rolled around, Joanna was dead on her feet. Not only had she been working solid eight to ten hour days with barely a break for lunch, but MacGyver had been calling her almost every night. Unfortunately, he seemed unaware of the time difference and often kept her up late talking about anything and everything, but she didn’t care. The sound of his voice soothed her and when she did sleep, she dreamed of him.

As the short January days melded together, Joanna found herself becoming depressed. She blamed it on working too much and listening to people complain about their soon-to-be ex-mates all day long, but in truth, many of their issues hit home and had her questioning the strength of her relationship with MacGyver. For example, there was the couple who had met at work and had never actually dated before getting married. Then there was the wife who complained that her husband didn’t share any of her hobbies and the couple who didn’t marry until they were in their fifties and found they could not stand living with and sharing their life with the other person. Last but not least were the number of couples who complained about the lack of communication in their marriage. Joanna’s stomach clenched. If these relationships were any indication, she and Mac didn’t stand a chance. They had met at work and their one attempt at a real date had failed miserably. Joanna’s hobbies included reading and knitting while MacGyver enjoyed playing hockey and outdoor activities. Plus, they had both been single a long time. While Jo shared a house with her parents, could she stand to be in constant close proximity to Mac and him to her? To top it off, his phone calls which had kept her up at night were now few and far between. And when they did talk, they were hard pressed to talk about something other than the weather or latest sports scores. Logic told her he was just busy and preoccupied getting Jack’s business up and running while also helping out at Challengers, but her heart feared he had grown bored with her since getting a taste of his old life where she did not belong.

One Tuesday afternoon Joanna sat surrounded by stacks of files furiously entering data into her computer when a knock on her door startled her.

“Sorry,” Mike apologized. “You wouldn’t happen to know the password to MacGyver’s computer, would you?”

“No,” she shook her head. “You’ve been working in there all this time and haven’t been able to use the computer?”

“I’ve been using the firm’s laptop. It just crashed.”

“Oh. Let me see what I can do.”

Joanna knew Mac’s password wouldn’t be complicated, it would just be odd. Something only the people closest to him would know. She sat down behind his desk and started typing. She hoped she didn’t blush when she punched in her name. She held her breath and then exhaled in disappointment when access was denied. So she began the litany of names he might use: Pete, Jack, Frog, Phoenix, Duct Tape. Nothing worked. She was about to give up when she had a sudden notion. Slowly she hit the keys: A-n-g-u-s. Bingo! The computer screen sprang to life.

“Excellent!” Mike exclaimed. “Hey, how about we go out to dinner tonight?”

He must have seen the surprise on her face as he continued, “We’ve both been working hard and deserve a break. Besides, I’d like to get to know you better, outside of this place.”

Was he asking her out on a date? Did she want to go?

“C’mon,” he urged, sensing her reluctance. “We gotta eat, right?”

“Of course,” Jo replied, finally finding her voice. “I’d love to.”

A few hours later she found herself seated across from Mike at her favorite Italian restaurant surreptitiously studying his features. His dark brown hair was cut in a short, neat style that accentuated his bright blue eyes that lit up when he spoke of his small but loving family. As they shared stories about themselves, she learned he had lived in Milwaukee his entire life and had once turned down a lucrative job offer because it involved too much travel and time away from home. He possessed an easy sense of humor, a warm smile and, even though he had been in his suit for over twelve hours, not once did he reach up to loosen the knot in his tie. Now this was the type of guy she always imagined herself falling for. Yet when she crawled into bed that night and closed her eyes, the only face she saw was MacGyver’s as a lone tear trickled down her cheek.

The next morning, Carlos was waiting for Joanna outside her office. He waved a piece of paper in front of her face as she approached.

“Do you know what this is?” he asked.

“No, sir,” Joanna said softly, taken aback by her boss’s behavior.

“This is yet another request for an extension to MacGyver’s leave of absence! How long does he plan on being gone? Doesn’t he realize that if he wants to keep his job he needs to show up once in a while?!”

Carlos was fairly yelling now and Joanna didn’t have an answer for him, but she promised she would speak to Mac about it when she got a chance.

Once ensconced behind her desk, Jo eyed her phone and the number Mac had given her in case she needed to contact him. She glanced at her watch. It was still early morning in L.A. so perhaps he hadn’t started his day yet. She dialed the number and was surprised when he answered on only the second ring.

“Hi! It’s me,” she greeted him, hoping she sounded somewhat upbeat.

“Jo? Is everything all right?”

“Yeah,” she replied automatically before backpedaling. “Well, actually, no. Carlos is pretty upset that you asked to extend your leave. Do you have any idea when you might be coming home?”

There was a long silence before he spoke. “I really can’t say. Business is picking up but Jack’s still not ready to fly and Challengers needs all the help it can get right now.”

“I understand, but I don’t think Carlos will. Mac, you might lose your job here.”

“Listen, I’ll call Carlos and see what we can work out. Thanks for the heads up, but I have a flight to San Francisco in ten minutes.”

“Mac, you are coming home, aren’t you?”

“Sorry, gotta go.” And the line went dead.

Joanna frowned as she hung up the phone. When she looked up, Mike Harlow was standing in her doorway.

“Bad news?” he asked.
“No. Um…it’s nothing,” she replied.

“I came to ask if you wanted to go out to dinner again. I really enjoyed last night.”

Jo hesitated. Mac was obviously moving on with his life. She needed to do the same.

“I’d love to, Mike, but I really planned on staying late to finish up this paperwork. It’s driving me nuts!”

“No problem! How about we order in and eat while we work. Do you want pizza or Chinese?”

“Your offer, your choice,” she replied with a smile, sincerely glad she wouldn’t be spending the evening alone.


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MacGyver felt like he was walking on air as he headed back to Jack’s room. He didn’t even bother to try and hide the goofy grin he must be wearing. Joanna had just confirmed his greatest hope. He couldn’t wait to get back to Milwaukee. Back to her.
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“Lucky Mom called you when she did! Guys like you and me need to be free, go where life takes us, not get tied down with a wife, two point five kids, and a nine-to-five job!”
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“Nope,” Jack replied smugly. “I’ll let your commitment-phobic DNA do it for me.”
I feel like that remark is going to make Mac paranoid for a while... XD

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He had forgotten how much he loved flying. The freedom he felt when it was just him and the big blue sky, all concerns and obligations anchored firmly to the ground where they couldn’t reach him. In an effort to keep Jack’s dream alive, MacGyver continued to book and pilot flights in the hopes of raising enough money so Jack could take out a loan and make a down payment on a new plane.
Since when? XD True, he liked it in Eagles, but his anxiety in the episode with the teens in the wilderness (I'm running on five hours of sleep, it's 11 pm as I type this, though I won't post it until tomorrow, and I'm not looking it up) makes me think otherwise XD But his fear varies depending on the episode, so this shouldn't surprise me wink.gif

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“Well, since you asked…” She reached into the pocket of her sweater, pulled out a list and handed it to MacGyver.
Was she just carrying that list around in hopes MacGyver would drop by? XD I kid, I kid

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He thought back to Jack’s words in the hospital on New Year’s Eve. Perhaps he was right. Perhaps guys like him and Jack weren’t meant to stay in one place too long regardless of who or what they left behind.
You were happy enough in one place with Jo, and I'm sure she wouldn't mind traveling part of the time if you want/need to visit L.A., Mac XD

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Like the woman whose husband had been leaving the toilet seat up for the last thirty years and suddenly she decided she couldn’t take it anymore.
Was their love ever true? XD

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If these relationships were any indication, she and Mac didn’t stand a chance.
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Joanna knew Mac’s password wouldn’t be complicated, it would just be odd. Something only the people closest to him would know.
It's 'Joanna' isn't it? XD XD XD

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She sat down behind his desk and started typing. She hoped she didn’t blush when she punched in her name. She held her breath and then exhaled in disappointment when access was denied.
Never mind... XD XD XD

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Yet when she crawled into bed that night and closed her eyes, the only face she saw was MacGyver’s as a lone tear trickled down her cheek.
I think this might be the slowest burn I've ever read XD

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“Mac, you are coming home, aren’t you?”

“Sorry, gotta go.” And the line went dead.
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Jo hesitated. Mac was obviously moving on with his life. She needed to do the same.
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Chapter 4: Second Chances


It was a late-January morning when a non-descript beige sedan pulled into MacGyver’s driveway. Since Sam had been on assignment during the holidays and was going to be on a month-long mission in a few weeks, his editor had agreed to give him an extended leave to go back to the States provided he return with an editorial on Small-Town Americana. Wanting to surprise his dad, he had rented a car at the airport. Hopefully, Mac would agree with his plan to spend a few days at Harry’s cabin in Minnesota where he could research and write an article on Mission City.

Sam quickly made his way to the front door and rang the bell. When there was no answer, he rapped on the glass, calling his dad’s name. Still, there was no reply. Even Frog wasn’t barking. The young man eyed the deadbolt lock and chewed his lower lip thoughtfully. He had promised MacGyver he would stop picking locks, but what if his dad was inside and sick or hurt? Just as he was reaching into his pocket for his Swiss Army knife, he heard his dad’s landlord open the door on his side of the townhouse.

“What’s with all the racket at this time of the day?!” he scolded.

“Hi, Mr. Rainey,” Sam replied sheepishly. “It’s me, Sam Malloy, MacGyver’s son.”

“Well, of course it is! I recognize you now! And call me Charlie like everyone else.”

“Thanks, Charlie,” Sam smiled. “Do you know if my dad’s home? He’s not expecting me and I was hoping to catch him before he left for work.”

The older man shook his head slowly. “Your dad bugged outta here late Christmas night. The next morning that girlfriend of his came and packed up the dog and left. Said Mac was going to Los Angeles. A friend of his had been in an accident. Haven’t seen or heard from either of ‘em since.”

“Oh,” Sam responded both concerned and perplexed. “Sorry to have bothered you.”
“Think nothing of it! And don’t be a stranger now, ya hear?!”

A short while later Sam was standing in front of the reception desk at the law firm where Jo and his dad worked.

“May I help you?” the young, sweet-looking receptionist asked.

“I’m looking for Joanna Fairfax.”

“Do you have an appointment?”

“No, but I’m a friend of the family,” Sam replied, flashing her his winningest smile.

The young woman blushed. “Her door is the third one on the left,” she told him, motioning down a long hallway.

“Thanks,” he said with a parting wink.

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Joanna was sitting on the corner of her desk with Mike standing next to her. They were both laughing about a couple they had just met with who wanted a divorce after the husband lost a football bet to his wife when Jo glanced up to see Sam standing in the doorway.

“Sam!” she exclaimed, sliding off the desk and smoothing her skirt. “What in the world are you doing here?!”

“Who’s he?” the young man asked, ignoring her question.

“Oh, I’m sorry! Sam Malloy, this is Mike Harlow, a co-worker. Mike, this is MacGyver’s son, Sam.”

“Nice to meet you,” Mike said, offering his hand which Sam ignored. He then turned to Joanna. “We still on for lunch later?”

“Yeah, sure,” she responded absently, her attention fixed on Mac’s son.
Mike took the hint and silently left the office.

“What’s going on with you two?!” Sam demanded, walking up to Jo’s desk.

“We’re just friends,” she replied defiantly.

“Yeah? That’s what you always said about my dad!”

“It’s not like that.” Joanna willed herself to breathe deep and speak calmly. “Mike and I really are just friends. I promise.”

Sam’s posture relaxed, but he didn’t look convinced.

“I went by my dad’s place earlier. Charlie said he’s in Los Angeles. What’s going on?”

Joanna motioned to a chair across from her. “Have a seat Sam,” she said as she settled into her own chair. “Your dad got a call from Jack Dalton’s mom on Christmas night. Jack had crashed his plane and it didn’t look good. Mac couldn’t get a flight so he drove out.”

Sam’s gaze fell to the floor. “How’s Jack?”

“He’s doing fine. He has some broken bones but he’s recovering. In the mean time, your dad is helping out with Jack’s air charter business and also helping Cynthia at Challengers.”

“When’s he coming home?”

Now it was Joanna’s eyes that lowered. “I don’t know,” she replied softly.

“When was the last time you talked with him?”

“It’s been a few days. I’m sorry, Sam. Mac isn’t telling me much these days.”

“Is it because of the jersey?”

“Huh?”

“Dad did give you a hockey jersey for Christmas, right?”

“Yeah, so?”

“What did you say?” Sam sounded nervous. Almost like his dad when he first presented her with the gift.

“Nothing,” she shrugged. “His cell phone rang before I could even thank him.”

“So he didn’t ask you about the name?”

“He tried, but Francine called.”

Sam let out a pent up sigh and ran his hand down his face.

“Look, Sam, what’s the big deal about what name goes on it, anyway? It’s not like I have a favorite player or anything.”

“Do you have a number where I can reach my dad?” he asked, ignoring her question.

“Sure.” Joanna scribbled the number to Jack’s office on the back of one of her business cards. “Will you be staying at Mac’s place?”

“Yeah, if I can pick the lock.”

Joanna grinned for the first time since seeing Sam. She rummaged in her purse and pulled out a keychain.

“Here. You’re dad gave it to me. I don’t think I’ll be needing it anymore,” she said, dropping the key into the palm of his hand.

Sam studied her face and then the key. “What’s going on between you two?”

“Ask your father,” she replied shortly before turning her attention to her files.

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MacGyver was scheduled to fly three CEO’s to Vegas in thirty minutes. He had just completed his pre-flight check list when the office phone rang. He was tempted to let the machine get it until he remembered that Jack’s answering machine was broken. Something else he had to fix. He jogged from the tarmac and answered the phone with a slightly breathless “Hello”.

“You didn’t ask her, did you?” a voice on the other end scolded.

“Huh?”

“Joanna. You didn’t ask her to marry you like you planned. You chickened out…again!”

“Sam? Where are you?”

“I’m in Milwaukee. I wanted to surprise you with a visit before I have to leave for my next assignment. I saw Jo.”

MacGyver sighed and ran his hand through his already tousled hair.

“I tried, Sam. I really did. But then Francine called…”

“Save it, Dad. Are you telling me you couldn’t have stayed a few extra minutes to propose? Or did you take advantage of the call to make an escape?”

“Look, I had to get to Jack. He’s my friend, and when you make a friend…”

“You take on a responsibility. I know that, Dad! But what about Joanna? I thought she was a lot more than a friend and a helluva lot more than just a responsibility to you!”

“She is, but—“ the line was already dead and MacGyver slammed down the phone in frustration.

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Sam paced the apartment, seething with anger. He had come back to the States planning on celebrating their engagement, but he returned to find them further apart than ever, both physically and emotionally. It was obvious to Sam that Jo and his dad loved each other and belonged together, but something always got in the way. He stopped pacing and stared out the patio door. Maybe they just needed a little bit of help.

“Hello!” MacGyver barked into the phone.

“Dad, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things to you.”

“You’re right. You shouldn’t have,” Mac replied evenly, but Sam could hear the smile in his voice. “The thing is, you have a point. I really blew it this time, didn’t I?”

“Maybe,” Sam shrugged his shoulders even though his dad couldn’t see him. “Tell you what. How about you meet me up at Harry’s cabin this weekend? We could spend some quality time together while I write a piece on Mission City for my editor.

There was silence at first, then Sam heard papers being shuffled and finally MacGyver’s voice.

“Looks like I don’t have any charters so I can fly in. Meet you there Saturday morning?”

“I’ll be there!” Sam answered with a very satisfied grin.

One down, one to go.

Sam knocked on Joanna’s office door the following day. When he opened it he found Mike leaning over her shoulder, studying something on her computer. Sam frowned and Joanna looked up, surprise registered on her face.

“Sam! I wasn’t expecting you.”

“Obviously. Am I interrupting something?” he asked while keeping a wary eye on Mike.

“No,” she replied a bit too quickly. “We were just going over some reports.”

Sam would have preferred to talk to Jo alone, but Mike did not look like he was inclined to leave any time soon.

“I’m going up to Mission City this weekend and wondered if you’d like to come along. Kinda get out of your head for a while, ya know?”

“I don’t know…” she hedged.

“We’ll head out Friday morning. Make a three-day weekend out of it. What do you say?”

He could practically see the gears in her head turning, just like Dad when he was thinking. Maybe that was it! Maybe both of them just thought too much!

“You should go,” Mike urged her, to Sam’s surprise. “You’ve been putting in a lot of overtime and you have vacation days coming.”

“I was planning on staying at Harry’s cabin, but you could get a motel room if you prefer,” Sam added quickly before Jo could protest.

“No, I like Harry’s cabin. And you’re right, it might be good to get away for a couple days.”

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What had she been thinking?! For the past few weeks she had worked so hard to get MacGyver and the chance of a future with him out of her head and here she was, planning to spend the weekend with his son at his grandfather’s cabin. The same cabin they had once shared.

It was mid-afternoon by the time Sam maneuvered his rental car up the narrow drive that led to the cabin.

“You okay?” he asked as he put the vehicle in park, concern evident in his eyes.

“Yeah, sure,” Joanna replied shortly as she climbed from the passenger seat.

Sam led the way and unlocked the door. He stepped inside and flipped a switch bathing the one large room in warm lamplight.

“Looks like Neil came through for us,” he observed. “I called ahead and asked him to get the utilities turned on.”

Joanna had met Neil, Mac’s childhood friend, when she had been up here before. She walked around the room to get her bearings. Not only had Neil taken care of the electricity, but he had laid in a supply of wood for the fireplace, stocked the cupboards, and flushed the pipes as well.

Sam retrieved their bags from the car and started a fire while Joanna put together a simple supper. A little while later she emerged from the bathroom after taking a long hot shower to find that it had started to snow. Large, fluffy flakes floated down from the sky. Clad in flannel lounge pants and a sweatshirt, Joanna slipped into the double bed and willed her muscles to relax and her mind to stop thinking. She fell asleep listening to the steady rhythm of Sam’s snoring coming from where he dozed on the couch in front of the television.

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MacGyver’s rented SUV bumped along the snow-covered road to Harry’s cabin Saturday morning. Thankfully, the snow storm from last night had stayed far enough north allowing him to land in Minneapolis without a problem. He soon saw smoke rising from the chimney and a large white bump that had to be his son’s car. It felt good to be back, away from the city and the demands of Jack’s fledgling business and Challengers.

Mac had just walked through the door and greeted Sam when Joanna emerged from the bathroom wearing jeans and a sweater. She was the last person MacGyver expected to see here. Apparently, she felt the same way about him as their gazes locked and he saw anger spark in her deep brown eyes before being replaced with…sadness?

As if by unspoken agreement, they both turned on the younger man simultaneously.

“Sam!” they exclaimed in unison.

“Now listen,” Sam replied firmly. “You two need to talk. I mean really talk and work through whatever’s going on between you. I’m gonna go get more wood for the fireplace.” He then slipped out the door into the snow.

MacGyver sat down at the kitchen table while Joanna walked over to the sink.

“Breakfast?” she asked politely.

“No thanks, I grabbed something on the way up here. But feel free to go ahead.”

“I’m not hungry,” she replied softly before filling a glass with tap water and taking a seat across from him.

“So, how did my charming son convince you to come up here?”

“You first,” she challenged.

“He played the ‘let’s have some father/son quality time’ card.”

“You mean he didn’t tell you about Mike?”

Mac’s pulse jumped. “Mike? Mike who?”

“Mike Harlow, from work. Since you’re not there Hernandez teamed us up. Sam saw us together a couple times and I believe he’s jealous on your behalf.”

“Should he be?”

“Absolutely not! You know Mike’s a good guy. We’re work friends, that’s it,” Jo explained.

“Yeah, I know,” Mac replied. “Now it’s your turn.”

“Sam, with a little help from Mike, convinced me I’ve been working too hard and needed some time off and, to be honest, a weekend in the woods away from everyone and everything didn’t sound so bad.”

“Until I showed up, right?” MacGyver figured it was time to come clean.

“When I gave you that jersey, before Francine called, I was trying to propose to you.”

The corners of Joanna’s mouth tugged upward. “I kinda figured that out.”

“You did?”

“Yeah,” Jo confessed. “After you, and then Sam, made such a big deal out of which name I wanted on the back, I figured you were going to ask me if I wanted it to say ‘Fairfax’…or ‘MacGyver’.”

“If we hadn’t been interrupted and I had asked you to marry me that night, what would you have said?”

“I would’ve said ‘yes’.”

“And if I asked you to marry me now?”

Joanna’s eyes fell to the untouched drinking glass on the table and she shook her head slowly. “I don’t know.”

Mac’s stomach clenched at her answer, but if he were honest with himself, he wasn’t sure he even wanted to propose again.

The uneasy silence that had fallen between them was shattered by the rev of an engine and the whir of tires. MacGyver lunged for the door, Joanna right behind him, in time to see Sam barreling down the snowy drive in Mac’s SUV.

“He’s probably just anxious to get into town and start his story,” Mac said casually, trying to hide his concern at his son’s hasty departure.

“I don’t think so,” Joanna replied ominously.

MacGyver turned in time to see her grab a note that had been tacked to the door.

“It just says, ‘See ya Sunday’.” She offered the note to Mac.

MacGyver crumpled the piece of paper in his hand.

“He’s not gonna get away with this!”

“Get away with what?” Joanna asked, truly dumbfounded.

“All but kidnapping and abandoning us in the hopes that we’ll get back together!”

Mac stormed back into the cabin. “Get your boots on,” he commanded Jo. “We’re leaving!”

A short while later, Mac slid behind the wheel of Sam’s rented sedan, now free of snow, and reached under the dash to pull down some wires. Joanna sat silently next to him. Hotwiring a car came naturally to him, but today he seemed to be all thumbs and, when the stripped wires made contact with each other, the engine wouldn’t fire. Biting back a curse he got out and lifted the hood.

“Terrific!”

“What is it?” He hadn’t heard Joanna approach.

“The distributer cap. It’s gone,” he groaned, shoving his hand through this hair.

“Can’t you do something?”

“No! I can’t just ‘do something’!” he snapped causing Jo to flinch. “C’mon,” he gentled his voice as he led Joanna back inside the cabin. “I’ll call Neil and have him come get us.”

“I don’t get it,” Joanna huffed. “Why can’t we just wait for Sam to pick us up tomorrow? Or do you want to get away from me that badly?”

MacGyver dropped his head and blew out a breath. “This has nothing to do with you. I’m just sick and tired of Sam thinking he knows what’s best for me and trying to manipulate us!”

Mac grabbed the phone, but silence greet him when he held the receiver to his ear.

“Line’s dead,” he growled.

“Did you bring you’re cell phone?”

“Yeah. I left it in the truck. You?”

“Sorry. It’s at home. I wanted to be disconnected, remember?”

“I got an idea,” he said as he grabbed Joanna’s wrist and made his way behind the cabin to a small storage shed.

After clearing away the snow and prying open the door, MacGyver stepped in and began to rummage around the small, dimly lit space.

“Ever been snowshoeing before?” he asked Joanna.

“No,” she answered, trepidation in her voice.

“Well, there’s a first time for everything,” he stated as he shoved a pair of snowshoes at her.

“You’re not seriously suggesting we walk to town!”

“Nope. Just to the main road. Hopefully someone will take pity on us and give us a lift.”

Mac continued searching the shed, but found nothing else of value.

“What are you going to do?” Joanna asked in a soft voice. “There’s only one pair.”

“Go inside, bundle up and strap those on,” he instructed. “I’ll be right there.”

MacGyver entered the cabin, arms loaded with various twigs and branches, to find Joanna bent over and struggling with the snowshoes. She looked up at him in frustration.

“I’ve never done this before.”

“That’s okay, I got it,” he replied in what he hoped was an easy, relaxed tone.

He made quick work of strapping her feet to the snowshoes.

“Could you grab the duct tape out of my duffle?” he asked as he grabbed a couple of the branches he had found.

“You’re going to make your own snowshoes?” Jo asked in disbelief.

“Yep,” he replied with a grin.

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MacGyver took another step and his foot sunk even deeper into the fluffy snow. Maybe taking a shortcut through the woods hadn’t been the best idea since his homemade snowshoes weren’t working out as well as he had envisioned. When last he had checked, Joanna had been awkwardly walking a few yards behind him. They had been on the move for a while now, and Mac figured they were about half way to the road when he heard an oomph and a thump from behind. He turned to find Jo sitting awkwardly in a snow drift.

“What happened?” he asked as he made his way back to her.

“My knee just gave out,” she answered calmly. “Here, help me up.” She stuck out her hand towards him.

“You should stay down. You might be injured.”

Jo shook her head. “I’ve had problems with my knees since I was in my early teens. I’m fine,” she explained as she clamped onto his arm and clamored to her feet.

Unfortunately, the next time she put weight on that leg the knee buckled again. This time, MacGyver was prepared. He caught her around the waist and gently lowered her to the ground.

“We need to get you back to the cabin,” he said firmly.

“No. I just need to rest it a minute. You go ahead and track down Sam and I’ll walk back to the cabin in a bit.”

“Do you honestly think I’m going to leave you alone in the snow with a bum knee?” he asked gruffly as he began to unstrap her snowshoes.

“Apparently not,” she mumbled as MacGyver made quick work of ditching his sorry excuse for snowshoes and putting on the real ones Joanna had worn. He then crouched in front of her, his large hands examining her knee through her jean clad legs.

“How am I supposed to walk back when you stole my snowshoes?” she asked, frustration creeping into her voice.

“You’re not,” Mac replied. “Your knee is already starting to swell. I’m going to have to carry you.”

“What?” she squeaked as he reached out, pulled her to her feet, and bent over.

“Climb on my back,” he instructed. “We’ll do it piggy back.”

After several seconds he finally felt Jo put her weight on him.

“Put your arms around my neck,” he instructed as he straightened up holding her legs around his waist. She held on so tight he had trouble breathing, but he actually didn’t mind.

Once safely inside the cabin, MacGyver lowered Joanna to the floor and watched as she gingerly tested putting weight on her knee.

“Think you can make your way to the bathroom and get out of those wet jeans?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “It seems to be getting better.”

When she stepped out of the bathroom wearing her flannel lounge pants and a sweatshirt, MacGyver helped her over to the couch, raised her leg to rest on the battered coffee table, and placed a plastic baggie full of ice cubes on her knee. He retreated to the kitchen for a couple minutes before returning to the couch with two piping hot bowls of chili.

“I know I’m hungry and I figured you must be too,” he said as he handed Jo one of the bowls and sat down beside her.

“You made this?” she asked skeptically.

“Yep. Opened the can all by myself and everything!” he grinned before shoveling a spoonful of chili into his mouth.

Joanna laughed softly before doing the same.

“What happened between us, Mac?” she asked quietly once they were done eating.

MacGyver sighed, leaned forward, and scrubbed his face with his hands.

“I let Jack Dalton get inside my head. That’s what happened.” He glanced at Jo’s questioning gaze before continuing. “He tried to convince me that guys like us are incapable of settling down and the longer I was out there the more I believed it.”

“And what do you believe now that you’re here?” Her voice was little more than a whisper.

“I believe I need to stop listening to Jack Dalton. I suppose there will always be a part of me that craves freedom and adventure, but there’s a bigger part of me that wants to fall in love, put down roots, and have a real home.”
Mac looked up and locked on Joanna’s eyes. “What about you?”

She shook her head slowly, sadly. “I let myself get caught up in all the ugly divorce stories I heard and I started to apply them to us.”

“Like what?”

“Like how we met at work and never really dated. How we enjoy different hobbies and activities. How we’ve both been independent so long. And how we shut each other out when life gets hard.”

MacGyver draped his arm across the back of the couch and began massage Joanna’s neck.

“Some of those things aren’t necessarily bad,” he reasoned. “And we can work through all of them if we love each other enough to try.”

Joanna simply sighed as they both turned their attention to the crackling fire that warmed the room.

“Why marriage?” Jo suddenly asked, breaking the silence that had enveloped them.

Mac shrugged. “It just seemed like the next logical step.”

“And now?”

MacGyver’s silence was her answer.

“That’s what I thought,” she replied sadly as she carefully rose from the couch and limped her way to the bed.

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MacGyver had turned on an old Western and muted the sound after Joanna went to bed. He was just beginning to doze off when a noise from the other side of the room caught his attention. When he didn’t hear it again after several minutes, he figured it was just the winter wind and allowed himself to relax. Just then the noise came again, sounding like something between a moan and a whimper. Joanna!

Mac quickly ran to her bedside and found her lying with her back to him.

“What’s wrong, baby? Is it your knee?”

“Cold,” came the mumbled reply.

MacGyver quickly looked around the room for an extra blanket and ended up pulling the quilt off his cot and gently placing it over Joanna. Still, he could see her body quaking beneath the covers. He reached over and put his hand on her forehead.

“You don’t have a fever,” he murmured, “But you’re probably coming down with something.”

He stood helplessly watching her for several minutes as she shivered and moaned, his mind warring with his heart. When he couldn’t stand watching her suffer any longer, he did the only thing he could think of. He lifted the covers and carefully crawled into bed beside her to share his body heat. He draped an arm gently around her waist and was about to pull her to him when she suddenly shimmied against him so that her back pressed against his chest. He gently kissed the top of her head before tucking it to rest beneath his chin, his arm wrapped tightly around her.

Hours later MacGyver was awakened by Joanna’s coughing, her entire body shuddering.

“Honey?” she croaked.

“I’m right here, baby,” Mac assured her as he held her tight.

Joanna wiggled out of his grasp and into a sitting position.

“No,” she said in between coughs. “Do you have any honey?”

“Oh. Um. Let me check,” he said as he slipped from the bed.

He grabbed a flashlight and rummaged through the cupboards until he had located a jar of honey and a spoon. Joanna greedily measured out and swallowed the sweet syrup, allowing it to soothe her throat and calm her cough. When the episode passed, she once again burrowed beneath the covers, this time facing MacGyver. He smiled when he felt her warm breath on his cheek and the weight of her hand on his chest.

“Thanks…honey,” she murmured sleepily.

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“How are you feeling?” MacGyver asked Joanna later the next morning as he handed her a steaming mug of hot chocolate and sat beside her on the sofa.

“Better,” she replied after taking a sip of the hot liquid. “My knee is still stiff, but the swelling’s gone down, and my cough seems to be gone but my nose is stuffed up.”

“This is all my fault,” Mac sighed guiltily. “I should have never dragged you out in the snow like that.”

“C’mon, Mac,” Jo chided. “Since when do you ever make me do anything I don’t want to?”

“You got a point,” he responded, tapping the tip of her nose with his index finger as she nestled her head against his shoulder. He relished the feelings of protectiveness and peace she stirred in him.

“This is why,” he said huskily.

Jo raised her head. “’Why’ what?”

“Why I wanted to ask you to marry me.”

Joanna quirked her brow and Mac knew further explanation was in order.

“When you asked yesterday, I didn’t know what to say. But now I do. I wanted to marry you so that I could always be there to love you, take care of you when you’re sick or hurt, but most of all, so that no matter where we go or what we do, you’ll always be my home.”

The words had barely left MacGyver’s mouth before the front door swung open and Sam barged into the room, dropping two packages on the kitchen table before standing in front of the fireplace.

“Man, it’s cold out there!” he exclaimed. “So, did you two get everything straightened out?” he asked.

“We’re working on it,” Mac assured his son as he smiled at Jo. They were on the right track, but their behavior these past few weeks proved they still had some things to work through.

“So no engagement then,” the younger man frowned.

“Saaam,” MacGyver warned.

“Hey, no rush! But I think you’ll like what I have for you.”

They made their way to the kitchen table where Sam gave one box to Jo and the other to Mac.

Joanna opened her gift first and laughed. It was the Milwaukee Admirals hockey jersey that MacGyver had tried to propose with at Christmas. On the back, emblazoned where her name should be was the statement: “Mac’s Girl” in big, bold letters.

Mac opened his box to find a brand new Calgary Flames jersey. He turned it around to find that it boldly proclaimed him “Jo’s Guy”.

“Well? What do you think? Do you like ‘em?” Sam asked eagerly.

“They’re perfect!” the couple replied in unison.












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"I've found from past experiences that the tighter your plan, the more likely you are to run into something unpredictable" ~ MacGyver (The Heist)

 
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Chapter 4: Second Chances
That sounds promising ;-)

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Wanting to surprise his dad, he had rented a car at the airport.
On one hand, I'm happy to see Sam again. He's one of my favorite characters. smile.gif But on the other hand.... He's not going to be pleased when he finds out Mac is sort of MIA blowup.gif

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When there was no answer, he rapped on the glass, calling his dad’s name.
Gee, Sam, who taught you manners. Calling your dad by his name XD

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Just as he was reaching into his pocket for his Swiss Army knife
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The older man shook his head slowly. “Your dad bugged outta here late Christmas night. The next morning that girlfriend of his came and packed up the dog and left. Said Mac was going to Los Angeles. A friend of his had been in an accident. Haven’t seen or heard from either of ‘em since.”
Well, at least he got a suitable explanation

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“No, but I’m a friend of the family,” Sam replied, flashing her his winningest smile.

The young woman blushed.
Well hello, hot stuff XD XD XD

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“Thanks,” he said with a parting wink.
Yeah okay, we all know who he got his skills from XD

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“Who’s he?” the young man asked, ignoring her question.
On one hand, I'm laughing because Sam has all the manners of a Millennial, on the other hand, I'm laughing because I can just feel his ship sinking XD

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“Nice to meet you,” Mike said, offering his hand which Sam ignored.
I feel you, Sam. I get salty when my ship isn't canon as well XD

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“What’s going on with you two?!” Sam demanded, walking up to Jo’s desk.
Me with my (very short) ship list XD

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“It’s not like that.” Joanna willed herself to breathe deep and speak calmly. “Mike and I really are just friends. I promise.”
I find it kinda comical how she needs to defend her romantic choices from Sam XD

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“Is it because of the jersey?”

“Huh?”

“Dad did give you a hockey jersey for Christmas, right?”
huh.gif Sam knows about that?

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“What did you say?” Sam sounded nervous. Almost like his dad when he first presented her with the gift.

“Nothing,” she shrugged. “His cell phone rang before I could even thank him.”
I shouldn't be laughing this hard, help me roller.gif

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Sam let out a pent up sigh and ran his hand down his face.
Mood. Big mood XD

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“Look, Sam, what’s the big deal about what name goes on it, anyway? It’s not like I have a favorite player or anything.”
headbutt.gif Funny thing is, I'm supposed to be used to obliviousness, because I'm a huge Miraculous fan and everyone in that show is stupid ( laugh.gif ), but I'm very frustrated right now at this XD

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“Sure.” Joanna scribbled the number to Jack’s office on the back of one of her business cards. “Will you be staying at Mac’s place?”

“Yeah, if I can pick the lock.”
At least he's honest laugh.gif

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Sam studied her face and then the key. “What’s going on between you two?”

“Ask your father,” she replied shortly before turning her attention to her files.
Oh look, they've already got accurate parenting skills XD XD XD

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Sam paced the apartment, seething with anger.
Okay, I understand Sam's anger, but I kind of have to side with Mac on this one. He thought Jack could have been dead, or dying. Even if he had taken five more minutes to propose, the moment would've been ruined by the shock of what happened to Jack.

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Maybe they just needed a little bit of help.
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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“Dad, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things to you.”
I'm glad Sam wisened up quickly happy.gif

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“I’ll be there!” Sam answered with a very satisfied grin.

One down, one to go.
Oh no, I know what he's up to ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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Maybe that was it! Maybe both of them just thought too much!
I have that problem too blush.gif

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“You should go,” Mike urged her, to Sam’s surprise. “You’ve been putting in a lot of overtime and you have vacation days coming.”
Good boy. But you're not coming wink.gif

And I freaking called it! XD

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As if by unspoken agreement, they both turned on the younger man simultaneously.

“Sam!” they exclaimed in unison.
Rofl, this is my new favorite scene X'D X'D X'D

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“When I gave you that jersey, before Francine called, I was trying to propose to you.”
0.0 Well that was extremely straightforward X'D

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The corners of Joanna’s mouth tugged upward. “I kinda figured that out.”
What?! Since when?! 0.o X'D

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The uneasy silence that had fallen between them was shattered by the rev of an engine and the whir of tires. MacGyver lunged for the door, Joanna right behind him, in time to see Sam barreling down the snowy drive in Mac’s SUV.
SAM YOU DIDN'T!!! X'D

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“He’s probably just anxious to get into town and start his story,” Mac said casually, trying to hide his concern at his son’s hasty departure.
Hahaha no X'D

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“All but kidnapping and abandoning us in the hopes that we’ll get back together!”
I didn't know I could love Sam any more, but THIS CHAPTER X'D

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MacGyver dropped his head and blew out a breath. “This has nothing to do with you. I’m just sick and tired of Sam thinking he knows what’s best for me and trying to manipulate us!”
I feel like the next conversation between father and son is going to be interesting XD

Wait... Did Sam call Neil already?

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Mac grabbed the phone, but silence greet him when he held the receiver to his ear.
Close enough. Sam, boy, what are we gonna do with you?

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“Nope. Just to the main road. Hopefully someone will take pity on us and give us a lift.”
Getting a bit desperate, are we? Or just stubborn XD Tbh, I'd do the same thing. I guess the Northerner stubbornness is one thing I inherited XD

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Jo shook her head. “I’ve had problems with my knees since I was in my early teens. I’m fine,”
Me too XD

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“Yep. Opened the can all by myself and everything!” he grinned before shoveling a spoonful of chili into his mouth.
My cooking XD

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He lifted the covers and carefully crawled into bed beside her to share his body heat.
This is becoming a past time now XD

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“Honey?” she croaked.

“I’m right here, baby,” Mac assured her as he held her tight.

Joanna wiggled out of his grasp and into a sitting position.

“No,” she said in between coughs. “Do you have any honey?”

“Oh. Um. Let me check,” he said as he slipped from the bed.
I literally lol'ed XD

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“Man, it’s cold out there!” he exclaimed. “So, did you two get everything straightened out?” he asked.
He just reminded me of Jack XD

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“So no engagement then,” the younger man frowned.

“Saaam,” MacGyver warned.
Yeah, tread carefully. He's not taking your crap anymore XD

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On the back, emblazoned where her name should be was the statement: “Mac’s Girl” in big, bold letters.
Oh Sam XD

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He turned it around to find that it boldly proclaimed him “Jo’s Guy”.
You're so corny, Sam XD XD XD

I seriously hope that whenever Sam finds his perfect SO, Mac make just as big a fuss. Perfect revenge XD

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I'm glad you enjoyed this chapter, Dragondog! And especially that you like Sam. I'm sure I've said this before, but his character is both a blessing and a curse. Any fic post-season 7 should probably include him since he is a canon character. Unfortunately, we didn't learn very much about it since he only appeared once. Therefore, it gives you a lot of freedom when writing him, but at the same time, if you get stuck, you don't have canon to fall back on!

I also included a couple personal snippets. I really have had bad knees since I was a teen, though not to the extent of Joanna's. I also use honey to help with coughs and sore throats. I actually learned that remedy from my grandma who would give me spoonfuls when I got sick when I was little.

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