I'm posting the final part of the last story I was working on before we unfortunately lost many of the fanfic posts.
I'll bring back the other parts again soon. If you're reading this part, remember that it's the one where MacGyver and Jack O'Neill end up on a planet where they're tiny in comparison to everything else. Enjoy!
A Little Problem Part Seven
Rated: PG
“Stop! Put your guns down! It’s okay!” MacGyver shouted at the soldiers who had their weapons trained on the giant hand, their expressions stoic and professional, yet fear was in their eyes at such a bizarre sight.
Carefully, MacGyver helped Jack O’Neill, who was still unconscious, slowly pulling his body off the hand and onto the ramp in the gate room. Now empty, the hand withdrew from the gate, disappearing just as the wormhole disengaged. General Hammond, gaping in disbelief over what he just saw, quickly pulled the microphone in the control room toward him.
“Medical team to the gate room, stat!” He shouted. “All other personnel stand down!”
Obeying Hammond’s orders, the soldiers in the gate room lowered their weapons and left the gate room, only to be replaced by Dr. Frasier and the medical team, running frantically to see what injuries these two unlucky men had sustained this time. MacGyver cradled Jack’s head in his hands, inspecting his condition. He was still deathly pale and hot. His body was rigid, and his breathing was shallow. Dr. Frasier began to examine him. She looked up at MacGyver with wide brown eyes, eyes that never failed to communicate a sense of urgency.
“What happened to him?” She asked.
“He was injected with something, some alien virus,” MacGyver said.
Dr. Frasier groaned inwardly. She had lost count of just how many times Jack O’Neill had fallen victim to an alien virus.
“He was given something to help him, but I’m afraid you’re going to have to do the rest,” MacGyver said, sensing her concern.
“All right, let’s get him to the infirmary!” Dr. Frasier shouted to her medical team, looking at MacGyver with her sincere stare one final time, gently squeezing his wrist.
MacGyver watched as they loaded Jack’s pale, unconscious body onto a gurney and rushed him out of the gate room. He stood there, stunned and helpless, overwhelmed by what he had been through in the past few hours. It took him a moment to regain his senses. He wasn’t used to being back where everything was his size, and he had to readjust. His worry for Jack consumed him, and it took him awhile before he noticed that General Hammond and the rest of SG-1 were now in the gate room, staring at him expectantly, hoping for answers he was still too confused to give.
“Just what in the world happened out there, son?” Hammond asked MacGyver.
MacGyver looked at him with haunting dark eyes. “It’s a long story, sir,” he said.
“MacGyver, what was that…thing?” Daniel asked, staring in amazement at the gate, imagining the giant hand he had just seen moments before, holding MacGyver and Jack as if they were merely dolls. They had looked so small and fragile in comparison.
Hammond noticed how preoccupied MacGyver was, staring at the ramp with dark, vacant eyes, trying to understand all the surreal events he had just experienced. He put a firm, supportive hand on MacGyver’s shoulder.
“I want you to report to the infirmary, son,” he said, taking in MacGyver’s dirty appearance and torn clothing. “Then, after you’re checked out, I want you to report to the briefing room in one hour.”
MacGyver knew he didn’t have to take orders the way his cousin Jack did, but he knew the general was right. “Yes sir,” he said.
***
MacGyver stared at Jack, standing by his bed. He gently took Jack’s clammy hand in his and sighed.
“He has some combination of Rabies and Influenza,” Dr. Frasier said. “The wound on his back is infected, and he has a broken rib. It’s not a good combination, but he will improve. Whatever this…being gave him to counter the effects of the injection seems to be working. Combining it with what we use to cure these viruses here on earth should speed his recovery time.”
Dr. Frasier knew she should be used to the unusual by now, but the story MacGyver had told her about being on a planet of giants seemed like something out of a fairy tale. Jack’s cracked rib and the large wound on his back that she could tell was an injection site from a massive needle seemed to prove his fantastic story, however.
“Sir…I mean, MacGyver,” Sam said, rushing into the infirmary. It always took her a moment to adjust when seeing MacGyver. Even though he was younger and his hair was different, she still had the urge to call him “Sir,” just as she did with Jack. Their remarkable resemblance never ceased to amaze her. “General Hammond wants to see you in the briefing room.” She looked down at Jack’s pale, still body and gently stroked his arm, holding back tears. It was so difficult to feel what she felt for him while having to hide it and try to remain professional. “Janet, how is he?” She asked.
“He’s going to be fine, Sam,” Janet said, placing a reassuring hand lightly on Sam’s back. “He’s been through a great deal, but he will recover.”
“Thank God,” Sam said, closing her eyes.
“I think we should let him rest now,” Janet said, watching Sam carefully. She and MacGyver exchanged glances. They knew how Sam really felt about Jack.
“Of course,” Sam said, opening her eyes and composing herself. She straightened her posture and turned to MacGyver. “Shall we?” She asked.
MacGyver nodded and followed her to the briefing room.
***
“So, you’re saying that you encountered a race of giant alien beings?” General Hammond asked, listening with complete fascination to MacGyver’s story.
“Yes. I can only tell you that it was…unreal,” MacGyver said.
“How come our probes never detected any life forms on that planet?” Sam asked.
“Perhaps there was a malfunction of some kind, Major Carter,” Teal’c said.
Sam shrugged. “I do remember some of our devices not functioning properly when we were there,” she said. “Maybe our technology was just too…small to detect something so large.”
“Don’t forget the thing that chased us back through the gate,” Daniel said.
“What did these beings look like?” General Hammond asked.
“Just like us, except much bigger,” MacGyver said. “We’re the size of dolls compared to them.”
Teal’c raised an eyebrow. “Perhaps they could be a formidable ally in our fight against the Goa’uld,” he said.
“Maybe, but the fact is, we really don’t know if this is a peaceful society we should engage with again,” Hammond said. “Look at what they did to Colonel O’Neill.”
“That was just one corrupt, sick scientist,” MacGyver said, growing angry when he remembered the torture Jack went through, and how helpless he felt to save him, being so small and powerless against something so large. “I can tell you that they are for the most part a peaceful society that wants to engage with others.”
Daniel watched MacGyver as he spoke, admiring him. He couldn’t believe this man was related to hot-headed, bellicose Jack O’Neill. His similarities in appearance made it strange, as well. He was like Jack O’Neill’s second, gentler half.
“Maybe we should try to contact them again,” he said.
“How, Daniel?” Sam asked. “Our devices don’t work on that planet.”
“They haven’t so far,” Daniel said. He looked at MacGyver and smiled. “But maybe you can get some help in figuring out how to make them work on that planet.”
MacGyver understood what Daniel was implying. “Oh no,” he said. “I don’t think so.”
“The colonel told me you’re an expert on all things mechanical,” Hammond said.
“Yeah, but…this is a little out of my league, don’t you think?”
Hammond smiled. “You said yourself that these are people worth contacting again,” he said. “You and Major Carter will find a way.”
***
After days of tinkering with their equipment, MacGyver and Sam prepared to send out their modified probe to the planet of the giants.
“Let’s hope this works,” Sam said, watching as it launched through the gate.
They waited a few minutes. Something appeared on the screen. The pictures were grainy, but MacGyver recognized the place. It was the backyard of Susan and Ellie’s house. A large shadow filled the screen, followed by movement.
“Whoa, what is that?” Sam asked.
MacGyver looked at her. “I think someone’s picking it up,” he said.
The images shook and changed, and soon they found themselves looking at an enormous eye. Sam gasped.
“They’re trying to communicate with us, honey,” Susan said. “Come on, let’s set up our device.”
“Well, it worked,” Sam said, still not quite believing what she was looking at.
“They know it’s us,” MacGyver said.
“Hello? MacGyver, Jack? Are you out there?” A female voice boomed through the gate room.
Everyone waited in stunned silence.
“Susan, is that you?” MacGyver asked. “Can you hear me?”
“Jack?” She asked.
“No, it’s MacGyver.”
“You sound so much alike.”
MacGyver grinned. “So they tell me.”
SG-1, minus Jack, stared at MacGyver in disbelief. They had encountered some bizarre things, but they weren’t prepared for talking to giants. Yet, MacGyver handled it so casually, and he had seen fewer strange things than they had.
“MacGyver!” A little girl’s voice boomed even louder, almost causing the gate room to shake as if there was an incoming wormhole. The others in the gate room braced themselves against the shaking, looking concerned.
“Hi Ellie, how are you doing, sweetheart?” MacGyver asked, smiling.
“I’m okay. Is Jack okay? Is he going to be all right?”
“He’s going to be fine, thanks to your mother.”
“This is General Hammond,” Hammond said, clearing his throat and trying to get over the strangeness of the situation. “We really do owe you a debt of gratitude for helping Colonel O’Neill and getting him home safely, as well as MacGyver. Our people would like to remain in contact with your people. MacGyver convinced us that you are peaceful.”
“We would like that,” Susan said. “I think it would only benefit both of our societies.”
“She studies people from other planets, just like us,” MacGyver said.
“I really am sorry for what happened to Jack,” Susan said. “I hope you don’t consider us hostile because of the actions of one man.”
“Not at all,” Hammond said.
“I am head of research and diplomatic relations now,” Susan said, “and I can assure you that I will encourage nothing but peaceful relations with your people from now on. We didn’t even know you existed until Jack and MacGyver came. We thought you were the stuff of fairy tales.”
Hammond chuckled. “Likewise,” he said.
“It’s a relief that we know each other,” Susan said. “I look forward to discussing other matters with you soon. MacGyver, tell Jack that we’re thinking about him.”
“Me too!” Ellie said.
“I will,” MacGyver said. “I’m sure he’s not likely to forget about you.”
***
Jack was still in the infirmary, but he was conscious and regaining his strength. MacGyver came to visit him, holding something behind his back.
“Hey Jack,” he said, smiling. “It’s nice to see you feeling better.”
“Oh yeah, I feel just peachy,” Jack said, a sarcastic smirk on his face. “Doc won’t let me out of bed, and I’m trapped like a rat. She doesn’t seem to understand that I’m fine.”
“I don’t like being cooped up in hospitals, either,” MacGyver said.
“Yet we both spend an inordinately long amount of time in them,” Jack said, raising an eyebrow.
“Susan is glad you’re doing better, and so is Ellie.”
“What? How did you get in touch with them?”
“Sam and I…uh…worked on some things.”
“Oh, well that doesn’t surprise me.”
“They’re going to stay in touch with us.”
“That’s great,” Jack said, softening his expression into an easy, kind smile. “I really like that kid.”
“Which reminds me, I have a little souvenir for you,” MacGyver said, playing with the small object hidden behind his back.
“Oh, yeah? What is it?”
MacGyver had a playful, childlike grin, his eyes dancing with light.
“Come on, Mac, spill it already,” Jack said.
“Just call it a little…something to remind you of our travels,” MacGyver said. He brought his hands forward, revealing a small toy jeep, just like the one they had used to try to escape from Susan’s house. He handed it to Jack.
“Hey,” Jack said, laughing slightly, careful not to irritate his still healing ribs and back. “It’s just like it. Look, you wired it and everything.”
“It’s amazing that we actually drove something like that.”
“I know,” Jack said, still examining the toy jeep.
“Would you ever want to go back and see Ellie and Susan again?” MacGyver asked, watching him.
“I don’t know,” Jack said. “They’d have to do something about that pink bedspread in the doll house, though. That thing is heinous.”
The End
"If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer."
--Henry David Thoreau
brains+brawn+beauty+personality=MacGyver
Thank you for a great story. I love stories with MacGyver and Jack in. Keep writing. 
