This part is a little short, but I'm working on the third part right now and I will try to post it today too, if I can. Enjoy!
Invincible Part Two
Rated: PG
“A Goa’uld?” MacGyver asked. “You mean those nasty, parasitic…”
“Yeah, he’s a snake-head, all right,” Jack O’Neill said with disgust.
MacGyver stared at the floor in the hotel in the semidarkness, trying to consider the implications of what Jack had just told him. He still felt like he was in a dream state, so he turned on the lamp on his night stand, as if adding some light would clarify the situation. Jack was now sitting across from him in a chair, his legs crossed, leaning his head against one of his hands.
“I suppose it is possible,” MacGyver said after giving it some thought. “I mean, the guy does have quite a bit of an ego on him, and he never dies.”
“Exactly,” Jack said.
“But, I thought Goa’ulds were power hungry,” MacGyver said. “You told me that they like to pretend they’re ancient gods so they can exploit and control civilizations.”
Jack raised his eyebrows. “So, what’s your point?” He asked.
“Murdoc never claimed he was a god. He just wants to kill me and anybody else as long as the price is right.”
Jack leaned forward in the chair. “Mac, I know this is hard to believe, but Murdoc is not your average Goa’uld,” he said. “He’s…‘special’.” He made air quotes with his long fingers.
“How so?” MacGyver asked.
“He and his host are one in the same. They’re buddies. They’ve blended so well and they enjoy each other’s company so much that they’re basically one person—a person who delights in killing—a hunter, especially of humans. He’s a low-level Goa’uld with no interest in domination. So basically, that makes him kind of a slacker in the world of Goa’ulds.”
“Well, doesn’t that anger the Goa’ulds?”
“Oh, I’m sure they’d like him to ‘be all that he can be’, you know, all that crap,” Jack said, “but they pretty much ignore him.”
“So, I don’t understand,” MacGyver said, “What does this have to do with his grudge against me? Why is he always after me?”
Jack shrugged. “Well MacGyver, it’s pretty obvious,” he said. “He hates you.”
“Gee, that explains everything,” MacGyver said, rolling his eyes.
“Fine, there’s more to it than that.”
“Yes, there is. All I can figure is that he’s been upset with me ever since I thwarted his plans to kill Pete. I got in the way and stopped it, seriously injuring him and, at the time, I thought I had actually led him to his death.”
“Well…yeah, that would tend to make a guy a little angry,” Jack said, “but there’s more to it than that.”
“What is it?”
Jack sighed. “You know about our links to the Ancients,” he said. “Murdoc thinks that if he can bump at least one of us off, he’ll win some favor with the big Goa’ulds upstairs. We’re high-value targets.”
MacGyver was impressed. “How do you know this?” He asked.
“Well, I don’t,” Jack said, grinning. “It’s Danny boy’s theory. Actually, everything I told you came straight from the geek’s mouth. He did all the research when Pete called. I’m just the messenger—oh, and the guy sent to help you find him.”
“So, that’s what Daniel thinks, huh?”
“Yep.”
“And where does he think Murdoc is now?”
Jack smiled. “Mac, he’s closer than you think,” he said.
To be continued…
"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
