Okay, here's part four. I'm sorry it took me a little while to post it, but I had to think of all the nasty ways Murdoc would act as a Goa'uld and what tactics he'd use. I've rated it R, just in case (the violence might be intense--I'm just not sure). Go ahead and read it, if you're so inclined!
Invincible Part Four
Rated: R
Jack O’Neill wasn’t prepared for the blast that struck him, propelling him through the air and sending him crashing into a far wall across the room. He had been hit by that particular Goa’uld weapon many times, but it never ceased to completely stun him. The impact made him struggle to hold onto his consciousness. It was like trying to survive a small hydrogen bomb explosion, the shock waves more powerful than the initial surge of energy. Murdoc laughed, and MacGyver ran over to him, trying to stop him. Murdoc caught him before he could act, his hand encased in gold, a glowing orb forming in the center of his palm. Waves of pain soon hit MacGyver’s head, and he collapsed to the floor, groaning. The immensity of the pain was debilitating. It felt as if someone was drilling into his brain and emptying the contents. It was a Goa’uld ribbon device.
“You know, I’ve been reluctant to use these weapons for quite awhile,” Murdoc said. “But, what can I say? I’m feeling nostalgic.” He grinned, and MacGyver saw his eyes flash.
MacGyver began to feel weaker, his body drained of life. He struggled, fighting the pain, but it was useless. Everything around him grew blurry. The power of the ribbon device was too much for him to overcome. Across the room, Jack managed to push himself up from the debris scattered around him, fighting his own dizziness. He saw what Murdoc was doing to MacGyver.
“Hey! Let him go, you son of a…”
Murdoc quickly grabbed a staff weapon he had concealed nearby, turned, and fired it. The blast hit Jack’s shoulder and he fell to the floor, groaning in pain. The heat from the blast seared his flesh, and it was bleeding. Jack didn’t care. He was wounded, but at least he’d stopped Murdoc from killing MacGyver with the ribbon device. He glanced at his cousin and saw him lying on the floor, motionless. He hoped he hadn’t intervened when it was too late. Murdoc approached him, grinning, still aiming his staff weapon at him. Jack watched uneasily as the bolts of white hot electricity snapped and surged across the spear-like end of the weapon.
“Listen, I know you’re a little mad that we smashed your piano, but can’t we talk about this?” Jack asked.
Murdoc laughed. “The famous Jack O’Neill wit,” he said. “Fortunately, I won’t have to listen to it much longer.”
Just as Murdoc prepared to fire, he felt something grab him around the legs and yank him to the floor. He turned and saw MacGyver. Though weakened by the ribbon device, MacGyver was determined not to let Murdoc harm Jack. He swung his fist and punched Murdoc, and Murdoc returned the favor, rolling across the floor with him. Jack had managed to grab the staff weapon, and he retrieved his gun. Slowly, he stood, watching as MacGyver and Murdoc fought, slamming against furniture, exchanging heavy blows.
Their movements were so fast that it was difficult to aim either weapon at Murdoc, but Jack waited, knowing an opportunity to get Murdoc at the business end of his gun would soon present itself. He was right. Murdoc had managed to position MacGyver so that he was backed into a corner with little chance to escape. Grinning, he began to use the ribbon device again, pointing it at MacGyver’s head. Just as it began charging, Jack quietly moved up behind Murdoc, jabbing his gun against his back and pointing the staff weapon at his head.
“I can either punch you full of holes or fry your slimy snake-head brain, your choice,” he said. “Let Mac go, now.”
Murdoc turned and stared at the weapons aimed at him. MacGyver looked up at Jack, a grateful expression on his face. Jack winked at him.
“Well, I guess you never counted on being outnumbered,” MacGyver said to Murdoc.
Murdoc laughed. “Come on, MacGyver,” he said. “You of all people should know that something like this won’t deter me.”
“Oh, yeah?” Jack asked. “Well, maybe something like this will.”
He shot Murdoc, and he fell to the floor, blood slowly pooling around his body.
“Jack,” MacGyver said, surprised by his cousin’s action and not sure what else to say.
“Watch him,” Jack said, glaring at Murdoc coldly with the calculating hatred that equaled that of his enemies. “This is our chance to destroy his sarcophagus.”
Stunned, MacGyver watched as Jack approached the sarcophagus with the angry energy of someone confronting a purely evil human being and blasted it several times with the staff weapon, watching with satisfaction as it shorted out, smoke rising from its scorching remains. Like Jack, he felt no remorse for the destruction of the Goa’uld technology that had nearly driven them both to insanity. He looked down at Murdoc’s bleeding body and realized he felt little for the dying man, either. Years had been spent with his life endangered by this man, and now he learned that his cousin Jack had been a target, too. As he looked at Murdoc’s body, he couldn’t believe that finally the issue would be resolved. Finally, Murdoc might physically die, the sarcophagus no longer able to aid him. Once sure that the sarcophagus was no longer functional, Jack walked over to MacGyver, a strange smile on his lips.
“It’s over,” he said.
“Is it?” Murdoc asked.
Before either of them could act, he whipped out a zat gun and fired it once at both of them, sending them collapsing to the floor, unconscious.
***
Murdoc used their incapacitation after the zat blasts as an opportunity to move them to where he wanted them. Despite his wound, his symbiote kept his host body incredibly strong. He dragged MacGyver and Jack O’Neill behind a door that led to a vast, intricate series of tunnels. Once he positioned their bodies just right, he activated Goa’uld force shields that isolated each man, encasing them each inside their own individual invisible prisons. While he waited for them to revive, he treated his wound as well as he could, letting his symbiote work on healing the rest. Without the sarcophagus, it would take longer and be more painful to recover, but he had no doubt he would. This bond he had, this union with the Goa’uld made him more powerful than he ever imagined. He truly was invincible. After bandaging his wound, he noticed that MacGyver and Jack O’Neill were still unconscious. Growing impatient, he grabbed his pain stick. The force fields were designed to allow him through while keeping his captives contained. First, he walked through Jack’s force field and jammed the stick hard, pressing it against his burned, wounded shoulder from the staff blast he’d inflicted.
A sharp, excruciating pain jolted through Jack’s body, shocking him, forcing him into consciousness. It felt worse than being electrocuted, and the intensity of the pain seemed to radiate from his wounded shoulder. At first, he writhed in agony and almost fainted again, unable to bear it, but as the pain increased, he released a scream, and then a wild howl. Murdoc stood over him, laughing, watching with pleasure as bright orange light shot out from Jack’s eyes and mouth, indicating the damage the pain stick was causing internally. When he was sure Jack would remain awake, he entered MacGyver’s force field and did the same to him, laughing once again, pleased to see his long time nemesis weak and helpless, crying out in pain, light from the pain stick shooting out of his eyes and mouth. When he was done, he quickly stepped out of the force fields and watched them as they rolled around, coughing, trying to recover.
“It’s wake up time,” he said.
Jack looked up angrily, his eyes filled with pain. He didn’t care how he felt. MacGyver was right. This man would never die, sarcophagus or not. He shot him, and he still wasn’t dead. Frustrated, he struggled to his feet and lunged at him.
“You bas…” he struck the force field and released another cry in pain, falling to the floor.
Murdoc laughed. “Fascinating, isn’t it?” He asked. “No bars, but I can still hold you prisoner.”
Groaning, MacGyver moved to a sitting position and probed the force field gently with his hands. Even though he barely touched it, he could feel its energy burning and zapping his hands. He tried to touch Jack, but the force field separated them, and he received a more powerful blow, sending him reeling. He released a cry, and Murdoc smiled, amused.
“Come now, MacGyver,” he said. “After that stunt you two pulled, you really don’t think I’d allow you to be together, now do you? You see, like all good boy scouts, I’m prepared.”
“Congratulations,” MacGyver said, his voice hoarse from the pain, breathing raggedly. Jack grinned at him, pleased with his sarcasm. It was almost as good as his.
“What do you gentlemen think of this?” Murdoc asked, indicating the tunnel system. “We’re still below the cemetery, but I thought this place was a far more spacious area for us to conduct business. You see, my great-grandfather built it. He’s the name you saw on the tomb. He emigrated here from England, and yes, he was a rich industrialist. Some people believed he was Jack the Ripper.”
“Well, that explains a lot,” MacGyver said.
Murdoc looked at him and smiled. “Yes, it does,” he said. “You see, with his reputation and my profession, the Goa’ulds thought I had…what do you call it…aptitude. I was selected to be a host, a long time ago, long before I met you, MacGyver.”
“Man, you must be proud,” Jack said with disgust. “Sharing your body with a snake.”
“It’s not a snake. I’m terrified of snakes. No, it’s something better than that. It’s power.”
“If you say so,” Jack said. “To me, it looks like enslavement.”
“We both like killing,” Murdoc said. “The benefits are mutual. And now that you’re here, we’ll be richly rewarded by the System Lords. Two Ancients for the price of one. They’ll be quite pleased.” He watched as MacGyver seemed to be trying to figure a way out of the force field, examining it. He laughed. “Oh, don’t bother trying to escape, MacGyver,” he said. “I finally have you. Nothing in that clever little brain of yours can help you out this time.” He turned and looked at Jack O’Neill. “You know MacGyver, it’s a pity you won’t live much longer. I must say gray hair on you would be quite attractive.” He looked at both men. “Such an amazing family resemblance, I must say, and descendents of the Ancients on top of it all.” He looked at them greedily. “But you’re also half human, which weakens you. It’s a shame, but you’re still worthy prizes.”
“You love to talk, don’t you?” Jack asked, glaring at him. “Giving us away to the System Lords won’t do squat for you, you know.”
Murdoc smirked. “On the contrary, O’Neill, I will gain respect. Nobody else has been able to bring you two down, but I have. I’ve finally accomplished it.” His eyes gleamed, and neither MacGyver nor Jack could tell if it was out of excitement or if it was the Goa’uld inside him making its presence known again.
“They won’t care,” MacGyver said, glancing at Jack. “As far as they’re concerned, you’re a loser.”
Murdoc smirked. “Both of you are more alike than you realize,” he said. “You think tough talk will sway me? No, it’s the final actions of two cowards. Both of you are mine, and soon your bodies will be handed over to the System Lords, and you’re incapable of doing anything about it.”
Jack fought the impulse to punch Murdoc, knowing the painful force field would only stop him.
“Well, we’ll see about that,” he said.
Murdoc laughed. “Yes, we will,” he said. “What you two don’t realize is that while you were unconscious, I poisoned both of you. Soon, you’ll feel its effects. Soon, you’ll die. And soon, your bodies will belong to the System Lords.”
“It’s a bluff,” Jack said, looking at MacGyver. “I don’t buy it. This guy’s just a two-bit snake-head hack playing games with us. He doesn’t have the power he says he does, otherwise we’d be keeling over right now.”
“He’s right,” MacGyver said, looking at Murdoc. “I feel fine. What kind of game are you really playing with us, Murdoc?”
Murdoc smirked, staring at him with his cold black eyes. They could be intimidating enough without the extra flash from the Goa’uld inside him.
“I guess you’ll find out soon enough, won’t you MacGyver?” 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
Great going. 
