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Season: season 3
Episode:The Widowmaker
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Jacket: Black/Navy flight
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EPILOGUE
Peter Thornton sat next to Jack Dalton in the semi-frigid air of an ice rink.
They sat in silence, watching an open scrimmage on the ice below.
Suddenly a blue team player checked a red player violently into the boards.
“Ouch,” said Pete.
Jack nodded. “Yeah. I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of that.”
“That was MacGyver, wasn’t it? Doing the checking?”
“Yep.”
“I’ve never known him to play so roughly.”
“Well, that check wasn’t illegal, Pete. It was totally justified. It wasn’t like it was uncalled for or anything.”
“Yeah, but still…this is only a practice game. He’s pretty intense out there, huh?”
“Well, he’s got some anger to get out of him.”
“Yeah, I suppose that’s true. You think he’s going to be ok?”
“Nope.” Jack shook his head.
Pete looked alarmed. “What?”
“I know he’s going to be ok.”
“How can you be sure?”
“I just am. I know MacGyver. It’ll take some time, but he’ll bounce back.”
“Guess I’ll have to trust you on that, Jack.”
Jack Dalton laughed loudly, causing Pete to look around in alarm.
“What?”
“Nothing, Petey. Just never thought I’d see the day when you actually said you’d trust me. Moi. Wow! Stop the presses! Alert the media!”
“Shut up, Jack.”
Jack gave a mock salute. “Yes, sir.”
A loud buzzer went off, halting conversation.
The game below broke up, and a tall forward skated over to the exit.
The man pulled off his helmet and long blondish brown hair spilled out of it.
He was sweaty, and there was a bruise forming along one side of his jaw, but he was smiling.
A tremendous grin nearly split his face in two.
Pete looked over at Jack incredulously at the sight, and Jack merely nodded sagely before losing his battle to make a comment.
“See? Told you he’s going to be fine.”
“Yeah, I think you’re right, Jack. I think you’re right.”
MacGyver saw his two friends in the stands then, and stopped visiting with his fellow players. He skated over to where Jack and Pete sat and nodded in greeting.
“Didn’t know you two were coming down today. What gives?”
“Just thought we’d come down to see the genius at work,” Jack teased.
MacGyver gave Jack a look and addressed Pete. “Whatever. Look, I’m starving. Wanna get out of here and get a bite to eat?”
Pete seemed to think this over only a second before agreeing. “Sure. I could go for dinner. Jack?”
“I’m game, compadre.”
“Ok, just let me get showered and changed.”
“Please,” plied Pete. “But don’t dawdle, ok? It’s freezing in here, and I keep having flashbacks to when you made me play goalie for you. I’m starting to ache just thinking about it.”
MacGyver laughed then, and both Pete and Jack thought it was a beautiful sound. One that had been missing for the last few weeks, but was slowly finding its way out into the world again.
MacGyver made the same mock salute Jack had exhibited earlier and began to skate away. He turned around after only a few feet and looked back, his eyes full of teasing glee.
“Oh, you know you can’t get enough of the hockey, eh?”
Mac turned back around then without another word and skated toward the locker rooms, leaving Pete and Jack laughing loudly at his over the top fake Canadian accent.
When they had recovered enough to speak, Pete looked over at Jack and smiled.
“You know, Jack, I don’t think you’re right after all. I know you are.”
Jack stood then and clapped Pete forcefully on the back.
“Yes, well, you really should trust me more often, Peter, old boy.“
Pete sighed and stood. The two men started up the stairs to the spectator exit. As they did, Jack hooked an arm around Pete’s shoulder and continued speaking.
“So, Pete. Did I ever tell you about my great aunt Zelda, who collected a great treasure in silver but then mysteriously disappeared? Well, you see…there’s this riddle in her old house, and…”
Pete shook his head but didn’t interrupt. A joking MacGyver and a scheming Jack Dalton meant things were almost back to normal in Pete’s odd little triangle of friends, and after the last few weeks, normal he could handle.
He doubted it would last, but he would take it while he could get it.

"Now, come on, Pete! Look at me! I'm a hurtin' guy! I'm beat up! I need a month's worth of sleep! And I need a haircut!" MacGyver, 'Serenity'
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