[MacsChick]

Trapped Part One
Rated: PG

“Isn’t this great, Pete?” MacGyver asked, a broad, childlike grin on his face.

They were hiking through a rough, rugged stretch of terrain, the hills steep, winding, and treacherous. Peaks of mountaintops surrounded them for miles, providing them with a breathtaking, majestic view.

“Well, I don’t…know about great,” Pete said, huffing, not used to exerting himself so strenuously, his muscles aching and cramping, his face hot and soaked with heavy perspiration. “I would rather…be golfing any day, taking it nice and slow and easy, just relaxing. Yeah, that sounds good. Tell me again…why…we couldn’t…stay on the trail?” He dodged a branch from a tree, narrowly missing it before it slapped him in the face.

MacGyver looked at him with amusement, as if he had just asked him one of the most absurd questions he had ever heard. “The trail? Are you kidding?” He asked. “Why stay on the trail when there is so much more to see?”

“I…get it. Off the beaten path, huh?” Pete asked, panting.

“That’s right. Out here there is so much more freedom!” He spread his arms wide and tilted his head towards the sun, closing his eyes and smiling gleefully. “Why stay confined to a trail where there are rules and laws? We want to roam, to find undiscovered territory!”

Despite his exhaustion, Pete couldn’t help but smile at his friend’s enthusiasm. He knew MacGyver was partly doing it to motivate him to continue and to find some enjoyment and fulfillment out of the activity, but he also knew that he meant it. He had never seen a man more comfortable with the wilderness, traversing it effortlessly and with ease as if he belonged there. A part of him envied MacGyver’s passion for the outdoors, wishing he could find it as thrilling and exhilarating, never finding anything comparable that would bring him so much pleasure and excitement. Out there in the remote forest, MacGyver was rejuvenated and reborn, and though always youthful, sturdy, and athletic, he seemed even more so in his element, in his favorite place in the world, returning to his boyhood of complete freedom to wander and explore, removed from all obligations, the sun giving his complexion a healthy, tanned glow, his honey chestnut hair ruffling gently in the breeze. Only Pete’s muscle cramps and the labored, wheezing sounds of his own breathing could hamper his complete enjoyment of the experience.

“What do you say we…rest soon, huh?” Pete asked. “I’m…getting pretty sore and…out of breath.”

“Don’t tell me you’re tired already?” MacGyver asked with a playful, teasing grin.

“Already? Mac, we’re been…walking for hours.”

“Not really.”

“Well…it…seems like it.” He stubbed his toe on a jagged rock protruding from the ground, causing him to release a surprised, painful yelp before he tripped and stumbled to the ground.

MacGyver stopped and turned. “Are you all right?” He asked.

Pete managed to stand, straightening himself, brushing off soil and decaying leaves that were clinging to his jacket as a result of his fall. “Oh yeah…I’m just fine, just terrific,” he grumbled. “I’ve got blisters, bunions, and now bruises. That damn rock could have severed or broken my toe!”

“Aw, come on now, it builds character.”

Pete glared at him in frustration and irritation, growing impatient. “Look Mac, I’m serious. This is absolute torture. If we don’t rest soon, I’m going to collapse,” he said.

“Well, we wouldn’t want that.”

“Promise me…we’ll take a break soon.”

“I promise.”

“Also, next time we’re doing something I want to do, just once, just for a change.”

“I’m not playing golf, Pete,” MacGyver said emphatically, glancing over his shoulder, a look of disgust wrinkling his brow.

“Did I say anything about golf?”

MacGyver shrugged. “No, but you implied it,” he said.

“Well, I’ll tell you something. Golf would be much safer, and much easier on the knees.”

“You haven’t given this much of a chance.”

“Oh, I think I’ve given just about all the chance I’m going to at this point,” Pete said, puffing and gasping, wiping his damp forehead with the back of his hand.

“Willya stop whining?”

“Whining?” Pete asked angrily, indignant and resentful of how he had been spoken to, as if he were a spoiled child instead of MacGyver’s superior. “Listen, this was your idea to come up here, not mine. I can turn around and leave you out here alone at any time, just so you know.”

“That’s fine by me. I can survive and take care of myself. The question is, do you know the way back without me acting as your guide?”

Pete looked around the dense, lush forest and grumbled to himself, realizing that MacGyver was right. He wouldn’t know the way back alone. This was MacGyver’s trip, and he was in charge. All he could do was follow along.

“Just wait until we reach the summit,” MacGyver said. “Trust me, the view up there will be worth all the hard work and eff—

Without warning, the ground began to crumble and give way beneath them. Neither of them had time to properly react or even shout as they rapidly fell several feet into a dark pit, the earth around them swallowing them into complete oblivion, with no hope of being discovered or rescued.

To be continued…

[ghostdoll]

Oh man. That surely sucks, huh? You go out to enjoy yourself and you end up in a somewhat dangerous situation I think is safer not to get out of the house

I like Pete and Mac's interactions, even the angry ones. It makes them "real".

Oh, thanks MacsChick for another interesting story. Can't wait to read the rest of it.

[SHEILA]

Oh Man don't hate when that happens to ya. Your just walking a long and BANG!! The world around you go's dark. I hope Mac and Pete will be ok. Great story .