Hello everyone!

So, I'm relatively new to the fandom, but I thought it would be really fun to write for MacGyver. (Relatively new meaning that I've read a ton of the fanfics, but only watched three episodes.)

This story came from a writing prompt I found on Pinterest: He never asked to be an assassin, and as he stands in a bedroom looking over two sleeping toddlers, he regrets his profession even more.

Anyways, this is an AU, and it's a story that has been REALLY AU-ed. So, if anything doesn't like up with the cannon, it's for a reason. Actually, if nothing lines up with the cannon, it's because this is an AU.

I DON'T OWN ANYTHING RECOGNIZABLE!

So, I hope you enjoy the prologue.

Prologue.

"Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream; merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream."

Jack Dalton could hear the squeaky voice of a young child as they sang the same nursery rhyme for the seventh time in the past hour. This was not what he had signed up for. In fact, he didn't even want this job.

"Angus, it's time for bed," a second voice firmly spoke, stopping the song in the middle of the stanza, "stop singing and get under the covers. Your sister is already asleep."

Jack ran his mission's details through his head again, he had paid extra attention on the assignment details this time. Angus and Riley MacGyver were his victims this time, but he hadn't expected them to be toddlers...

Riley Davis had been adopted by the MacGyver's after her father was arrested for domestic abuse and her mother was sent to a mental hospital after being deemed mentally unstable. Jack almost felt bad for the poor toddler, but he knew that if he let himself care, he wouldn't be able to do the job.

Angus MacGyver on the other hand, was much more special than his adopted sister. At the age of three, he was considered a genius with an IQ much higher than the normal IQ of a child even remotely around his age. But not to much was known about him due to the MacGyvers keeping their genius son as far away from the public eye as possible. Everything else that Jack had heard was rumors and speculations.

The inside of the closet that Jack was sitting in only seemed to get hotter as the night went by as slow as molasses. If he listened closely, he could hear the sound of Angus humming, even after his parents went to bed. The song had changed since he had been put to bed and after an hour of humming, the words finally coming out.

"Hickory, dickory, dock. The mouse ran up the clock... Uh..." Angus giggled, then yawned. "The mouse ran up the clock... The uh..."

After a few minutes of Angus struggling with the lyrics, Jack noticed the humming and mumbling stopped.

He sighed, then stood up and grabbed his gun. His chest panging with sadness as he uncoiled himself.

It was time.

He really didn't like what his job had turned into. He used to kill drug lords and people who deserved it, now he killed politicians and innocent civilians. He hated this mission in particular. He hadn't been given any details on why he was sent to dispose of the MacGyver children, and he had no reason to believe that there was any reason that they needed to be disposed of.

He walked across the room in these silent steps, then looked at his victims. The two toddlers laid curled up to each other. The contrast between Riley's scrunched brow and Angus's calm features was striking. The tiny thumb in Angus's mouth didn't go unnoticed by Jack either.

He pulled up his gun and aimed it at Angus, having been told to take him out at any costs. His heart squeezed painfully, as if it had been placed in a vice. These two were babies, they didn't deserve to die...

Jack looked around, then put his gun back in its holster. He wouldn't do it. He wouldn't kill innocent children.

He swore softly. If he didn't do something, they would send someone else to kill them, then this whole experience would go to waste. He had to do something...

He felt the lightbulb go off in his head, then he grinned at the madness of his idea. Everything about it made perfect sense. He had to keep from laughing at the genius of his idea.

Jack looked behind him one last time, then scooped the two children into his arms. His heart beat sped up for a moment as Angus shifted in his arms, threatening to wake up, but his eyes stayed closed and he soon fell back into a deep sleep.

Jack sighed a breath of relief, then disappeared into the night with his victims.

I know this is short, but I swear that the next chapters will be longer than this. So, please follow, fave, and review! I would love to know what you thought! (Constructive criticism is welcome, but please, no flames.)

Thanks for reading!