A/N: Hola readers! This little ficlet came to me this morning and wouldn't leave me alone so, yeah. Also, to my sweeties with requests, if you're reading this, some personal things popped up recently and got in the way of making your requests. I'll try to touch base with them when I can. I promise. It just might take a little longer than normal for me to get them out. That being said, let's move on! I hope you enjoy! Thanks for all the feedback!


Morphine High

"Ok, Mac. Just look the other way while I do this, ok?" Jack asked his currently bleeding partner. The gash on his arm was long and deep. And, well, bleeding profusely. Luckily, they were already on the plane back home, so it'd be easy to fix up his partner before they got to medical.

Even though Jack just told him not to look, he did anyway.

And holy shhhiiiiiiiiiii….

He was gonna die!

"Oh my god." Mac gulped. "I'm gonna die, aren't I? It's over isn't it?"

Jack gave him a look. "What? No man! You're gonna be fine. It just needs stitches." The Delta explained calmly while pulling out the bandages. He tried not to laugh at the crazy things the kid was sayin' while on his morphine high.

"No, no. I don't believe you." Jack glared at him but Mac ignored it. "Guys? Can you get back on coms just for a second? There's some things I gotta say."

"Never left ya, Mac. What's going on?" Riley said through their coms.

"Is Bozer there?"

"Yeah, man. What's going on?" His roomie asked. Mac sighed.

"Morphine high." Jack whispered. He heard matching 'oh's' on the other end.

"Ok. Well, now that you're all here, there's some confessions I have to make."

Jack looked up from Mac's arm to feel his forehead. "Kid, what the hell are you talking about? You're gonna be fine, man. Just calm down."

"No Jack! I have to say this. I might not get another chance to do so."

Jack just rolled his eyes and let the kid babble.

"Ok, Riley. Remember that one time when your laptop wouldn't stop making that ringing noise everytime you hit one of the keys? It was me. I did it. I was in a pranking mood for some reason and I decided to mess with your stuff. I'm sorry. It won't ever happen again."

"Ok, but Mac, I don't-"

"And Bozer? You remember that time when I denied breaking the toaster to try and make a satellite? It was me. I ripped it apart and blamed it on the little tree squirrel that always sits on the deck in the morning while he eats his acorns and stares at us. I'm sorry and could you please tell the squirrel I said sorry too? It would mean a lot to me."

"Well, Mac, I kinda already knew-"

"And Jack?" He grabbed his friend's arm to stop his patch job. "Please don't be mad when I say this, but, you remember when you went down to the armoury to refill your mags and all your bullets were laid out in alphabetical order? It was me. I did it and never told you. I'm so sorry I made you so mad. It was all meant to be good intentions. I promise. I was just bored and I saw your ammo laying there and...yeah. I'm sorry."

Silence laid in the cabin of the plane for what seemed like hours. Jack just blinked at his partner. Trying to process whether he should be mad, or laugh at the absurdity of all the things the kid just admitted to doing. In the end he just shook his head and returned to patching up the kid's arm as best he could.

Kids, he thought with a fond smile.