A/N:Hi there! I don't know if you know me… Well, I'm Oiaso, a fic writer that has been missing from this site for a long while. Now I'm trying to get back to writing, because I enjoy it too much to give it up definitely, so here I am.

This is the first time that I have written anything for this fandom, so I don't know if I have the characters right. I tried my best. If you know me from the Arrow fandom, you already know that I like to make the main characters suffer, both physically and emotionally. If that's not your thing, you probably won't like this story, although this time doesn't get too bad. Just a little warning before you start reading it. ;-)

The inspiration for this fic, or at least for its beginning was episode 2x04 minute 10 more or less, where Jack looks like he's going to lose his cool. It hit me hard, and I felt like I had to write something about it. I started and then my muse decided to make an appearance, and this fic evolved into something I hadn't exactly planned. I hope you like it nevertheless.

Another thing I think you should know, English is not my mother language. It is Spanish actually, so I asked poxelda -a really great writer that you all probably know- to be my beta, and she was incredibly kind to say yes. She has helped me a lot, and I wanted to let you know it.

I think that's everything I have to say for now. I really hope you'll enjoy this little story.

And don't forget, when you're bored, take some paper and your favorite pen and enjoy writing!

Chapter 1. The rescue

Jack was losing it. Mac had been missing for the past few days, and they had no clue about the who, where, why, or any other question starting with w. It wasn't just Jack. Bozer was beyond freaked out and Riley was fidgety and sleep deprived. She had been working her magic with the computer since the moment Mac was kidnapped. Even Matty's composed facade had cracked a couple of times already. But that was nothing compared to Jack's emotional state. The young man meant the world to him. As everybody in Phoenix knew, they weren't just partners. Mac was his best friend, his brother, and sometimes, Jack felt as if the boy was the son he had never had. The guilt was eating at him. Deep down, he knew that it wasn't his fault. Mac was kidnapped in a park, during his morning workout. They didn't even know for sure if the kidnappers had actually been after Mac or if he was just a convenient casualty. Jack didn't believe in casualties. He knew they were after Mac; the fact that they weren't asking for a ransom reinforced that feeling.

Jack was desperate, anxious and on the verge of a mental breakdown when Riley's "I got something" came up. Somehow, Jack wouldn't ask and she wouldn't explain, Riley was able to pinpoint the exact location where Mac was being held. In less than ten minutes, Jack and a tactical team was headed to an abandoned building in the outskirts of L.A.

Breaking the security wasn't too difficult, and soon Jack was walking –or rather running- through the endless corridors towards the basement. According to Riley he would find Mac there leaving the rest of the tactical team dealt with the bastards that had kidnapped him. Jack knew Riley was right as soon as he saw the reinforced door. A bullet in the lock wasn't going to do the trick, and he didn't have time to try to find the key. He did what Mac excelled at, he improvised.

Jack had seen a storage room along his way. He had been on enough missions with Mac to roughly copy one of the tricks the boy had used several times. Jack gathered everything he needed and prepared a little bomb which he really hoped would open the door. He had never been happier for paying attention to the explanations Mac gave while he improvised.

That happiness soon faded as he realized that he had forgotten the most important thing in explosions - hide yourself as far away as possible, and warn the people on the other side to do the same. The ringing in Jack's ears was very annoying, but he ignored it. Jack had only one thing in mind, to find Mac. Through the thick smoke he saw a hunched figure sprawled on the floor in the farthest corner. The shirt and hair bangs were unmistakable.

"Mac!" Jack called as he ran kneeling next to him. The blonde had a split lip, a bruised jaw, his eyes were glazed, and he had some nasty cuts in his wrists, due to handcuffs that were currently missing. Other than that, he seemed fine.

"Mac, bud, are you okay?"

"J-jack? Is it you?" His voice sounded weak and scared. At first Jack thought it was because of the ringing in his ears.

"Yeah, of course it's me, kid. I'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner, but now you're safe. Come on, let's go," Jack said as he extended his hand to Mac to help him stand up. When he saw that Mac didn't even attempt to take a hold, he knew something wasn't right. "What's wrong, Mac?"

The blonde's lips trembled as he answered almost in a whisper, "I can't see anything. Everything is pitch black. I'm… I'm blind, Jack!"

For a second, Jack felt his world crumble. He couldn't have heard correctly; there had to be some kind of mistake. His boy couldn't be blind. It was unthinkable. He knew he had to get Mac out, but he found himself unable to move at the moment.

"What do you mean you are blind? How did it happen?"

"I don't know. When I woke up the first time everything was blurry and my head hurt. I thought it was just a concussion. Then I passed out a couple of times, I think, and every time I woke up it was worse. Now I can't see anything!" Mac's fear was so clear in his voice that Jack instinctively hugged him, trying to comfort the young man. What he didn't expect was Mac to flinch. It hurt, but Jack understood. Being held captive for several days, getting blinded, and not knowing if your friends would be able to find you would do that to any man.

"It's okay kiddo, I got you," he tried to reassure Mac, as he slid his hand into the younger one's. "Let's get you outta here."

Thank you for reading! I'll be very grateful if you leave me reviews, because I would like to know what you think. Thanks!