MacGyver and other related characters doesn't belong to me. I'm only borrowing MacGyver for this story. It is my first story so be a little easy on me. If you like or in some way can help me with anything, please review. Thanks for everything!

Usual Day or Not

It's cold, so cold. His hands were freezing and they were slowly turning blue.

He had been standing there for a while now, just thinking about the past.

Of every person he'd ever met. Of friends that were long gone. Of lovers that he had given his heart to. It was hard to be the man he was.

Everybody relying on you, trusting you to save them out of their misery.

He couldn't take it anymore.

"Never again am I going to help anybody", he thought

-Excuse me, but are you going to stand there all day?

MacGyver was awakened out of his daydreaming.

-Wha… oh sorry, he said and dropped the frozen beans he was holding. Mac looked at his watch, it was six o'clock. The man talking to Mac pushed him away from the freezer. Mac was tired and didn't care if someone was messing with him.

The last assignment had been a though one.

Get the information and come back.

That's what Peter Thornton had said, his boss and best friend. It will be easy.

But it was nothing like Pete had said. True, the information was easy to get.

But getting out of there was another matter.

Being chased through a jungle by mad men. It wasn't MacGyver's idea of having fun. Mac hade almost made it to the helicopter when he was hit by a bullet in the shoulder. The helicopter had waited for him. Even when it almost had took their lives. He got to the helicopter just as they lifted.

The men in it had grabbed him and lifted him inside. Grateful for them to save him he past out. Next thing he saw was a hospital room. He had been at the hospital for a three days before he was released. Pete didn't know how the assignment had went. He was on vacation on Hawaii.

MacGyver walked to the cash desk and paid for the groceries.

-10,45, said the cashier.

-Here you go, said MacGyver. He handed over the money and left the store. The sun was about to set and it was getting dark. He couldn't drive home because of the shoulder. So it was walking that counted. But the store wasn't far from the harbour, a couple of blocks.

MacGyver was tired. He dropped the bag with food and took his keys from his jacket pocket. He fumbled with them but soon got them inside the keyhole.

The door opened and he stepped inside.

He dropped the bag on the counter and slipped out of the black leather jacket he was wearing. The house looked as it always did. Messy.

He went for the couch and with a thump he fell back on it.

"It good to be home", thought Mac and drifted of to sleep.

End of chapter one. Please review!