This story takes place sometime in 2011. In the Episode 'Wrench', we find out roughly when Mac and Jack meet. Jack mentions something that made me think that it was just after Pena died, but before they start working for DSX (later Phoenix). Hope you enjoy it. Oh and Mac's age is based on Till's age.

A/N2: the reason I'm not mentioning the names of Jack's other Delta team mates is that I've read many stories told by soldiers about their time in warzones, and they never mention the names of those still alive that do the kind of work that Delta forces and others like them do. It is to protect them and their families. This is my homage to them and the work they do.

I don't own the show. Bugger. But I do own the OCs. Yeah!

FYI: I have changed a couple of things in this chapter. If you have gotten an alert, please re-read this chapter.

Jack arrived at the base he had left three years ago, just 24 hours after leaving the CIA. He was sick of their bullshit and passing of the buck so someone else could take the fall. Well that and the fall out with The Hun. The reason it hadn't been him yet was because he knew where he could find a few handy, skeleton filled closets. He had arrived just in time for dinner and caught sight of a few members of his former team. He smiled and walked up to them, coming from behind and cuffing them round the back of their heads.

"What are you lot of idiots up to now?" He asked as he stepped back out of fist range as they swung around.

"Jack!" The taller of the three cried. Jack stepped back as he came forward for a hug. The man, Tim; was taller than him and had an extra 50 pounds of muscle. "Been a while. You still with those Company idiots?"

"Nah, quit that. Had enough." Jack said as he fell into step with the others and joined them inside the mess hut.

"Back for good?" another man, by the name of Simon, asked

Jack had been with the company in an agent capacity for around five ears. Two on base as a liaison before heading off as a full time agent. He and his Delta Force team had been their go too team; to pull Company people out when shit went down and they got into trouble; for over a decade before he joined. His strategy and physical skills were the reason he had been asked to join as an agent.

Saying yes was the worse thing he had done. Five years was all he could stand. He returned to the base in Afghanistan as that was where his unit was, and where he had spent most of his time when with Delta Force. He had missed the comradery and brotherhood offered by his unit.

"Yes, for good. Had enough of those nutbags." They had gathered a plate each and were now sitting at a table swapping stories and telling jokes about all that had happened since Jack last saw them.

It was at this time that Jack saw MacGyver for the first time. He looked around the mess hall, seeing who was still there, who had left and who was new. He saw the kid sitting with an older man with dark skin. The blonde looked no older than 18 or 19, and Jack was wondering just that the hell he was doing here.

"Some kind of genius, I've heard." Tim said, following Jack line of sight. "Sent here straight from training. Been here a month maybe?" The others nodded in agreement. "MacGyver, I think is his name."

"Little young, ain't he?" Jack asked, still watching as a couple of men came up behind him and seem to be giving him a hard time. Until the older man sitting with him came back from a coffee run and they left.

"Like Tim said, a genius." The third guy, Tyler answered.

They finished their meal and told Jack that there was a briefing in a couple of hours if he wanted to re-join the unit. "That's why I came back, you idiots." He said as he followed them to a rec area.

This is short, I know, but the next one will be longer.