AN: Here it is, the first chapter of the Kingsman crossover that I've wanted to write for like a year and a half. This first chapter is super short and rough, but if you've read my stuff before, then you should know that my first chapters are always bad, and the rest are better. That's just how it is I guess lol. So I promise, it's going to get way better once the actual plot gets underway.

IMPORTANT: A few notes on what I've changed up for Kingsman and MacGyver canon. For MacGyver, the only thing I've changed is that Jack doesn't leave. That being said, I may still find a way to bring Desi in. That's not set in stone yet. Kingsman has more major changes. V Day and all the drug stuff still happened, but they left Phoenix basically unaffected. Merlin and Roxy are both alive and well, as well as Percival because why tf not, and Harry is the new Arthur, but he still enjoys going out on missions. All the other Kingsman are gone like in canon, so Harry and Merlin picked new recruits from recently discharged or retired military or special forces. They couldn't pick a bunch of kids to make up the agency, because just having Roxy and Eggsy is rough sometimes because they're a handful. Also, Tilde doesn't exist. That's about it when it comes to Kingsman canon changes. If I change anything else, I'll let y'all know.

As always, I hope you enjoy, and please leave a review!


Mac shook his head in annoyance. Once again, things were not going according to plan. Honestly, it was more surprising when they did. But of course, their intel was wrong, and the deal was going down that night, not the next day, and there were about five times more chemical weapons than there were supposed to be.

"Alright, what's the plan here, Mac?" Jack asked, his usual confidence in Mac clear in his voice. Mac always came up with the plan in situations like this, so of course Jack expected him to have a plan now too. And he would, the wheels were spinning in his head as he looked all around the warehouse. They were surrounded by chemical weapons. He could easily make some bombs. That would do the trick.

"Two explosions," Mac said with a smile. "A small one over there to distract them, and get them away from the much larger explosion that's going to happen here. They may be dirtbags, but I don't want to kill them if I don't have to." Mac glanced over at Jack and couldn't help but blush at the proud smile on his partner's face. "Hey, Riles, can you let me know when all these guys are sufficiently distracted?" he asked into his comms. Riley was in the van, observing through the security cameras she'd hacked into. Both Bozer and Leanna were at the secondary location, getting a hold on the leader of this terrorist group. As of the moment, it was a small group, but their planned attack would give them international attention. Bozer and Leanna were on the neighboring island, rounding up as many of the group as they could. The attack on Jakarta couldn't take place if all the terrorists had already been captured, but getting rid of the chemical weapons was just as important of a target. If these dealers couldn't sell to terrorists there in Indonesia, they would just sell them to someone else. It was illegal no matter what.

"Sure thing, Mac," Riley replied. "Bozer and Leanna just checked in. They've got almost the whole group in custody." Mac smiled as he began mixing some chemicals together. So yeah, things weren't going according to plan, but they were still going well. "Wait, guys, I'm picking up some chatter. I can't find their frequency, but I think you're gonna have some company," Riley said.

"I hate company," Jack muttered, checking his gun, even though Mac knew it was fully loaded, as always.

"I don't see them on the cameras yet, and I still can't find their frequency. That means they've probably got someone like me hiding them," Riley continued with a sigh. Mac could practically see her rolling her eyes. "Just give me another minute, I think I can get in at least enough to figure out where our uninvited guests are."

"Jack, you start looking, then get out when I tell you. These are gonna go boom pretty fast, and I don't want anyone caught in the blast," Mac said, barely taking his eyes off the chemicals in front of him, even though he could practically make bombs in his sleep. "I know the way out, and I'll be getting there as soon as these are set. I don't have time to make a remote detonator, so I'll have to rely on the rate that these chemicals mix together..." he trailed off when he realized that Jack had stopped paying attention to his scientific jargon. Oh well. He knew what he was doing.

"You sure you're good to go, hoss? You know I hate leavin' you," Jack said. He sounded joking, but Mac knew he was being serious.

"Yeah, Jack, it's a bomb, I know what I'm doing," Mac replied with a smile. Jack shook his head, but ran off in search of whoever had dropped in on the meet. They didn't want anyone getting killed. Riley would let them know as soon as she got them on the cameras, but it didn't hurt to take a quick look themselves first.

Soon enough, the bombs were finished, and Mac was on his way to set them. "Alright, the first bomb should be going off in just a few seconds if my calculations are right, so Riley, let me know when to go set off the other one." Sure enough, the first bomb exploded the moment Mac finished. He heard some shouts, but no pained screams. That was good.

"Okay, Mac," Riley said. "They're all running. You're good to destroy the weapons. And Jack, I got one of the cameras back, and there's some old guy in a suit heading your way? He doesn't look like a terrorist or a dealer. He's got an umbrella with him too? I don't have their frequency yet, but I'm getting cameras back one by one. Someone like me was cloaking them."

"Ooookay, I'll go meet the weather conscious businessman," Jack said. Mac tuned the rest out as he carefully set the other, much larger bomb down in the middle of the warehouse, where the blast radius would be maximized to take out all of the chemical weapons. Luckily, the weapons there were dealing with could be safely disposed that way. If blowing them up would cause dangerous chemicals to go airborne, then Mac didn't know what they would do. Maybe luck really was on their side for once.

"The bomb is set, and will go off any minute. I'm heading out," Mac said, turning on his heel and heading for the closest door. "Jack, if you haven't found the guy yet, just get out."

"I'm followin' him, he's tailin' the terrorists," Jack whispered. Good. As long as that meant that both Jack and the other guy weren't in danger of the blast. Mac burst through the door and started running for the van, which was a safe distance away.

"Wait, there's someone else there!" Riley shouted into the comms. "I've got all the cameras back, and there's another guy in a suit and he's still in the blast zone and not moving."

Without replying, Mac turned around and ran back into the building. He knew he had only seconds to find the guy and drag him out, but he had years to listen to Jack complaining about him always running in head first to save the bad guys. The thought made Mac smile as he ignored Riley yelling at him through the comms. He needed to find the guy and get out.

Just as Mac began to think that he had signed his own death warrant, he spotted him. There was a young man about Mac's age, in a beautiful blue, pinstripe suit. Since they seemed to be the only people there, Mac didn't care about the element of surprise.

"Get out!" he shouted. "There's a bomb!" The young man turned and his eyes widened in surprise, but whether it from seeing Mac or hearing his words, Mac didn't know.

"You planted a bomb, bruv?" the man asked in a thick cockney accent. That took Mac by surprise.

"Mac, just go!" Riley shouted in his ear. "You're gonna have more company soon if you're not dead by then!"

Shaking his head, Mac dashed back out the door, but heard the British guy following him. "You didn't say the company was coming this way!" he shouted back at Riley. A bunch of the weapons dealers' goons were coming straight at them, blocking the way to the van. At least they didn't seem to see it. Mac didn't pay attention to Riley's reply, because the British guy was pulling out an umbrella and yanking Mac behind it. Despite Mac's surprise, that turned out to be a good thing, because they were soon being riddled with bullets - at least, they would have been if the umbrella hadn't been bulletproof. Who was this guy?

But they weren't far enough away from the blast. When the building exploded, the blast pushed Mac and the Brit to the ground. In the back of his mind, Mac knew both Riley and Jack were calling out to him, but the wind was knocked out of him, and all he could consciously think about was breathing. Once he had that under control, he glanced over at the men who had been firing at them, and saw that they were much less out of commission than he'd hoped. They were circling Mac and the Brit, who was slowly making his way to his knees, like Mac. They were definitely in trouble. With an internal groan and a shudder, Mac discreetly pulled his comm out and swallowed it. The less these people found out about him, the better. Maybe he could pretend to be a lost tourist - but in the back of his mind, he knew that wouldn't work, because no American vacationed in that part of Indonesia.

The men practically pounced on Mac and the Brit, quickly dragging them to their feet and roughly frisking them. They took Mac's SAK, and a curious array of weapons and doodads from the Brit, like a lighter, a pen, and of course a pistol. Mac just got even more confused.

"I used to get paid for guys to rough me up, and I didn't fancy it then, so I'd much appreciate it if you'd piss off a bit, yeah?" the Brit said with a grin, earning him a swift punch to the gut. He doubled over for a fraction of a second, then let out of a soft laugh. Everything this guy did confused Mac even more.

Mac remained silent as the two of them were ziptied and roughly marched over to an array of trucks. The Brit was looking around as if he were expecting to see someone, and Mac could've sworn that he saw a bit of panic in the young man's hazel eyes for a fraction of a second. But that looked was quickly schooled into one of nonchalance. Mac tried to calm himself down as well. Everything was going to be fine.

But then an arm was around his neck, and squeezing, and Mac couldn't do anything about it with his hands ziptied behind him. The Brit was in the same situation, and try as Mac might, he couldn't get free, and he couldn't breathe, and everything was going dark, and where was Jack, Jack was always there to save him, where was Jack, everything was not okay, where was Jack, where was Jack, where was Jack...