murdoc knows something is ..off to say the least the moment macgyver reopens his eyes and boiling rage isn't the first emotion to drift to the top, instead he's met with baby blues filled with confusion, caution and buried beneath that a hint of fear , the look throws him , its one macgyver has never given him before , and its defiantly not the one he expected to see plastered on macs face
especially not when not even 2 minutes ago the eyes staring back at him as they'd fought were ones of righteous anger , before murdoc had thrown him back so hard macgyver had quite literally clocked his head on the wall , hard, and slid down it like a sack of potatoes to land in a crumpled heap , in all seriousness it had been an accident , witch , is ironic coming from him he concedes but in this case it's the truth , he has every intent of being the one to end macgyver , but via wall ?
Just..
No
If anything he'd been playing, it's a game just as much as sport when it comes to mac, but what's that they say? Don't mix business with pleasure, perhaps there's something to the little saying after all ..Not that that will stop him from doing what he does
the eyes that look at him now are soft and clear of hate with innocent but wary curiosity , and murdoc can't remember the last time anyone ever looked at him that way , it send a pleasant little shiver down his spine , drags him back to the situation at hand , and again makes him wonder what's going on in the boys head of his
because the look in those eyes , and the reaction it invokes are not things he would have saw coming out of their confrontation , what he expects even less is mac shifting closer slow and cautious from where he kneels , to the place where murdoc himself is crouched , until there in each other's breathing space , and says in a soft voice
"Who-who are you ?"
..Oh...
ohhhhh oh myyyy~
And he'd laugh out loud, at the shear shift this situation has taken, or the inconvenience, because killing macgyver when he wouldn't even understand it, just won't do , and murdoc realizes what ever choice he makes now will decide what happens next for the both of them , the power that gives him sends a tingling rush through him and he asks
"You really know me not dear macgyver ? "
And mac looks back at him, flushes with embarrassed guilt as if he'll greatly offend murdoc if he tells him the truth , instead he answers the question with a question
"mac-macgyver ? Is that my name?" and here the boy pauses still flushed, before adding "and ...I'm sorry I don't -remember you"
murdoc could end it now , drag the boy home , gift wrap him , and leave on the door step for bozer and his precious jack to sort out , and a slight pinch of jealousy at that thought shots unwanted through his skull ,it's what should be done , there fight can't possibly continue , not with this newborn fawn in front of him , but something buzzes in the back of his head , a long forgotten and vindictive whisper of things that he's never really had , an unfulfilled but ravenous curiosity
It grinds at his thoughts as he looks at the now innocent and oblivious creature in front of him, the eyes boring into his own now have shifted , fear and caution giving way to barley restrained desperation , mac knows he knows him now , at the very least , there's hungry need in the swirling blues , and murdocs cold heart could grow 3 sizes at the sight , instead his insidious mind lets darkness swell, pushes his be-stilled beating heart to the side
mac bites his lip, licks them , and murdocs eyes are drawn to the action , its shy and coy.. its fucking adorable , and it makes up his mind even before the question that follows, the question that will lead up to the most controversial thing he's ever done, because yes , he's lied , cheated , murdered and all other unspeakable forms of villainy ,but this he thinks may very well eclipse all of that
His boy hesitates still biting at his lip, before he dares to ask the question murdoc knows has been coming from the moment murdoc confirmed he knew him by name
"Um, im sorry but -who..i mean you know me , but who are you ?"
And murdoc smiles, the most genuine smile to grace his lips in a long time, the boy hesitated ... murdoc doesn't
"Oh macgyver , it's me, jack ".