MacGyver cursed as his jeep died in the deserted parking lot. He was passing through Sunnydale after visiting a friend in Portland. He'd stopped by a All-night convenience store to pick up a few things before heading on to his place in Las Angles. The thing was though, he had just stopped for gas. Why hadn't it acted up then?

"Oh…nice…wonderful…fuel line is broken," Mac grumbled. This was not something he could fix with a bit of duck tape.

"Hey…looks like your plan worked, Hugo," somebody said. Mac spun around. Three…men?...surrounded him. He looked around, looking for something he could use…

"He looks like a good meal," another one of the men said. Mac's head snapped around. Meal? Oh, boy.

"Hey…you guys.Didn't your mothers' tell you itisn't good to play with your food?" Mac turned. A young woman stood there, a pointy stick in her hand.

"Slayer!" One said. Another one grabbed hold of Mac and pulled him in front of him. Mac struggled fiercely, but he couldn't break the grip holding him.

"Hugo…maybe we should turn this one!" the man holding onto Mac yelled to one of the others.

"Then take him and do it!" 'Hugo' bellowed. The one holding Mac started to drag him off. Mac fought hard, trying to break free, but he couldn't get the leverage he needed to do so. He saw 'Hugo' exploded into a cloud of dust. The one holding him spun him around and pushed him into the wall of a mausoleum. He felt his captors fangs brushing his neck…

Only to break into ragged hacks as he exploded into dust. He found it hard to breathe.

"Easy, easy. Breathe deep," a female voice was saying.

"Think…that dust…down the wrong tube," Mac managed to get out. The young woman laughed.

"Yeah…lean away from the dust cloud," she said between laughs.

"Right…" Mac said before passing out.

"Oh, crud," she said, realizing what had happened.

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"Giles! Giles! He passed out on me!" Buffy Summers called out as she half carried, half dragged MacGyver into her Watcher's apartment.

"Buffy, what happened?" Rupert Giles asked as he helped her get MacGyver on the couch…not that she needed it, of course. As a Slayer, she was many times stronger than a normal man.

"He was about to get chomped by a vamp when I dusted the vamp holding him. I think he inhaled some of the dust. He started choking, said something about it going down the wrong tube, then passed out," Buffy explained. Giles took off his glasses and began to polish them.

"It sounds like he was merely not getting enough air. He should regain consciousness soon. Now, will you sit down," he asked his pacing charge.

"Sorry," Buffy muttered. Mac groaned from his place on the couch. "He's coming around."

"So I see. Get him a class of water, then I'll talk to him. While you are doing that, I'll continue to research this prophecy I found," Giles said, looking at a book that was open on his desk. He sighed. Now if he could only figure out what "Grounded Phoenix" meant.

AN: Please note, I am new at this. Any OOC are completely my fault, and I apologize. Also, please review. I would really appreciate it...constructive critism's welcome.