Published: 6/10/2018 11:25
Hi everyone! This is actually my very first FanFic, so lots of space for improvement!
I'm a newly registered newbie (okay, not that new), but to be honest, I've been reading MacGyver's FanFic for about a year, and I am very impressed by how good you guys write! This FanFic's idea has already been in my head since I've watched 1x01 The Rising, and finally, I have the courage (and time) to sign up an account and write/publish it! Yeah!
To some of you, this story may seem more like an AU than a tag. Anyway. *Smile*
Short summary of related scenes in The Rising: The DXS team had to infiltrate a party to steal a bioweapon in Italy. Mac was then forced to give it to John Kendrick in exchange for Nikki, who was being held hostage by him. Mac gave up the weapon, but Kendrick shot Nikki in the chest.
I hope the characters are not too Out Of Character.
My Bio is under construction. I'll tell you guys when it's done and please make sure to drop by and read it. Thanks!
Also, here're my thoughts on 3x01 Improvise (Spoiler's Alert):
Okay, so my first impression of Mac was 'OMG Mac's got a weird beard that makes him look at least 10 years older', and later on I'm really, really glad he shaved it off. I literally rolled my eyes when his dad said he looked good with that beard. Bah.
And, uh… I'm going to be honest with this part: I'm very, very disappointed with the fact that Mac hadn't bought himself a new Swiss Army Knife ever since he had lost the one Jack had given him in the Season 2 finale. When James offered a new one, I couldn't believe he didn't accept it! Dammit, just because it was from your father doesn't mean you stop bringing a knife with you! I mean, the Swiss Army Knife is an icon of MacGyver, and I can't believe that the producer decided he doesn't need it! (Sorry if this offended anyone. I'm too upset by this.)
As for Nasha… I don't know much about her, so I won't judge whether she suits Mac or not now. But, if Mac joins the Phoenix again, she'll be in grave danger. The bad guys will definitely use her as a hostage to force Mac to do something he'll no doubt regret later. (I'm not jinxing… *immediately touch wood* but it'll happen some day.)
*End of Spoiler*
All in all, I'll still watch the second episode tomorrow at some time around 1:15a.m., and I seriously hope it'll be much better and Mac will at least have a new Swiss Army Knife with him again.
Disclaimer (applies to all chapters): I do not own MacGyver. This show belongs to its rightful owners, and neither do I get any benefits from writing/publishing this. This is purely for my, and maybe also for your, pleasure.
Warning (applies to all chapters): Mention of injuries, blood and a bit about death, but nothing too graphic. Also some bad language – but it depends on how you define 'bad language'.
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Enjoy!
"No!"
Mac yelled as he sprang forward, hand outstretched, as if it would magically lengthen and grab Nikki from the possible fate she was falling into. The world suddenly stretched into slow motion, seemingly mocking his inability to save her.
He watched as she fell backwards into the lake, her face twisted with pain and surprise. No matter how hard Mac kicked himself mentally to run faster, it felt as if he was just running through honey, forcing him to watch the only woman he'd ever loved that much disappear right in front of him.
BANG.
The sound seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once, echoing in the air, and before Mac could comprehend it, he felt the force of a freight train travelling at at least 100 km/h slam into his chest. Pain exploded like millions of mini grenades going off at once, aborting the yell of shock and pain that was already in his throat.
The impact force pushed him backwards, towards the lake. He saw Kendrick smirking at him, gun still raised and smoking. Mac suddenly realized what had just happened, quite belatedly.
He was shot.
He felt his feet lose grip on solid ground. He was airborne for barely half a second before plummeting to the dark water below.
The last thing he saw was the star-filled Italian sky.
Someone was tugging him.
He felt their cold fingers brushing against his cheek, forcing their way into his nose and mouth.
Water.
Mac's eyes snapped open at the word, but he immediately shut them close as they stung.
As he slowly came back to his senses, he started to panic since water continued to rush into his lungs. He realized he couldn't breathe at all. Bubbles streamed out of his mouth as he struggled to reach the surface, to reach air.
Then all of a sudden pain hit him.
Mac gasped, water running into his nose and mouth like vicious beasts. Then he felt the immediate rush of adrenaline fueling his weakening muscles and dulling the pain slightly. He managed to push his way to the surface with some struggle and took in a lungful of sweet air, which was actually more water than air as small waves lapped his face. He coughed out water and wheezed heavily, each breath clawing its way down his sore throat.
He noticed the strong metallic taste of the water and the slight tinge of red in the water surrounding him. His right hand instinctively flew to his chest, memories of what had happened floating back to his slowly clouding mind.
Nikki.
He had forgotten about her.
"Nikki!" he yelled, ignoring to tremendous amount of pain it caused. "Nik…" he broke out coughing, his whole body going numb from it. He instantly felt lightheaded.
He figured shouting with all the strength he had left was useless if he couldn't make it back to the shore. He wouldn't be able the save her if he passed out or drowned.
He started paddling, survival instincts kicking in – only to realize he didn't have any energy to. Blood continued to flow out of his wound like endless rivers.
He took in a shaky breath as he felt himself sinking from the lack of movement and the fact that he was vertical in water, a position that was less buoyant than being horizontal. All effects to keep his head above water failed. The lake seemed to be eager to engulf him whole, pulling him into its churning currents.
Where was Jack when he needed him most? It wasn't until now he realized his dependence on that man. Jack was always beside him, watching his back, but now –
He couldn't think further anymore. Fighting the water currents alone was tiring enough he couldn't spare any strength to even just think. Water continued to bite his wound, like thousands of bugs gnawing, eating him alive.
He was losing his battle with nature. And fate.
Every single bit of strength was seeped out from him along with the blood. Water agitated his raw throat, but it was heaven compared to the bouts of pain from his chest.
He felt himself growing weak from the pain, consciousness slipping. Maybe he should just give up and drown.
Nikki.
The word popped out of nowhere, picking up his diminishing trails of thoughts. She was shot, probably fighting for dear life in the lake, yet he was thinking about giving up. What sort of boyfriend was he if he couldn't save her, or at least die trying? He had to go up, to find her, but he had no idea which way was up. He lost the sense of direction completely. Everywhere seemed to be down.
But he had to – to –
Pain.
Water going into his lungs.
Nikki, he had to save her. He needed to –
Blood.
Couldn't hold on anymore.
Nikki.
It was all his fault. If he hadn't taken Kendrick's word –
As the currents continued to drag him down into the murky depths of the lake, they also started to suck away his remaining thoughts and consciousness. However, he latched onto one word, as if it would somehow save him. He had never put so much hope and faith into it, yet now he was, repeating it over and over again in his head and hoping it would lead him back to safety.
Somewhere far away he thought he heard his name being called.
Jack.
