Okay, so I got his request in a comment to one of my other stories. Think it was "Mama Bozer"… The request was from Hermione2435, and she wondered if I could write a story on Mac's experiences in Melbourne and Kautokeino, or something…
Okay, so figured I might have to post the original text here too, just in case you wanted a reference to the other story without actually having to read through it…
He had had worse… Cairo for instance, Cairo had hurt worse… Melbourne had been way uncomfortable. Kautokeino had left him unable to anything that required anything of his back for a month…
Yeah… He had had worse…
He had…
Okay, so… To the story!
Melbourne, July '13.
Looking at the wound, Mac knew it was bad. Not life-threatening, but bad…
He clamped his right hand over the cut in a hope that it was enough to stop the flow of blood spilling from it. No such luck.
Lack of attention had caused him to crash into a pile of trash after jumping a fence. And the reward was a five inch gash on his left upper arm.
But when you have an angry mobster with a gun running behind you, you don't necessarily stop to perform first aid on a cut. Unless… Unless it's life threatening… Which this one, ain't.
Mac dashed over the hood of a parked truck. Landing on all four before he ran off towards the place where he and Jack were supposed meet up if things went south, as it seemed to do a little too often…
His heart almost skipped a couple of beats as he felt the air pressure of bullets whistling past him. That was too close for comfort.
Only 50 more yards before he was at the meeting point. Only 50 more yards until he was so called safe…
He ducked behind a garbage container, a spray of bullets hit the metal beside him.
He used a second to check the wound on his arm. It was bleeding some, not alarmingly much. But it would need sutures once the opportunity arrived.
The bullets peppering the container stopped, and Mac read that as a sign of the mobster re-loading. Also a sign for him to get his ass moving again. So he sprinted further.
He got to the meetup point just as Jack, very gracefully, crashed down the stairs to Mac's left.
"OW! HELL! THAT HURT!" Jack growled as he pushed himself to a sitting position.
"Guy with gun behind me!" Mac almost shouted, pointing towards the guy taking an aim towards them.
"Oh, fuck!" Jack cussed as he threw his gun up and fired towards the other gun wielding guy.
It was a near-hit. A few inches from the guy's torso.
Jack wasn't quite as lucky as the other guy. He was hit by a near-miss. A grace wound peeling off a bit of skin on his shoulder.
"Dammit!" Jack shouted, and emptied his clip towards the guy who had chased Mac.
The guy went down, and clutched his leg. Pain short-circuiting all his plans of shooting Mac and Jack.
"Thanks Jack!" Mac panted. "You hurt?"
"Mostly my ego…" Jack muttered as he looked at the wound on his shoulder. After confirming that it was basically nothing, he looked down at his knees. The jeans were torn open at the knees, the skin beneath was raw and bloody. "And you? You're bleeding…"
"Cut myself on something I landed in…"
"Tetanus shot for you my friend…" Jack prompted as he moved to get up. "Oh, crap! That hurts!"
"What?"
"Ankle… Must've rolled it…" Jack reached for the rapidly swelling joint.
"Bad?"
"Yeah, bad…" Jack grimaced.
"Okay, hospital next…" Mac ordered, "Hey, were there anyone following you?"
"Got rid of them a mile or so ago…"
"Then… Why did you come flying down the stairs?"
Jack gritted his teeth, and refused to answer.
"Jack?"
"Lost my footing… Alright?"
"You lost your footing?"
"It happens, okay?"
"Yeah, okay…" Mac grinned as he helped Jack up, then ducked under one of his arms for support. "Let's get you to a hospital, and get someone to look at that ankle of yours."
"Good idea… And a tetanus shot for you…"
"Had one a few months ago. And those things are active for what? 10 years or so?"
"Okay… Okay… But you do need stitches." Jack sucked a sharp breath as his foot touched the ground. "Guess I'll be a bench-warmer for a while."
"Guess you're right…" Mac nodded, agreeing to both the fact that he needed stitches and that Jack would have to take it easy for the foreseeable future.
Okay, so… Guess this is gonna be sort of a one-shot series. I don't really know… Guess you'll have to see…
Hope you enjoyed it though…
