Trouble Magnet
Disclaimer: I don't own MacGyver, yadda, yadda, yadda. I don't know who does, but I don not wish to offend them in any way, and I'm not making any money.
Author's Notes: Yay! My first MacGyver fic! Don't worry, I'll have the last chapter up tomorrow (if anyone cares). I'm just going to bed now, so I can't finish up.
* * * * * * * * *
"Hey, MacGyver, have you ever noticed that you get hurt a lot? I mean a lot. It never really is that seriously bad, but..." Willis trailed off, looking at MacGyver.
"Don't even go there, Willis. I get enough of that from Pete."
"Well, you do have to admit. You have this weird habit of attracting trouble."
"Okay, I'll admit that that's true, but it's kinda part of the job, you know? I mean, I'm out there saving people from maniacs half the time, so it's kind of expected that I'll get into trouble," MacGyver replied sardonically.
"I guess so. Oh, here's our ride," he said, referring to the white van that had screeched to a halt next to them, the letters 'Phoenix Foundation' standing out in dark blue clarity.
"So, what exactly did you need me here for again?"
"It's like I said on the phone. I need some help with some chemical samples and equipment that Phoenix just got."
"What exactly do you mean though? You need me to fix something? You need my help on dealing with the chemicals? What? He asked, clearly put off.
"Well, uh, actually, I need you to help me lift boxes," he stated, an embarrassed blush creeping into his cheeks.
"What?! You mean you dragged me away from my hockey playoffs to lift boxes?!" MacGyver exclaimed incredulously.
"Hey! It's not my fault I can't lift all this stuff by myself! You told me that if I ever needed help, I could call you. Any time. Even during play-offs."
"Yeah, but I assumed you'd be calling me for something more important. Like a chemical spill in downtown L.A. or something. You couldn't possibly have gotten someone else to do your menial labor?" he asked.
"No, actually. Everyone seems to be on some kind of mission. Phoenix has been busy lately. So are you going to help me or what?" Willis asked, hope glittering in his eyes.
"Fine, fine. I'll help you. But this had better not take long Willis! I'm missing enough of hockey as it is," he said, giving in as he stepped in the still waiting van with Willis.
Disclaimer: I don't own MacGyver, yadda, yadda, yadda. I don't know who does, but I don not wish to offend them in any way, and I'm not making any money.
Author's Notes: Yay! My first MacGyver fic! Don't worry, I'll have the last chapter up tomorrow (if anyone cares). I'm just going to bed now, so I can't finish up.
* * * * * * * * *
"Hey, MacGyver, have you ever noticed that you get hurt a lot? I mean a lot. It never really is that seriously bad, but..." Willis trailed off, looking at MacGyver.
"Don't even go there, Willis. I get enough of that from Pete."
"Well, you do have to admit. You have this weird habit of attracting trouble."
"Okay, I'll admit that that's true, but it's kinda part of the job, you know? I mean, I'm out there saving people from maniacs half the time, so it's kind of expected that I'll get into trouble," MacGyver replied sardonically.
"I guess so. Oh, here's our ride," he said, referring to the white van that had screeched to a halt next to them, the letters 'Phoenix Foundation' standing out in dark blue clarity.
"So, what exactly did you need me here for again?"
"It's like I said on the phone. I need some help with some chemical samples and equipment that Phoenix just got."
"What exactly do you mean though? You need me to fix something? You need my help on dealing with the chemicals? What? He asked, clearly put off.
"Well, uh, actually, I need you to help me lift boxes," he stated, an embarrassed blush creeping into his cheeks.
"What?! You mean you dragged me away from my hockey playoffs to lift boxes?!" MacGyver exclaimed incredulously.
"Hey! It's not my fault I can't lift all this stuff by myself! You told me that if I ever needed help, I could call you. Any time. Even during play-offs."
"Yeah, but I assumed you'd be calling me for something more important. Like a chemical spill in downtown L.A. or something. You couldn't possibly have gotten someone else to do your menial labor?" he asked.
"No, actually. Everyone seems to be on some kind of mission. Phoenix has been busy lately. So are you going to help me or what?" Willis asked, hope glittering in his eyes.
"Fine, fine. I'll help you. But this had better not take long Willis! I'm missing enough of hockey as it is," he said, giving in as he stepped in the still waiting van with Willis.