AN/ So this is un betaed by anyone other than me, and for that I apologize (If you want to beta read this and some other MacGyver fics (and an upcoming Mac/Stargate crossover!) please shoot me a PM!). With that said I do not own MacGyver (too bad, lol) or any of the recognizable characters in this story. I hope you enjoy, if you do feel free to leave a review!

Chapter 1

"Hey Jack, when I say run, you start running ok?" Angus MacGyver and his partner Jack Dalton were on a mission for the Phoenix Foundation to retrieve some files from a dusty warehouse that a domestic terrorist organization had been using for a storage facility. Neither one had been expecting a bomb with less than ten minutes on the timer to be waiting, Mac figured it was there to take care of the very files they had been sent to retrieve.

Jack glanced nervously back at Mac, "So are you trying to tell me that you can't get that thing not to blow up?"

Mac stood up, and calmly stated, "That's exactly what I'm saying. The fuse is …" He stopped knowing that Jack wouldn't understand. "Just get going, I'm going to grab that file, and I'll be right behind you."

Jack wanted to argue, but they didn't have the time and MacGyver was the faster runner, as much as it pained him to admit. So he took off for the exit door, soon enough he heard Mac fall in a couple of feet behind him. He had just taken cover behind the SUV they were driving when the bomb when off. It picked Mac, who had just gotten clear of the door, off of his feet and body slammed him into the side of the vehicle.

Jack could hear him groaning as he approached. "You ok there Bud?"

Mac, who was laying flat on his back, legs akimbo, squinted up at Jack, "Yeah, I think so. I'm going to be sore in the morning, but…" He moaned as he rolled over on his right side pulling several files out of the back of his pants, "I got the files."

Jack grabbed the files with his left hand and with his right helped his partner up. "These might make Matty happier about the damage your body did to the fleet SUV."

"Ahhhhhh-chooooo" Mac let out a huge sneeze. Bozer handed his friend another tissue. They were in the War room waiting for a briefing, and Mac had been huddled at the end of the couch ever since they had gotten in there.

Jack walked in right as Mac blew his nose. "Ewwwwww. Stay away from me, Hoss. I don't want none of that!" He gestured wildly in Mac's direction.

Riley and Matty soon followed. Upon seeing Mac huddled Matty narrowed her eyes and fixed her glare on Mac. "What are you doing here?"

Mac looked confused, "Working? Don't we have a briefing?" He blew his nose again, then pulled out a small tube of chapstick and applied it to his nose.

"You're obviously sick Blondie, go home! Eat some soup, get some sleep, and come back when you won't contaminate everybody. " Matty pointed at the door to emphasize her point.

"I'm not that sick! It's only a rhinovirus. I've completed missions feeling much worse." The last part was said on a whine.

"Thorton really didn't care did she? Well, I do care." She motioned to Bozer. "Grab your roomie, and make sure he convalesces properly. Even if you have to duct tape him to the bed!" Matty gave Bozer the stink eye, until he started moving towards Mac.

Mac decided to give it one last shot, "I'll go to medical to get cleared, if they say I can go then can I?"

Jack was shaking his head, knowing that arguing with Matty was a bad idea. "NO, now get your scrawny butt moving!"

Bozer stood in front of Mac with his arm extended to help Mac up. Mac angrily shoved up and stormed out coughing all the way.

Mac was laying on the floor of his living room once again working on what one day will be his motorcycle. While Jack was sprawled out on the couch looking through all his dating profile matches.

"How about this chick named Cyndi? She likes long walks on the beach, and candle light dinners." Jack asked

"Does she spell it with an I or y?" Mac questioned as he tightened a nut.

Jack scrolled back up, "C-Y-N-D-I" he spelled. He looked up quizzical, "Why does that mean something?"

Mac laughed, "No it doesn't. I was just messing with you. Hey, would you mind getting me another bottle of water?"

Jack frowned at his young friend, "It's that like the fifth one that you've had in the past hour or so?"

Mac shrugged, "Maybe? I haven't been keeping track." The screw he was threading was being a tricky little fellow, and his thirst was becoming more of a distraction. He wasn't concerned with his water consumption.

Jack sighed, got up, and grabbed another bottle out of the fridge, he also found that half of a sub he had left a couple of days ago, and grabbed it for a snack. He handed Mac his water and sat back down on the couch. This time without his phone, instead he concentrated on his partner. Mac chugged the bottle of water back in no time, he was also occasionally rubbing his eyes. Maybe the kid hadn't completely gotten over that cold he had back a few weeks ago. He made a mental note to talk to Bozer about it. Sighing he pick up his phone and continued his quest to find Mrs. Dalton.

Bozer was glad that is was Friday night. That was his and Mac's, and sometimes Jack's chill night. He would whip up something easy to eat in front of the TV, and they would stream something on Netflix while unwinding from another busy week. Well, they would do that when they were at home, which they were thankfully. Mac got back from his bathroom run, and Bozer hit play on Weird Wonders of the World.

Bozer took several more bites of his carefully constructed nachos. Each layer had an even distribution of meat, cheeses, both nacho and shredded, lettuce, tomatoes, guacamole, and a lime crema. Each bite was an explosion of flavors, and Bozer savored every bite. He noticed that Mac had started squirming, again. Bozer mentally rolled his eyes. Mac never did stay still, like ever. Even when they were kids, and would have a sleep over Mac would toss and turn so much that Bozer would never sleep next to him. But this was his 'I'm so engrossed in what I'm doing that I don't realize that I need to go to the bathroom' wiggle. Bozer sighed and paused the movie.

Instantly Ma'sc attention swung to Bozer, "What did you do that for?" Then it must have hit him because he grimaced before stating. "Sorry, I'll be right back." With that Mac hurried off to his bathroom.

Bozer sighed, he was starting to worry about Mac, he had noticed lately that Mac had to use the bathroom more frequently. Mac quickly came back and Bozer started the movie once again. This happened two more times before the movie ended. But by the end Bozer wasn't paying attention, he was more worried about what could be wrong with his friend. Maybe he had a bladder infection? That was probably it! He thought. One of his co-workers at the restaurant used to get them all the time, well she complained about getting them all the time. And knowing Mac he wouldn't want to tell Bozer everything, including if he had an infection of his bladder. Now that he had solved that riddle his mind wondered to other things.

"Just one more minute!" Mac muttered to Riley

Riley looked anxiously around them, "We don't have another minute Mac. We've got to go NOW!"

Riley turned to where Mac was supposed to be setting up an explosion to take out the weapons catch they had found that belonged to one of the drug cartels. He was hunched over his assembled ingredients, but he kept on rubbing his eyes like there was something in them. Riley also noticed that his hands had a slight tremble, which never happened to Mac. The guy was rock solid; one had to be to be EOD. She saw movement outside of the little barn that they were in. "That minute is up, we've got to get going now!"

Mac sighed, "I've just about got it done."

"You've got about thirty seconds, then we are leaving, wither you are done or not. I for one don't want to be caught and 'interrogated' by the cartel." She glanced out the window again, and this time didn't see anybody. It was time to go. Thankfully Mac seemed to be done. They made sure the coast was clear, and then ran for the woods nearby. They had almost made it to the tree line when Mac's bomb went off flattening both agents. Riley mostly caught herself, but Mac wasn't as lucky, he bashed his head on a rock leaving a decent sized gash that started pouring blood.

Riley looked at him quizzically, "Why did you set it to go off so quickly?" Usually it timed it so that it covered their ex-fil, not alerted the enemy.

Mac stammered, "I did.. .I thought…" He stopped and rubbed his head, smearing some of the blood. Riley jumped up hearing the cartel soldiers coming; she was very worried about her blonde friend, but even more worried that they wouldn't make it to the ex-fil point in time.

After Mac pushed himself up Riley grabbed his arm to steady him and they both ran for ex-fil where Jack was waiting for them with a helicopter. Riley could hear the cartel's soldier right behind them, and a few bullets whizzed by. Mac stumbled a couple of times, but Riley kept him up and moving. They finally burst into the clearing. Riley bodily shoved Mac into the helicopter, and jumped in herself. Jack smoothly lifted off, leaving the cartel in their rearview.

Once Riley caught her breath she slipped on the headphones, noticing that Mac was just staring out the window in the back not bothering to don the headphones in the back for him. Jack's voice come over the headphones, "What the heck just happened?" Riley could hear the worry in his voice.

Riley just shook her head. "I have no idea."

The rest of the ride back to the Phoenix went just as quietly. As soon as they touched down Mac was out of the helicopter before Riley or Jack could even take their headphones off. After disembarking they walked into the Phoenix together. "OK, what is up with Mac lately?" Jack questioned.

Riley shrugged, "I don't know, but we almost got caught back there. He kept on rubbing his eyes, and I noticed his hands trembling, and he timed the explosion wrong. When have you ever know that to happen?"

Jack frown worriedly, "Never, also when have you ever know MacGyver's hands to shake?"

"Never, and that's what's concerning me." Riley thought for a second hesitating to even bring it up, but knew that Jack would be the perfect person to run it by. "Should I go to Matty with this? I don't want to get him in trouble, but if something is physically wrong I want him to get help."

Jack stopped walking seeming to give it the thought something seriously like that required. "What we're going to do is, I'm dragging Mac's skinny ass to the infirmary to get him checked out, and get that forehead sown back together. If they don't find anything, then I'll let you know and we can go to Matty together. As much as I hate to say it, but if Mac's not up to par, then it is best for him to stay here. My job is to protect him whether he wants it or not." Riley nodded, and Jack went off in search of Mac.