Staying Strong


MacGyver (2016) Fanfiction, Mac's in trouble and could (will) get hurt! I know, I'm sadistic, but I love reading about this kind of thing happening so here it goes!

Also, for those waiting on my other stories' chapters, THEY ARE COMING! I've had a lot of sporting things come up and school is hectic at the moment too which is not helping!


I don't own any characters or anything, I'm just giving it a new storyline.


Chapter 1

That debrief was painful. Not just for Mac, but for the entire team. On their last mission, things got a little out of hand and, like always, he had to save the day with some miracle (as Jack would call it). Matty gave them all 'the look'when they arrived in the war room, quickly wiping the smile of Jack's face. She then went on explaining – no, stating all the different things they could have done to make the op. go smooth instead of relying on Boy Wonder to save the day.

Mac felt a flood of relief as he pulled into his driveway. Finally, a good night's sleep was coming his way. Holding his bags, he nudged the door handle with his elbow and pushed it open with his foot. Once inside, he took a deep breath before dropping his bags down a few feet from the entrance. The blondie took a few steps and chucked his phone and keys on the table. Just as he put them down, he could have sworn he heard a commotion coming from out near the fire-pit.

"Hello?" Mac called out, holding onto one of his room-mate like a weapon of protection. "Boze?" he called to the air. Knees bent, he slowly edged his way toward the noise.

As he walked onto the patio, his eyes laid on the one item that was out-of-place. A small present sat in the middle of the floor with a small note attached. It was labeled; 'For Mac'.

Mac slowly lowered the ''''''' down to the floor and knelt in front of the box. He slowly started to lift the lid, after checking to see if there were any possible booby traps set and making sure that he wasn't going to activate anything. Underneath the top of the small box was a clear ticking noise, immediately setting off alarm bells in Mac's mind. As he opened the 'present', he slowly revealed a small timer.

'3'

'2'

Terror covered his face as he turned from the box and started up a sprint.

'1'

He dove as far as he could.

'0'


Jack was already on his way back to the Phoenix after only getting a couple of hours rest at his apartment. As he sat in the car he turned up his stereo and let ''''''' play as loud as possible.

Once he arrived at the foundation, he made his way into the war room where Riley and Bozer were all waiting. He walked in and took a seat on the spare seat next the young hacker's. After a few seconds of silence, he asked the obvious question. "So, is Mac on his way or are we just gonna wait around for the rest of my snooze hours…?"

As though she was waiting for the perfect moment, Matty walked straight in the door. "Jack, Riley, Bozer, as of 2:08am this morning," 'four hours ago' Jack thought to himself, "a large explosion was reported at Mac's house." The room went silent, Matty's face quite clearly indicating that this was not a joke.

"Well, where's Mac? Is he alright?" he rose from his chair with face complete with worry and concern.

"We don't know, Jack." Matty answered, compassion lacing her voice. "We haven't been able to locate him since the explosion occurred"

Riley then cut in, "And the only footage I could find on traffic cameras was before 2 when he was leaving the Phoenix. I'll keep looking into it." Jack looked over to the young girl as she began typing profusely. She was clearly worried, but also angry and frustrated - more with herself than anyone else.

"We'll find him, Riley. Just keep doing your… thing." Jack spoke as calmly as he could bring himself to, considering the situation.

He moved his eyes back onto the 'big screen', watching numbers words and graphs floating around the screen leaving a photo of his best friend in the corner.

"How could I let this happen?"


Mac's eyes tried to adjust to the light as he woke. Struggling with his thoughts, he tried to remember where he was and what happened. It took a few seconds, but he began putting the pieces together in his mind. The debrief at the Phoenix, the drive home, the small present in his house, the bomb, the explosion and then – nothing. Just blackness.

As the blonde-haired agent moved to sit up, he quickly realised that his hand and ankles had been restrained to the metal chair he was currently seated in. The room around him was damp, cold and made of brick and concrete with a simple prison-style door directly in front of him.

The world seemed blurry as a tall man walked in, two thugs in tow behind. The slamming of the doors made Mac's ear start to ring.

"Angus Macgyver." The man spoke slowly and clearly, to make sure he was heard. Mac's head tilted, angling toward the sound. "How are you?" Though his words were kind they were spoken without feeling, spoken in a blunt and careless way. Mac just did his best to glare at his captor.

"Well," he continued, "I hope you're not this rude to my client."

"Client?" Mac slurred back at him.

"Mmmm, yes. Someone wanted you so badly, they were willing to pay me a solid 4 million in cash! Even with the extremely poor security at your house." A smug, sadistic smile was spread across the man's face. Russian accent, Mac mentally noted.

The man standing in front of him, practically laughing at him, had extremely pale skin. He was older, probably mid-forties. His hair was non-existent, but he had a small, red-star emblem tattoo on his neck.

"Who are you?"

"Oh no, no, no, Mr MacGyver." The man, who Mac only really just realised was wearing a distinct, dark red suit, bent down to be level with the blondie's face. They both kept eye contact. "You should save that for the next person you will see. They care a lot more about this deal than I do."

Mac struggled against the ropes that attached him to the chair. He pulled and tugged as hard as he could, but he couldn't stop one of the thugs from making their way behind him with a small cloth in-hand.

Within seconds the young phoenix agent could only breath in the toxic air radiating from the thing in the man's hand. He soon fell limp into the chair. The last thing he saw before the darkness consumed him was the door slamming shut once again.


A/N

So, this is my very first time writing about this show so if there is anything wrong or something you want to see happen or something you want to change or something else you want to see me write about, just let me know!