SG-1 AU MacGyver crossover just for fun. Hey it's my world; I can do what I want. I don't own anything. This is for fun and entertainment only; I am not making any money off of this unfortunately. There may be some OOC but I will try and kept that to a minimum. Special guest appearances from other shows and universes and times, hey it's Stargate, anything can and probably will happen. I wrote this before I realized that most of the SG-1 fan fics start out this way. So deal with it.
Colonel O'Neill sighed as he wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead. He had already wiped the condensation from his sunglasses at least five times in the last twenty minutes. "Carter," he yelled out, " You done yet?!?" The usual sarcastic agitation fully coming through, he WAS supposed to be fishing. As usual though, he and the other members of SG-1 were called back on another mission, of the damn science mumbo jumbo type to top it off. Carter just HAD to see the environmental changes of this world herself. It was HOT. That was as much as he wanted to know.
Jack O'Neill took his sunglasses off his face again to wipe them clean of his own sweat. Years ago this sort of work would've fascinated him. God that was ages ago, he thought. That was back when he had a semi scientific mind himself. He marveled at the changes that had taken place inside him from the time when he was a young boy. A look down at his firearm reminded him of just how long ago that was. He never really cared for guns.... even now... more than before most likely, due to his son's death. The difference now was that with all he had come through, his father, the Air Force... he would barely hesitate to use it.
His retrospective thoughts were interrupted as Major Carter finally came back into view. "Colonel, It's amazing the planet seems to be constantly directing itself............ orbiting the farthest.......... at an amazing velocity......... through solar... only twice a year."
"Carter?" O'Neill interrupted
"Yes sir?"
"In English that means... we can GO?"
Carter smiled sheepishly. " Yes sir. You might get some fishing in yet."
"Good." He said sharply. "And I guess that this means I won't be able to get you to go again, huh?"
"No sir, I'm going to need to analyze the data I collected as soon as we return."
" Okay. Daniel, Teal'c lets go! Come on it's hot."
Teal'c casually picked up his staff weapon and cast a glance around, always looking for any danger. He never let his guard down. Daniel looked up from the spot he had chosen to sit in the tiny bit of shade that was to be found here. He picked up his papers and followed Teal'c to the gate.
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All right, jacket.... check. Sunglasses, yep. ID and key card... NO PROBLEMO! I'm outta here!
Jack O'Neill started walking from his quarters at the SGC whistling an unknown tune to him self. He was finally going fishing on this vacation. He thought that perhaps he should ask Carter or one of the others if they would like to go with him...Nah, they never do. He realized disappointed. He reached the elevator with out incident. A good sign, came the mental note, a VERY good sign.
The airman at the elevator keyed the terminal that would bring the lift to the level where O'Neill was waiting. While he was waiting, O'Neill's thoughts drifted as they had started to earlier. He thought of where he was going fishing. A place his mother had told him of. Not the Midwest where O'Neill would usually go fishing, but up to Washington State. She had told Jack that it used to be his father's favorite fishing spot. His father had been a Colonel in the U.S. Army, he had been sent over seas to help with the Korean conflict. Something happened over there that resulted in Jack O'Neill's father never returning to stateside soil again. Jack attempted to look into the incident and all he found was that it was classified. He could respect that, being military and doing top-secret work himself.
His mother, now widowed and with child, went home to her parents in Chicago, the place where Jack grew up.
The elevator arrived and Jack stepped onto it. The elevator sped upwards to a security level. Jack changed elevators and was taken to the top floor. From there he awaited the bus that would take him to the air force personnel parking about a mile and a half from the base. Once there he climbed off the bus and headed toward his truck. Currently he was driving a new Ford F150 4x4, black, extended cab plenty of room for all his fishing and camping gear. Jack closed the door after he entered and started up the truck. He needed to get some more things together before he left.
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The Colorado Springs airport bustled with activity as the two friends stepped into the terminal. This was going to be a nice break for the two of them.
"Hey, Mac, I gotta go check in and get the cargo situated for it's owner." The broader man stated with his usual jubilance, a wide smile beaming out from underneath his thick handlebar mustache.
"Sounds good. I'll go try and hail us a cab so we can go find a place to eat." The tall thin man replied. The two parted ways and the thin man made his way toward the waiting area for cabs. As he approached a feeling of foreboding drew across his shoulders a sense that his life was soon to change.
Stepping outside he felt someone grab onto his arm and something cylindrical stick into his side.
"Don't be too alarmed Colonel you owe me one, and I'm calling in the favor" A mild tenor voice spoke.
Mac turned half way around to face his new "friend" and was about to inquire to the Colonel remark when he noticed the exact nature of the cylindrical object. God, I hate guns. He remarked to himself as a tranquilizing dart penetrated his side
The shorter man holding the gun helped him into a waiting car, closed the door and the car's driver pulled out into traffic...
Mac noticed a man standing in the shadows as the car pulled away. He knew the man, and the look portrayed on the shadow mans face left Mac grateful that the man with the gun abducted him as the tranquilizer set in and darkness clouded his mind.
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Jack Dalton came walking out of the airport just in time to see his best friend get pushed into the back of a car. "Mac! Mac!" He screamed as he started running after the car that was quickly pulling away. Jack stopped short of the curb and hung his head down trying to catch his breath. The police, the police, Mac's been kidnapped, gotta get the police. The thought raced over and over through his mind at a numbing pace. He stood and turned to make his way back to the terminal when he came face to face with an old nemesis.
"Hello Jack." the voice soothed. "Where do you think your going?"
Jack looked up into the blue eyes of one he had never hoped to see again. Soon Jack's fear had evaporated into anger his mind began racing with thoughts and implications as to why this evil man was here just after Mac had been taken. "You SOB! What are you doing here? And what have you done with Mac!!!?"
Just then the blue eyes shifted off Jack and began following another. "I haven't done anything...yet." The blue-eyed man brushed past Jack without another word his sight now set on his intended prey.
Jack had a fleeting thought of being heroic and saving the day from this evil nemesis. The realization that Jack was too out of shape came quickly though. So Jack steeled his last bit of courage and went to speak with airport security about his friends unfortunate capture.
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YES! The Colonel thought as he reached the line at the security checkpoint. So far so good. He was soon going to be boarding a plane and the fishes in Washington had better watch what bait they were taking. No incidents had occurred that needed his immediate attention back on the base, which was a very good sign. Of course, darn it all, he had left his phone at home sitting right next to his pager. Yep, darn, his eyes filled with glee at the thought, now as long as a page didn't come over the intercom stating that he needed to proceed to a courtesy phone to receive a call everything would be great.
"Hello.... Mac." A voice from behind the Colonel said evenly.
O'Neill felt a knife against his back and turned to face his assailant. "EXCUSE ME!" O'Neill said, his voice ringing with sarcasm. "Do I know you?" The Colonels' hands came up in fists with his index fingers pointed upward to accentuate his words. "No, I don't think so, the name's JACK...not Mac. And might I point out that I don't think," His hands came down with the palms opened, "they will let you through security with that. You might just want to go check it with the rest of your baggage." O'Neill ended with a cat-who-ate-the-canary-grin and crossed his hands down in front of him.
The would-be assailant took a step back dumbfounded.
"Jack O'Neill to a white courtesy phone. Mr. Jack O'Neill to a white courtesy phone."
"AH. See now there you've done it. You ruined my vacation!" O'Neill readjusted the backpack on his shoulder. "THANKS!" With that O'Neill turned and left. He did not go to the phone directly; instead he detoured to the security officer in front of him and made a recommendation that the blond haired, blue-eyed man with the knife be taken into custody. As he turned to point the guard out to the man he noticed the man was gone.
Great, just great, vacation ruined, and a mad man on the loose at the airport. O'Neill finally made his way to the courtesy phone and picked it up. Once the connection was made O'Neill heard Daniel's voice on the other end.
"Hey, Jack, I just wanted to let you know, you left your phone and pager at home. Also, have a nice fishing trip."
"Thanks Daniel. But guess what? I'm not going anywhere. We've got a madman running around the airport. I'm gonna have to fill out a bunch of paperwork because this guy happened to pick ME to threaten." his extreme agitation slipping down the phone line.
"Oh, my god, Jack are you OK?" Daniel asked with real concern.
"Hmmm....Yeah, I'm fine, but they have the airport under temporary lock down. Seems he threatened and or kidnapped someone else. I don't know the full story. Hey! Wanna go for a beer and some pool tonight?" O'Neill really wanted to go fishing, but now that was out of the question. So if he could swindle a few games of pool out of Daniel, then hey, at least he wouldn't be sitting home alone.
"Ah, sure Jack, why not. Give me a call when you get out of there."
"No, problemo." and with that Jack hung up the phone and went to fill out security paperwork, as well as give a description of the weirdo.
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Finally finished with the paperwork and sketches Col. O'Neill grabbed his bags and headed out of the airport. He reached his truck without incident and threw his gear in the back. He opened the door and tossed his backpack onto the passenger seat. "Aw, damn it." escaped his lips as he realized that his truck keys had gone with the throw and landed on the floor in the center. O'Neill reached over to pick them up before climbing in. As he did, a hand placed itself on his back, with the knife he had known previously that day touching his throat. "NAW, what now!"
This position had its advantages. Slightly under the seat from where the keys had landed was O'Neill's personal 9mm, shifting his hand slightly O'Neill took hold of the firearm.
"Now, Mac," the voiced hissed sweetly, "Let's not create another disturbance like we did earlier, hn?"
"I told you my name is Jack!" with that said the Col. swung his head back into the face of the assailant. Knocking the other man back a step. His attacker off, the Col. swung around and leveled the pistol on the blond man, noticing the scaring on his assailants face. "So, what are you? A hit man for the N.I.D. perhaps? Nah, they would've spent more money and had someone better armed." The hammer on the pistol clicked into position.
The blond attacker fell back stunned before he started laughing. "Nice try Mac. Everyone knows how you abhor guns. Tsk tsk tsk. I would've thought that you would know I wouldn't fall for a trick suck as a fake, or at the least unloaded gun. Really you just give it to me and then will be on our way." The blond advanced toward O'Neill threatening with the knife.
Okay, you asked for it. Thought O'Neill with a grin and a slight shrug. He adjusted his aim a bit and fired off a shot into the man's shoulder. "That loaded enough for you?"
The bullet hit the blond man, completely taking him by surprise as it seared through his arm. "Who the hell are you?" the man growled. "I want MacGyver, not a gun toting look-a-like." The man turned and ran with O'Neill behind him yelling for him to freeze or be shot again.
Just as O'Neill had prepared himself for the shot, the man disappeared into a crowd of people coming out of the airport. "Damn!" O'Neill cursed at himself. I'm not even gonna get a beer tonight at this rate. Just then he heard someone yelling from the crowd and a few people screaming about a madman with a gun.
He turned back to his truck, grabbed his keys and the guns holster, strapping it on and locking his truck he headed back into the airport to look for the guy and fill out more paperwork. As he was walking away, he noticed the knife on the ground where the man had been standing. Well, well, well, maybe I'd better let security come and get me. Why did I have to leave my cell phone at home TODAY!