This is my first fanfic so any constructive criticism would be helpful! This is a tag to the latest MacGyver episode: Revenge+Catacombs+Le Fantome, Season 3, Episode 8. I wasn't happy with the level of Mac-Whump so I decided to make this little fanfic to add some more angst and of course, more whump! Oh and also some protective Jack because who can resist!
I hope you enjoy!
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"I designed this bomb just for you MacGyver. You can't disarm it." The voice echoed around the tiny stone room, resonating throughout the chamber.
"Stop playing your mind games! There are thousands of innocent people who will die if this goes off." Mac glared at the cloaked man across the room, then shifted his focus back to the huge bomb, already trying to analyze how to disarm it.
"Since when have I cared about innocent lives, MacGyver?" The Ghost laughed under his breath. "It will be such a pleasure to see you try to disarm this. I built is especially for you. You pushed me to new limits when you always disarm my bombs. I had to grow; I had to evolve. So you can die knowing you made me better." With that final order, the Ghost pressed the trigger and armed the device, then with a flap of his cloak, he was gone with the door locked behind him.
'No, wait!" yelled MacGyver at the metal door. He began to walk towards the only entrance to the room, the realized the Ghost was gone, and he needed to disarm the bomb.
Mac began circling the huge bomb, his fingertips already searching every surface for a flap to expose the inner working of the device. He found nothing. The only way to get to the bomb itself must be through the bottom, concluded Mac after hurriedly searching the huge block several times.
He hazarded a glance at the detonation timer. Only five minutes! Panic began to seep into the corners of his normally calm mind, his heart beating faster as he realized the amount of time he had not only to get to the bomb, but also to disarm it.
Mac tried to carefully tip it over, but he soon discovered the cube was much too heavy to even budge. It must be some sort of uranium alloy. That's the only way it could be even remotely this heavy.
Quickly glancing around the small room, he spotted a length of rope and some tarp. Mac jumped up, the seconds ticking away in his head, urging him into action. He grabbed the coil of rope and the tarp, already formulating how to secure the tarp to the block and lift it using the rope.
Mac looked around for any place to secure the rope to lift the block. His eyes fell upon many beams crisscrossing the ceiling. A pulley system! If I use the beams in the ceiling and the pipes on the floor, I could possibly….just maybe I can lift this thing.
An idea now in play, Mac got to work. He searched the room to find a moderately sized rock broken off from one of the walls. He ran over to it and tied it to one end of the rope. Hefting the rope and rock, he swung over the beams in the ceiling then looped it under the pipes on the floor. Repeating this process, he created a pulley system that would effectively reduce the weight of the bomb exponentially. After securing the tarp to the bomb, he tied the rope to the tarp and took a deep breath. This was going to be tricky.
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"Come on Riley, there must be something, anything, on those catacomb blueprints we can use to find Mac!" Bozer's incessant voice penetrated the haze of Riley's concentration.
Riley pivoted from her laptop and turned to face her partner. "Will you just be quiet Boze!? I'm doing everything I possibly can so please, just let me work!" She turned back to her screen, her fingertips playing across the keyboard.
Riley paused, then sighed, "Here's where the explosion was." She pointed to a dot on her screen. "But since the Ghost moved Mac, we have no way of tracking him, no way to find him except for physically searching. And there's hundreds of miles of tunnels so even that is out of the question. I'm just hoping that the Ghost will try to record him like he does for most of his bombs, and transmits the recording somewhere so I can pinpoint it. Right now that's our only lead."
A ringing noise startled them both. Bozer's hand jumped to his pocket. He looked at the screen, then audibly gulped. He glanced at Riley, then mouthed 'Jack'.
Riley pursed her lips, then gestured for Bozer to answer.
"Uh, hi Jack! How are you? Did your mission go well?" Bozer's voice was raised at least an octave, and Riley groaned, knowing Jack would sense something was wrong.
"Well uhhh, Mac's not here right now, but you can probably talk to him later….What? I don't know why he wouldn't be answering his phone. That's strange too...Well, see, I'm not entirely sure where he is right now….. The Ghost kinda got him…" Suddenly Bozer cringed, and Riley could hear Jack yelling through the other side.
Bozer shot her an apologetic glance, then thrust the phone into her hand and shot out of sight. Sighing, Riley put the phone to her ear. "—DO YOU MEAN THE GHOST HAS MAC?! HOW DID YOU LET THAT MANIAC GET MY BOY?! I swear if you don't tell me you have something to track him down I'm going to fly over there right now. Heck, I'm coming over RIGHT NOW! Where's Matty? I need her to book me a flight! Honestly, I leave him for a few days and he gets himself abducted by a guy who likes to blow things up even more than he does and is probably hurting him right now! Wait…why didn't you tell me earlier? I can't believe you didn't tell me sooner! I could have been with you helping to find him!"
Then Jack seemed to notice that he wasn't doing any good ranting and concern leaked its way into his voice. "Boze? Hello?"
Riley took a deep breath and answered. "It's me Jack, Riley. Right now we're doing all we can to find him so don't worry, okay?"
Jack sighed, "Okay, but I'm still flying over as soon as I can."
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Mac stepped back and took a shaky breath as he surveyed his handiwork. It looked rough, but it would have to do.
He began heaving on the rope. And now becausee the weight of the box was significantly reduced by the pulley system, the box began slowly inching up.
Grunting with effort, Mac finally managed to lift the box high enough for him to slip under. He tied the rope to an iron hook on the wall, then dashed to the suspended bomb.
Pulling himself under the giant dangling box, Mac felt a cold pressure beginning to form within the pit of his stomach. There was no way he could disarm this bomb with only a minute and a half left! He took in the components. There was an extremely complicated and sensitive trigger, and enough explosives to level at least five city blocks.
Mac felt his hands galvanized into action as he thought of all those innocent people who would lose their lives if he didn't disarm this bomb.
He didn't see any way to completely stop the bomb from exploding, but he could see a tiny design flaw that would allow him to separate most of the explosives from the trigger. He pulled out his pocketknife and snipped the tiny metal strip.
A camera flashed and the Ghost's voice issued out from a tiny speaker. "I'm honestly disappointed in you MacGyver! I thought you would have at least seen the failsafe for that 'design flaw'. You should know by now that I'm not incompetent enough to leave a flaw that noticeable. Even though the bomb is not as powerful now, you won't leave the room alive."
Mac's blue eyes closed in disbelief, and he was glad that his old mentor wasn't there to see his rookie mistake. Then he jumped in surprise as he felt a growing heat on his skin. The bomb casing was heating up abnormally fast That was what the Ghost must have meant when he mentioned a failsafe.. But after a few seconds of trying to see what was heating up the box, Mac realized it was getting dangerously hot.
Mac heard a slight bubbling noise and he frantically looked up as the tarp began to melt off of the box. The huge box slipped closer and closer to Mac's frozen form laid underneath. Then the tarp slid off entirely and, with a sickening lurch, the bomb box fell onto Mac.
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"Hey, I think I have something!" Riley yelled over her shoulder. She heard Bozer run up behind her. "I have a transmission coming out of one of the chambers in the catacomb!" Her fingers flew over the keyboard, seeming to be a blur as they typed frantically. A file appeared onscreen and she clicked it.
Bozer gasped as an image of Mac appeared. The blonde agent looked shocked, and there were many wires between the camera and Mac. "That's definitely Mac! Can you trace it?"
"Already on it Boze." A few moment passed as the two agents hovered around the laptop. "There! I got it! He's in a… storage room under the safehouse!"
"I'll call for backup, then let Jack know so he doesn't come in like an angry grizzly gear."
"Good idea"
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Sorry for the cliffhanger :) If I get good reviews then I guess I'll have to write another chapter!