A/N: This is my 1st time writing a MacGyver fanfic, so I'd really appreciate if ya'll would let me know what you think! ^.^ And please let me know if I've got our favorite action hero in character! Thanks and enjoy!
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Final Destination
Lightning flashed, lighting up the sky and the plane's cabin for a moment. The wind rolled like an angry seas and a heavy rain pounded the exterior of the small, one-engine aircraft, adding to the effect. A jolt when the plane hit an air pocket sent MacGyver forward in his seat. His knuckles were white as he gripped the armrests and pushed himself back in his seat.
He shot daggers with his eyes at the man in the pilot's seat. "Jack...!" he drew out his friend's name in a warning tone.
Jack Dalton waved a hand dismissively. "No worries, compadre. I got everything under control." Just as he finished the sentence, the plane pitched forward but quickly righted itself.
"Didn't you check the weather conditions before we left?" MacGyver shouted. "Or did you maybe think about taking along a map?!" Somehow, someway, Jack always managed to make a mess of the simplest thing with his shortcuts and easy methods.
"Aw, come on, Mac. It's just a little storm-"
"Little?!"
"-and this is a shortcut."
"Jack, your whole life is made up of shortcuts!"
"Relax, pal. We'll be at the lake, camping, having a good ol' time, sipping coffee-"
"I don't drink coffee." A disgruntled MacGyver leaned back in his seat and looked out the window.
"Alright, I'll be sipping coffee and you'll be chowing down on some tofu or whatever before you know it."
I'd been wanting to take a nice, relaxing vacation up near this lodge I know about for some time. Y'know, just some down time that we all need once in a while. Me, in particular. When I was finally able to get away, Jack found out and insisted on flying up with me. Thunder roared loudly, rattling the aircraft. So far, it had been everything but relaxing.
Lightning sliced across the inky backdrop of the night sky, revealing nothing but darkness and rain outside of the plane. "Uh oh."
MacGyver sat up straight and looked at Jack. " 'Uh oh'? What do you mean 'uh oh'?"
"I think you'd better be strapping on your parachute, just in case."
" 'Just in case'? Just in case, what? Are we going down? What'd you do this time?"
"Now, calm down-"
" 'Calm down'?! Jack, flying with you is a disaster! How'd you get your license anyway?!" MacGyver ran a hand through his hair in a frustrated manner.
"Well, let's see, I think it was-"
"I don't wanna know, Jack, just- I don't wanna know."
The lights on the plane's dashboard went out. "The electrical system's have failed." Jack fumbled with several switches. "Radio's conked out." It was obvious the storm was becoming even more severe and there were no signs of it dissipating any time soon. Suddenly and without warning, the plane lurched again. A sound no pilot or passenger ever wished to hear reached the two men's ears. Silence. There was no roar coming from the engine!
"I'm gonna try to get out of these clouds and see if I can glide her down," Jack said. He struggled to keep the wings level as they quickly began losing altitude.
"Jack, look out!" MacGyver shouted when he sighted the tops of some trees.
"I can't hold her steady! We're goin' down!"
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"No, sir. No plane with that registration number nor the persons inquired about haven't been through yet."
"Well, what about their radio? Have you gotten in any radio transmissions from them?" A worried Peter Thornton asked the Control Tower personnel who was on the other end of the phone.
"No, sir. Their last transmission was about six hours ago at an airport approximately" - the sound of rustling papers - "sixty miles away from here, their final destination."
"But they're way overdue!"
"I know, sir."
Pete sighed out of impatience and frustration. "Well, thank you for your help anyway. I'll call back again later." Setting the phone back on the receiver, Pete paced his office; one hand behind his back and the other resting thoughtfully under his chin.
Mac had promised to call him when he they arrived at the airport safely. That was after Pete had nagged him and nagged him to do so. Pete admitted to himself that he tended to worry over MacGyver more than any of his other agents. MacGyver was like a son to him. Maybe he was just being paranoid. Though, after so many attempts on Mac's life and all the enemies he had made, how could he not be worried?
Pete stopped pacing to stare out the window and at the busy city below. "Where are you, Mac?" he muttered.
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A blinding light molested Jack's eyes, causing him to squeeze them shut again. He waited a few minutes, then peeked one brown eye open. Oh, thank goodness, it was just the sun! He'd thought for a moment that he was at the doctor's office. He shuddered at the thought of the memories of visits to the doctor's office. All the lights, and the pain, and-
Wait a minute! Both eyes flew open as he remembered. He'd been in a plane crash! He looked around him. He was lying in a meadow near the edge of some woods. The plane -or what was left of it - lay in a scattered rubble about 10 yards away. He had parachuted just a few minutes before they had gone down. They...MacGyver! Where was Mac?
Jack didn't see his friend anywhere near him; so, after checking himself to find no injuries other than a mild twisted ankle, he unbuckled himself from the parachute harness and limped towards the wreckage. He prayed Mac had jumped in time. MacGyver had ordered Jack to go first, assuring his friend that he would soon follow.
"Mac?" Jack called, as he scanned the area. "Mac, where are you?" There was no reply.
Finally, Jack made it to the front of the ruins of the wrecked aircraft. He stopped and ducked down to look inside the plane. He breathed a sigh of relief. He would never have forgiven himself if Mac had gotten caught inside while Jack jumped first. Jack straightened and looked around some more. Then he spotted it. There in the trees farther into the woods. He was sure he could see part of a parachute.
Jack limped, half ran, as fast as he could to the scene. When he reached the spot where he had seen the parachute, he halted at what he saw. "Oh, no," he breathed.
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A/N: I've been very busy lately and am currently working on other stories too at the moment, so please forgive me if this isn't updated quickly! Thank you!