I told myself I wouldn't write a chaptered story in this section—I don't have much time on my hands right now, but I reasoned with myself and decided that a few-shot would be a good compromise. So… hi! To those who I don't know on this section yet, I'm publishing this story, my second, after getting some good comments on my McG one shot last week. I've really come to enjoy his character, and I think being the medic of the team, he's probably got some really great whump-y takes to tell. Since we probably won't get many of them before season one ends, I've taken upon myself to write some of them.
That said, I'm really not that great at mission-speak. I am learning, slowly, but I'm trying to shy away from it in this story. Watching the show helps, and I know it's not the best compared to others in this section. I make no promises to being completely accurate. So please don't attack me. :)
So, I already said I'm into McG!Whump but after seeing the preview for next week's episode) AND HOW GOOD WAS DESPERATE MEASURES, MY GOD) with Hannah and our lovely team together, I had an idea. We all know that he likes his women, and I can see a Hannah/McG pairing being fun. That's all I'll say. ;)
FINALLY, for all intents and purposes. I OWN NOTHING. This show belongs to NBC and Dean (who is freakin' awesome and deserves all the praise in the world), and I'm just playing with his characters and I might enjoy putting them through some terrible situations. Don't sue me.
A final note … shout out to one of my good friends Isa, who might read this, might not, for putting me in the mood last night to poke at McG some more. You, girl, are my favorite.
PLEASE, let me know what you think. I like to chat. Enjoy!
*PeaceLoveJaz*
McG eyed his Commanding Officer from the workout bench that he was using, knowing eavesdropping on his boss's private conversation with Patricia Campbell was not only rude but wrong, but he couldn't help but pick up on the apprehensiveness in Top's tone, how he was pacing and asking more questions than usual for a mission call. He had walked in a few minutes previously, having taken the dog for a run with him, and patched in seconds after that. Near him, he could tell Jaz also was curious to the nature of the conversation, but was being less stealthy at showing her nosiness.
"What's going on?" she asked, nudging McGuire's sweaty shoulder. She grimaced at the cool touch and then folded her arms, hair falling over her shoulders in the wild mane it was when not out in the field. "Top looks annoyed."
He glanced up at the young woman. They'd gotten her back a few months back, and she seemed to be handling the kidnapping well, or at least was hiding it enough that the others couldn't tell. He knew that Top and Jaz disappeared sometimes, and he assumed it had something to do with working through her struggles. Still, she was stone cold on every mission they'd been on since, having been cleared a month later to return to the team. He admired her for that.
Jaz was like the little sister he never had. She was tough and her tongue was sharp, always able to stand her ground in a team of all men. He knew, like Top often said, that her arrival on this team probably took more work than any of the others there, and her spot was solidified each time she took someone out by sniper shot.
"Earth to McG, do you got any brain in that head, or is it all air?"
He rolled his eyes, standing up. The towel to his left looked dirty, but he grabbed it anyway and wiped off his face and arms, tossing it directly into her face after. She growled and for a second, he regretted the decision, but instead she just shoved him, eyes narrowing playfully. "I don't know. He's been on the call a while. Seems to be arguing with Director Campbell."
"About what?"
This time, he shot her the look. "If I knew, obviously we wouldn't both be standing here."
"As you two shouldn't be," Preach shot out, walking past them eating an apple. "By the way, McG, do you ever clean up after yourself? Those dishes have been in the sink for weeks. They've brought friends."
He smirked at the elder man, but ignored the comment. At that moment, Top ended his call with the Director, and came over to the group, Amir showing up just in time. "Get ready. We're going to Afghanistan. Hannah will meet us there."
"Hannah?"
Jaz spoke up before anyone else could add in, "Again? Why do they keep putting her into the field?"
He shrugged, clearly not giving his full opinion, "Director Campbell was happy with how last time went and requested she follow us again because of her contact. I want to be out of here within the hour."
He flashed them a winning smile, earning an eye roll from everyone else, and walked out of view. McG wondered the same thing—Hannah being in the field with them twice in a few month's time was uncommon—he knew she used to be a full operative before a mission went south, but the extent of the details had always been hazy. Director Campbell shared most of the vital information with Dalton, and he was fair about passing on details when needed, but he had always been careful about Hannah. He never understood why.
The team arrived in Afghanistan sometime later that day, McG surprised to find Hannah waiting for them when they got there. Impressive, he thought, Director Campbell must've sent her out before telling Dalton of her involvement. The team was to work with Hannah on a contact she had prior to her time with the cartel. According to Dalton her contact knew of an upcoming terrorist attack on Kandahar Airfield, talks of it happening when a US Senator visited with troops deployed there in three days time. Her contact was deeply embedded into the Taliban's web and knew crucial information that would protect the base and the US Government official.
At least that was the hope.
He hated Afghanistan. He stood outside the main FOB, looking out at desert knowing how much time he spent outside the wire in the mountainous area, for weeks on end during his first two deployments, way back when he had only recently joined the military. While Afghanistan was hardly a picnic these days, back then Kandahar was live with many roadside bombs and riddled with insurgents waiting to take as many lives as they could.
He watched too many good men, young men die in that sand.
He wished he could say he escaped unharmed himself, but most of those injuries healed over time, just the mental baggage left behind.
"At least we are here now, and now in three months," Dalton stated, coming up beside him.
He understood what Top meant. It was early February and the temps were fair—in the seventies. Give it two month's time and it would be well into summer heat waves.
Hannah just briefed his CO and was checking in with Director Campbell and Noah, leaving the team to wait for instructions on how they were to proceed. It was nearly nightfall, and they would probably wait until morning unless immediate threat came about. The general plan was to meet with Hannah's contact, Ameliah, married to a high regarded insurgent and who Hannah had flipped about eight years previous. Ameliah's husband was one of the men behind a recent string of American deaths, but this threat on the Senator's life would result in more if they were not to stop it.
"This place sucks all year round," McG mumbled.
"Fair point. You were deployed here twice, correct?"
"2007-2008 was the last time, yeah."
"How many men did you lose?"
"Nine."
Dalton cringed. "I imagine you got plenty more home."
He sighed deeply, looking at his commanding officer with heavy eyes. "Yes, but is it ever enough?"
