Me: Oh, yeah, I'm cool!
JP: Hi there!
Me: Mom told me to never talk to strangers.
JP: Well, that's alright, you already know me.
Me: I do?
JP: Yeah, I'm the guy that OWNS Maximum Ride.
Me: Wait, your saying that I don't own Max or anything related?
JP {smug}: Yup.
Me: Well, YOU LOST THE GAME!
JP: You suck.
Paramount Studios: Hiya guys, watcha talking about?
Me: Nothing.
PS: Well, we just wanted to make sure that you knew that you don't have any rights at all to the character of MacGyver.
Me: Well, I just lost the game.
JP:YOU STILL SUCK!
PS: YOU SUCK! Wait, don't butt in on this JP!
Well, you heard them, I don't own Max or MacGyver. BUT I do own Ajax, my OC, so there, JP, PS!
The freshly-minted hybrid stirred for the first time in thirty-eight hours.
"Did anyone get the plate on the truck that hit me?" MacGyver asked, disoriented.
"You didn't get hit by any truck. You lost a lot of blood while developing wings." Max bluntly stated.
"Wings?" As in, angel wings or something?"
"Or something." Max replied dryly.
Mac twisted to get a better look at his back, and saw a mound of flesh running out of his field of vision. It was more or less wing shaped, but MacGyver somehow knew it would be a while before they were fit for anything beyond the gross factor, and he didn't particularly relish that.
"The last subject that underwent this procedure developed a-"Max was very suddenly interrupted by MacGyver's muted yell of pain as his brain began developing neural paths from his brain to his new wings.
"…splitting headache." she finished lamely, seeing she was a moment late.
"Do you know how this serum stuff works?"
"It's a virus of sorts. It is designed to replace key elements of your human DNA with avian DNA without too much resistance from your immune system. It includes a genetic enhancer of sorts; I think it's supposed to make the serum work faster."
"Well, that's great to know. Is there an antidote for it?"
"If there is, it's far too late for that."
"Great." Mac's sarcastic response came.
"We're breaking out in two or three days, so hold tight, and we'll get you out of here. Can you fight?"
"I prefer not to, but yes, I can fight. I'm better at using my surroundings as resources and weapons."
"Well, I can pretty much guarantee that you'll have to fight to survive, and you'll be eating things you never thought you would have to. It's disgusting for you, but for us, it's life, and you just got dropped into it. I mean, unless you'd like to stay here and be subjected to those scientist's inhumane experiments."
No answer was given as MacGyver quietly slipped into the warm embrace of unconsciousness.
"I guess his headache went a bit far." Gazzy observed.
Three hours passed before MacGyver returned to the world of the living, and just as he did so, at technician and two erasers walked in. They opened the crate, and hauled him out.
"Take him to the anagram room, and prep him for removal of key memories." the tech said, making notes on the clipboard. He peered in at Max, and jotted something down on his board.
"This one is just about ready for dissection, I think." he said, standing up.
Max trembled in her crate, realizing for the first time exactly how close death was. Across from her, Nudge stiffened, then began to cry quietly in the back corner of her crate.
"Unfortunately, I haven't the time right now. Maybe in three weeks from now…" The tech walked out.
In the anagram room, MacGyver had been strapped to a chair, and several diodes were already connected to his head.
"Do you have the key time area selected yet?"
"Almost. We still have a few diodes to attach. …almost…there! Got it."
"Good, I was almost ready to try the serum on you because you were moving too slow to be of any use. Start the machine. Have it remove memories from when he was first given the assignment, to just after he woke up in the crate."
"Yes sir."
The machine started, and memories began falling out of his head. Within five minutes all memories within the selected time period had been removed. As the machine shut off, Mac's brain shut down to protect him from the confusing effects of the anagram remover.
"Take him back to his crate." Two erasers that had been standing at the door sprang into action, and hauled MacGyver to the crate he had been in.
Back in the experiment holding room, the erasers thrust MacGyver back into the crate he had been held in. Max looked at him, worried about what his presence meant for her flock when the time came to escape.
You have to take him with you the Voice said
WHAT! Max scream thought at it.
He will help you in the days ahead. You will need him in your mission. The Voice fell silent.
"Great, just great. Now I've got to add some guy who's fashion sensibilities were stuck in the 80's, and who has only just grown wings. Yeah, this is gonna turn out well."
Max finished whining in her head when MacGyver stirred.
"Huunnnnng." MacGyver groaned. "What the…where am I?"
"You are in the experiment holding room one." Max stated matter of factly.
"How did I get here?"
"You really don't remember?"
"No. I was on my houseboat, and then…nothing and then here."
"They must have erased your memories."
"Oh, right, because that makes so much sense." MacGyver shot back sarcastically.
"Well, look behind you." Max responded, barely managing to keep her cool.
"Right, I'm not falling for that trick. I know there's noth…" MacGyver trailed off as he looked at his back.
His wings had finished developing, and were only missing a few feathers here and there.
"Not falling for that trick, huh?" Max said smugly.
"OK! You win. What all should I know that I've lost or don't know yet?"
"Well, you lost a lot of blood when you grew wings. You passed out, and nearly died because of it. After that, you woke up again, and your brain began to wire itself for your wings, causing a massive headache that ended up forcing you into the realm of the unconscious. After you awoke again, two erasers took you to a place called the anagram room. I'm guessing that's where your memories were removed. You had said something about being sent here from the Phoenix Foundation. Apparently, you guys had heard about the genetic experimentation happening here, and you were sent to investigate. Something went wrong, and you were captured, and injected with a DNA altering serum. That's about all I can tell you about yourself, sorry."
"Well, that's all right. At least it's better than nothing. I can still remember the rest of my life."
"We're set to escape in a couple days. Jeb said he'd found a hole in security. Two days from now, this place will be short on Erasers. Apparently, someone had failed to factor the training time correctly, and had begun their next batch of Erasers three days late. When the current set expires, we're getting out of here."
"Expires? As in, dies?"
"Yes, they have an expiration date programmed into their genetic coding. They live for six years before they expire. According to Jeb, this set should expire in about thirty-nine and a half hours from here."
A/N: Sorry about the filler at the top, but I had to do the disclaimer. From now on, I'll just say that people can refer to chap.2 for the disc.
Answers to Readers:
Ninth Feather: Yup, I wrote it all right. I'm not sure what I'm about to break in the house while writing it, but I'm writing it. It's been forever since I've seen a MacGyver ep.
GallifreyanGhostGirl: This is what's next. When writing Fan Fiction, I tend towards the slightly random, so watch out, and buckle in tight because this is going to be one wild [person from above: ROCK!] (Hideout Writer holds his head level while the object falls.) This is going to be one wild FF.
