A Family Affair: A MacGyver Story
By Judybear
So Pete has this great idea to maybe play cupid with Mac, but of course, whenever MacGyver is involved, things don't go exactly according to plan!
Chapter 2:
MacGyver stood and looked over the area he would be testing today. It was a beautiful day and he was in a great location with slightly rolling hills off in the distance. As he emerged from the woods and headed for the marsh where he would be taking the first of his samples, he noticed a woman who seemed to be taking samples from the open fields. She was dressed sensibly for the day in shorts and field boots and with her sleeves rolled up. Brown curls peeked out from under the brim of her yellow canvas bucket hat as she added yet another sample to her side pack.
He made his way over to her, "Hello there!"
She looked up from what she was doing, "Hello! Can I help you?"
"Er, I was just wondering… what are those flags for?" he asked, indicating the small flags on wires that she was inserting here and there as she went.
"They're marking out a possible prehistoric village or campsite." She stretched out a tanned arm to him, "Dr. Elizabeth Johnson, University of Wisconsin Archeology Department."
MacGyver took her hand, yielding a surprisingly firm handshake, "MacGyver, Center for Environmental Studies, LaCrosse."
Well, Mr. MacGyver, since it looks like we'll be working together, why don't you call me Elly?... Or are you working for ABD?"
"No, Ma'am, I'm working for a group that's sort of taking an overview. You know, the pros and cons?" Mac could have kicked himself for giving such a meaningless response. What was he thinking?
Elly thought about it, puzzled, "Oh."
Just to change the subject, he asked, "Uh, why do you think there's a site here? Doesn't there have to be a mound or something?"
"Mounds are pretty easy to find," as she handed Mac some small chert flakes she had picked up. "But this is micro-archeology: more like detective work."
Mac studies the flakes, "But these are just chips of broken rock… aren't they?
Elly went into her patient teaching mode, "In a way. They're waste flakes from stone tool manufacture."
"But…" and he looked up at her through his eyebrows, "OK." Then rocked back on his heels with a smirk, "So what am I supposed to ask next?"
Elly blushed at being caught out, "Was I that obvious?"
Mac gave her a stern look that turned into a crooked grin and opened his mouth to speak when Elly interrupted, "I was a little condescending, wasn't I? I'm sorry. I'm not accustomed to dealing with people who can think, out in the field I mean. You're different. You think!"
Mac hardly knew what to say. He'd never been accused of such a thing by a stranger before. "Uh, well… Here…" and he handed the flakes back to her, "And thank you, I think? I mean, I didn't mean…"
Elly smiled shyly, amused at his confusion, "So now I've embarrassed you. I'm sorry. Let's start all over again? Hi! I'm Elly Johnson."
Mac chuckled and shook hands again, "Hi! MacGyver here."
An awkward silence ensued before they both began speaking at once:
Elly was saying, "If you'd like…"
While Mac had started to say, "Well, I've got…"
Elly dropped her eyes with a shy smile. Mac gave her a half grin, "Please, go ahead."
Elly looked at him, trying to see what his motives were, "I was just about to invite you to my trailer for the evening…"
MacGyver's eyebrows went up in surprise before he felt a blush working its way up across his face.
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And that, my friends, is chapter 2! R & R, if you like!
