Written for only-some-loser, who wanted something touching on the fact that MacGyver picked up a fricking live grenade and threw it out a window, and also something that touched on how shaken he looked afterwards. Sorry it's so short, luv.


MacGyver heard a crashing sound, then stared in shock at the grenade that had just crashed through the window. It lay there, seemingly harmless, but in reality only a few seconds away from decimating the room.

MacGyver didn't hesitate. He dove for the grenade, holding it as if it were a baseball, and chucked it out the window as hard as he could.

He turned from the window and locked eyes with Jack. The older man was staring at him with a slightly stunned look on his face. The blond looked down at his hands, somewhat surprised to find them shaking. He ignored it, though, and moved on.

There was no time to waste thinking about things that were in the past. Time enough for that later, when they were safe and, you know, alive.


MacGyver sat on the steps of his porch, facing the fire pit with his back to the house. He listened to the sounds of Riley and Bozer talking inside, and was somewhat surprised to hear the creak of the back door as Jack walked out onto the porch.

MacGyver glanced up at his friend. "What're you doing out here?"

Jack let out a quiet groan as he sat next to the blond. "Came lookin' for you, buddy."

MacGyver smiled. The two men sat in companionable silence for a few minutes before Jack spoke. "I keep thinking about what you did."

MacGyver turned to face his friend. "Oh?"

Jack smiled, leaning back. "Yup. Still can't believe it happened."

MacGyver felt a small smile play around his lips. "You're gonna have to tell me what you're talking about."

Jack took a sip of his beer. "I'm talking about that grenade, of course."

MacGyver shrugged, ducking his head down and bringing his shoulders up to his ears. "I don't know."

Jack shoved him lightly. "You don't know? Dude, that was awesome!"

MacGyver lifted a hand to his head, awkwardly scratching his fingers through his hair. "Yeah, maybe if I had actually thought about it. I just saw the grenade and reacted."

Jack's grin faded a bit. "Ah, I see where this is going. Kid, even if you didn't think at that precise moment, it was years of you making the hard decision that drove you to pick up that grenade and throw it."

MacGyver shrugged again. Jack rolled his eyes, throwing an arm around his younger companion. "Look, kid. In every act of bravery, a little bit of something else is rooted in there as well. That something else is the decisions you've made in your life. If you've gone through life taking the easy way out nine out of ten times, chances are, you're not gonna make the brave or right or whatever choice when the time comes. But if you've spent your life doing things the hard way- the right way- then you'll make the right and brave decision. You get what I'm saying?"

MacGyver ducked his head, an embarrassed flush coloring his neck and face. "Yeah."

Jack grinned, using the arm he had on the kid's shoulder to draw him into a quick side hug. "Then c'mon, let's go inside and eat before Bozer complains that we don't appreciate him enough."

Jack gave his friend a hand up and the two of them walked back into the house side by side.