So since you've all been so amazing in reviewing, favoriting, and following, and since we've hit and are over 50 reviews now, which is a first for me, and since I'm terrified of Tamuril2's bazooka, I decided to post the next chapter today!

Lemme know what you think!

Jack pushed the gas pedal further and further down until he was flooring it, a grim look of determination on his face. Riley's eyes were slightly wide with how fast the older man was going in the car, but she knew that MacGyver was in danger, so she didn't say anything. She glanced behind them to make sure that the car full of agents was still there, glad to see they were doing a decent job of keeping up.

She turned back to the front, switching her gaze from the map on her computer to the road they were on, making sure they were following the directions correctly.

"'Kay, at the next chance you get, take a right," she instructed. Jack didn't say anything, simply gave a curt nod as he continued driving. "Hey," Riley said, nudging him slightly. "We're gonna get him. He's Mac. He's probably figured out some way of escaping with nothing but a piece of tape and a nail," she said, trying to make Jack feel better. It didn't work.

Jack took the next right without saying anything, planning on driving straight until Riley told him otherwise. They rode on in silence for a minute or so before Riley pointed out the windshield.

"Jack, look," she said. He looked to where she was pointing, seeing a small pickup truck barrelling down the street, going in the opposite direction of them. "There's been no one else on this road for miles; it has to be them, right?"

"Only one way to find out," Jack said, jerking his wheel and steering the car into the oncoming path of the truck.

"Jack, this is definitely NOT what I meant!" Riley cried out.

"Trust me," was all Jack said as his response.

Riley watched the approaching car anxiously, her grip tightening on the "oh crap" bar to the point she was beginning to lose feeling in her fingers. Jack maintained the head on collision course, and Riley thought for sure they were going to crash. At the very last minute though, the small pickup truck swerved off the road and into a ditch.

Jack immediately threw their car into park, hopping out and stalking over to the pickup. The man in the driver's seat got out, his face red with anger.

"Are you crazy?!" he shouted. "We could have died! What on earth is your problem?" The man's friend had gotten out of the car as well, staring at the confrontation warily.

"What's my problem?" Jack fumed. "Where's my friend?" He demanded, slamming his hands into the man's shoulders and pushing him into the truck. "Huh? Where's MacGyver?"

"I don't know who you're talking about!" the driver insisted, but Riley saw a glimmer of fear in the passenger's eyes. She watched his gaze flicker to the bed of the truck for the briefest of seconds, and she ran to the back of the truck.

"Jack," she called out.

"What?" he snapped, not wanting to leave the driver alone.

"I've got blood back here," she said grimly. "Bags of blood in a cooler," she clarified when she saw Jack's expression. By then, the other agents had caught up with them and were exiting their car.

"Everything alright?" one of them asked.

"Where is he?" Jack growled, ignoring the agent for a moment. The other man's face went from confused to smug as he finally gave us his facade.

"Probably dead by now," he spat harshly. Jack showed no outward emotion at the statement, but Riley felt her gut clench in despair.

"Get them outta here," Jack barked at the men behind him, shoving the driver towards the agents.

Riley was looking around, trying to gather her bearings when she noticed something weird. "Jack?" she said. He looked at her, and she pointed at the sky, at the thin bit of smoke sneaking its way into the sky.

Without a moment of hesitation, Jack sprang into motion. "You," he barked, pointing at one of the three agents who had been following them. "Get in the car. You're coming with us as backup," he ordered. The men complied without question, and Jack and Riley flew into the car as well, leaving the two blood harvesters in the capable hands of the remaining agents.

Jack sped in the direction of the smoke, barely listening to Riley as she gave him directions. Within two minutes they had pulled up in front of a building that was indeed smoking. There was no fire on the outside yet, but from the amount of smoke pouring through the cracks in the door and windows, Jack knew the fire was growing rapidly.

"Call the fire department, and stay there!" he barked at Riley before he ran towards the building.

"JACK!" Riley yelled in vain, watching as the older American disappeared into the burning building. She hesitated, torn between doing what Jack had told her, and racing in to help her friends. It was a no-brainer.

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"Mac?" Jack yelled as he made his way through the building. He coughed as he inhaled some smoke, and he pulled his shirt up over his mouth and nose, squinting his eyes as he tried to see through the thickening smoke. He began coughing and he had to pull his shirt up over his nose to try to avoid breathing in as much smoke as possible.

He tried every door he could, only stopping when he came to one that was locked. He hissed in pain as he released the handle, which was extremely hot. Instinct told him that this room was hiding something, and his gut told him that something was his friend.

He drew back his leg and rammed it into the door, right next to the handle. The door flew open, and Jack stumbled into the room. Flames were dancing all around the room, getting closer and closer to the table in the middle of the room. Lying on the table was a figure, much too still. Jack would recognize that figure anywhere.

"MAC!" he yelled as he lunged forward, leaping over a small set of flames. He put his gun down on the table next to his friend's body as he struggled with the straps tying the blond down. He undid one wrist, then the other, then moved down to the strap holding his friend's knees down. After finally undoing the last two straps around his ankles, he leaned down in front of Mac's face. "Mac?" he asked, patting the young man's cheek.

His cheek was cool to the touch, even with the massive amount of heat in the room, and Jack could feel how dry the kid's skin was, but he was relieved to feel air coming from the kid's nostrils, though it was much too shallow for Jack to be comfortable. He slipped his gun into the back of his pants before pulling MacGyver off the table, gripping him in the fireman's hold.

He exited the room, his friend hanging limply on his back. He turned around in a circle, trying to find the exit through the thick smoke. He started moving towards where he thought he had come from but was soon met with a wall. He turned around again and headed in another direction, only to be stopped when a large flaming beam fell towards him. He yelled and ducked out of the way, almost falling to the ground in the process. He desperately wanted to make sure his young ward was okay, but he knew that had to wait until they got out of the building. He chose yet another direction and began walking quickly. He hadn't gone more than a few steps before he heard a voice calling out through the smoke.

"Jack!"

"Riley?" he called out, looking around trying to find the young woman.

"Jack, over here!"

Jack searched through the thick smoke, finally spotting the faint light of Riley's phone flashlight. He made his way to the young woman, who immediately turned and led the way to the exit. They burst through the door, coughing and staggering forward.

Soon they were surrounded by EMT's and a few of them gently pulled MacGyver off of Jack's shoulder, getting him strapped onto a gurney quickly. Jack spared a quick glance at Riley as the men loaded MacGyver into an ambulance.

"Do you ever listen?" Jack asked as he stared at the girl.

"No," she replied simply. "Besides, I listened halfway; I called the fire department. That's an improvement, isn't it?" she pointed out. "Besides, you wouldn't have gotten out of there nearly as quickly if I hadn't been there, being your guiding light," she added, gently shoving Jack. The older man opened his mouth to reply, but before he could, one of the medics came up to them.

"Your friend has lost a startling amount of blood," he informed them. "His blood pressure is falling at a rapid pace, and we need a blood transfusion to help stabilize him," he explained.

"I'll do it," Jack volunteered immediately. "We've got the same blood type," he informed the EMT.

"And it wouldn't be the first time one of us has had to give blood to the other," he muttered to Riley before following the EMT over to the ambulance to prepare for the draw.

Riley didn't doubt that the two of them had had to give blood for each other, and she played out different scenarios in her head as she pulled out her phone to call Thornton.

Seeeeee? I can be nice when I want to! He's been saved! He's safe! No cliffie!

Also, there's only one chapter left, but fear not! I'm working on a few other stories! One is a retelling of a classic MacGyver episode, and one is where it's more Jack in danger, because I thought I'd try my hand at something different! Dunno when they'll be up...hopefully it's soon!

So? Whatcha think? :D