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Here is the final chapter for Vampires Aren't Real, But This Sucks!

It's been such a fun ride, and though I received several threats along the way *coughTamuril2cough*, it's definitely been worth it!

Lol here is the chapter so many of you have been waiting for, the comfort part of the h/c! Sorry it had to be in the last chapter...that's just the way it worked out. Hopefully it lives up to expectations! :D

Hopefully the first chapter to one of my new stories is up soon!

*gets letter in mail, sees it's from CBS studios, rips it open only to read that CBS has demanded that I stop asking if I can have the characters* Rude...

Jack yanked Kaayan Sai out of his airplane seat while someone else grabbed his brother, Armav. The agents hustled the two blood harvesters off the plane. Jack watched as MacGyver was wheeled out the back of the plane on a gurney, into a waiting ambulance. The kid was still unconscious, and still much too pale for Jack's comfort levels, but the medics on the flight said that he would make a full recovery as long as he got plenty of rest.

"Mac, rest?" Jack chuckled to himself as he tried to imagine that chances of that actually happening.

Riley followed behind Jack, and the two of them watched as the ambulance pulled out of the parking lot. Jack felt a guilty pang as he watched it leave, feeling like he should be back there with his friend.

He turned his attention back to the matter at hand though when he felt Kaayan struggling a little bit. Jack simply tightened his fists around the man's arms and leaned in close to whisper in the man's ear. "Listen. If anything happens to my friend as a result of what you did to him, know that I'm going to find you, and I will make you hurt like you have never hurt before," he promised.

Kaayan sneered at him. "Your threats do not frighten me," he said haughtily. Jack waggled his eyebrows at his captive.

"Mine might not, but I'm willing to bet hers will," he implied, nodding his head at someone approaching them. Kaayan turned to see where Jack was indicating.

A large black SUV had pulled up, and out of the backseat stepped Patricia Thornton. She stopped in her tracks as she watched the ambulance driving down the road, and as soon as it was out of sight, she turned her gaze back to the group waiting just outside the plane. Her eyes narrowed, and she began walking towards them. Jack and the other agent forced their prisoners forward. Riley walked right next to Jack, occasionally looking off to where the ambulance had disappeared to.

The five of them met Thornton halfway across the asphalt, and when they reached her, Riley could have sworn she felt the temperature drop at least ten degrees as their boss stared at the blood harvesters.

"Jack, Riley, Agent Johansson," she greeted without breaking eye contact with Kaayan. Armav was frantically glancing around, looking as if he were trying to find some way to escape the massive agent who was guarding him.

"Ma'am," the three agents said together. Patricia stared at the men in handcuffs for another moment.

"Well," she said to the two captives, her voice taking on a dangerously calm tone. "I think it's time we had a chat."

0-0-0

MacGyver woke up a little bit at a time. He heard different people talking around him, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. He suddenly remembered what had happened, and he tensed, forcing his eyes open. He glanced wildly at his surroundings, not recognizing the clean, white room he was in. It definitely wasn't his previous holding.

He heard a beeping noise off to his right, and he looked at the source of the noise, his face taking on a mask of confusion as he saw a large machine sitting next to him. He recognized it, but he was confused as to why it was there with him. He felt something inside his nose, and he reached his hands up to his face, feeling the nasal cannula. He glanced down when he realized he was actually able to move his hands, and he saw that there were no straps tying him down.

He tried to calm his racing heart as he took in everything around him, nearly jumping out of his skin when he heard someone say his name.

"Mac?"

MacGyver's head shot to the left so fast it left him dizzy. He saw Jack standing by the window, staring at him with slight concern. "Jack?" he asked, startled at the roughness in his voice. His friend walked over and handed him a glass of water with a straw in it.

"Slowly," he warned before he handed it over. MacGyver took several sips of the water, loving the feeling he got as the cool liquid slid down his parched throat. "And stop pulling at your oxygen supply," he ordered as MacGyver reached up to pull out the nasal cannula again. "You need it for a little bit longer," he said.

"What happened?" Mac asked after he put the cup down, his voice a little bit clearer.

"You were grabbed," Jack explained, dragging a chair over to the side of the bed and sitting down. "We found out the reason tourists were disappearing was because they were being taken by blood harvesters. You happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time," Jack added. "Kinda sounds like the story of your life," he quipped. Mac's mouth turned up slightly.

"More like I saw the wrong thing at the wrong time," he shot back. He explained how he had seen the piece of paper with the transaction on it, and that's why they attacked him.

"Anyway," Jack said after his friend finished explaining. "Riley did her magic, found the potential buildings you could have been held in. It took a few tries but we finally got it," he added. "They had set the building on fire though, and you had a lot of smoke in your lungs. They've just taken you off the oxygen mask, which is why you need to keep that cannula in!" he added, lightly smacking MacGyver's hand away from the rubber tubing once more.

MacGyver noticed a bandage on his friend's arm. Jack saw the young man's gaze and followed it. "Oh," he said, shaking his arm a little. "Yeah. The blood harvesters, they uh, they almost sucked you dry. I had to very selflessly donate my blood, more than once mind you, to save your life," he explained. "After pulling you out of a burning building, of course," he added dramatically. MacGyver raised his eyebrows with a look of sarcastic admiration.

"Wow," he gushed, putting his hand over his heart. "You did all that for me?"

"I did, and don't you forget it," Jack said with a wink.

"I doubt you'll be letting me anytime soon," Mac shot at his friend with a grin. Jack gave a toothy grin back.

"What about the blood harvesters?" Mac asked after a few moments.

"We caught 'em," Jack promised. "We also found the other tourists who had gone missing; they're all being treated right now."

There was silence for another moment before Mac looked at Jack.

"So are we still in India?" MacGyver asked. Jack shook his head.

"No, we got an exfil team and they got us back to the states. I gotta tell ya, seeing Patricia go after the men when they stepped off the plane in handcuffs was terrifying to watch. She was...I dunno man, it was scary. I do not envy them one bit."

MacGyver could only imagine his boss storming towards them with her long coat flapping behind her. "How long was I out?"

"Just under three days," came Jack's reply.

"Three days?!" MacGyver exclaimed.

"Like I said bud, they sucked you dry. According to the doctors, you were bordering on a 'class 4 hemorrhage,'" he said, putting air quotes around the last few words. "Then the doctors had to make sure that there wasn't going to be any lasting damage from the smoke inhalation," Jack explained, trying to calm his partner down. "Hey, where do you think you're going?" he asked incredulously as he watched the young man struggle to untangle himself from the sheets, as well as trying to remove the pulse oximeter from his finger.

"Home," Mac stated simply, like there was no other explanation.

"Hold on just a minute," Jack said, grabbing his friend gently by the arm. Mac looked over at him, slightly exasperated. "You literally woke up like, five minutes ago. The doctors and nurses haven't even been in to check you out yet, and brother," he finished as he watched MacGyver start to sway as a wave of dizziness hit him. "There is no way you could even make it down the hallway, let alone drive yourself home. And you can bet I sure ain't drivin' you until the doctors give the all-clear."

"I'd get a cab," Mac grumped, but he had slowly begun easing his way back under the sheets.

"Uh-huh," Jack said with a smug smile. Mac shot him a withering glance, but they both knew they were only teasing each other-at least mostly. "Besides, how would you get past Margaret?" he asked.

"I'd make her focus on your injuries so that she wouldn't notice me slipping away," Mac shot at his friend.

"What injuries? I have none besides this," Jack pointed out, gesturing to the arm that had the bandage from the blood draw on it.

"You would when I was done with you," Mac threatened. Jack nodded in mock fascination, and they both knew full well that Mac wouldn't have been able to hurt Jack even if he wanted to.

"You know," Jack said after a minute, sitting back down in the chair he had pulled over and motioning at the bandage on his arm. "This is the second time this week I've bled because of you!" The older American crossed one leg over the other and raised his eyebrows at his younger friend.

"Only second? I need to step up my game," Mac quipped. "Wait, when was the first?!" he asked after thinking for a moment. He began coughing, the scratchiness in his throat returning.

"You're the one that convinced me to try and scare Riley!" Jack reminded him in annoyance as he handed MacGyver his cup of water. Mac thought back to the day Thornton had given them the India assignment, a grin crossing his face as he recalled Riley jumping a mile high before turning and introducing her fist to Jack's nose.

"Maybe that'll teach you to think before you act," Riley said as she, Thornton and Bozer entered the hospital room. "Or at least learn to not take dares from Mac," she added.

"How're you doing, Mac?" Thornton asked, ignoring the quiet bickering between Jack and Riley.

"Um, I've been better, but I'll be okay," he said truthfully. He looked at his boss with a small smile on his face. "I heard you were pretty terrifying to watch when you took the men into custody?"

She said nothing, in reply, only giving a small smile and a quick wink.

"You had us all scared, bro," Bozer said as he and Mac grasped hands briefly.

"Sorry. Next time I'll do my best not to get abducted by homicidal blood harvesters," Mac promised drily. Everyone chuckled, grateful to have Mac's snarky, dry sense of humor in their lives.

"Hey, anyone feel up to watching 'Dracula'?" Jack asked. Everyone groaned, and Mac vehemently shook his head.

"I've had enough of vampires for a lifetime," he stated.

"But Mac," Jack insisted. "Those guys weren't vampires!"

MacGyver rolled his eyes. "I'm not even going to argue with you about this, Jack," he said. "I'm too tired."

"I guess we could say you're too…"

"Don't," Mac groaned as he could hear his friend's pun coming a mile away.

"Drained!"

"I hate you so much right now," Mac muttered, but he couldn't help laughing either as the rest of his friends gave a good chuckle, even Thornton.

"I know, I love you too," Jack said smugly. The three mobile agents and their director stood around Mac's room, talking and laughing, and MacGyver sighed as he leaned against the pillows on his bed, taking another sip of water.

Alright, I guess I'm staying in this bed for at least another hour or so, if only to stay on Margaret's good side. Well, if I'm going to be stuck in here, I guess there's no one I'd rather be with than these guys. These guys are my family, and there's no better way to end the day than by being with people you love.

*Knock knock* *Opens door* Ma'am, I brought the cheese pizza you ordered, with a side of extra cheese for the end of your story you requested!

CHEEEEEEESSSSSSEEEEEE! Especially that last paragraph XD

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Till next time!