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/Jack/ the shout echoed in his head and he jumped, drawing SG-1's attention to himself. He looked up at them slightly wide-eyed. They were now in his basement getting ready to go after MacGyver. It was easy for Reynolds to get them authorization from the President once he knew who was missing.
"Mac?" Daniel asked carefully, setting his half-filled flack vest on the ground. "You okay?"
/Mac/ Jack called in his mind; he was met with only stony silence. /Mac! Dammit, MacGyver! Answer! Mac/ He shook himself out of his daze when he heard Daniel trying harder to get his attention. Dropping his pack to the floor he roved his worried gaze around the basement and over his teammates. "I-I think so."
"Dr. MacGyver?" This time it was Carter who spoke.
"Jack's in trouble!" O'Neill exclaimed quickly. "We have to go now!"
"Wait a minute!" Daniel interrupted. "What do you mean? In more trouble than before or something else?"
"More than before." Jack answered. His gaze turned cold. "We have to leave, now!"
"Indeed." Teal'c intoned, stopping his teammates from saying anymore. "What mode of transportation have you chosen Doctor MacGyver?"
"My jeep." Jack answered quickly filling his pack and vest with everything that he hadn't already put in. He pulled on the vest and secured all of the weapons and buckles quickly. He lifted up his P-90 and strapped that on as well, his cover be damned. "C'mon, let's go!"
SG-1 nodded in consent and the four of them were out of the house and into the jeep quickly. Carter sat up front with O'Neill, manning the GPS laptop, Daniel and Teal'c squeezed into the back of the roof-less jeep. O'Neill put the car in gear and burned rubber getting out of the driveway. They had at least an hour's drive ahead of them, maybe more. It was going to be a long hour, a very long hour.
TEN MINUTES LATER
Mac felt himself coming around, as he was strapped to what seemed to be a metal chair. He blinked blearily and realized he was in a completely empty room. So much for Murdoc underestimating him. There was absolutely nothing in his room, not even a light bulb; it was completely and utterly empty. The handcuffs that were fashioned to his hands and ankles held no hope for helping him escape, only to keep him there. Murdoc had certainly out done himself this time.
"How do you like this, O'Neill?" Murdoc gloated when he saw that Mac had awoken. "Not even your twin could get himself out of here, I made sure of that. In case the handy-man gene ran in the family of course, but I don't think it does. However, I've learned better safe than sorry when dealing with the two of you."
Damn, he's right! Mac realized, his thoughts suddenly turning to almost panic. How the hell was he supposed to get out of this one before he ended up dead, or worse?
"Yeah, I suppose you have, Murdoc. Unfortunately for you, I won't be here for long." As he said the words, Mac prayed he was right. He really didn't know if Jack and SG-1 had started after him yet, but he hoped beyond hope that they had.
/Jack? Jack, where are you/
/Mac/ O'Neill's worried voice echoed in his mind. /What happened? Are you okay/
/I'm fine, I'm fine. A little singed around the edges from the…zat, but other wise I'm okay./ Mac glared up at the silent Murdoc to keep him from getting suspicious.
"They don't even know where you are!" Murdoc gloated, the two toned voice of a Goa'uld showing through. "I will you crush you Tauri, both of you!"
"No, you won't." Mac answered calmly, his mind still conversing with Jack. /Murdoc put me in an empty room in a shack in the middle of nowhere. The only things here are two broken machines. A ride on mower and a weed-whacker./
/No gas/ Jack surmised quickly. He felt his brother's mental nod. /Damn. That puts a crimp in our plans. What chemicals does he have lyin' around/
/It's all in syringes./ Mac answered silently, his mind running over a thousand possibilities, none that could help him, however. /Jack, how far away are you/
/About thirty minutes from your location Mac./ MacGyver could feel his brother's worry through their link, it was coming at him in waves. /Just hang on/
/I will./ Mac felt his twin leave their mental room and concentrate more on his driving. Their mental link was getting stronger by the minute. The only thing Murdoc had failed to do was put him in a lead lined room; it was a precious mistake that MacGyver was not going to point out to the Goa'uld.
"What you fail to understand, Ptah," Mac snarled, "is you can't crush me, or my brother. You're the one who's going to buy it in the end, you egotistical bastard!"
"Silence!" Ptah roared, his eyes flashing dangerously. "Whether or not you die is another matter entirely! I do not care if you live or die, only that you break!"
"Good luck, worm!" Mac shot back, his anger real and stronger than he'd felt in a long time. Standing in front of him was the reason he and Jack had been strangers for twenty-three years, he had just come to realize it. "You'll need it."
"Damn!" Jack cursed for the hundredth time in the past few minutes. "We're moving to slow! There has to be another way there!"
"I'm sorry, Doctor, there isn't!" Sam snapped back, getting fed up with his frequent requests for a different route than the rocky, bumpy, and muddy one that they were on.
"There has to be!" O'Neill argued back, snatching the laptop from Carter's hands. She glared indignantly at him, but said nothing. Jack looked carefully over the map and realized that she was right, but they were only one mile from the shack. He handed her back the laptop with out looking and hit the brakes, the jeep came to a screeching halt, sending mud flying up onto the hood. Mac was gonna kill him. "Doesn't matter now, we walk from here."
"Walk?" Daniel voice was incredulous. "You've got to be kidding!"
"No, not kidding." Jack jumped out of the passenger side and onto the muddy road. The mud came up a little higher than the soles of his boots. "Mud's, not to bad." He walked around to the back of the jeep and pulled out his gear not waiting for his teammates. He'd do this alone if he had to, it didn't matter, as long as the end result was Mac was safe.
"Oh, that makes me feel so much better!" Daniel mumbled under his breath as he climbed out of the jeep. He reached over the seat to grab his gear and quickly pulled it on, Teal'c had already geared up and Sam finished when he did.
"Okay, follow the road; don't walk on it, kids." Jack ordered as they set off along the side of the road towards the cabin. /Mac/
/Jack/ Mac's answer echoed in O'Neill's mind. /How far are you/
/We had to ditch the jeep, Mac. We'll be there in about ten minutes./ Jack stepped over a fallen log and kept on going like it was never there. He was moving at a fast pace that only Teal'c had no problem matching. /How are you holdin' up/
/He hasn't tried anything yet, but then he thinks he has all the time in the world./ MacGyver's answer held a note of fear that Jack picked up on quickly.
/Yeah, well, contrary to what he believes, he doesn't. I'll be there Mac, even if I have to ditch the gear and just run./ O'Neill was contemplating doing just that and going in a head of SG-1 and use them as backup instead.
/Don't/ Mac's warning was loud in his mind and almost made him wince. /That's a very bad idea! He has a key code on the front door, its 666, go figure. However, once you get inside you only have a foot of clearance before you step on the shock plate that is unavoidable. It's deactivated by key card. There is also a number of laser light alarms scattered around, those I don't know how to turn off, but they line all of the windows./
/Sweet./ Jack's voice was noticeably sarcastic. /So we have to jump/
/No, you don't understand, it lines the entire floor/ Mac answered, his voice sounding desperate all of the sudden. /Jack! Get your ass here quick/
/Mac? Mac/ Jack doubled over in pain all of the sudden, it was a pain he remembered clearly. A Goa'uld pain stick! Damn!
"Mac?" Daniel rushed over to help his friend, only to pull his hands away as if shocked. "What in the hell?"
O'Neill gasped, then pushed himself up right as the pain faded. "Damn, if that didn't hurt!" Thinking quickly, he dumped his pack onto the floor, leaving himself with only whatever was in his vest and his P-90.
"What are you doing?" This came from Carter as she watched him drop his heavy gear.
"I'm rescuing my brother!" Jack snapped back. He glanced at his team behind him, then took off running. He could hear their shouts for him to wait echoing behind him, but soon he was out of hearing range. He pumped his legs as fast as he could, watching as the scenery blurred by as if he was in a racecar. He had to run faster! With a great burst of speed that came from nowhere, Jack launched himself even further, coming to a stop at the tree line in front of the cabin in seconds.
"Nice." He murmured to the trees. Looking around, he spotted one guard buy the front door, but that was it. Murdoc was obviously not expecting visitors. He could sense the Goa'uld in the same room as MacGyver and flinched. He had to get in there, and fast. What seemed like the Blood of Sokar was getting closer to Mac, and so was Ptah. "Shit!" Thinking quick, Jack pulled the pin on a grenade and threw it at the guard by the door.
It landed at the unsuspecting man's feet and blew up in his face, obliterating the front door in the process. Smirking, Jack pushed to his feet and ran quickly and quietly over to the door. He peered around the corner to see another door and metal plate that covered the entire floor. "Damn!" he cursed quietly. "Mac wasn't kidding!" He picked up a piece of the dead guy's keys and threw it at the plate; it sparked, and continued to spark as it rested on the plate. "Well, shit."
The door suddenly flung open and Murdoc stormed out spotting him immediately. There seemed to be a two-foot clearance in front of both doors from the shock plate. And Murdoc had the key to turn it off in his hands. Grinning triumphantly Jack reached out his hand and willed the card into it. Ptah's eyes went wide with shock as the key card flew across the room and into Jack's hands.
"Gotcha, worm!" Jack gloated from across the room. He slid the key card into the reader and the sparking stopped. Tossing the card to the side he stepped out onto the plate, his gun raised and aimed at Ptah's neck. "Don't move or I'll kill you."
"You don't use guns, MacGyver!" Murdoc gloated.
"I'm not MacGyver." Jack answered. Murdoc looked at him as if he was nuts. To the Goa'uld he sure looked like him! His hair was longer, but not as long as it was before it went slightly gray. It was longer than O'Neill's military cut, and spiked up on top.
"You're lying!" Murdoc's eyes went wide with something akin to fear, but not quite. His eyes flashed angrily. "You are MacGyver; Jack O'Neill is sitting in the other room handcuffed to a chair!"
"No, he's standing right there." Murdoc whirled around to come face to face with MacGyver. The man in question held up his melted handcuffs. "I broke 'em, sorry."
"You can't be serious?" Ptah's Goa'uld voice sounded slightly odd at a higher octave.
"Dead serious." This one came from the man in the doorway. His eyes had darkened to solid black, as had his twin's. "You die, here and now."
Ptah let out and inhuman roar just as Jack pulled the trigger. A bright flash of light erupted and the bullet impacted harmlessly against the wall. The place where the Goa'uld had been standing was disappointingly empty.
"Dammit!" Mac cursed, his eyes still a deep obsidian color. "I thought we had the rat bastard this time!"
"Nice mouth." Jack comment with a grin that was more of a grimace. "Can I have my hair cut back now? Yours itches!"
MacGyver broke out with laughter, but nonetheless walked over to his twin and put his right hand on O'Neill's temple. Jack copied the action and a bright cream-colored light surrounded the two for a few moments then faded away. Jack looked back at the familiar sight of his brother, with his normal haircut. Their eyes quickly resumed their natural brown color as well.
"Better?" Mac quipped with a smile.
"You bet." Jack answered with a grin. Just as he turned around his team came rushing into sight. Carter had her gun raised and Teal'c's staff weapon was armed.
"Kids!" Jack called out. "I got 'im!"
"I thought he was supposed to get you, sir?" Carter asked as she stepped into the little cabin.
"We switched places." Mac and Jack chorused. They glared at each other in mock anger and said nothing else. Jack swung his arm up and onto Mac's shoulder, dragging him closer. MacGyver let out an indignant squawk, but didn't do anything except put his arm on Jack's shoulder.
"You did!" Carter's tone was surprised and confused all at once. "How?"
"Long story." Jack answered. "I'll tell ya later."
/Yeah, right/
/Sure I will/
/Whatever, Jack./
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