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Leria006: Yes, and the reviews are rather helpful. This is why instead of being silly and funny, we are going to explain a few things.
Bookworm5: First of all, a few people have come saying "well, hmm, I was sure there would be more of a reaction when Jack first sees MacGyver." However, how Leria and I thought of it was that this team has seen replicators and other such horrors, so the first and best military instinct is to stow emotions and first instincts until he is sure what the best action is to take. He wasn't ready to shoot MacGyver, which pleases all the fan-girls and Sam.
Leria006: and I am VERY VERY sorry (and rather annoyed)((and annoyed is a bit of an under-stantment)) with the page breaks. I HAVE TRIED. And nothing works! If anyone would like to give a mention of how to remedy this, we will send them cookies! Loads of cookies. Bookworm will bake them!
Bookworm5: Screw you! Oh, and sorry to the reviewers who actually watch this story. Leria and I are both frustratingly slow, aren't we?
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After the silence, the laughter and, on Sam's part, outrage, things quieted down for Colonel Jack O'Neill to take a closer look at the intruder named MacGyver. At once, both found it prudent to mirror each others movements. Each had their right hand tucked under their chins, each pair of eyes met the other with a stony gaze. This held for a moment before O'Neill broke the silence.
"Woah, man. If you're as smart as you are handsome it's no wonder you got in here easy." MacGyver chuckled a bit.
"Tell the truth, you've got a pretty rock-solid place here. I had a time of it getting in."
"Well, we can't all be blessed with looks and brains." O'Neill said, grinning broadly. A few chairs over, Carter had to use every single ounce of military training to keep a straight face, bit back a vicious retort and keep from doing what she desired most, gagging.
"Certainly we can't."
A few chairs over, Daniel coughed. "Well, the meeting of jack and his doppleganger is interesting and explains quite a bit. There is still the issue of Mr. MacGyver's break-in, and what he found."
"Oh, right." Macgyver cleared his throat. "I believe you have a copy of my report. If I could bring your attention to page twelve..." Macgyver and the team spent some time discussing the security measures that need to be taken.
"To be honest." MacGyver said, "and please don't take this as me blowing my own horn, if the person breaking in doesn't know physics better than anyone should, isn't light enough not to break through the vents which bent a bit under my weight, and doesn't have an uncanny resemblance to a member of the team, you are pretty safe."
General Hammond stood, a smile firmly in place. "Well, with all of that over and done with, I would like to personally thank Mr. MacGyver and Mr. Thorton." General smiled. "And now, I think Mr. Thorton and I shall retire to some private business." Thorton's knowing smile betrayed the fact that this so called business was most likely sharing information and swapping photo's of kids and grandkids.
MacGyver stood, packing up his things.
"Where are you off to?" Carter asked and MacGyver could see that that wasn't the only question stirring behind her eyes.
"The laundry, to get my clothes back. These clothes are a bit too snug." Affectionately, he patted his stomach. "Maybe I should run a little more, instead of fishing all the time." Jack O'Neill blinked.
"You FISH!" Macgyver looks across to Jack O'Neill.
"Yeah, my grandfather, Harry, got me into it. He was convinced it was the hobby of a lifetime, took me awhile to appreciate it though." Teal'c quietly looked down at his feet, hoping to never be invited on a fishing trip with these two, certain he'd go mad.
"What's great is," MacGyver continued. "Harry left me his place in Minnesota, it's like having a private lake." Jack almost fainted, he grabbed onto MacGyver's shoulder, his other hand clutching his heart, his feet dragged for a moment.
"So... that's really what heaven is." Macgyver laughed as Jack lead him down the hall. Jack, was at once distracted by Teal'c who was walking in a different direction, when Daniel and Sam each took hold of one of MacGyver's arms, leading him down the hall. Before he knew it, a million question were flying his way.
"So, cousin? Distantly? Uncle? Nephew?" Daniel asked.
"When I saw Jack's picture, I looked into it myself. However our family tree goes in completely different directions, our nearest relation, if you believe the theory, is Adam and Eve." Daniel nodded, not utterly satisfied.
"How did you get in?" Sam asked earnestly.
"Well, ride on the top of a few elevators, crawl through a few vents and run past one sneezing archaeologist and you're pretty much there." He smiled wryly and entered the laundry room. Continually, Sam asked MacGyver questions, starting off with the basics, but then advancing to the more in-depth questions soon surfaced.
"Is it true you managed to break someone out of an FBI building using nothing but water and ice?" She asked, looking like a child begging for a story of her favorite hero.
"Actually." He said, exiting the bathroom where he had been changing. "It was dry ice, better texture. And soda, orange and grape to be precise, makes, what I think to be the perfect color combination. Oh, and don't forget the pop rocks, gives it that just needed zing." He patted her on the shoulder. Sam looked extraordinarily befuddled which amused MacGyver more than he dared mention.
"So, you really did all those things. All the things Sam has talked about." Daniel asked.
"I honestly didn't think my work was talked about, after all, I assumed it was secret."
"We assumed our base was secret." Daniel said.
"And if we have to bring in a expert such as yourself, it's obviously not." Sam finished.
"Well, I mean. Someone would have to be pretty talented, not to mention the luckiest person born. Instead of wasting his time to try and get in, he'd probably be in Vegas or something. Counting card sounds a lot more appealing than crawling through vents to find out why there is an underground base somewhere for some reason."
"Other Governments though, ones we aren't on such friendly terms with..."
"I suppose, but to be honest, they train solders to be big and scary. Like that guy with the gold stamp on his forehead... (what is that anyway?) So they wouldn't fit in the vents and shimming across pipes wouldn't work because they'd simply snap under him." MacGyver had a smug smile on his face that only a few people knew, he was really just tugging on their chain, but viscously. It amused him more than anything.
"Er... um, Teal'c, the guy with the stamp..." Daniel began.
"However, I suppose that stamp is status quo for any of the Jaffa, right?" Teal'c and Jack had joined with them.
"You know of the Jaffa?" Teal'c questioned, his eyebrow raised to a peak, like his interest.
"Yeah, I know some. You were from a place called Chulac, were ruled by this total nut-case that calls himself a God. Apparently you guys enjoy kicking his butt around the galaxy, dontcha?" Even Teal'c looked slightly impressed.
MacGyver was re-shown EVERYTHING a computer had already told him, but he was willing to go along for the ride. At one point, they met up with General Hammond and Pete, who were still not even a quarter of the way done telling stories about when they were off duty. The four members and single interloper were came in on the middle of how they both ended up on stage at a bar, wearing hula skirts.
He was introduced to Janet Fraiser and the medical staff, whom had stories of their own about the crazy members of SG-1, including a very recent story of an annoyed O'Neill and a large bag of rubber bands, to which O'Neill's eyes grew unusually large and innocent.
"In fact," Janet says, a cocky smirk on her lips. "I was wondering about you, O'Neill."
"Me?"
"Yes, are you feeling quite well. The other day when I asked you a question, you kissed my cheek..." O'Neill turned a shade of red at this and pointed to MacGyver.
"Yeah, Um. I take the blame for that one, miss. MacGyver's the name." He held out his hand to shake. Fraiser shook his hand and kissed his cheek.
"Well, hello to you to."
While MacGyver was getting the second tour of the base, Pete and George were going over the details of MacGyver's report.
"This guy should be some sort of satirist." George said and Pete chuckled. "No, seriously! We could be looking at the next Johnathan Swift."
"He doesn't like horses enough. But anyway, Mac does have quite the wit about him."
"Do you think it'd be possible for me to send your man off-world? I mean, if you've got him on another assignment I'll understand. But I'd really love to give him the experience, and I think the team as an entirety would benefit."
"I don't see why not, Mac will jump at the offer." Pete said, groaping the desk till he found his coffee mug. "This is great coffee too."
"You can thank Daniel later. I'll give him a full day off world, pick a place that's nice and safe so there is very little risk." Pete smiled grimly behind his coffee cup.
"Safe being more than a quarter come back unharmed, one slightly breathing."
"The definition never changes, does it?" George says. He had never forgotten, hell, it never became any less vivid, all those days of combat he and Pete had endured. It was a mark of their friendship that they could laugh about the good times and remember the bad all together. After all, mused Hammond, would he be sitting across from me today, had we not killed in order to save each other's lives?
"Let's gather them in the breifing room, shall we?" George offered his hand up and Pete took it. Strange, where they spent so little time talking about nothing special, besides old missions and family, was so much of importance heard. It wasn't easy to get trust from men like General George Hammond or Peter Thorton. That may very well be one of the reasons why they trusted each other so much.
In the briefing room, it was decided that tomorrow O'Neill's team should take MacGyver to P2X-632 for a simple walk through. This, O'Neill had quite a few problems with.
"We can't!"
"And why not?" Asked Hammond. "It's perfectly safe, the inhabitants are friendly, they even like Teal'c."
"It's a desert! No water. No fishing!"
"Who says?" MacGyver asked.
"Generally, unless I'm mistaken, lack of fish equals lack of fishing."
"Well, a little of this, a little of that. No worries, we'll figure something out." MacGyver smiled confidently, an idea already brewing.
"Alright." Jack said, rasing his hands in resignation. "It seems that my logic wins around here less and less."
"Now as for arangments, Mr. MacGyver, you are welcome to stay here on base, we have a nice guest quarters that..." O'Neill cut him off.
"No, I'm putting my foot down on that one. Everyone, grab your Pj's, I'll put you all up at my place." It was obvious that O'Neill was not going to budge on this. He couldn't win one thing, he was going to win the next. "Lets go people, that's an order." And with that, O'Neill hurded out, one large and largely confused Jaffa, two bemused scientists and one poor fisherman who realized that his adventure had only just begun.
That's all folks, Until the next chapter, seeya!
