All the angels in heaven rejoice as one! This is the LAST chapter of Ancient Legacy. Read and enjoy!

Daniel gave a quick glance around the airport tarmac. Jack had managed to get them a plane. How, he wasn't sure, but he knew that they now had a way to reach Malloy in under three hours. He supposed he was grateful for it. It meant no waiting in line for tickets or trying to get a flight on a commercial airline. Instead they had a six passenger Cessna plane than Jack could land in a large open field if he so chose.

"So, Jack," Daniel asked, increasing his pace to match his friend's, "how do you plan to do this, exactly?"

"Easy." Jack said tersely, doing a quick once over of the plane. "Land about a mile from the farm and walk from there. Hopefully that's far enough away that Murdoc won't hear the engines, but you can never be sure."

"No, we can't." Mac sighed, running a hand through his hair. He opened the door to the co-pilot's side. "How many times have I sat on this side of the plane?" he muttered to himself, climbing into the seat.

Carter opened the passenger door. "Right. I guess we better get going."

"Yeah." O'Neil climbed into the pilot's seat. It was going to be a nerve wracking flight, that much was certain.

TWO HOURS LATER

O'Neill checked the instrument panel of the plane briefly, then focused his eyes on the open plains below. They needed to land now or they'd be spotted. Chances were; Murdoc was inside the farm keeping an eye on Sam. The man was too paranoid with any of Mac's family to not. He watched them like a hawk and usually stuck them in an empty room. It had happened to him enough times to be certain of it.

He pulled back on the throttle and prepared to land the plane. They had plenty of open field to land on, but it would make sneaking up to the farm difficult, as there was no place to hide. Just miles and miles of tall grass and flat land. It rather sucked but he supposed they would just have to cowboy up and get over it.

"Okay…" Jack carefully set the plane down and waited as it came to a slightly bumpy stop. He leaned back in his seat and drew in a deep breath. "This is it kids."

With that, he switched off the plane, unbuckled his seat belt, then opened the door and stepped out. Mac copied his actions and walked around to the front of the plane. He shared a look with his brother. They could do this. They would do this. Sam would be safe, Murdoc would be dead and finally they could rest.

"Now what?" Daniel asked, coming around with Sam and Teal'c to the front of the plane.

"Now, very carefully we walk towards that old farm." Mac pointed too a large wooden barn in the distance.

"Why here?" Carter asked as the group began the mile or so walk towards the old barn.

"Because this was the last place Jack and I were civil towards each other." Mac answered ruefully. "Murdoc has a flare for the ironic."

"Yeah, I noticed." Daniel muttered darkly. He glanced around. "Where exactly are we?"

"Somewhere near Cheyenne, Wyoming." Jack answered, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "We're lucky it's the middle of summer. If it wasn't we'd be in for seventy mile an hour winds."

Daniel let out a low whistle. "Damn."

After that, there wasn't much by way of conversation. Even Jack and MacGyver were silent as they walked closer and closer to the old barn. This time, it wasn't just a neutral meeting place from their childhood, it was a war zone. Someone very important to the both of them was being held inside, and the man responsible wasn't going to live to see the rest of the day.

Fifteen minutes later, they were dangerously close to the old barn house. Jack signaled SG-1 to wait around the back and he and MacGyver walked up to the front door. Which, was effectively booby trapped. Unless the C4 he was sensing was his imagination.

/It's rigged./ Jack informed Mac silently.

/I noticed. Any ideas on how?./ Mac sent back, silently contemplating the double wooden doors.

/Yep./ Jack pointed to a well hidden trip line running along the bottom of the door. /He has to know that won't stop us./

/He does, it's his warning alarm./

/Ah./

Very carefully, Mac lifted up the wood bar blocking the entrance to the door, all the while trying not to trip over the tripwire. He inched it out of the slot slowly then set on the ground behind himself. He and Jack shared a look then the two of them pushed open the barn doors. The inside looked strangely like it had been in use, but both brothers knew it hadn't.

/Murdoc likes decorating?./ Jack asked silently as the two stepped over the wire and into the barn.

/I guess./ Mac answered distractedly, frantically scanning the inside for his son.

"Jack?" A soft voice asked from the doorway. Jack spun around to see Daniel.

"Danny!" Jack hissed. "Don't take another step! Stay outside!"

"Why?" Jackson snapped back in a harsh whisper.

"Tripwire and other things you can't avoid. Tell Carter and Teal'c to stay put too!" O'Neill gave Daniel one last glare then walked a few steps to catch up to his brother.

There, he felt it. Sam.

/Mac…/

/Yeah, I know, up on the top level./ Mac stopped and focused his gaze up at the top.

"Alright, Murdoc, I'm here!" He shouted his anger and desperation dangerously close to ruling his judgment. "Come out and stop playing these damn games! I'm sick of this! You want to fight me? Do it face to face you coward!"

"I like games, MacGyver." Mac whirled around to see Murdoc walking up behind them.

Jack's jaw clenched. "One more step forward and I'll fry your ass."

Murdoc let out a slightly crazed laugh. "Oh, you will, will you?" his face morphed into a feral grin. "I doubt it."

"I wouldn't." Mac snarled. His fists clenched at his sides and he slipped into a slight fighting stance. The air around him began to crackle and hiss, causing Murdoc's smugness to falter a moment. However, the Goa'uld remained rooted to his spot ten feet from the twins. "You have no idea what we are capable of, Murdoc."

"Nothing more than what I have already seen." Was Murdoc's haughty reply, the grin was back in place.

Jack took a step forward and watched as Murdoc reigned in a flinch. His knees bent and his hands went out to the sides. He sneered. "Duck."

Before Murdoc knew what was happening, a blazing hot beam of fire was hurled towards him. His eyes went wide and he hit the deck faster than anyone Mac had ever seen. The Goa'uld let out an in human roar and climbed to his feet. His eyes flashed an angry yellow and he raised his right hand. The red jewel of the hand device flashed menacingly in the semi-darkness of the barn.

A circular wave of energy was hurled towards Jack and MacGyver, causing the two to jump out of the way. Wooden barrels and crates splintered into hundreds of pieces and the hay loft above their heads was split in half. Jack rolled up onto his feet and threw another beam of fire at Murdoc, singeing the opposite wall off the barn.

"Dad!" Sean shouted, hearing the chaos and the voices.

"Sam!" Mac called back, his voice sounding desperate. "Just hang on! I'm gonna get you outta here!"

"Hurry!" Sean began to feel around for something, anything, to help him get the ropes off of his hands.

"Oh, don't worry young MacGyver," Murdoc's duo-toned voice was barely audible over the sound of flames impacting his personal shield, "you won't have to wait much longer!"

"Says you, snakehead!" Jack yelled, he shot off another blast of fire, but it too bounced harmlessly off Murdoc's shield. His teeth clenched and he lowered his right hand. His fingertips brushed the hilt of his field knife. Slowly, he popped the button. He grasped the hilt between his first two fingers and his thumb. Jack sneered and drew the knife, holding it by the blade. "Kiss my ass!"

O'Neill drew back the knife and expertly let it fly towards Ptah's outstretched hand device arm. The knife embedded itself into the red crystal of the hand device. Ptah howled from the pain. His eyes flared gold. He reached up his left hand and grasped the hilt of the knife. His face was twisted in insanity and pain as he pulled the knife out of his hand.

"You think this will stop me?" Ptah laughed darkly. "You are sadly mistaken."

"No, Ptah," Mac held up his right hand. In it, was a glowing white ball of energy, "you are."

MacGyver drew back his arm, and with and almightily yell, hurled the ball of energy at the stunned Ptah. The Goa'uld's eyes widened in fear as the ball of energy came flying towards him. Time seemed to slow to a crawl. The ball inched its way to Ptah's stunned face. Mac saw the room moving in slow motion, even the debris was falling slower than time itself.

Suddenly, like a rubber band, time accelerated, snapping back into itself. The ball of energy impacted Murdoc directly in his face and the Goa'uld flew head over heels through the barn wall behind him, sending wood splinters and hay everywhere. Sean yelped in surprise as debris rained down on his head. He rolled to the side as a wooden beam came crashing down where he was just sitting.

Jack raced over to the hole in the barn wall and looked out. Ptah was lying in the dirt unnaturally still. His head was entirely blown away; all that remained was a mangled, badly burned, corpse. There was nothing of the man's brain or the symbiote left. There greatest enemy was reduced to a hunk of burning and charred flesh. He was nothing now.

O'Neill sniffed in a breath and stepped through the hole in the wall and out onto the Colorado plains. He walked to where Murdoc's head used to be. He starred unflinchingly down at the body, unmoved by the smell of burning flesh or the blood and tissues splattered all over the ground. This was what he had wanted to see ever since he'd met Murdoc. This was everything he had fought for. His mission was complete.

"Jack." Mac called softly. He had his arm around his son's shoulder and the two where standing at the gaping hole in the barn wall. "C'mon. We should go. It's been a long day."

"Tell me about it." O'Neill muttered mechanically. He tore his eyes away from the sight of Ptah's destroyed body. He turned his eyes to his nephew and brother. "Let's go home, Mac. All of us."

Well, was it satisfing, or no? Did ya like the ending or hate it? Tell me what ya think please! And I have to say the idea of a sequel is dancing around my brain but I'm not sure what to do with it. I want to write one but I can't come up with a plot. Drop suggestions when you leave a review. Review!

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