Vacation+Ransom
Synopsis: While given a few days off, Mac is injured and taken by an organization wanting to use him for ransom. Time is running out, choices need to be made, and the team is finding it more and more difficult to find their boy and bring him back home.
I have been a part of the MacGyver fandom for a while, and these characters have always been like my children. I don't own anything, no matter how much I would like to, and this is one of my first published fanfictions. Hope you enjoy these boys as much as I do, and fell free to comment any advice or pointers you have to improve my writing.
Mac sighed with contempt as the hot water poured on his hair and down his back. Nothing like a hot shower after taking down a major drug smuggling operation and almost getting blown up… twice. After a very relaxing five minutes, Mac turned off the stream of water, dried himself, and put on his favorite MIT t-shirt with some plain blue jeans. He looked down at his phone, which was still on his bedside table, and debated calling Jack.
Matty had promised the team a full three days of vacation, without any missions, terrorists, or even a hint of gunpowder, and Jack had obviously already planned a Bruce Willis movie marathon. Mac had reluctantly agreed, only because he had no other plans over the weekend, and he didn't want to let his brother down. A glance at the clock on his bedroom wall told the former EOD tech that it was only 3 in the evening, no matter how late the time change from Pakistan made his internal clock feel. Either way, it told Mac that he still had a few hours before Jack would come breaking down his door with a six pack of beers and his entire DVD collection.
Mac smiled to himself as he made his way to the living room, planning to work on his latest project with the peace and quiet he had. However, the sight that met him in the living room was not the one he wanted, and he instantly froze as he heard a gun chamber cock directly next to his left ear. He slowly raised his hands out of reflex, as he took in the five or six men in his living room. Two by his couch, one guarding the door, one looking out the window and, of course, the man that was currently pointing a gun at Mac's head, all fully suited in TAC gear and heavily armed. While taking all this in, Mac somehow failed to notice another man, smaller in build, wearing a very expensive looking suit, and eating what looked like apple slices off of a small knife.
"Hello, Mr. MacGyver. It seems you and I need to have a bit of a chat." The man, who by now Mac had labeled as the boss, slowly walked around the counter. His voice had a thick British accent to it, and as he came closer to the Phoenix agent, Mac took in his perfectly groomed black hair, as well as his cold, cruel looking blue eyes, eyes that had never seen mercy by the looks of it. Mac clenched his jaw as the boss came to stop right in front of him, those glassy blue eyes staring into MacGyver's.
"You see, you and your associates have caused my company more than enough trouble, and it is by your hand that six- no, seven of my factories and warehouses have been raided by the good old boys of this nation." The man took a step away from Mac, after having finished his apple, and took a small silver vial from his coat pocket. "And at this point, it's just getting annoying having to try and restock all the millions of dollars of merchandise you and your pals took from us."
"So what are you here to do, kill me?" Mac said, still frozen in place by the doorway.
"Oh, MacGyver, I have no intention of killing you. At least not yet. See, I need you in order to restore some of my company's… financial problems. So," the boss turned back towards Mac from the center of the room. "If you would like to save yourself some pain, you can willingly let my associate here" the boss indicated to one of the men around him, who appeared to be holding a syringe, "inject you with a small dose of a special sleeping agent we designed just for you. Or you can take the difficult way out and we will have no choice but to use force." The leader gave Mac a sadistic smile. "It's your choice really."
Mac looked around his living room, from one man to the next, and then his eyes came back to the boss with what could have been mistaken as surrender. But, as soon as he had done that, he swung his right arm around his body; knocking the gun out of the closest soldier's hand and making it fly across the room, followed by a kick that sent that first man sprawling backwards. Mac quickly turned around in time to block an incoming fist from the next assailant and successfully land a punch of his own right into the man's nose, causing a small stream of blood to come out as he stumbled away. The blond agent ran across the room, all while pulling out his trusty Swiss army knife, and almost tripping over a badly placed kick from one of the other men in the room. He flicked out the blade, and cut through the rope that was attached to the wall, causing his handmade chandelier to drop onto two of the incoming men, temporarily taking them out of the fight.
However, the last man besides the boss and one of Mac's earlier opponents that had gotten back up, resumed their approach towards the young Phoenix agent, more caution in their steps this time. Mac took their hesitation as an invitation to throw a nearby wrench from his toolbox at the pair, successfully hitting the first one in the head, stunning him, and sending the second one into a charge towards him. Mac didn't have time to react before the larger man rammed into him, sending him skidding across the floor, coincidentally in the direction of the door.
Mac stumbled up to try and reach the door and call for help, but as he was running towards his exit, he felt a sharp pain suddenly tear through his right thigh, causing him to not so gracefully collapse on the wall. He looked down, only to see the fabric of his jeans slowly turning red from the gunshot wound, about a third of the way above his right knee. While temporarily blinded by the pain of his leg, Mac took no notice to the man standing next to him, stabbing a small metal needle into Mac's neck.
His vision started to go fuzzy, and as black spots danced in front of his eyes, Mac heard the boss say "You should have chosen option one," right before the darkness and pain consumed him and he slipped away.