A/N: Hey all! Back with another story that exactly no one asked for, lol! I'm actually working on a longer sequel right now! As always like me know what you think, none of the characters are mine, and I've got an amazing beta, bkworm4life4 and also thanks to Mel for all the help!

Wilt Bozer was hunched over the kitchen island painting the finishing touches on the life-like silicone mask of George Washington that he had made for his upcoming production. The movie would be about how George Washington defeated the aliens to save America. His phone vibrated against the table and he was tempted to let it go to voicemail so he could finish the mask, but when he glanced at the Caller ID and saw that it was his best friend, Angus MacGyver, he dropped the paintbrush into the water and answered the phone. Mac's new job working on deep space telemetry at North American Aerospace Defense Command or NORAD as it was more commonly known, kept him from calling very often; apparently, space was like crazy busy or something.

With a grin, he snatched up the phone, "Heya Roomie! How's it going?"

"Hey Boz." just from those two words Bozer could tell something was amiss. The way Mac said his name sent alarm bells clanging.

"What's wrong?" He asked softly.

The sound that escaped Mac was a cross between a sigh, a sob, and a laugh, which alarmed Bozer even more; Mac wasn't one to let his feelings out like that. "It's," Mac faltered. "It's…"

"Can I talk to Jack?" Bozer asked. When something was wrong with Mac, Jack Dalton, Mac's partner, could usually be found nearby, and Bozer hoped he could shed some light on what had happened. Unless it involved Jack, in which case that would be bad, very, very, bad. Bozer quickly sat down, dread running thought his veins at the thought of something happening to Jack.

On the other end of the phone, he could hear some fumbling then Jack's voice came across. "Hey Bozer."

"Damn, I was really worried there for a second that something had happened to you too. What's going on with Mac? Is he okay? What…"

Jack stopped his barrage of questions. "One thing at a time. First, no, Mac isn't okay." Jack let out a loud sigh. "He, Nikki, and I were assisting the Air Force with a mission, when it went bad." Jack stopped again, and Bozer could hear the tightness of grief in his voice. "Nikki didn't make it." Bozer almost dropped the phone, he was glad that he was sitting as his hands and knees went numb. "Mac was injured pretty badly, and he's not handing Nikki's death very well." Bozer could visualize Jack running his hand through his close cropped hair. "I've got a family emergency back in Texas so I can't come home with him and help, so I'm sending Mac home to you. He is on medical leave until he heals physically and gets to a better place mentally." Bozer could hear the noise pick up in the background. "Listen I've got to go, but I'll call back later when I have more info. I'm trusting you. Bye Boz." The phone line went dead.

Bozer sat there at the island staring at the phone, slowly processing what had happened. Nikki Carpenter, Mac's Nikki was dead; Mac was hurt and coming home. After collecting himself and his emotions Bozer grabbed some paper and wrote 'Operation Make Mac Feel Better'. That so needed a better name, but he could work on that later. 'Step 1…'

A few days later the doorbell sounded Bozer rushed to open the door, anxious to see his friend. Jack had called him back the next day and relayed that a couple of friends would be dropping Mac off since they were heading that way and Mac wasn't cleared to drive. Opening the door Bozer saw two men supporting Mac as he stood men were taller than he was, one by a few inches and the other by at least a foot, making him seem like a giant compared to the other two. Both were similarly dressed in flannels and jeans, but Bozer was more concerned about the way that Mac looked.

It was the taller one that spoke. "You must be Bozer, hi I'm Sam and this is Dean." Sam said as he gestured to the other man.

Mac was standing between the pair of them leaving on a cane looking forlorn, exhausted and beaten thoroughly both physically and mentally. Sam handed Mac's large duffle over. Bozer opened the door wider, "Come on in." he said as he stepped aside and dropped the duffle in front of the polar bear.

Using the cane to steady himself, Mac slowly made his way inside heading towards the living room as both the guys who escorted him tracked his progress with eagle it was evident that Mac would be safe Dean spoke up, "We gotta get goin'. Just wanted to drop Hollywood there off, and make sure he made it in safely." Then he directed his attention to Mac, "You good?" In response Mac just threw him the bird as he continued to the couch. "Guess he's good," he said to Bozer.

"It was nice to meet you," Sam said. "If you need anything Mac's got our number." Then they turned and headed back to their car. Sam turned back around, "Or I could write it down?"

Dean grabbed his elbow and turned him back around. "Hollywood's got our digits, so does Dalton. If he needs them he can get them. Now come on or we'll be late!" Sam huffed but continued after Dean.

Bozer stepped out of the door and saw a beautiful, black Chevy Impala gleaming like midnight parked in rge driveway. "Nice car," he called out to them.

Dean grinned, "She's my baby!"

Sam made a scoffing noise as he climbed into the passenger seat, then with a roar of the engine, they were off. Bozer went back into the house and made his way to where Mac had sunk into the couch, his head leaned back and his eyes closed. His best friend looked awful. The left side of his face was awash in various shades of bruising and the colors around his eye were even darker. Bozer could see a few stitches bisecting Mac's eyebrow and a few more little cuts scattered down his cheek. Mac also had a walking cast on his right foot, and from the way he was sitting Bozer knew that there was something wrong with his ribs.

"You look awful Mac. Do you need anything? Ice pack? Pain meds? A anvil?" He pantomimed the Road Runner then Wiley E. Coyote getting smashed.

A slight smile flitted across Mac's battered face at the joke as he opened his eyes and looked at Bozer. "I'm good for now. Hey, did Sam or Dean give you my duffle? I know when Jack calls to check in the first thing he's going to ask is if I've taken my meds."

Bozer smiled, that sounded like Jack. "Yeah, I put it in front of the bear. Sam gave it to me. I have to ask though, how many cracks does Jack make about his height?Though to be fair they both were pretty tall."

Mac smiled amused, "Yeah Jack pulls out the Jolly Green Giant one pretty often, but both of the Winchesters are really tall."

Bozer arched an eyebrow with the same last name and the matching outfits, "I thought spouses couldn't…." His voice trailed off as a true smile blossomed on Mac's face.

"Oh, they're gonna love that!" Mac said as he started laughing, wincing while he did so. "They're brothers. Sam, the tall one is a civilian like Jack and I are, while Dean is a Major in the Air Force, it's because of that they are allowed to work together. And they truly do work better as a team."

Bozer nodded taking in the information. He loved hearing about Mac and Jack's new colleagues at NORAD. Neither of them talked about work very often so hearing anything was a bit of a treat.

He put the duffle in Mac's room, grabbed Mac's prescriptions out of it, and set about in the kitchen preparing drinks and popcorn. Bozer was waiting to do a full meal for their supper, but popcorn and sodas world be perfect for watching a movie of course he had to add his own seasoning blend. Setting everything down on the coffee table, Bozer asked gently, "You want to talk about it?" When Mac was able to call he often waxed poetic about Nikki and how glad he was that she was actually dating him, even if they had to keep it quiet. Bozer knew his best friend had to be hurting and wanted to support him in any way he could.

The hollow look in Mac's eyes got deeper. "No," he whispered.

"OK, I'm here if you need me," Bozer said simply, and Mac patted him on his shoulder. "So, I've been saving a few movies for when you were back next, and I got a few scripts for you to look over as well." Bozer grabbed the remote and accessed the movie that he wanted to watch. "Oh, and I need you to play General Wang in one of my films." At Mac's quizzical look, he added, "Bro, you're the only person I know that speaks Mandarin, and with how you lookin' right now I won't need to do any make-up or special effects." When the faint trace of amusement returned to Mac's face, Bozer counted that as a win and started the movie.

Looking over at Bozer, Mac carefully reached out and picked up the remote pausing the movie. "Not that I don't appreciate all the hovering, but don't you have a shift to get ready for at the restaurant? I don't want to be the reason that you get written up or fired."

Mac was giving him that concerned look that made Bozer feel guilty, "Well…" He paused for a second, "I was offered a promotion to manager."

"That's great!" Mac broke in, smiling and looking excited for his friend.

Bozer continued, "But I turned it down. As a matter of fact, I quit."

Mac's smile turned confused. "I don't understand. You got a promotion, so you quit?"

Bozer couldn't help but smile; that was typical Mac. "Well, I look at it this way, if I continued to work there, I would keep getting promoted, 'cause ya know, I'm awesome like that. But that's not what I really want. What I really want is to make movies. I've found a few contests to enter, and don't worry about rent, a brother's good. But I need to follow my dreams, ya know."

Mac nodded. "I get it, and I'm not worried about the rent. Let me guess, there are several roles for me in your films." He had that amused look back on his face.

"You know it, now let's get back to this movie. I promise you'll love it!" Bozer picked up the remote and hit play.

"How do you know? I thought you were waiting to watch it for me?" Mac teased.

"Be quiet, you might miss something." Bozer ignored the quiet laugh, but inside he was happy to have made Mac laugh.

A few weeks later

Most of Mac's bruises had faded. While he still had the walking cast and tired easily, he was moving around a lot better, and wasn't holding himself as stiffly. Jack still checked in at least once a day, sometimes more than that, but he had told Bozer that he hoped he would be on his way back out to LA within the next couple of days. Bozer was setting up a scene while Mac took a nap. Mac willingly taking a nap was something new. It told Bozer exactly how much he was hurting, and while he couldn't do anything more about the physical hurt he could at least try to help keep Mac's mind off of everything that had happened, so once Mac woke up, they would shoot the pivotal scene where George Washington confronts the aliens.

As Bozer arranged the green screen he needed for the shoot the doorbell rang; he hoped that the noise of the ringing bell wouldn't wake Mac. With a sigh and a mental command for the uncooperative screen to stay put, he hurried to open the door, hoping whoever was there wouldn't ring again. Standing outside was a dark haired man with his hair slicked back and a creepy smile that set alarm bells off in Bozer's head. The man was dressed head to toe in black including black gloves despite the warmth of the day. Something about him just felt off to Bozer.

"Can I help you?" Bozer asked hesitantly. The guy was setting off all of his Spidey senses.

The man stretched his face in a facsimile of huge grin, "Yes, I need to talk to MacGyver." He paused and when Bozer didn't move he added, "We're friends from work. This time he didn't wait to be invited in, he pushed past Bozer and started scrutinizing the house. "If you could go get him now."

The man spoke in a way that let Bozer know his orders were used to being followed, Bozer didn't feel like he had any other choice. Despite not doing anything threatening the man's appearance sent chills down Bozer's spine.'Mac would know what to do', he thought, Mac always knew what to do.

"Just, uh, have a seat, and I'll be right back." He said gesturing to a chair in the living room.

Not wanting to leave the man alone for long Bozer quickly hurried down the hallway to Mac's room. Knocking softly he opened the door and whispered loudly, "Mac? Mac, you gotta get up."

Slowly sitting up, Mac rubbed his eyes, looking more like a child than a grown adult who used to defuse bombs for the Army and asked tiredly, "What's up Boz? You need me for the next scene already?"

"There's some weird guy dressed in all back here that says he works with you. He's waiting in the living room."

Any trace of sleepiness fled from Mac's face. "He found me," he whispered as he shot up and out of bed. He turned to Bozer "He's where?"

"In the living room?" Bozer hesitantly replied.

"Shit!" Mac cursed and lunged for his phone, dialing as he picked it up. Bozer knew the dude was sketchy, but didn't think he had warranted this type of reaction. "Jack? Yeah, somehow 218's here." Mac was out of bed and closing the door. "I don't know! Bozer talked to him. Yes, HERE here!" Bozer could hear the panic in Mac's voice which in turn caused him to panic. Mac hurried to the other side of the room peering through the blinds trying to see if he could see into the living room to see what 218 was doing. "I don't know! I won't. Just get here!" Mac disconnected the call and stood silently in the center of the room wearing an expression that Bozer was quite familiar with, he was running through all of the outcomes and was deciding what the best course of action would be.

Needing answers, Bozer squeaked out, "Mac, what's going on? Mac?"

Before Mac could answer, the door to his room burst open, "Oh, MacGyver! There you are." The now named 218 strolled in wearing Bozer's George Washington mask, which sent chills running up and down Bozer's back. To see something that he had worked very hard on to be used in such a way unnerved him in ways that he couldn't even begin to voice. Then 218's eyes glowed and he held up a palm towards the two of them.

"Mac?" Bozer wasn't proud of how his voice sounded like a soprano trying to reach that impossible high note.

Out of nowhere a bright white light flashed, when it disappeared Jack was standing there "Get him to a safe place." Jack commanded.

Bozer's mind froze, he couldn't understand what was happening. 'Where on Earth had Jack come from? What was going on?' "Mac?" His voice trembled as he barely managed to form the word.

"Come on," Mac commanded as he pulled Bozer's sleeve. Bozer blindly stumbled along behind Mac to lost in his thoughts of trying to make the last few minutes make sense in his head to think about where they were going. 'Bright light, Jack. Bright light, Jack.' Kept cycling through his head and no matter how many times he thought it through it still didn't make any sense. Lost in the thoughts swirling around his mind he didn't realize that Mac had stopped and Bozer ran straight into Mac's back.

"Where are we?" he asked, looking around even more freaked out that there was somewhere in the house that he hadn't known about. Bozer's mind was too busy overloading that he couldn't deal with any more.

Mac ran his hand through his hair. "Remember when the pipe work had to be done on the house and we had to move out for a bit?" Bozer nodded dumbly, "Well, I had a secret escape route and panic room installed in the house at the same time."

"What is going on? Who is that man? Where did Jack come from?" Bozer gasped out, his chest heaving.

Putting his hand on Bozer's shoulder Mac squeezed, "Deep breaths. In and out." Mac kept breathing with him until his panic started to recede. In the silence they could faintly hear the sounds of a fight. There was a loud crash, which Bozer hoped was not the green screen, followed by a strange whining sound unlike anything Bozer had ever heard before and then complete silence.

The sudden ringing of Mac's cell phone which was still clutched in his hand startled both of them, causing them to jolt violently. Shakily Mac hit accept.

"Where y'all at?" Jack's voice came though the speaker. "It's clear to come out."

Bozer followed Mac out of their little hidey hole, through the garage and into the torn up living room, where the green screen was indeed laying torn on the floor. Standing beside Jack were the Winchester brothers. 'Where did they come from?' Bozer thought bewilderedly. 'Where did any of them come from?' Once again reaching his saturation point, Bozer exclaimed, "Will someone please tell me what in the ever-loving hell is going on?"

Jack grinned at him. "Oh Boze, you're gonna love this! Mac," he gestured at Bozer. Mac nodded and put his hand on Bozer's shoulder like he had minutes before. But instead of comforting Bozer, it just confused him even more. Jack touched his ear, "We're clear to be beamed."

A light flashed, just like when Jack had appeared, and instead of standing in his own living room he was standing in front of a massive glass window that offered a view of, "Is that Earth? That can't be Earth. Cause if that's Earth, then that means that we're….." Bozer's voice trailed off putting everything together as he looked whirled to face Jack and Mac who were standing behind him.

Still grinning, Jack said, "Welcome to the Stargate program."

A/N 2: Liked, hated it, found something? Let me know! This is my usual place to pimp my next story, but I've got too many irons in the fire and am stumbling at bit on that, but I've got SEVERAL in development! So hopefully you'll see something from me soonish! Feel free to reach out if I've been gone too long! Thanks for reading I appreciate it!