AN:So I didn't realize I forgot this one until I started to write the story after Enemy Mine and looked at my timetable… and discovered... oops… So this happens after Sammy is drugged at a party but before the situation with Karen comes to a head. The entire story arc ties in to MrKzyHrse's Puddle Jumping series (All of Fate does actually and the timeline will be updated accordingly… eventually). Said ties will become more apparent over time. MKH probably won't be posting much more of Puddle Jumping here so you MAY have to hop over to AO3 to catch up on the tie in chapters that don't directly Effect the Fate series. I'll talk to him about it though.

Ruaya Mazdouja - Seeing Double

Chapter 1

Jack sighed inwardly. He hated running every morning in DC but honestly he hated that smelly impersonal gym more. At home Sam had bought him equipment for bad days so he could work his shoulders and get time in on the treadmill but Colorado was very far away from DC. Colorado was home. DC was just… not home. Jack missed his wife deeply. And being in DC was just a constant reminder of that fact. While he'd loved and missed Sara when he was away on assignment but it was never like this… but Sara had never been in another galaxy… or gone for two years.

He'd seen her at Christmas, had even managed to weasel their daughter onto the base as well. Gracie had really liked Teyla and had loved seeing Frank and Lynn again after so long. Jack would lay some pretty hard bets on odds on Lynn not having gotten pregnant some time during his visit with Sam. She and Frank weren't even trying to hide their relationship which was fine in his opinion. He'd miss Lynn's reports. She always had amusing anecdotes about her coworkers. He'd need to find someone to replace her position on Atlantis as if she was, it was unlikely she'd go back. He was fairly deep in that thought process when he heard the unmistakable whimper from under the bushes.

Jack slowed to an easy lope and backtracked to the shrubs. "Hey little guy. You sound hurt." He said as he bent to slowly reach out to the grubby looking little dog. "Are you lost?" He asked in the voice he reserved for injured animals and his daughter when she was upset. The small dog inched forward and licked his hand hopefully.

Two things were immediately apparent. Firstly, there was a sore spot on his ass. Secondly, when he went to rub it, he discovered his hands were tied behind him. Jack blinked and shook his head to clear it. He looked around and discovered he was on a concrete floor, his hands and ankles tied not cuffed and the small dog was curled against him for warmth. The large empty concrete room he was in was lit with a handful of recessed sodium lights that cast a sickly intermittent glow on the floor. It wasn't dark… but it wasn't exactly well lit either.

Jack shook his head again, trying to clear the cobwebs and noted the dry sticky texture of his mouth indicating he'd been snoring mouth open for some time. Classy O'Neill, he admonished himself mentally.

"So you've decided to rejoin us in the land of the living?" A voice said from behind him.

Jack craned his neck to see who was speaking but they stayed out of his field of vision. He finally made the effort to set up in spite of his prone and bound situation. Once he was in a sitting position, he huffed with exertion. Sam might have had a point about him getting out of shape. "I think you've got the wrong guy." He told the voice.

The other man, it was definitely a man, let out a low humorless chuckle. "Nah. I got the right guy. A lot later then I'd planned but you're a hard man to pin down, O'Neill."

"Yes, well, I do have a fairly busy schedule. You should have just talked to my secretary." He suggested.

"Oh that wasn't even slightly necessary… General." The humorless voice told him.

"Look, if it's about those parking tickets…" Jack tried in an affable voice.

"Shut up, you fool. You were an ass before and you're still an ass."

Jack frowned. His captor knew him. Great. Who the hell wants him dead now and why didn't he recognize the voice? "Hey, I'm just trying to figure out what's going on here." Jack said in falsely conciliatory tones.

"I don't give a shit if you know what's going on or not. You've had this coming for a long time. I'm going to enjoy watching you suffer."

With that the door boomed closed behind Jack and he realized he and his furry companion were alone.

"Well, nice to meet you." He told the small dog.

The dog lifted its head and let out a soft woof.

"You need a bath." He told the dog.

The dog woofed again.

Jack turned his head and sniffed awkwardly at his underarm. "I need a bath too."

His companion wagged its tail.

If his hands were free, Jack would have scratched the dog while he figured out what exactly was going on. Whoever this was had some kind of grudge against him personally. He'd guess at an old one by the comment made about having it coming for a long time. And that last part worried him a bit. They couldn't get at Sam but what if they tried to hurt Gracie or Cassie? He wasn't as worried about Jon and Sammy, they could hold their own but that was a consideration as well. They had made no secret of their involvement in their younger selves lives. Partially to protect them from any idiots left over from the Trust that might want to fiddle around with his and Sam's genetics and knew it was a bad idea to try to grab either adult.

Jack sighed. Whatever this was, it was probably a trap…

Mac sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose as if in pain. Of all the….

"Dad?" Sean Angus Malloy-MacGyver asked his father from across the room.

Mac shook his head. "I've got an assignment for you Sam… it's personal."

Sean gave him a thoughtful frown. "What's wrong, Dad?"

"It's your Uncle Jack. Someone kidnapped him and they sent the ransom note here."

"Why here?"

"My first guess is they figure I'm loaded. It was a pretty big sum of money."

"The second guess is…?"

"It's a trap."

"Of course." Sean agreed.

"Your best bet, head to Colorado. Go get your aunt. She'll put together a team of specialists."

"Isn't that what we do, dad?"

"Usually yes, but the only way they would be able to keep him from tearing the place apart with his bare hands is if he's sedated or they have injured him pretty badly. Our methods rely on the other person being under their own steam."

Sean nodded. "And you don't think he will be." It wasn't a question.

"Knowing Jack, it's unlikely." Mac said to his dark haired son who looked more like his mother than he did himself. But the boy now a man unmistakably had Mac's eyes.

"You don't think they grabbed his kid too?" Sean asked his father in alarm.

"They didn't mention her so probably not. Your cousin has her own security detail. Her nanny is former CIA."

Sean blinked in surprise.

Mac nodded affirmation that his son had heard that right. "I tried calling the Pentagon but couldn't get a straight answer. That's why I want you to go see Sam in Colorado."

Sean nodded. He knew his aunt and uncle's jobs sometimes forced them to live half a country away from each other. "She must be frantic by now if they contacted us instead of her."

"It's possible they don't know he's married to her. They did keep it very quiet for quite a while."

"I'm almost hoping this is just about money." Sean mused.

"Me too." Mac agreed. "You have their address. If not, here's Daniel Jackson's address." He said, sliding a piece of paper across his wide wood desk. Mac had redecorated Pete's office. It was less modern now, more natural wood and soft warm shades of brown and green dominated the space. Gone was the slick ultra modern look.

Sean got up and crossed the room to retrieve the address. He folded it and slipped it into his shirt pocket.

"Stay under the radar and stay out of trouble." Mac admonished his son.

"Yah yah…I know the drill, dad." Sean said with a wry smile much like his father's. "This isn't my first kidnapping you know." He reminded his dad as he walked out.

Angus MacGyver sat back in his leather chair and leaned back, frowning solemnly. No, he thought, but it's the first time it's family and we don't have that many of those left. In fact, until Jack had remarried… it had been down to the two of them having both lost their parents by their early twenties and his mom's dad having passed away some time ago. Jack had learned his survival skills in the military but Mac had learned his at the knee of a clever old tinker. He smiled wryly. He missed the old man regardless of his many flaws. He hoped Jack was all right.