sequal to: Mac For Hire.
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Macgyver. They belong
to Henry Winkler, Paramount and associates.
If you would like to borrow this story, please ask first, thanks! :)
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Title: AX TO GRIND
Chapter 1: In Remembrance of Me
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"I hate these things!"
"Here, let me help you." Nikki sighed and rolled her eyes. She tugged
at Macgyver's red silk necktie, straightening it. The light bouncing off her
dark waves, he hadn't realized that her hair had begun to curl around her
shoulders, setting off her creamy skin.
"Hey, you're letting your hair grow out again."
Her face flamed under his astute gaze. Stepping back, she eased her hand
off his chest. "Yes, and so are you," Nikki said, changing the subject.
She touched the blond wisps tickling his shoulder. "You don't look so
shabby yourself, all gussied up in a black suit. Who would have thought . . ."
"Don Juan," he offered hopefully.
"Don't flatter yourself Mac," she said with a roll of her eyes.
"We'd better get out there before Pete comes looking for us."
His hand splayed across the middle of her back, Mac escorted Nikki to the
banquet room.
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Shortly thereafter, Pete and Nikki coaxed Mac to come onstage after
giving their speeches. "Thank you for coming, but this is about the 10th
anniversary of the Phoenix Foundation, not me. I'm just a part of the
well-oiled machine I've come to think of as home. May we be around for
the next 10!" He held up the crystal goblet of sparkling red grape juice in
a toast.
"That was a great speech Mac!" Jack applauded as the Phoenix trio
descended the short stairway and sat down at the table.
Nikki smiled at Mac saucily. "Not bad for a man of few words."
"Thanks."
All of a sudden, Nikki let out a shriek amongst the noisy crowd. Across
from her, Mac jumped up, alert. "What is it? You okay?" he asked.
"Never been better," she grumbled at the spreading cranberry juice stain
blending in with her velvet dress. "Just let me go clean this up and I'll be
right back." Before leaving, Nikki leaned forward slightly and whispered to
Mac, "Relax and have some fun."
Pete turned to Mac in concern. "She's right, you can't keep blaming
yourself."
"But I do Pete, it was my fault. If only Deborah . . ."
"No ifs tonight Mac, let's focus on the present. Deborah is gone and
what she did to you won't happen again."
Mac sighed, "Whatever you say Pete."
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Impatiently, Nikki scrubbed at the stain just above her abdomen. "Why
don't people watch where they're going."
"Oh, but I did. I hit my intended target perfectly." Nikki gasped at the
vengeful face staring at her in the mirror. Painfully, her stomach began to
burn as the room started spinning.
"Mac," she whispered faintly as a pair of arms broke her fall.
"Something to remember me by," the voice hissed into her ear.
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Macgyver. They belong
to Henry Winkler, Paramount and associates.
If you would like to borrow this story, please ask first, thanks! :)
*********************************************************************************
Title: AX TO GRIND
Chapter 1: In Remembrance of Me
*****************************************
"I hate these things!"
"Here, let me help you." Nikki sighed and rolled her eyes. She tugged
at Macgyver's red silk necktie, straightening it. The light bouncing off her
dark waves, he hadn't realized that her hair had begun to curl around her
shoulders, setting off her creamy skin.
"Hey, you're letting your hair grow out again."
Her face flamed under his astute gaze. Stepping back, she eased her hand
off his chest. "Yes, and so are you," Nikki said, changing the subject.
She touched the blond wisps tickling his shoulder. "You don't look so
shabby yourself, all gussied up in a black suit. Who would have thought . . ."
"Don Juan," he offered hopefully.
"Don't flatter yourself Mac," she said with a roll of her eyes.
"We'd better get out there before Pete comes looking for us."
His hand splayed across the middle of her back, Mac escorted Nikki to the
banquet room.
***********************************
Shortly thereafter, Pete and Nikki coaxed Mac to come onstage after
giving their speeches. "Thank you for coming, but this is about the 10th
anniversary of the Phoenix Foundation, not me. I'm just a part of the
well-oiled machine I've come to think of as home. May we be around for
the next 10!" He held up the crystal goblet of sparkling red grape juice in
a toast.
"That was a great speech Mac!" Jack applauded as the Phoenix trio
descended the short stairway and sat down at the table.
Nikki smiled at Mac saucily. "Not bad for a man of few words."
"Thanks."
All of a sudden, Nikki let out a shriek amongst the noisy crowd. Across
from her, Mac jumped up, alert. "What is it? You okay?" he asked.
"Never been better," she grumbled at the spreading cranberry juice stain
blending in with her velvet dress. "Just let me go clean this up and I'll be
right back." Before leaving, Nikki leaned forward slightly and whispered to
Mac, "Relax and have some fun."
Pete turned to Mac in concern. "She's right, you can't keep blaming
yourself."
"But I do Pete, it was my fault. If only Deborah . . ."
"No ifs tonight Mac, let's focus on the present. Deborah is gone and
what she did to you won't happen again."
Mac sighed, "Whatever you say Pete."
**************************************
Impatiently, Nikki scrubbed at the stain just above her abdomen. "Why
don't people watch where they're going."
"Oh, but I did. I hit my intended target perfectly." Nikki gasped at the
vengeful face staring at her in the mirror. Painfully, her stomach began to
burn as the room started spinning.
"Mac," she whispered faintly as a pair of arms broke her fall.
"Something to remember me by," the voice hissed into her ear.
