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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Chapter 10: Undone
His mind reeling, Mac scooped her up, mentally berating
himself for her injury. "Let's go," he said tersely.
"Mac, do you think she'll be alright?"
Keeping Nikki close to his heart, Mac stared straight
ahead, his steps never wavering. "I hope so."
At the forest's edge, a horde of policemen and a frantic Pete
awaited them.
"Mac . . ." Pete's eyes widened in concern when he
saw an unconscious and bleeding Nikki in Mac's arms.
"Hospital," Mac responded simply. Refusing medical
attention or treatment of any kind, he jumped into the
ambulance. Searching her wan face, he grasped her
hand. "I'm so sorry Nikki, I didn't mean to hurt you."
Surprised, he felt a slight pressure against his fingers. "I
know," Nikki whispered, opening her eyes. "It's okay,
everything is okay now, Mac. Come closer, let me get a
good look at you," she rasped, a faint smile curving her lips.
Mac, unable to hold back a small, relieved grin, complied.
Nikki took in his disheveled appearance. Frowning, she
studied the burned cuffs, slashed black vest, mud stained
slacks and the torn blood-stained tie, which Nikki easily slid
from around his neck, pulling it off. The collar of his shirt
open, Nikki patted his chest. "You don't like playing
dress-up anyway." It was Nikki's turn to be surprised, as
Mac impulsively placed his hand over hers, allowing her no
escape. Mac's eyes narrowed, as he noticed the blotched
red skin glaring at him through the perfect, round hole in
her dress. Releasing her hand, his fingers tentatively
caressed her abdomen. Hissing, Nikki flinched.
"It burns," she whimpered. Reaching for her fingers, Mac
nodded sympathetically.
"It's sulfuric acid. That's why you've been in such pain."
Leaning over her, Mac placed his hand at her side. "But,
you're going to be alright, trust me."
"Okay, Mac." Contentedly, she closed her eyes and drifted
off to sleep.
Nikki stretched, wincing as she gingerly touched the
filmy gauze wrapped around her throbbing temple. She
opened her eyes to find a sleeping Mac slouched in the
plastic chair next to her. She smiled softly. He looked so
sweet and peaceful with a lock of blonde hair falling over his
eye. Hesitant to wake him, Nikki slowly reached for his wrist.
He jerked awake almost immediately.
"Nikki! How are you feeling? How's your stomach?" he
inquired, unfolding his long legs from the confines of the chair.
"My head could use some Goody's headache powder and
my stomach wouldn't mind some Calamine lotion, but I am
feeling much better, thanks to you." He eyed her warily,
afraid to touch her. "I'm not made of porcelain!" she
chuckled.
"You sure looked it last night. Scared the living daylights
out of me."
"Mac, you saved my life last night and it wouldn't be the
first time. "I'll be fine. You told me so, remember?" Nikki
reminded him pointedly.
Mac responded softly, "Yeah."
Clearing his throat, Mac shifted the subject slightly,
"According to the doctor, you'll be fit as a fiddle and out of
here in no time."
Nikki reached for Mac's hand and quietly asked, "How
about you?"
Mac grinned. "Healthy and hungry. Some chinese food
sounds good."
Nikki grinned back. "Good, my stomach is also craving an
extra large chocolate milkshake right about now."
A shadow passed over her face, and she unconsciously
rubbed her thumb against his palm. "Mac, do you think
Murdoc is dead?"
"One can only hope, Nikki. One can only hope."
belong to Henry Winkler, Paramount and associates.
If you would like to borrow this story, please ask first, thanks!
:)
************************
Chapter 10: Undone
His mind reeling, Mac scooped her up, mentally berating
himself for her injury. "Let's go," he said tersely.
"Mac, do you think she'll be alright?"
Keeping Nikki close to his heart, Mac stared straight
ahead, his steps never wavering. "I hope so."
At the forest's edge, a horde of policemen and a frantic Pete
awaited them.
"Mac . . ." Pete's eyes widened in concern when he
saw an unconscious and bleeding Nikki in Mac's arms.
"Hospital," Mac responded simply. Refusing medical
attention or treatment of any kind, he jumped into the
ambulance. Searching her wan face, he grasped her
hand. "I'm so sorry Nikki, I didn't mean to hurt you."
Surprised, he felt a slight pressure against his fingers. "I
know," Nikki whispered, opening her eyes. "It's okay,
everything is okay now, Mac. Come closer, let me get a
good look at you," she rasped, a faint smile curving her lips.
Mac, unable to hold back a small, relieved grin, complied.
Nikki took in his disheveled appearance. Frowning, she
studied the burned cuffs, slashed black vest, mud stained
slacks and the torn blood-stained tie, which Nikki easily slid
from around his neck, pulling it off. The collar of his shirt
open, Nikki patted his chest. "You don't like playing
dress-up anyway." It was Nikki's turn to be surprised, as
Mac impulsively placed his hand over hers, allowing her no
escape. Mac's eyes narrowed, as he noticed the blotched
red skin glaring at him through the perfect, round hole in
her dress. Releasing her hand, his fingers tentatively
caressed her abdomen. Hissing, Nikki flinched.
"It burns," she whimpered. Reaching for her fingers, Mac
nodded sympathetically.
"It's sulfuric acid. That's why you've been in such pain."
Leaning over her, Mac placed his hand at her side. "But,
you're going to be alright, trust me."
"Okay, Mac." Contentedly, she closed her eyes and drifted
off to sleep.
Nikki stretched, wincing as she gingerly touched the
filmy gauze wrapped around her throbbing temple. She
opened her eyes to find a sleeping Mac slouched in the
plastic chair next to her. She smiled softly. He looked so
sweet and peaceful with a lock of blonde hair falling over his
eye. Hesitant to wake him, Nikki slowly reached for his wrist.
He jerked awake almost immediately.
"Nikki! How are you feeling? How's your stomach?" he
inquired, unfolding his long legs from the confines of the chair.
"My head could use some Goody's headache powder and
my stomach wouldn't mind some Calamine lotion, but I am
feeling much better, thanks to you." He eyed her warily,
afraid to touch her. "I'm not made of porcelain!" she
chuckled.
"You sure looked it last night. Scared the living daylights
out of me."
"Mac, you saved my life last night and it wouldn't be the
first time. "I'll be fine. You told me so, remember?" Nikki
reminded him pointedly.
Mac responded softly, "Yeah."
Clearing his throat, Mac shifted the subject slightly,
"According to the doctor, you'll be fit as a fiddle and out of
here in no time."
Nikki reached for Mac's hand and quietly asked, "How
about you?"
Mac grinned. "Healthy and hungry. Some chinese food
sounds good."
Nikki grinned back. "Good, my stomach is also craving an
extra large chocolate milkshake right about now."
A shadow passed over her face, and she unconsciously
rubbed her thumb against his palm. "Mac, do you think
Murdoc is dead?"
"One can only hope, Nikki. One can only hope."
