The long awaited continuation of Reunited, YES my muses did come back, I apologize that this part isn't beta'd.
Mac sat quietly in a semi-comfortable room. A nice hardwood table, chairs that were easy to sit in for hours if needed, a small refrigerator, even a TV, VCR, and a recliner added to the homey feeling. Somehow though the concrete gray walls with the exposed conduits and piping just seemed to clash with the rest of the décor. A video camera up in the corner, as well as the guard stationed outside helped to remind MacGyver that he was being held, against his will, by the US Government.
All his thoughts before stepping off the airplane consisted of fishing, vacation, and keeping his best friend out of trouble. It seemed like a lifetime ago that he was drugged, kidnapped, forced to hike for miles through the backcountry of Colorado, and then 'rescued' by the oh so friendly military. He knew he really shouldn't complain, the military personnel treated him as best they could. However that was about the same time the worst of this trip started. Confronted and ordered around by a man who could be his twin, subjected to the alphabet soup of medical tests, then telling the same story no less than ten times. Five of which to a shrink named McKenzie.
The thought of escaping crossed his mind, but the realization of the changes inside the mountain quickly discouraged him. Mac nabbed a can of soda from the mini-fridge wish it was a beer instead. He had just settled into the recliner when the door opened and his look a like walked in. Briefly, Mac noticed the Colonel set aside a duffle bag before going and standing in front of the surveillance camera.
O'Neill smiled evilly at the camera lens before taking a remote control out of his breast pocket and punching in a sequence that seemed to turn the camera off. Not once did Jack seem to acknowledge the presence of another person in the room. Instead he walked back to his duffle, picking it up again and moving over to the table. By this time, MacGyver was more than slightly curious. He turned off the television and sat up in the chair. He watched as O'Neill pulled out two dark colored bottles from his bag and sat them on the table. Relaxing back in the chair, O'Neill propped his feet up on the wooden table, opening on the bottles he threw back a healthy chug.
"Beer?" The Colonel offered, pointing to the second bottle.
Mac stood and walked over to the table, seating himself across from O'Neill. "Aren't these against regulations?" He asked taking up the beer.
"Well, I've been temporarily removed of duty until this all gets figured out," he responded with a shrug. "Besides, what are they gonna do, fire me? I'm up far enough on the food chain that I think they'll overlook it," O'Neill ended with a mischievous grin.
Mac couldn't help but chuckle as he took a drink. The two men fell into silence for a bit as they studied one another. "So, that Dr. McKenzie…" Mac started to say.
"Is a real quack?" O'Neill offered, happy to have the stillness broken. Mac nodded hastily. "I so totally refuse to talk to him."
"Wish I had that choice," Mac pouted.
"Send a few death threats his way, he'll get the general idea."
The two men bantered back and forth about minor things before settling into silence once more. As they finished their beers, O'Neill pulled two more from his pack and passed on across the table. "So, here's the deal," He took a deep breath before continuing. "From DNA testing, and also a call to my ma, it would you seem you and I are twins."
Mac raised an eyebrow, somehow he had already guessed and this just confirmed it. "Ya think?" His sarcastic tone was rewarded with one of the bottle caps being tossed at him.