As Pete stayed behind the wall with gun in hand, the figure moved closer
and closer making him tense up. But he was willing to do whatever he could
to save his best friend no matter what the cost. MacGyver had been there
several times for Pete, so Pete was going to be there for him whenever the
opportunity called for it. And this defiantly called for it.
"Allright, look, whoever you are, we're not afraid of you. So come out and show your face!" Pete called out to the mysterious intruder.
"Aw come on, Pete, is a gun really... mm... necessary?" MacGyver asked in between shallow breaths.
Pete cringed at the sound of his best friend, and nodded. "No, but at least I can scare them a little."
"Scare who?"
Pete suddenly turned around at the sound of a man's voice behind him and knocked him to the ground, soon hearing a plea of protest. "Whoa, whoa, Pete! It's me!"
Pete sighed heavily when he saw none other than Jack lying on the floor in front of him. "Jack?! What are you doing here?!"
"What? Am I not welcome into your little adventures or something? I mean, come on, I was feeling pretty bored for awhile there."
"Well what happened to the plane?" Penny asked.
"Fixed and ready to go! Now all I need is three passengers and we'll be rarin' to go! So wh- hey Mac, what's with the lyin' on the floor gag? You're not bleeding or anything ar- oh. I guess you are. Wait a minute! You're bleedin'! What happened?!"
"Oh, you know me, Jack... Bullets love me," Mac stated weakly.
Jack looked down towards Pete's gun in his hand. "Oh my god, you shot Mac?!"
"No, silly! Pete would never do that! That dead guy over there did!" Penny said.
"Oh," Jack replied with a sick look on his face. "Okay. Just checkin'."
Pete rolled his eyes along with a sigh, and made his way over to MacGyver, who by now was looking worse than Pete had ever seen him in all the time they knew each other. "Ready to go, MacGyver?"
"Ready as ever, Pete," he replied in a weak voice.
As Pete blinked to hold his tears back, he silently nodded and motioned for Jack to come to his side. "Allright, now on three we're going to lift you up, MacGyver, and help you walk to the plane."
"Sure, no problem. Lead the way."
Jack scratched his head and shook it uncertainly. "Aw, I don't know, Pete."
"About what, Jack?" Pete replied.
"Shouldn't we call for help, instead? I mean, he looks like if we try to even sit him upright he could collapse like a potato."
"Look, Jack, we don't have time to call for help. And who knows who else could be here? He could wind end dead if we wait here. No, our best bet is to get him on that plane and get him to the nearest hospital there is!"
"Oh my god!"
"Penny, what's wrong?!" Pete said, immediately aiding her side.
"We may be too late all ready!"
"Well, why's that?" Jack asked with a confused look.
"Because MacGyver's not breathing, that's why!"
TBC...
"Allright, look, whoever you are, we're not afraid of you. So come out and show your face!" Pete called out to the mysterious intruder.
"Aw come on, Pete, is a gun really... mm... necessary?" MacGyver asked in between shallow breaths.
Pete cringed at the sound of his best friend, and nodded. "No, but at least I can scare them a little."
"Scare who?"
Pete suddenly turned around at the sound of a man's voice behind him and knocked him to the ground, soon hearing a plea of protest. "Whoa, whoa, Pete! It's me!"
Pete sighed heavily when he saw none other than Jack lying on the floor in front of him. "Jack?! What are you doing here?!"
"What? Am I not welcome into your little adventures or something? I mean, come on, I was feeling pretty bored for awhile there."
"Well what happened to the plane?" Penny asked.
"Fixed and ready to go! Now all I need is three passengers and we'll be rarin' to go! So wh- hey Mac, what's with the lyin' on the floor gag? You're not bleeding or anything ar- oh. I guess you are. Wait a minute! You're bleedin'! What happened?!"
"Oh, you know me, Jack... Bullets love me," Mac stated weakly.
Jack looked down towards Pete's gun in his hand. "Oh my god, you shot Mac?!"
"No, silly! Pete would never do that! That dead guy over there did!" Penny said.
"Oh," Jack replied with a sick look on his face. "Okay. Just checkin'."
Pete rolled his eyes along with a sigh, and made his way over to MacGyver, who by now was looking worse than Pete had ever seen him in all the time they knew each other. "Ready to go, MacGyver?"
"Ready as ever, Pete," he replied in a weak voice.
As Pete blinked to hold his tears back, he silently nodded and motioned for Jack to come to his side. "Allright, now on three we're going to lift you up, MacGyver, and help you walk to the plane."
"Sure, no problem. Lead the way."
Jack scratched his head and shook it uncertainly. "Aw, I don't know, Pete."
"About what, Jack?" Pete replied.
"Shouldn't we call for help, instead? I mean, he looks like if we try to even sit him upright he could collapse like a potato."
"Look, Jack, we don't have time to call for help. And who knows who else could be here? He could wind end dead if we wait here. No, our best bet is to get him on that plane and get him to the nearest hospital there is!"
"Oh my god!"
"Penny, what's wrong?!" Pete said, immediately aiding her side.
"We may be too late all ready!"
"Well, why's that?" Jack asked with a confused look.
"Because MacGyver's not breathing, that's why!"
TBC...
