Authors note: None of the characters of "MacGyver" belong to me. Melody, however, does.

Setting: Modern time, but the characters of "MacGyver" haven't aged.

Nothing Lasts Forever
Prologue

Melody had grown up in a nice house with a pretty good family. Life had always been hard, put they'd always survived. But then the day came, graduation day, when Melody found out she was pregnant. Her parents kicked her out and told her never to come back. Her boyfriend said she got pregnant on purpose and he wanted no part in its or her life. She had no car, no home, no friends, no job, and no where to go. So, at seventeen, she started living on the street.

It was scary at first, living on the streets, but she would talk to the baby growing inside her and, in a way, it gave her comfort. She found an alley near a restaurant where she stayed. She made a home out of two cardboard boxes, an old blanket and pillow, and newspapers. She'd get food from the garbage can behind the restaurant. However, because of this life style, three months later she lost the baby. She was sad, but relieved. The streets were no place to raise a baby.

For the next few years, she mostly stayed to herself. There were a few weirdoes that would try to pick her up, but she knew the area well enough that she could find hiding places to run to. Then, one night she was walking to a grocery store. She had found a dollar and she was going to see what she could buy at the store. She was almost at the store when she heard people run up behind her. She didn't have time to turn around before she was grabbed and drug into an alley.

MacGyver, after having spent the day running and being shot at, was glad that was over. He had a good job at the Phoenix Foundation, but sometimes it was a little too dangerous. He decided that since he hadn't eaten, on his way home he would stop and get a few things for a nice dinner. However, it was late and most of the stores were closed. He drove down the road looking for an all-night convenience store. He saw one and pulled up to a space near an alley. He went into the store and got things to make spaghetti and a bottle of champagne. He loved spaghetti and he loved champagne. So he thought he'd put the two together. He bought the items and, with the bag in his arms, headed to his car. He could hear scuffling coming from nearby and figured that cats were probably fighting in the nearby alley. As he got closer to the alley he heard a faint scream. He stopped in his tracks. He quietly sat down his bag and tip-toed to the alley. He peeked his head around the corner and saw two figures holding down someone who was struggling.

"Well there goes my peaceful night," he thought.

He started thinking about what to do. He couldn't fight two guys at once; he was doing good to fight one. He wasn't what you'd call a fighter. He was a thinker. He didn't have time to call the police. By the time they came the person in the alley could be dead. He looked around and thought. He looked at the ground and the bag. An idea started forming. He grabbed the bottle of champagne from his bag and went to the edge of the wall. He hid the bottle behind his back and stepped into the alleyway.

"Hey! You two! What's going on?" He yelled.

He saw them turn and heard one say, "Get him!" MacGyver ran to the other side of the opening and waited with his back against the wall, facing the parking lot. He hoped only one came out. He heard the racing footsteps get closer and he prepared himself. As soon as he saw the guy Mac slammed the bottle on the back of the guy's head. The man crumbled to the ground. Mac heard the other person start to run towards the opening so Mac grabbed the lead pipe he had seen on the ground. When the man came out, Mac hit the guy on the head as hard as he could. He wasn't very strong, but it worked. The guy crumbled beside his friend. Mac, still holding on to the pipe, cautiously entered the alley. He saw someone lying on the ground shaking. As he got closer he saw it was a young woman. Her clothes were tattered and dirty. He knelt beside her.