MacGyver did not return to Cheyenne Mountain, but instead returned to the hotel where he was staying. A week in Colorado, then back to the houseboat for some well deserved R&R... at least that's what he had hoped for. With the unexpected arrival of SG-1 through the Stargate... that might complicate things. At least nothing else out of the ordinary had happened lately. And yet...

That familiar spasm of dread passed through his mind and gut simultaneously. Mac, never the one to ignore such an obvious sign of impending danger, glanced swiftly out the window, then padded, in stocking feet, to the phone to get any messages he may have had.

There was but one.

A cold, eerie laugh penetrated Mac's hearing. He dropped the phone, cold shivers making the hair on the back of his neck stand out. It wasn't... It couldn't be...

"Murdoc..." He whispered.

"That's right, MacGyver. In the flesh."

Mac turned slowly. There he was, his arch enemy, grinning away with that creepy, Joker-like grin, sprawled on the sofa.

"No." Mac said quietly. "You're dead. I'm sure this time. I watched you die."

"Surprise, surprise, MacGyver." Murdoc said mockingly, malice twinkling in his brown eyes. "But I'm in a generous mood, today. Tell you what?" Murdoc advanced on Mac. "I'll let you live, if..." He paused, slightly overdramatically, "You take me to the Stargate."

The blood drained from Mac's face. He sat numbly, looking up at Murdoc. "How did you know about that?" It was barely a whisper.

"Does it really matter? Oh, and one more thing, just to square things up. I want the team who came through the 'Gate this morning."

"Murdoc..."

But Murdoc simply sauntered around behind him, and before Mac could react, he felt the cold barrel of a pistol against his neck.

"MacGyver."

"Murdoc, what do you want with the Stargate? We can't even use it!" Mac said quickly.

"A problem easily overcome." Murdoc growled.

"What do you say?"

Mac looked at his feet.

"They'll be at Cheyenne Mountain tomorrow morning."

"Good." The gun was withdrawn. Mac sighed.

"And... I'll know if you change your plans, MacGyver. I always do."

And as silently as he had come, Murdoc disappeared. Mac sighed, pulled on his white sneakers, and dashed out the door.

"I have to warn them."

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Major Carter pulled the car to a stop on the lonely road back to the house. The road block had not been there before. The cop leaning lazily against the sign tipped his hat up, slipped off his sunglasses, and approached the four.

"This road is closed." He said simply. He then leaned down, and looked inside the car. His eyes flashed.

"Get out of the car." The Goa'uld growled.

The four reluctantly exited the car. Teal'cs' hand strayed to his zat.

"I wouldn't if I were you..."

"Who are you?" Major Carter looked at the Goa'uld.

"My name is Akhenaten. I have been trapped on this infernal rock for three thousand years because I am the one true God among the Goa'uld." He grabbed Carter. As the others advanced upon him, he stretched his hand over her forehead. The ribbon device on his hand began to glow.

"Take me to the Chappa'ai, or she dies."

Starstarstar

The Jeep barely made it around the last curve, nearly careening off the side of a cliff. Mac was speeding dangerously, and he knew it, but if Murdoc killed SG-1...

He had to slam on the brakes to avoid the stopped car. He leapt out of his own Jeep.

"Murdoc!"

The Goa'uld turned, thrust Carter back toward SG-1, and strode toward MacGyver.

"I knew you would come to warn them, MacGyver..." He grinned nastily.

"He's a Goa'uld!" Daniel shouted.

"He's a what?" Mac looked at Murdoc. The villain's deep brown eyes glowed.

"What the hell is that?!?"

The ribbon device was brought up to Mac's forehead.

In a flash, Murdoc had collapsed.

Teal'c was looking murderous, zat in hand.

"...Something tells me we have some explaining to do." O'Neill said, finally meeting MacGyver's eyes.