Originally this was a drabble. However, I got me thinking about the other side of the story waaay after I'd written the first so – here's the unlooked for 2nd part. And nope – none of it is mine. If it was I'd not be working where I am now for a pittance of pay and a boss who isn't quite sure just what it is I do. That would be work sir. Not sure if you'd know what it is….

Brothers-In-Arms 2.

Perhaps it was just he was feeling old. Macgyver sighed. 'How long was it since I've done this?' he pondered. He wasn't even sure if he'd be able to find what he was looking for. Nor was he entirely sure why. He'd just woken up with the feeling that he should be doing this.

Pulling out yet another box he reached farther back in the storage cupboard wondering whether it would be in this box as opposed to the five others he had been convinced he had put it.

"Now or never." He murmured aloud as he took a deep breath.

Ripping off the tape that had originally kept the box tightly sealed, Macgyver paused momentarily before opening the slightly battered, very dusty and rather old cardboard box.

As he rummaged around, dragging out possessions he had once prized but long forgotten about.

"Man, would you look at that!" He delightedly exclaimed pulling a dull metal disc from the box, it's once bright ribbon looking frayed and faded. "We were so proud winning that."

He smiled and shook his head as the memories came back to him. "Our first real team effort. Man, that was so long ago."

Digging deeper he pulled out more and more of the old cardboard box, each item evincing more memories, many as dusty as the items he removed. Macgyver sighed. He'd reached the bottom of the box but still what he was looking for remained elusive. He got up and wandered away from the cupboard, wracking his brain as to where else he might have put it.

Going into the kitchen he helped himself to a drink before sitting down on his couch and puzzling over just where else he could look. Absentmindedly he finished his drink before returning to the cupboard. "I know it was in here somewhere..." He muttered as he peered into the back of the cupboard. He reached in, hoping that perhaps it had fallen out of the box; he had noticed that some of the boxes he had searched through were not in the best shape.

Finally after reaching right to the back of the cupboard his fingers felt something. Stretching as far as he could he grabbed onto the edge of something that felt wooden. Pulling out his prize, Macgyver grinned and sighed, feeling relieved.

"I knew it was there." He murmured triumphantly aloud to himself. "Hey there." He said to the photo as he wiped clean the dust off the picture held in the frame with his sleeve. "Long time no see."

Standing up, picture in hand, Macgyver returned to his kitchen to get a cloth to wipe over the glass covering the picture. Even though his sleeve had removed a fair amount of the dust and grime that had been covering the picture, there was still quite a bit remaining.

He voiced his thoughts to the picture as he cleaned it.

"Couldn't believe that you'd dropped out of the box… Thought for a moment I wouldn't find you… Isn't like I can go and get another now is it?" He asked almost rhetorically. "There. All cleaned up." He sighed as he gazed at the now clean, but slightly faded picture his memories of his past churning over in his mind.

"Damn you Jack. Why did you have to be so stubborn?"

He set the picture down on the kitchen table and walked out of the room.

Heh. No idea if there is another chapter. Possibly. Maybe. But as I'm unbelievably busy what with a part time degree, full time job and I'm hoping to take up Russian and jewellery making in September the likelihood of any fic appearing is very slim at best. Anyway – if you liked please R & R! Thankin' you. serendu