i'm real sorry for the wait! i just havent been able to think... writer's block... anyways, i did this late at night, so it may seem a tad childish, well... never mind, please tell me what you think!
Mac ran off leaving the other two 'O'Neills' stranded. They sat and waited knowing that whatever their twin was doing, he would get it done best if he were alone. They waited… and waited. Not that it was long, but it wasrather boring.
Ten minutes later, Mac came running back. His eyes were lit up like a kid in a candy shop. Hawke and O'Neill stared at him.
"What'd you do?" Hawke asked.
"Yeah? You look like you just ran out of a bank with tons of money."
MacGyver sighed happily. "You'll never believe what I found!"
"What?" the two said sarcastically. Mac scowled at them briefly.
"Dry ice, detergent, baking soda, and vinegar."
Well, they knew what baking soda and vinegar did, it created lame volcanoes, if you did it right. Now what about the dry ice and detergent?
"So…?" Jack urged.
"So, dry ice and detergent makes a lot of bubbles." Seeing their disbelief, he added, "A LOT of bubbles. And piled under a bunch of tins and pans, well…"
They smiled happily. "It makes a big distraction." Mac nodded proudly, a job well done!
"How many did you set up?" Jack asked quietly.
"Three. One in each corner, except the one behind us."
"Sweet!"
"Shhh! All we have to do is wait a minute or two."
A minute or two later, crashing could be hear. The guys with guns jumped up, startled at the loud noise, and ran to different places trying to find the source of the noise. Smartly, they left one guy to watch the open space. Carefully, Jack O'Neill took aim. Thud. One done, four to go.
"Next time, I get to zat him!" Hawke protested. O'Neill nodded.
"Whatever." MacGyver grinned slightly.
"Let's go!" The trio took off across the area as fast as they could run. Just as they past the downed guard, one of the others saw them and starting shooting, drawing the attention of the others. Jack, Jack, and Mac sought refuge behind a Ford. Hawke and O'Neill starting firing back. One by one they hit the floor, unconscious. Mac checked one guy over to find that what his twins said was true, they were only stunned. He turned to them.
"Cool!"
"Yeah, sweet little things aren't they?" Hawke showed off, proudly looking his zat over.
"Hey, think this car works?" Mac asked.
"I hope so," O'Neill answered. They hopped in as O'Neill took the wheel. He reached for the ignition and found a key in it.
"Well would you look at that? Someone left a key in the car!"
"Jack!" the younger warned. Jack Sr. smugly grinned back. Because the door of the warehouse had been opened, Jack drove the truck straight out onto the dirt road leading away from their captors.
"So, where we going?" Mac asked once they got out on the highway.
"Cheyenne Mountain Complex," the driver answered.
"Gotta cell?"
"Uh sure. Hold on…" Hawke fooled around a bit until he fished out his cell phone, which looked remarkably like O'Neill's. O'Neill glowered at the younger man, who shrugged his shoulders.
"What can I say, I liked the phone." MacGyver rolled his eyes good-naturedly and placed his call.
"Hey Pete, its Mac… Yeah, I'm fine… You heard about that? Well, I'm headed to the Cheyenne Complex with some… friends of mine… No, you can't come… No Pete, I'm fine! Take care… yeah, see ya." He hung up and tossed the phone back at Hawke.
"Don't mean to be prodding, but who's-"
"Pete? Peter Thorton, He's a good friend of mine, he was once my boss at the Phoenix Foundation."
"Hey, I've heard of that place!" piped the Jack in the back of the truck. "The Phoenix Foundation is a "think tank" in Californ-i-a, right?"
"Yeah. Now pipe down youngin!" Mac joked. For that, he got a smack on the shoulder.
"Now, now children, do I have to separate the two of you?" said O'Neill mockingly. They sat like perfect angels and answered him.
"No Father."
"Good."