A/N: Almost two years ago when I wrote MacGyver + Dean I never imagined that I would be writing a sequel to it, much less a multi-chaptered story! It was several very wonderful reviewers asking for more that prompted me to write this story. Thank you! With what is going on in the world right now I feel like we need fanfiction now more than ever (I'm getting thought all of those stories that were in my backlog!) So I hope you enjoy this little tale! I want to thank Snowecat for her help brainstorming, and a HUGE thanks to BabyGenius for the beta work! As always I do not own MacGyver or Supernatural. Now on with the story!
Jack Dalton breathed a sigh of relief as he cut through his partner, Angus MacGyver's, bindings. He had been worried that his young charge had been captured by Murdoc again and was being tortured. In Jack's mind he could just see all the ways that Murdoc, that psycho, could have been torturing him. He was relieved to see that Mac looked to be in one piece and the only marks that Jack could see were from him ripping the tape off. Arguing from across the room caught his attention, and tore him from his thoughts.
"Could you be a bit gentler there Sasquatch?" The other guy who had been tied up with Mac asked his brother, Sam Winchester, as he rubbed his arms where he had been taped to the chair just like Mac had been. Jack and Sam had had a few minutes to get acquainted when they ran into each other in the hallway both looking for their wayward ones. If Jack remembered correctly, Sam's older brother was Dean.
"Sorry, Dean." Sam replied. "I'll try to be gentler next time." The taller man sounded apologetic.
Jack stood up and went over to grab Mac's stuff from the pile in the corner, while he was there he decided to go ahead and grab Dean's things too. He could hear Riley Davis, their computer guru, out in the hallway on the phone. Jack figured that she was talking to their boss, Matty Webber. When they realized that Mac was missing Matty had put out a red alert, so she needed to be told that they had found their wayward genius. The petite redhead that had somehow gotten the door open was walking around the small space, staring at the blank walls with a smile on her face that sent shivers down Jack's back; he gave her a wide berth. He handed the Winchester brothers Dean's clothes and boots then turned to Mac who was still sitting in the chair looking lost. "How you doing, Bud?" Jack gently asked, crouching down in front of Mac, intent on helping him into his shoes and socks. 'What kind of psycho takes a person's socks off. Your tootises will get cold!' Jack thought as he slipped the sock over Mac's cold foot.
Mac was biting his lip, his eyes were darting around, and he was absentmindedly rubbing his wrist where the restraints had been, Jack wasn't sure if Mac even realized that he had put one of his socks on, so he slipped on another one while Mac was still spaced out, knowing that once Mac snapped out of it he would refuse any help. Getting no reply Jack tried again to get Mac's attention, this time by snapping his fingers and waving his hand in front of Mac's face. The kid looked a million miles away. "Earth to Mac. Do you read me?"
A sigh, "Yes Jack. I can hear you."
Mac's eyes traveled back to Jack's face. "Sorry Hoss, you had me a little worried."
With a sigh Mac rubbed his face and threaded his hand through his blonde hair mussing it up in the process. "Sorry, it's a lot to process."
Jack frowned, not understanding. Mac had been tied up in a chair, what was there to process…but he trusted Mac. If he said something happened, then something happened. "You want to tell me about it?" Jack asked quietly, letting his boy know that he was there for him.
At first Mac shook his head, then he paused as if he was reconsidering and nodded. "But not right now. Right now I need to use the bathroom, and get some food in me." Then Mac's expression changed to one that Jack was much more familiar, a slight smirk. "So which of you arrived here first?"
Dean, who had also been freed and was slipping on a plaid shirt, stepped over, "Yeah, which one of y'all got here first?" He pointed at Jack then Sam.
Exchanging glances with Sam, Jack shrugged.
"I think it was about the same time," Sam answered. "Why?"
Grinning, Dean answered, "Whoever's rescue arrived last was going to pick up the bill for supper, or is it breakfast?" Dean shot a grin to Sam, who groaned.
"Of course you would place a bet on who got rescued first. And it's like four am or something like that," Sam said, shaking his head. Jack could feel the exasperation coming off of him and with what Mac sometimes put him though, he could relate.
Ignoring his brother Dean motioned to Jack. "You must be Jack. Mac said that you would know a good place to eat after we got rescued, and I guess everybody pays for their own meal." Dean shrugged.
Nodding, Jack thought a second, "Yeah, I know a pretty good all night diner a couple of miles away from here up in the hills. They got good pie and hot coffee, everything a man needs for a good meal."
Sam shook his head, threw up his hands, and walked over the where the redhead was intently staring at a section of the blank wall. Jack figured he was about to complain about stupid older brothers.
A smile lit up Dean's face, "What more could a man ask for?" He held out his fist.
Jack bumped it with a grin. "Right on brother!"
Mac, who had been tying up his shoes, looked up at the two of them, "Are you sure you are not related?" He asked in exasperation.
"I don't think so, but I could call my sister, she is the one who is into all that geology stuff." Jack said, knowing good and well that it was genealogy, but was checking to make sure that Mac was actually back.
"Genealogy, not geology." Mac said with a sigh and a shake of his head. "I'm going to step out real quick. I'll meet you by the car." Jack kept an eye on Mac and saw that Riley joined him. Knowing that Mac was safe with Riley, he turned his attention to the Winchester brothers who were preparing to exit.
"Nothing happened in here to Mac did it?" Jack asked suspiciously. He heard a giggle from behind him.
"Does the truth count?" The Scottish woman asked. The redhead barely came up to his shoulder, but he would not want to be alone with her in a dark alley. Jack gave Dean a quizzical look.
Dean shook his head. He looked exhausted, "We'll explain over some food. I feel like my stomach is trying to eat itself." With that he strode out of the room, Sam quickly fell in behind his older brother, obviously not ready to let him out of his sight yet. Jack moved to follow, but the redhead stopped him with a dainty hand laid lightly on his chest.
"Let Auntie Rowena give you a wee bit of advice. No matter how much distance separates you, make sure he always can get a hold of you. You'll both need it in the times to come." And with that cryptic statement she gathered her gown and swept out of the room like a queen exiting, all grace and royalty.
'Who was 'he'? Did she mean Mac or Dean or even Sam?" Scratching his head in befuddlement, Jack slowly made his way outside to join everybody else. As he walked, he closed his eyes and prayed a prayer of thanks to God for his help in the finding of Mac, and his thankfulness that Mac didn't seem to be injured.
Outside he found the Winchester brothers leaned up against a sweet midnight black '67 Chevy Impala. Jack hadn't noticed exactly what Sam had been driving as they pulled up outside the bunker, but now he did. Letting out a low whistle of appreciation, he approached the car. Dean stepped forward, "You a car guy?"
Jack grinned, "Oh yeah! I've got a GTO and a Shelby Cobra back at home."
"Nice! Baby here's been in the family for longer than I have."
"Y'all get her new?"
Dean got a soft smile on his face, "Naw, dad got her from a used car lot as a way to woo mom." Nodding, Jack walked around her, admiring the beauty of the car. Dean followed behind him as Sam moved to get into the car. "He gave her to me. I try to keep her in mint condition." That got a snort from Sam. Dean glared at his brother, and kept talking. "But due to the nature of our business…." Dean trailed off, shrugging.
Jack was about to inquire as to exactly what the nature of their business was, when a black SUV pulled up. Rowena drew up her skirt and made her graceful way over to the waiting car.
"Hey Red. Where ya goin?" Dean asked
Rowena turned, "As much as I enjoy slumming it with you boys. The damsel has been rescued, and that is my cue to depart. Ciao." She left them with a mischievous smile and a wave as she climbed in the SUV and it pulled off onto the highway.
Dean had a confused look on his face. "Did she just call me a damsel?" He seemed genuinely perplexed.
Riley walked over to them. Jack could tell that she had something on her mind from how she was walking toward them. "If you guys are done with the mutual appreciation of your cars, Mac and I are starving."
"Make that three." Sam called from his front seat in the Impala. Riley gestured towards the car hurrying him up, as she climbed into the back seat, impatiently staring at him the whole time.
Jack smiled, Riley became downright hangry when there was food to be had and she had to wait. "You want to follow me up there?" Jack asked. Dean nodded as he slid into the driver's seat, and fired her up. Jack grinned at the sound of the motor. Dean kept her in fine shape. With that in mind he slipped into the SUV that Matty had lent him from the Phoenix's carpool. Mac threw him a grin from where he sat in the front passenger seat.
"I figured you two would get along. How long was I gone?" Mac asked as he stifled a yawn.
Riley answered from the backseat. "Bozer isn't sure. We found your Jeep parked in the grocery store's lot, but no sight of you."
"Don't worry, Bozer drove your Jeep back home." Jack interjected before Mac could do more than open his mouth to ask.
Riley took back over as Jack navigated a turn. "We've estimated that you were gone somewhere from twelve to eighteen hours."
"Huh." The silence stretched on.
Jack couldn't take it anymore. "What happened in that room, Mac? Are you really ok?"
Mac paused then nodded, "I'm ok, at least physically."
"Did that dude, Dean, do something to you?" Jack growled out loud at the thought of sharing food with someone who may have hurt Mac.
"No." Mac shook his head with a little chuckle. "He was just as much a prisoner as I was. It was just…." Mac trailed off.
"It was just what?" Riley asked. She was just as concerned about Mac as Jack was.
A sigh. "Some of the stuff he told me sounds crazy, but what happened, and then Rowena. I'm not sure exactly what to believe." Mac sounded lost and unsure of himself in a way that broke Jack's heart. But he had to know what exactly had transpired in that room.
In a soft, comforting voice, Riley asked, "What did he tell you?"
"That monsters are real."
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Chuck aka God was lounging around in his favorite bathrobe, idly picking at his guitar. He was in his favorite hangout, the bar. He idled over to the bar and poured himself a drink. Amara, his sister, said that she was off to center herself, whatever that meant, and had disappeared a couple of weeks ago, with no return date in sight. With a sigh he tossed back the rest of the drink, and pick up his guitar. What a funny instrument he thought as he strummed a few cords. Then as he absentmindedly strummed at the at the strings, he sat in his chair. Might as well listen to some prayers, he thought. The first one came through loud and clear, 'Dear Lord thank you for keeping Mac and that Winchester kid safe yet again, and for us being able to find him. Maybe Granny was right..."
The prayer broke off like a needle scratching across a record causing Chuck to hit a bad cord. The Winchester kid? That could only mean one thing, the Winchesters had ran into the Phoenix Foundation way too early. Chuck snapped his fingers and a copy of the Winchester Gospel fell into his lap. Flipping through, he found what he was looking for. They weren't supposed to meet for a couple more years. Somebody had been screwing with his carefully laid plains, again! He knew of one way to show them who was still Boss around here.
With a snap he was standing outside of the restaurant that the Winchesters and the Phoenix Foundation agents were eating at. He contemplated his next step carefully. He could just smite them all off the face of the Earth, but where was the fun in that? He stood there thinking: then it came to him, a natural disaster! Even the paranoid Winchesters wouldn't think that there was anything sinister behind a natural disaster.
Chuck grinned, okay now that he had the what he had to figure out the how. A tornado would really be giving it away, as would a ranging wildfire, mudslide was also out, a great tsunami would be awesome, but also suspicious. Then it hit him, an earthquake, after all, it was California. Chuck thought for a second, 'Do I really want to potentially kill Sam and Dean after all we have been though together?" Then he shrugged, he really didn't care if any of them lived or died, there were the others he could amuse himself with. Someone had already messed with his plans, so he would see how they liked it when he messed with theirs. He snapped his fingers, and the ground shook.
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