A/N: Hi! It's me again! Sorry it took so long! Hope everybody is doing well, me not so much. I found out that my dream vacation that I was scheduled to go on in Sept has been canceled. It's like I was coping well with having no job for several months, one thing re-scheduled, multiple trips canceled, but this one hit me like a wrecking ball. Sorry, y'all didn't come here to hear me complain, you came for Mac and company and the Winchesters! On with the show! Thanks to BabyGenius for the beta, and as always I don't own MacGyver or Supernatural.
Sam realized that he was getting weaker—his legs were beginning to feel like jello and his side throbbed in time to his heartbeat. He knew with a clarity that scared him that if they weren't rescued in the next hour or so then he was probably a goner, again. Gathering up his remaining energy, he called out to Mac, who was looking around the basement with a confused look on his face. "Hey Mac, you with me?" When Sam called his name Mac looked back over to him.
"Wh' you and wh' rr we?" Mac stopped and touched his head again, smearing the blood on his face. "Muh head hurts." He was slurring his words, which was a huge red light for Sam. If Mac didn't get help pretty soon Sam was worried that he might have permanent brain damage or worse.
"There was an earthquake and we kinda fell into the basement. I'm Sam."
Mac grimaced. "There was a Dean, right? I'm pretty sure there was a Dean."
While Mac was talking Sam took the opportunity to do a visual assessment of him to see if he could be of any help with a potential rescue, but with the way he was slurring his words, not remembering what happened, and the look of confusion on his face, Sam feared that he wouldn't be any help.
"Yes, there is a…." Sam trailed off as the building moaned and shifted, causing the ground to move a little, but that was enough to make both Mac and Sam lose their balance. Mac tried to steady himself, but his right foot gave out sending him sprawling to the ground. Sam was somewhat able to hold himself upright, but the movement caused pain so intense he saw white and passed out.
"What do you mean he's stuck under the roof?" Jack exclaimed.
Riley sighed, "I mean that he and Sam fell through the floor, and then the ceiling collapsed on top of where they fell. Now if you'll quit giving me the third degree I'm going to try to get in contact with the Phoenix so Matty can be sending some help this way."
Dean stepped into the argument. "First you're going to let me bandage up those hands before you try to do anything else." Riley's hands were covered in cuts, blood, and dirt from where she had rescued Dean and Jack.
She looked at her hands, squared her shoulders and said, "I'll be fine."
Dean was about to try to talk some sense into her, but Jack beat him to it. "Just do what he says, Darlin'. You'll be of no help if you can't use your hands at all. Plus what are we all the time telling Mac?"
Riley sighed and rolled her eyes. "Fine. You can bandage them."
"Okay, I'm going to run into the kitchen to grab some supplies. You sit tight. Hey Jack," Dean called, getting Jack's attention, "Don't let her touch anything." With that he jogged into the kitchen.
Stepping into the ruined kitchen, Dean stopped and looked around. Quickly locating a first aid kit and gloves, he carefully made his way over to them and grabbed several water bottles from the overturned refrigerator. He made his way out with his prizes, stopping only when he saw a person lying on the floor. Dean realized that Riley must have been in there, because the cook was in the recovery position. Deciding to leave him there for now, he made his way back to where Riley was impatiently waiting with Jack standing beside her, talking lowly.
"Hey," Dean called, "Catch." Dean tossed one of the water bottles to Jack, who deftly snatched it out of the air with his good arm.
Cracking the top off, Jack drained most of it in one gulp. "Thanks man." Dean nodded and set his items down on a table that Jack had righted. "I'm going over there to see if I can figure out a way to get your bro and Mac out."
Dean nodded and turned his attention to Riley's hands; hands that she had messed up rescuing him. He flipped open the first aid kit grabbing the gauze, antiseptic, and peroxide. Turning his attention back to Riley he instructed her, "Okay, hold your hands out flat. I'm going to clean them with the water, then the peroxide. Dry that off, hit it with some antibiotic cream, then I figured we could use the gloves as a large bandage so that you can continue using your hands, hopefully without further aggravating them or getting more dirt in them, alright?"
Riley's posture had gone from one of agitation to cooperative as he talked. He realized that she had thought he had been trying to bench her. As he worked he talked. While he gently washed the dirt and blood away he asked, "So what's this contraption that you built to free us?"
Her eyes looked at the lever. "Just something Mac would have built." She hissed as he hit a tender spot.
"Sorry."
"You're fine," Riley responded.
With most of the dirt washed off, Dean applied the peroxide and watched all the various cuts and scrapes bubble. "Mac build a lot of stuff? He told me about the think tank cover, but we didn't go in depth about what that meant."
Riley grinned faintly. "Yeah, Mac's a genius at this stuff. He can take a few sticks of gum, a paperclip, and a salt shaker and make an explosive or whatever we need to save the day." She hissed another pained breath as he wiped the hands dry before applying the antiseptic. "He's pretty handy to have around."
Dean grinned, "It sounds like it. Now let's get those gloves on so you can do your thing." Dean held open the glove while Riley put her hand inside, they then repeated this maneuver with the next hand. As soon as the last glove was on, Riley grabbed her backpack and fished out her laptop. Dean cracked open the other two bottles of water and grabbed one of the blister packs of Advil. Wordlessly he handed a bottle of water and the Advil pack to Riley who, with an eye roll, accepted the offerings, quickly throwing back the pills as the laptop booted up.
Dean took a large gulp of water, relishing the cold feeling down his dry throat. He took another much slower drink and walked over to where Jack was examining the cave-in.
"Any ideas?" Dean asked as he came to a stop beside Jack.
Jack sighed, "Not really. Mac's the one who's good at this stuff. I'm better at hitting and shooting things."
After taking another drink and finishing off the water bottle, Dean tossed it aside. "Yeah, I get ya. Sammy's the brains and I'm the good looking one." That got a chuckle out of Jack. "What's that old saying, 'What would MacGyver do'?"
"He would gather random junk and make a hover board, but I'm not him." Jack sighed and rubbed at his head.
"Hey, we could use what Riley used to pull the roof off of…." Dean stopped at the crash and bang that came from behind him.
"Riley? Are you ok?" Jack shouted out in a panic, running over to her, Dean trailed behind him, though not as quickly.
Riley coughed a few times from all the dust that had been stirred up. "I'm fine Jack. It was just the lever system that I used to get you out." She shrugged. "It lasted longer than I thought it would."
Dean nodded, "You get that message out to your top secret spy boss?"
"Almost, I've got to tweak a few things, then I should be able to relay a message back to The Phoenix," Riley stated as she stepped back over to her laptop.
The two men walked back over to where their family was trapped. "Do you think we could just shove it aside?" Dean asked.
Jack shook his head, "Don't you think I already tried that?" He snapped.
"Well would it hurt to try with both of us?" Dean shot back.
Jack gestured at the pile of rubble, "Be my guest Rambo." Dean walked over and tried to find a good spot to push. He threw all his weight into it, but it didn't even budge. "I hate to say I told you so, but I told you so."
Dean was getting more and more frustrated by the minute. "We need to get this off so we can make sure they're alright down there," he stated, frustrated.
"Don't you think I don't know that! I know Mac has to be hurt, or he would have already had this thing moved and we'd be on our way. Now pull your head out of your butt."
"Boys, let's all calm down." Riley interjected as she walked up. Dean and Jack both took steps away from each other and turned to Riley. "I was able to get a message out to Matty. She said that the earthquake was localized to this area and that she would be sending help as soon as she could. Now, what's being done to rescue Mac and Sam?"
"He didn't like my idea of moving it the way you did, but hasn't come up with any better ideas," Dean stated angrily.
"You were just piggy-backing off of Riley's idea, it's not like you though it up," Jack shot back.
"Calm down you two!" Riley ordered. "This is a much bigger area than where you two were trapped, so I agree that I don't think it would work, but what can work?" Riley asked.
After a period of silence Jack admitted. "I don't have a clue. Mac just looks around then starts building something that saves our butts."
"All I see is broken stuff," Dean commented.
"That's not ver…." Riley trailed off as the ground started shaking again.
"Awww shit, not again!" Dean exclaimed as he tried to get to the door frame that Riley had hid under earlier, but with a mighty groan the massive piece of roof shifted and Dean stopped in his tracks. The shaking stopped as quickly as it had started, but now there was a gap where one hadn't been before.
Jack dropped down to the hole. "You see anything?" Dean asked as he tried to peer down in there with him.
"It's too dark," Jack replied. "Although, I see a faint glow down there. Sam! Mac! Can you hear me?" He shouted.
All three held their breaths, but heard nothing. Jack tried again, "MacGyver, Sam let me know if you can hear my voice." He paused, listening. "Hold on, help is coming." Jack stood up. "I can't really see down there. There are a bunch of pipes that crisscross up here, then it's a drop into the darkness. I think I might have heard a reply the second time I called to them, but it was faint."
Dean snapped his fingers, "I've got a couple of flashlights and some rope in the car." Then he froze, how could he have forgotten bout Baby? "Oh crap, Baby!" He rushed out the door, worried about the state he would find his beloved car in.
Stepping out into the parking lot, Dean discovered his precious car to be safe and sound, but the same couldn't be said of the SUV that the Phoenix team drove. The restaurant's sign had fallen over and crashed down right on top of the vehicle. Dean winced at the destruction. The sign had fallen almost directly in the middle, smashing the top in.
"Awwww, man!" Jack exclaimed when he saw the destruction of the SUV. "Matty's gonna kill me!"
Jack had followed Dean out of the restaurant, with Riley trailing along behind. "She totally is," Riley agreed.
Dean smirked, he was beginning to like this Matty more and more, and he hadn't even met the woman. As he approached Baby he tried to remember where he and Sam had put the flashlights. Dean realized that they were in the trunk with the rest of their supplies; he made sure that the Phoenix agents were where they couldn't see into the trunk before he opened it. It was one thing knowing about the supernatural, but another to see the contents of his trunk. Plus, he had a feeling that Jack might try to con him out of his prized grenade launcher. Quickly he grabbed the two flashlights and a coil of rope and shut the trunk before Jack and Riley had a chance to look into it.
Jack and Riley had been busy at the totaled SUV. They had managed to find another flashlight and a huge first aid kid. "I grabbed all that I could," Jack said. "I'm glad it was our car that got hit instead of y'all's. It would be a shame to see her all banged up like that."
Dean nodded as they stepped back into the restaurant. "Unfortunately she's had to have several makeovers."
"Really?" Riley asked. "It looks as nice as Jack keeps his babies, and we're not even allowed to eat in there for fear of messing it up."
"Yeah, Baby's been through a lot. She was hit broadside by a Semi, later was flipped on her roof, and then drove through a sign." Dean ticked off each injustice done to Baby. She was really a trooper.
Jack stared at him in horror, "I hope you weren't in the car when all this happened?"
"The first two times, yeah." Dean grimaced, remembering the shape he had been in when the possessed trucker had t-boned Baby. "Thankfully the last time was only cosmetic damage, and Sam did a good job of getting her fixed up."
"I'm really going to have to get my hands on those books, 'cause I know there is a great story behind all those accidents," Riley said.
Dean shrugged, setting the rope down and switching on the flashlights while Jack did the same. "Save yourself the trouble and don't."
Riley grinned, "Well now I'm really going to have to. So, how do we want to do this?" She asked, pointing at the small opening.
Jack shrugged, "Well I'm hoping that we can dangle this here rope down there to them, and they can just climb up it." Dean and Riley both looked at him. "But when is it ever that easy?"
"Never," Dean muttered under his breath. He grabbed one of the flashlights and laid down at the edge of the hole, shining his light down. The beam cut through the darkness like a hot knife through butter, but it still didn't illuminate the bottom very well. "Sam!" Dean hollered. "Mac?"
"Ean?" quietly floated up from the bottom. It was Sam's voice, but it was weak. Dean moved the beam around, trying to locate where his brother had answered from. Then he found him. Sam was laid up against some rubble and it looked like something was protruding from his side. "I see you bro. Help's on its way." Sam weakly gave him a thumbs up. "Where's Mac?" Dean called down after Jack gave him a nudge. Sam pointed and Dean's light followed the path to what had initially looked like a pile of rags or rubble, but turned out to be MacGyver. "Thanks, hang tight."
Dean sat up, "We've got to get someone down there, now! It looks like Sam has something stuck in him, and Mac's not moving."
"I'll go," Jack volunteered immediately.
"Not with that arm," Dean said. "Plus I don't think you'll fit."
"You're not exactly in fitting shape there either pal" Jack shot back, obviously insulted.
Riley sighed, "Neither one of you are going. I'm small enough to fit and not as badly wounded as you both are."
"What about your hands?" Dean asked with concern.
"They aren't hurting too bad, and the gloves are helping a lot." She looked at Jack. "I can do this. Mac and Sam need help now."
Jack sighed, "Fine." He held up a finger. "But you are going down prepared, with the first aid kit and a walkie-talkie."
"We have walkie-talkies?" Riley asked.
Nodding, Jack pulled them out of the first aid bag. He turned them on and tested them before handing one to Riley. She clipped it to her packet and walked back over to where Dean was unwinding the rope. Seeing Riley he explained, "We're going to tie the first aid kit to the bottom of the rope and lower it to the ground. Then have you climb down the rope. Can you do that?"
Riley nodded. "I was the only one in gym class to ring the bell."
Jack walked back over, handing her a lit flashlight, which she put in her pocket. "Make sure your grip is tight and don't let go until you have a firm hold with your other hand." He grabbed the end of the rope and tied it off to the top of the first aid kit. Dean picked it up and carefully lowered it through the pipes at the top and all the way to the bottom.
He looked around for something to tie the rope off with. Finding what he was looking for, he quickly tied it off and they were ready. "Ladies first," Dean said, gesturing at the rope. Riley sat with her feet dangling through the hole. She carefully started lowering herself, first though the pipes then the rest of the way. She was close to the ground when the rope groaned and suddenly broke, leaving Riley to plummet the rest of the way to the ground.