Angus MacGyver had just finished an overseas mission. The brief had said that it would be a fairly simple mission; go in, get the newly developed weapon, get out again. But things never seem to go MacGyver's way. The mission took longer than expected, and he had been in a rather interesting little fight. Okay, little was an understatement. He was currently sporting a bruise on his knee bad enough that it wouldn't bend, multiple bruised ribs and he wasn't sure, but a possibly sprained wrist (it could just be bruised as well).
Unlike his house mate, Wilt Bozer, his girlfriend was aware of the true nature of his work. That was both good and bad. Good that he didn't have to lie to her, which made life a little simpler. Bad, because she and Riley were now quite good friends and the tech expert was in the habit of informing his girlfriend when he was in trouble.
It was late when MacGyver returned home from the mission. Quietly, he pushed open the front door to his apartment. The first thing he noticed was that it was a lot warmer than usual. The second thing was a pleasant smell. The whole room smelt like baked food, sweet and welcoming. Placing his bag down by the counter, he noticed that the entire counter was filled with cooling racks. An array of biscuits, slices and cupcakes were resting on the wire racks.
MacGyver smiled, looking at the food sitting on the counter. He knew exactly who was responsible. He was too tired to think about eating anything on display, instead making his way to his room. All he really wanted to do was sleep.
Pushing open his bedroom door, he found his girlfriend curled up around one of his old shirts, fast asleep. With a smile he stripped off his worn clothes and eased himself down on the bed and fell asleep.
I woke up to the sun shining through the top of the blinds. The first thing I was aware of, other than the stupidly bright sun, was that the bed was quite warm. Rolling over, I saw that I wasn't alone in the bed. A blonde head and pale arm were sticking out from the blankets. My lover was home, he must have returned some time during the night.
I looked at the clock on the wall, making out the time to be about 10am despite my still sleepy brain. I placed my hand softly on the pale arm, resting my head on the exposed shoulder.
"Morning sunshine," I whispered quietly.
MacGyver slowly opened his eyes and turned to look at me.
"Good morning," he smiled, his voice croaky from sleep.
"How are you feeling?" I asked, genuine concern in my voice.
MacGyver rolled over, wincing slightly as he did so.
"A little sore," he admitted, pushing back the covers. In doing so, he revealed the bruising on his chest.
I gasped, shocked at what I saw. MacGyver looked down, a little surprised himself at the colour of his ribs.
"I suppose I should get up and do something about my ribs," he gave me a small smile, "and knee." He winced as he swung his legs to the side of the bed.
Together, we slowly got Mac up and into some clothes.
I walked back into the kitchen, drying my hair with a towel. Mac was standing by the array of baked goods on the counter, mobile to his ear.
"Man, you gotta come over," drifted to me, "There is no way we can eat all this on our own."
I stopped, trying to figure out who he was talking to.
"You know what she's like, she bakes when she's stressed," there was a chuckle, "Jack, I'm not even sure how much food there is here, and there's probably more in the fridge."
Well, that solved that problem. He was talking to Jack Dalton.
I walked over and gently placed an arm around Mac's waist, careful not to put pressure on his ribs.
"Hello Jack" I said loud enough to be heard through the phone, "Do come over, there's plenty of food and I don't expect there's anything in your cupboards."
I heard Jack groan through the phone. "She's not wrong," He conceded. "But wouldn't you two be, you know, catching up." The suggestion behind his words was clear.
I felt my face growing warm, and MacGyver chuckled silently.
"No Jack," he said, "My ribs are far too bruised for any physical activity at the moment. Now please come over here and help me get rid of all this food." He said with finality, "And bring Riley with you if you can contact her," he added as an afterthought.
It was about midday and MacGyver, Jack, Riley and I sat around the fire pit, the fire not burning, nibbling at the various sweets laid out on trays around us. Well, Riley and I were nibbling, Jack was shovelling them down like there was going to be no tomorrow.
"And now I understand why you're still single," Riley commented, raising an eyebrow at Jack.
"No idea what you mean," he replied, voice muffled by the muffin currently filling his mouth.
Riley just stared at him, shaking her head.
"They won't go bad after one day," I said with a laugh.
"But they're just so good," He mumbled, reaching for a biscuit. "And I'm a growing boy."
"Growing round more like it," Riley quipped.
"Shush you," he replied, only it came out more like 'thuth oo.'
In the end no one left until late that night, when everyone was too full to eat anything more. That didn't mean that all the food was eaten, Riley took a dozen biscuits and Jack at least a dozen cupcakes. But everyone looked a lot more relaxed than when they had arrived, the smiles coming more naturally now that the danger of the mission was nothing more than a memory. It was all I could ask for.