It was a Saturday, and so far we had spent most of the day lounging around the apartment. I sat on the couch, curled up with an Agatha Christie novel. It had been a long week at work, and she was a guilty pleasure of mine. While I sat and read, Bozer and MacGyver were playingMario kart. Apparently competing against each other was something the two had done since they were boys, any time they found they had plenty of time and nothing of importance to do. And surprisingly Bozer was the better of the two players, unsurprisingly he was also the more competitive.

At about midday, Bozer leapt up. He had forgotten that he promised a couple of Uni friends that he would go to a film screening, and that started at 12.30. Luckily the theatre that was screening the films was a small one literally three streets down from us.
I took the remote that Bozer had been using and we played a few more rounds. MacGyver won these rounds hands down, my lack of coordination making it difficult for me to catch the kart being driven by the dexterous blonde. As we finished another round, MacGyver's Luigi taking the 1st position on the platform and my Yoshi finally making it to the podium at third, I looked away from the TV to check my phone.
"Huh, it's 1 o'clock," I mused.
The time had slipped away while we were furiously racing around the tracks.
"Lunch?" MacGyver questioned.
We had both eaten breakfast late but it was probably time for another meal.
"Yea, lunch," I replied, standing and walking towards the kitchen.
MacGyver stood up, walking behind me and spinning me towards him.
"No," he replied, "Go put some jeans on, we're going out somewhere."
"Like a date?" I said sweetly, smiling.
He shook his head at me, smiling also. "Yes sweetheart, like a date."

15 minutes later we were sitting outside a small local café, each with a cup of coffee and trying to decide what we wanted to eat. After a few moments, Mac put his menu down and sat back.
"You've decided what you want?" I asked, briefly looking up before going back to weigh up two options.
"Yep, pesto pasta," he replied. "What about you?" he raised an eyebrow at me.
I hummed, giving the menu one last look before putting it down.
"The chicken and sun dried tomato focaccia," I decided with a smile. "And could you get me iced tea, please?" I gave him my sweetest smile.
"Of course," he answered, picking up both menus and walking towards the counter.

The line was long, and Mac had been gone about 3 minutes when a guy came up to our table.
"Hello," he said to me, standing next to our table.
"Hi," I replied, looking up to see if I knew this person.
"What's a pretty girl like you doing sitting out here alone," I nearly rolled my eyes, flicking them to see the line inside instead.
"I'm not alone," I told the man.
"Not now that I'm here, you're not," he countered with a grin.
So he was one of those people, and he was going to be hard to get rid of. I started desperately wishing that Mac would be back.
"No, actually I'm here with someone," I told him firmly.
"Are you sure you wouldn't rather come sit with me." He wasn't bad looking, tall and well-built with dark hair and a tan.
Just then someone came up behind the nameless guy trying to hit on me.
"I'm sure she wouldn't rather sit with you," MacGyver replied.
"And who are you to answer for her?" dark and tanned stood up straight, trying to tower over Mac.
Mac held his ground, looking him straight in the eyes. "I'm the guy sharing a house with her."
"Just because you live with this lovely lady doesn't mean you get to decide who she has lunch with," the guy countered. I could see the muscles in MacGyver's jaw clench.
"We already have plans," he told the guy, who was starting to get on my nerves.
"She could still change her mind, happens you know," he winked, actually winked, at MacGyver before grinning at me. That was it, but before I could say anything Mac spoke up.
"You'd rather have lunch with your boyfriend than this stranger, right hun?" The blonde put his hand on my shoulder, standing very close to my chair.
Unfortunately the now obnoxious guy just had to have the last word.
"I'm sure you're trying to be nice, kid, but you barely look 20," he said.
I flinched, knowing that was a sore point for Mac. He hated those comments, he often got underestimated just because of how young he looked.
"Yea, try someone in your own league," Mac ground out, his hand sliding from my shoulder to the other one, his arm effectively wrapped around me.
This had gone too far, I did not want this guy to spoil my lovely date with my genius boyfriend.
"I suggest you leave now," I stared at the guy, making my intention very clear.
I leant against Mac, "Hey, isn't that John. You know, from your platoon?"
I pointed to a random man, a few yards down the street. Mac caught onto what I was doing, and nodded.
"Yea, from my first tour," he replied.
Obnoxious guy put two and two together, and made a swift exit.

Mac sat back down, still visibly fuming.
"I'm sorry about that," I said softly.
"I'm assuming you didn't call him over here," MacGyver stated, but there was a note of doubt in his voice.
I looked at him, staring straight into his blue eyes.
"I didn't, he just walked over here and wouldn't take no for an answer," I told him.
Mac nodded, relaxing into his seat.
Then a thought came to me.
"Mac, are you jealous?" I asked. Lying on the table next to the sugars was a green paper clip, bent into the shape of a heartbeat.
He looked away momentarily, running his hand through his hair.
"You were," I said with a smile.
"Yea," Mac mumbled, "I was. He's just, a lot different to me?"
"I am more than happy with you," I told him, "You are smart, kind and very good looking."
"But my work and what I do. It's not exactly normal," he protested.
"I know that," I said calmly, "Honey, I knew you weren't normal after the first date. Not many people know how to adapt a USB charger to work with a car cigarette lighter."
He gave me a half smile. "But now you know what I really do for work, and how dangerous it is. You deserve someone who can guarantee they will come home from work."
I blinked at him a couple times, picking my words carefully before replying.
"The work I do has helped your foundation in the past, so at least I am aware of the nature of your work. This is no different to how army wives live every day, only I get to see you more often." I grabbed his hand across the table. "And no one can truly guarantee they'll get home from work, freak accidents happen all the time."
"My work is a lot more dangerous than normal people's," he tried to protest, but it was only half hearted.
"And you, Angus MacGyver, are a lot more clever than normal people," I countered, "And you have Jack and Riley watching your back."
"You have a lot of faith in me," he said softly.
I nodded and stood up, going to MacGyver. I leant down to kiss him, just a short kiss, but Mac pulled me closer, not letting my lips go.
We broke off after a few moments, short of breath.
"Do you think Bozer will be back when we finish lunch?" He asked.
I shook my head, and Mac smiled cheekily just as our food was put down in front of us.