What Did They Give You?
By: AndiKaneUnderwood
Mac couldn't remember much of he capture by Diablo, he often repressed his more painful memories, most of his more heavy torturings where repressed, only coming up when nightmares struck or another torturing brought them out.
Mac remembered being shoved into the trunk of a car, remembered bouncing around in the back over rough roads and potholes and the like.
He remembered thinking that he knew Morse Code and remembered his fingers finding the wires for the left tail light.
After the car stopping and him getting drug up a short flight of steps and shoved into a chair, it was all fuzzy and black and grey until Jack showed up.
Nightmares told Mac things he didn't want to know.
Nightmares told him that he'd been forced to inhale pure Nitrogen.
Jack was the one who told him that it had been an hour before they'd gotten the message and gotten there.
Jack was also the one who told him that the guy down communications that harassed him had been fired.
MacGyver~MacGyver~MacGyver
This is how it goes:
After he'd been forced into the chair, Diablo had come in and told him what would happen if Mac refused to talk.
Mac refused to talk anyway and was forced to inhale the Nitrogen in effort to get air into his lungs.
In his nightmares it's often too late for him, or worse Jack in the chair.
He doesn't tell that to Jack.
MacGyver~MacGyver~MacGyver
Jack come in decked out in full gear, both because it was standard procedure and because he knew that this made him look more intimidating than usual and that was exactly how he wanted to seem. Diablo had taken Mac and Diablo was going to pay for that.
He came in silently, being the first one inside the house. When he saw Diablo his eyes narrowed but when he saw where the convict was heading, Jack saw red.
Mac sat in a chair, duct tape around his arms, with his eyes closed and his breathing labored, prepared to be killed because he didn't know that Jack was there and Mac was safe now.
So, Jack did was Jack does. Jack protected his little brother. He shot Diablo right in the head and Diablo dropped to the ground like a rock, dead and cold and Jack chuckled darkly, looked at Mac.
Jack watched as Mac's eyes flew open in surprise when his gun fired. Watched those baby blue eyes look around frightened before they settled on Jack and Jack grinned in reply. "Hey, buddy. Got your message. You might want to brush up on your Morse Code though, you misspelled my name." Jack was making him brush up more like it. This was never happening again.
He looked at Mac with a soft smile, watching Mac return it was like watching a drunk try to communicate.
He thinks that this is the first time he'd ever seen Mac look so stupidly giddy to be alive. "Jesus, Mac, what'd they give you?" He asked.
Jack rushes over and cuts away the tape. Mac slumps further in the seat with a sigh, giddy smile still in place.
"Nitrogen." Mac murmurs, so soft Jack can hardly hear it and he nearly misses it.
"What?" Jack asked, more angry than surprised.
Mac flicks his eyes to a spot behind him, jerking his head sharply to the right.
Jack looks behind the chair and finds the tank that held the Nitrogen his little brother had been forced to breath in.
The brunette snarls, wishing that Diablo where alive so Jack could kill the convict all over again. Make him feel what Mac had felt.
"Dad..." Mac mumbled, bringing Jack's attention back to the blonde man.
Jack felt his heart break. If Mac was calling him Dad out in public, then these men had seriously hurt him and after the stress that he'd been put through at the prison, that Jack had put him through. This was gonna be a rough few days.
"What is it, Mac?" Jack asked, sliding down to his knees so that he was eye level with Mac.
In times like this, it was best for you to be slow and quiet and not intimidating when it came to dealing with MacGyver.
"S not cher fault." Mac slurred and Jack nodded, only to placate him.
"Okay, Buddy. Let's get you to Medical so they can fix you up, alright?" Jack stood slowly and offered his hand to the blonde boy.
"Yeah." Mac took the hand and Jack helped him to his feet, steadying Mac when the blonde stumbled.
As they headed outside, Jack threw one last glare to the dead man who'd caused this.
Time for grieving and nightmares would be later.
For now, Jack had his brother to focus on.
And what the Nitrogen they'd given him, to make him talk, had truly done.
