Another short one as time allows

Consciousness returned slowly; Jack blinked to try and get his eyes to focus on his environment. Judging by the hard surface underneath him, he knew he was on the floor, and based on the now more focused ceiling, he was on the floor of Mac's kitchen; of course, that brought on another whole new set of questions, not the least of which is why the hell was he laying on Mac's kitchen floor? He moaned as he sat up, rubbing a newly tender spot on the back of his head, when he pulled his hand back he realized there was blood on his fingers; what the hell? He thought, someone had obviously hit him from behind and knocked his ass out. He looked up towards Mac's couch when he heard his friend's voice and a woman's speaking.

Mac looked over at Jack when he realized the older man was finally awake, relieved to see Jack sitting up albeit a bit wobbly, on the floor looking back at him and the crazy woman that was currently holding a gun pointed at his head.

Mac had come out of the bathroom, having forgotten some socks, intent on grabbing some when he heard a loud thud (evidently that is the sound Jack's body made when it hit the floor after crazy woman hit him from behind), Mac had run out of his room calling Jack's name only to come to a screeching halt when he found himself staring at the wrong end of a loaded gun. He had realized Jack was out for the count and then the woman had waived her gun at him and ordered him to the couch. Mac was confused, who was she? But at the same time, he could not shake the feeling there was something oddly familiar about her, so he had been trying to figure that out when he realized Jack was finally conscious.

"Mac? What the hell is going on?" Jack said as he stood, holding on to the kitchen's counter when the world shifted, his body complaining about the sudden positional shift. Jack saw the gun the woman had pointed at Mac's head and froze, one of his hands reaching for his own gun which was, he now remembered, back in Mac's guest room, in a drawer, so plan B it is he thought.

"Silence!" the woman yelled. "You don't get to speak, you hear me? Only I get to speak now!" the woman screamed; "If you speak out of turn again I will shoot the boy" she warned Jack.

Jack raised both his hands in a gesture of surrender, glancing a Mac as he did a visual examination of the young blonde trying to figure out if the kid was OK? When Jack realized Mac seemed to be unharmed and in one piece he let himself relax a little and focus his attention at crazy armed woman.

Suddenly Mac's memories clicked into place, the woman's name coming to the surface, Mac's heart sank, he couldn't help but speak out her name, "Jo—Joanne?"

The woman glanced at the boy, a wicked smile on her face, her grip tightening on the gun; "the one and only Angus"

Jack froze again, had Mac just called "crazy gun woman" "Joanne, as in Ashley's mom Joanne?" Jack ran a hand through his face, crap! Jack thought, this just had gone from bad to worse in 3.2 seconds. Jack realized the woman was speaking to him now, he tuned back in and herd her tell him to use the handcuffs that were currently on the kitchen counter and cuff his own hands together, then she commanded him to sit on the corner chair in the kid's living room, a chair that was in the line of fire for her gun, but far enough away to where Jack's movements could not be fast enough to reach her without her noticing. Jack sighed and did as he was instructed, best to do what she wanted for now; he did not wasn't her hurting Mac because he acted out of instinct or adrenaline instead of taking a minute to gage the situation.

"Well James" the woman said to Jack, "Nice to see you actually CAN follow instructions now"

Mac looked at Jack mouthing "James"?

Oh crap! Jack thought, crazy woman not only is armed, but she also is delusional and evidently thinks Jack is James MacGyver, Mac's and Ashley's father; this was so not going well, nope, not well at all.

The woman smiled at Jack, looking at him like Jack was a prized catch in a demented hunting game. "Now that I have your attention boys" she said flatly, "I'm going to make you feel what I felt when my baby died!" She looked at Jack with anger in her voice, "I'm going to make you understand what it feels like to watch your child die in front of you and you be helpless to do anything about it, you son of a bitch!" she bellowed.

Nope, not well at all Jack mused, looking at Mac with worry in his eyes…