authors note: Hope everybody's going well, was going to post last week, but my besties wedding kinda consumed all my time & I got sick (having to miss being the maid of honor due to a virus really really sucks!)Hope you enjoy this chapter and major thanks to my beta & as always I don't own Spn, Mac, or SG-1
Murdoc stood between his two prisoners, "I feel that this is a bit too impersonal, give me just a second." He turned around and strolled out the door.
"He's batshit crazy!" Dean said incredulously, turning to Mac.
"You don't have to tell me! This isn't my first encounter if you remember." Mac huffed back. Before either one had a chance to say anything more Murdoc was back with a folding chair.
"You Earthlings have such unique items! A chair that folds and is made of metal! So useful!" He set the chair where he had been standing and sat down in it with a flourish. "Now isn't this better? I feel like we are all much closer."
"If you want to come even closer and undo my hand, I'll show you some real hospitality." Dean growled.
Turning to Mac, Murdoc grinned, "Oh I like this one!" He turned back to Dean, "Maybe later." With a flourish he pulled the cover off the tray that he had rolled in earlier. "I just love those presentation videos you Earthlings do. So here is my tray of instruments."
"Why don't you just call them what they are Murdoc? Torture devices." Mac threw out.
"Every good artist needs his tools. Now, where was I?"
"Is being boring a type of torture? If so it's working." Dean snarked.
"Now that's not very nice. Words have power and those words were hurtful." Murdoc paused for a second, "At least that's what the therapist would say, but I killed him a long time ago.
"Can you get on with it?" Dean said trying to antagonize the Goa'uld.
"You can't rush an artist! Did somebody say that to Tmr'suk or Hum'Such?" At their blank looks he sighed, "The Earth equivalent would be Da Vinci or Van Gogh. For explorers you are really very uneducated. I could make you my pets and tour you all over the galaxy for some real education."
"Sorry man, this pet's got claws." Dean responded.
"Oh, I can fix that." Murdoc said gleefully as he snatched a mallet hammer from the tray, stood up, and brought it down on Dean's left hand. "Better?" Dean glared at Murdoc not saying a word. With a grin Murdoc dropped the hammer back on the tray and picked up the taser that had been sitting next to it. Sparking it a few times he leaned towards Dean but before he had a chance to use it a siren went off in another part of the ship. "Don't worry I won't forget about you, pet. Be back soon." With a sigh he set down the taser and left the room with the doors closing behind him.
Ignoring his throbbing hand Dean looked over to Mac. "How's the getting us outta here plan going?" He growled, trying to mask the pain.
Mac held up his left hand so that Dean could see that it was free from the handcuffs. "How did you Houdini that? Psycho was in here the whole time."
"When I'm trying to figure something out I like to have something to fiddle with, it helps me think. So, Jack took to having about a million paper clips on us at all times. While you were distracting him, I was able to slip one out and pick the lock."
"I will never again say that office supplies are useless!" Dean vowed as he watched Mac undo his other cuff and bend down to undo the tape that held his legs to the bottom of the chair. "It's not fair that you don't have to rip off all your arm hair taking your restraints off."
Mac laughed mirthlessly, "Well he did say he was only prepared for one prisoner. Maybe next time we're taken prisoner you'll get the special treatment."
"I would like to say that there won't be a next time, but we work at the SGC, where the dead regularly come back to life." Dean said sardonically. "So, chances of me getting Deannapped again are deceptively high."
Mac squatted down beside to Dean to start unwrapping his right arm. "I think that was mostly Dr. Jackson and SG-1 before they disbanded."
"Not to pick at your methods of rescuing us, but wouldn't it be faster if you used one of the knives on Murdoc's torture tray to get me outta this chair?" Dean inquired.
Mac didn't say anything, but he did grab a knife off of the table and sliced through the material holding Dean to the chair. Once Dean was free he gingerly moved and examined his hand. Noticing Mac asked, "How's the hand?"
"Well I'm glad it's not my shooting hand, not that I can't shoot with my left hand, it's just not as accurate from a long distance." Realizing he was spiraling, he stopped and answered the question. "I think he broke a couple of the bones, but nothing that can't hold or wait." He nodded towards the door holding his left arm close to his chest, "Think you can get us outta here?'
"It would be my pleasure." Mac used the knife to pry the cover off of the front of the door sensor. As he worked he asked, "So you got a plan?"
Dean had been looking over the selection of weapons Murdoc had thoughtfully left before selecting a beautifully balanced blade. "Yep, stick this here knife right between his eyes and make sure the snake is dead also. He's rotten to the core. Then find our boots, 'cause my feet are freezing and then we are getting the heck out of here."
"You don't think the host can be saved?"
"I think the host invited Murdoc in." He shuddered at the thought, Dean had forced his brother Sam to unwillingly become a host to a Tok'ra called Gadreel and it hadn't ended very well. "So, neither one gets a pass if I have the final say so."
Mac turned on his heel, "We need to at least try to take him prisoner, so we can have him answer for his crimes."
"You know what? I do think he had it right calling you Boy Scout. I bet you rocked that uniform." Dean saw Mac's eye roll as he turned back to work on the door.
"And, I'm through. Once touch of this and it's open. You ready?" Mac asked gesturing to the knife he was holding.
Dean fell into a fighting stance, just in case Murdoc was waiting on the other side of the door. With a nod at Mac the doors swooshed open. Dean took point with Mac backing him up as they cautiously stepped into the hallway and cleared the door. They had made in down the next hallway when from behind them they heard, "Naughty, naughty, little mice. You were supposed to stay in your cage. It's too dangerous for you to be out here."
Dean whirled already throwing his knife, but he was too slow and a bolt of electricity hit first him then Mac. Damn he hated being hit by a zat gun, especially when it was his own weapon, was his last coherent thought as he crumpled to the floor.
McG – SGC - SPN
Meanwhile on Earth
Teal'c had just finished reading over all of the material that they had on 218 and was listening to Jack, Bozer and Daniel describe, in detail, their encounters with him. Riley was still scouring the known universe looking for her friends, while Charlie had decided that she wasn't being much help and went to see if Rowena could use some assistance trying to get information from her sources.
After the original attack Bozer had sketched out an image of the guy that had tried to kill him and Mac, who was later identified as 218. They showed that picture to Teal'c who said, "I do believe that 218 is a goa'uld named Murdoc. Not much is known about him, he has no Jaffa and was not a system lord. Rumor is that he is an assassin for hire, but like most goa'uld he enjoys having people worship him. I know the gate address of where his home planet is located."
"Perfect!" Jack exclaimed jumping up, "Let's go get them."
"Not without a plan," Sam Winchester said from where he was helping Riley search.
"How's this for a plan; we go to the planet, put a bullet in Murdoc's head, get our family back and come home." Jack all but growled.
Sam stood up and walked over to Dalton, "Look I get it man, it's my brother out there too. As many times as I have actually wanted to sell him to aliens I also want to get him back safe and sound. But we need a plan to accomplish this. This Murdoc has proven to be quite the master manipulator."
"Indeed, he is known for his tactics." Teal'c added.
Ever the diplomat Daniel interjected, "We can't go in blind against a goa'uld, particularly one as prepared and dangerous as this Murdoc. But time is of the essence so I say we split up. We will take a small group to the planet through the gate, with the rest following on the closest ship we have to the location of the planet. That way if something goes wrong we have back-up." He looked at the rest of the team to gauge their reactions.
Grudgingly Jack nodded, "I'm going to be on the team going to the planet."
"As am I." Sam added.
"I will also accompany you." Teal'c added in his deep voice.
Daniel nodded, "Okay so the planet team will consist of Teal'c, Dr. Wincheter, Dalton, and myself. While the support team on the ship will be Riley and Bozer."
"Why can't I come to the planet?" A visibly upset Bozer asked.
Riley answered, "Because I'm going to be stuck behind the computer searching for their transmitters and we will need eyes and maybe ears for this op."
Sam asked, "What about Rowena and Charlie?"
Daniel snapped his fingers, "Forgot about them. Do you mind asking if they're coming, and if they are let's have them on the support team."
Bozer nodded. "Ok, if everybody's sorted out, let's get ready then meet here to go over everything, and move out in an hour." Daniel commented.
"Thirty minutes," Dalton insisted.
"Thirty minutes it is." Dr. Jackson agreed.
Thirty minutes later everybody but Rowena and Charlie were assembled in the gate room. Daniel looked at Winchester, "Did they decide not to come?"
Sam checked his guns while he spoke, "I gave them the information Teal'c shared with us and Rowena said that she could work with that, but needed Charlie's help with a few things. So, they're staying here."
Daniel looked up at the window into the control room, "We're ready to go Sam."
General Carter gave him a nod and the gate started spinning. Daniel looked at Teal'c, Dr. Winchester, Dalton, and felt comfortable with their chances. He didn't know the older Winchester that well, but had come to enjoy his sense of humor. He knew MacGyver a bit better because he would seek Daniel out with questions about Ancient tech and languages that he encountered. Plus, he cared about the kid. Even Jack O'Neill had grown to like him and would pester the kid enough that a few people on base had questioned if the two were actually related. While O'Neill wasn't related to MacGyver, Daniel had found out that he was. Daniel's grandfather on his dad's side and Mac's grandfather Henry Jackson were brothers, which made them cousins, so this made the rescue a little more important to him. As the last chevron locked into place Gen. Carter announced, "Go get our people back." With a nod at each other the four men walked through the gate as a group.
Emerging from the gate the four dropped into a defensive stance and took in the area in front of them. They didn't have the support of the Apollo yet, and Daniel estimated that she was about thirty minutes away. In the distance they could see the tops of several tall buildings and much closer Daniel saw the dull gleam of a spacecraft. Sam Winchester touched his arm and pointed in the direction of the ship. As a unit they fell in and made their way to it, but as they got closer the ship fired up.
"That's the one!" Dalton said with fire in his eyes as he raised his gun. "I'm going to get it this time." Then he fired, and the ship flew off.