AN: It's hard to write when you're busy chasing a one-year-old around. The joys of being a babysitter, but dammit I love it and the little girl I babysit. She's such a happy little thing. Always smiling and giggling. She can take a flying leap and face plant on the floor and giggle as if nothing happened. She's a good sweet natured baby. I love her. Dammit, I got baby fever and it sucks because I'm not ready to have kids of my own just yet. Moving forward, just a few things before we move on. One, the whump fest is on hold until this over. I still have your prompts in my mug and ready to go. Two, I'll be posting (or at least try) multiple chapters at a time. I'm going to try and write them on days that I don't have the baby. Three, that's it. Let's go!

Mistakes? Curse you Box Ghost! Flames? Delicious.

Enjoy my loves!

2 Broken Fingers

Mac was sitting on the floor in front of his motorbike examining the area he was currently working on. He had been working on the bike for some time now, hoping to restore to its former glory or make it brand new in some sense. He had been hoping to have it finished by now but some pieces and parts were either broken beyond repair, missing entirely, or they simply aren't on the market anymore. So repairing the bike was proving to be quite the challenge but Mac does love a good challenge.

He placed down a part he had been tinkering with to fit a part he had ordered online and stretched. He glanced at his watch and found he had been sitting here for the past three hours. He started at nine and it was now noon.

"Bozer would have a fit if he sees I haven't eaten lunch yet," Mac muttered to himself.

"Good thing I happened to stop by then, eh kiddo?" A voice asked from behind him.

Mac turned to see Jack giving him his best dad look while setting down food bags on the island counter with the drink holder.

"Hey, Jack. What are you doing here?" Mac asked. "Not that I'm not happy to see you on this lovely Saturday."

"Was bored and decided to see what my boy was up to," Jack said. "Where are the Christmas decorations? Usually, you and Boze have them up right after Thanksgiving."

"In the attic. I was going to bring them down later," Mac said pulling out a container of fries from one of the bags and munching on a couple.

"I'll help you. Seeing as Bozer isn't here. Where is he anyway?" Jack asked settling down on a stool and pulling out a burger box from the other bag.

Mac pulled out a box of nuggets and shoved the whole thing in his mouth. He wished they were dinosaur shaped, those were the best. After swallowing the bite he answered Jack's question.

"He's with Leanna on some spa weekend," Mac said.

Jack made a crude joke that had Mac giving him the "you seriously went there?" look. Mac rolled his eyes and finished his lunch. When things were cleaned up and thrown away, Mac and Jack tidied up the house then moved some of the furniture around so they could easily set up the tree and such. Mac put his bike and tools away then headed up to the attic to help Jack bring down the Christmas stuff.

Jack handled the tree and some of the bigger stuff while Mac carried down the many bins of Christmas stuff. If y'all thought Halloween was big at Macs, Christmas was bigger. Mostly because Bozer would buy decorations out of the wazoo every year. Mac tried to home make them one year and Bozer forbade him. He was allowed to make paperclip ornaments but nothing more.

"Buzzkill," Mac muttered to himself.

Not even paying attention, Mac grabbed a bin that underneath a heavier one and instead of removing the heavier one first or grabbing the bin by the handles, he reached underneath it and tried to lift them both. Bad move.

I know. MacGyver you idiot. You should've removed the heavier bin off first or at least grabbed the handles. Instead, you didn't pay attention and now our fingers on the left hand are trapped underneath. Lesson learned and next year, I'm taking a vacation.

Mac was now sitting on the couch a few hours later with his left index and middle finger splinted and taped together with an ice pack resting on top of them. Mac had his hand resting on a pillow in his lap. He watched as Matty, Jack, and Riley danced around the house decorating. He pouted. He wanted to help but Jack banned him and exiled his butt to the couch.

"Better not pout Blondie. Santa knows all." Matty teased lightly.

Mac chuckled lightly then frowned again.

"Hey, be glad it's only your fingers and not your hand. If it were your hand you'd be grounded from missions and on desk duty with me." Matty said.

"Yeah. You'd kick my ass after the first day." Mac said with a smile.

"I would. A bored Mac is a trouble Mac. You're like a husky." Matty chuckled.

Mac laughed.

"I know this sucks, but hey at least you're not grounded," Matty said.

"Not if I have anything to say about it!" Jack called from the den.

Mac groaned and Matty laughed.

"Come on puppy, let's start the baking. You can be my sous chef." Matty said.

"M'not a puppy," Mac said and followed Matty into the kitchen to start baking.

Well, one good thing came of this. He wasn't grounded.

Mac is totally a puppy. Btw, does anyone else miss Mac's inner monologues? I do.

Day 3 coming!