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So, I should have the final Episode (Episode 3) done by the end of this week. I may have a sequel story in mind for this one though, so they'll be a few more posts :) My goal is to post an episode at least once a week until I'm done, but if the ideas come faster, who knows?

Episode 2:

"Oooohhhh," groaned MacGyver as he woke up. His head hurt, and his arms were sore. He tried to move them, only to realize they were stuck, suspended up above him. MacGyver started to open his eyes.

"Dad! Dad! Are you alright? Are you okay?"

"MacGyver, are you awake?"

"Pete? Sam?"

"We're all here," replied Sam. Slowly, MacGyver was able to focus in the dim light. He, Pete and Sam were all in a circle with their back to each other. Looking up, MacGyver saw that all three of them had their arms in chains, attached to the ceiling. A dim light from the wall lit up the metalic looking walls.

"Are you alright MacGyver?" asked Pete.

"Yeah, yeah, except for my head. How are you?"

"We're alright." said Sam. "Pete had just made it back to me when a bunch of guys in black nabbed us. They hooded us and hit me over the head. Though," said Sam craning his neck to look at the dried blood on his Dad's head, "I think they hit you a bit harder."

"Any idea where we are?" asked MacGyver.

"No," said Pete. "We're not sure where Clarissa is either. Did you see her? Did they grab her when they grabbed you?"

"Pete, I...I don't know how to tell you this, but Clarissa is working with them."

"What?!" cried Sam.

"No," whispered Pete.

"I wish it wasn't so, but she pulled a gun on me right before they took me. She knew it was about to happen."

"I don't understand," said Sam. "We know she's Pete's niece. We did the DNA test!"

Pete's head hung down low. "No, no" he kept saying over and over.

MacGyver turned to Sam and said softly, "It may be she's Pete's niece, but we'd wondered about who the father was. It seems pretty clear."

Pete finally looked up. "I can't believe this. Losing Jenny was hard enough, knowing I'd failed her, but Riss? Can she really be working with Murdoc?"

MacGyver looked towards Pete sadly. He knew how much finding Riss had meant to Peter. He hated what his friend was going through, but right now that couldn't be their focus.

"First thing's first. We've got to figure a way out of here," said MacGyver.

"They searched us when they took us," said Pete, trying to snap into focus. "I assume they took your knife?"

"I don't feel it in my pocket," said MacGyver. Sam bumped against MacGyver. "No, it's gone Dad."

"If this is Murdoc," said Pete, "He knows what you can do, he wouldn't have left anything. I surprised they left us our shoes."

Sam looked down at his boot, and then up at the shackles. "What would it take to pick these locks? I can pick a handcuff but these look..."

MacGyver looked up. "Hmmm...they do look more complicated, and they seem firmly bolted into the ceiling. Wouldn't work to jump and make them come down."

"Well," said Sam. If you can't break the lock, there's always something else you can break.

"What?" said MacGyver right as he heard a sickening crack.

Pete grimaced. "Did Sam just do what I think he did?

"Yeah," said MacGyver, a pained look on his face.

Sam sucked in his breath tight. Dislocating his thumb hurt, but he'd seen that the shackles were the loosest around his arms, and he'd known what he had to do. There was no way he was letting this sicko take his Dad away from him. Fighting the pain, Sam strained and pulled, finally getting his hand out of the cuff.

"Gahh," he gasped as he snapped his thumb back. With his hand out, he was able to pull the chain off of the bar holding it to the ceiling. Now both his hands were free, though one still had one wrist cuffed with the chain connected to it.

Just then, they heard a key being put into the lock by the door.

"Uh-oh," said MacGyver.

Quickly, Sam looped the chain back through the bar and around his wrist. If he held his free wrist behind his cuffed one, hopefully they wouldn't notice.

The door swung open, and Riss walked into the room. Two men stood behind her waiting at the door. She looked startled to see them all awake. Sam tried not to look at her. He didn't want to draw attention to himself right now, but he could feel an anger boiling up inside him.

Riss quickly relaxed her face, forcing her expression to go neutral. She held a needle in her hand, and pulled a bottle of liquid out of a pouch on her belt. She was dressed head to toe in black clothing, like the men behind her. She started filling the needle with the liquid.

"Clarissa, what's going on here?" asked MacGyver.

She set her jaw and prepped the needle.

"What happened to Jennifer?" asked Pete.

Riss kept her eyes forward and walked towards MacGyver, reaching for his arm.

Something snapped in Sam. "Do you even care that your Mom is dead?"

Riss paused.

Sam turned to look her in the face. "Did you kill her yourself? What kind of monster are you?"

Riss scowled and moved around MacGyver towards Sam. "Just shut up," she snarled. "You don't know anything!" she reached up with the needle, but Sam quickly brought his arms down. He wrapped one around her neck and used the other to wrest the needle away from her. The men at the door started forwards with their guns, but Sam put the needle to her neck and shouted out, "stay back!"

Riss started laughing. "Sure, inject me with the sleep drug? And then what?"

She turned to the men at the door. "Shoot one of them in the kneecap."

"No!" cried Sam. He ejected the needle, and then filled it with air.

"Make one move. One move at all, and she gets a shot of air to the veins. Think you can bring her back from cardiac arrest?"

MacGyver turned sharply. "Sam!" he cried.

"Oh, that's right Sam. Listen to your Daddy. He doesn't like killing people."

"Shut up," snarled Sam.

Riss laughed again. "That's right though. He really wasn't the one who raised you. Didn't even care to find you. You had to find him."

"I said to shut up!" yelled Sam, poking the needle into Riss' neck. She whinced. Pete tensed.

Sam looked back towards the soldiers. "Put your guns down. Put 'em down!"

The men lowered their guns.

"Now," said Sam. Where's the key.

"We don't have it," said one of the men.

"Bull," said Sam. "You were coming down here to move us. Where are the keys."

The men looked to Riss.

"Where are the keys?" asked Sam.

Riss turned her head slightly towards Sam.

"Sam, don't do this," whispered MacGyver.

"Where are the keys?" repeated Sam.

Riss just smiled.

Slowly, Sam put the needle down. The men snatched their guns back up, but Sam moved him and Clarissa in front of MacGyver and Pete, blocking them in case the men fired.

"Nice," said Riss. MacGyver glanced at her and Sam. She was trying to look nonchalant, but MacGyver could tell she was shooken. He couldn't tell what Sam was feeling, and that worried him.

"What are you going to do now?" asked Riss.

Before Sam could reply, they heard a woman's voice call out "What's going on?" and an all too familiar voice reply, "It looks like your Uncle and his friend's are threatening your daughter's life. Remind me, why do you trust these people?"

Murdoc's face came into view between his two men.

"Now, this is completely ridiculous. Riss?"

With everyone thrown off guard, Riss quickly elbowed Sam in the stomach. "Ooof," he cried out as she threw him forward over her shoulder, and twisted his arms back, re-cuffing him.

"There we go," said Murdoc proudly. "That's my girl." He walked up to Riss and laid his hand on her cheek. "Well done, but, next time," he said now grabbing her face tightly, "Don't let it get that far." He released Riss and turned to MacGyver.

"Oh, MacGyver! I am so excited to see you! I feel like a child on Christmas morning!" he cried out, wrapping MacGyver in a cobra like embrace.

MacGyver looked past Murdoc to the woman standing petrified in the doorway. He pushed Murdoc away with his feet. "What have you done?"

Murdoc looked behind him.

"Oh, yes, Jenny! Jennifer, my dear, come over here quickly. I think your Uncle wants to see you. Oh wait, that's right, you can't see anymore Pete. Well, all the same..."

Jenny ran forward and grabbed Peter. "Uncle Pete, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. I'll try to-"

"Jennifer?" asked Pete. His face looked hopeful but afraid.

"Yes Uncle Pete. It's me."

"But...you were dead? We found your body?"

"What?" asked Jenny.

"We found your headless body!" said Pete in distress.

"Correction," interrupted Murdoc. "You found "A" headless body."

"You had Riss switch the DNA samples," said MacGyver.

"Yes. The plan still would have worked if she hadn't been able to, since Riss would test positive as dear Pete's great-niece no matter what, but having you all think you had Jenny's murder to solve on top of a new family member to meet helped keep you beautifully distracted," replied Murdoc beaming.

"Who was she?" gasped Sam down on the floor.

"What," said Murdoc looking down distractedly. "Oh, yes, you are still down there," he said giving Sam a quick kick to the ribs.

"Ahh!" he cried out.

"Knock it off Murdoc!" shouted MacGyver.

"But he's just so kickable," said Murdoc, landing another one in Sam's stomach. "He just has such a kickable face. Like father like son," he said kicking Sam one more time in the nose.

"Stop it!" cried out Jenny. "Stop it!" While Murdoc turned back towards her and Peter, Riss knelt down by Sam and started lifting him up. Sam tried to shrug her off, but he bent over in pain and almost fell down again. Riss gripped him more tightly and helped him up. "Just keep your big mouth shut alright?"

Sam breathed heavily. "So you didn't let him kill your Mom?" he whispered.

"Of course not brainless," whispered Riss back. Sam tried to catch his breath, still trying to process everything. "That's why the stains didn't make sense. You put your Mother's clothes over an already dead body. After the head was….." Sam's voice trailed off in horror. "Who did you kill?"

"It was just a dead body from the morgue," muttered Riss.

"But you really are his daughter?" asked Sam

Riss rolled her eyes. "Try to keep up, huh?"

"Well," said Murdoc loudly, breaking through Sam's thoughts. "This reunion hasn't gone quite how I planned, but not badly, all things considered. We can still make our dinner reservation. Jenny, my dear, we'll all need to go change. Don't worry. My men will take care of Peter, Mac and The Brat.

"Murdoc, please" begged Jenny.

"Don't push it," menaced Murdoc, stepping closer to Jenny and grabbing her arm.

"Please Murdoc, she begged. Just a few minutes."

Murdoc considered. "Very well. 5 minutes. But just with dear old Uncle Pete."

Murdoc turned back towards his Men. "Bring Big Mac and Baby Mac to their room. Keep guard outside the door once they're in there." Murdoc turned back to Jenny. "5 minutes." Murdoc turned to leave, but then turned back to Sam. "So, you're MacGyver's long-lost son." He looked at him closely and then leaned in to whisper in his ear, "I'm a bit disappointed." He turned away, but then swiveled back, landing one more punch in Sam's stomach sending him crumpling to the floor.

"Murdoc, you creep! Get away from him!" shouted MacGyver, straining at his chains.

Murdoc turned to MacGyver with a smile. "Until dinner," and then walked out.

Two men walked over towards MacGyver. They undid his shackles, and then cuffed him with regular hand-cuffs. One of them moved towards Sam, but Riss waved him off. "Both of you keep a hold of him. I can manage this punk. Let's just get them down the hall quickly."

"No drug?" asked the soldier.

"Didn't you hear my father? It's not necessary anymore. We just need to get them to their room. Use the hoods again if you're so worried."

Nodding, the men put a hood over Sam's head, and then MacGyver's and they walked them out. MacGyver kept track in his head as they walked. He needed to get a feel for how big this place was. There wasn't a lot of echoing as they walked out, so it wasn't an open building. They walked always though, so it was definitely long and spread out. He kept track of the turns as they went. Even through the hood, he could tell there was no natural light coming in.

Riss walked with Sam just behind MacGyver. Sam tried to keep up with her, but his abs were screaming at him. At one point he stumbled and hissed as the pain shot through his torso. Riss slowed and put her hand on his chest. "Are you alright?"

"Why? So your Dad can have more 'fun' with me later?" accused Sam.

Riss jerked him upright, causing more pain to shoot through him.

"Don't get smart with me, you're the one who was jabbing a needle into my neck."

"I had to stop you," replied Sam. "I've heard what Murdoc is capable of. I just wanted to get my Dad out of there."

"Pssh" breathed Riss, making Sam start walking again. "Shouldn't be surprised. For someone who hates guns, your Dad has tried to kill mine plenty of times."

Sam scoffed. "Oh, and who started it every time. How long have you been stuck with this psycho?"

"Don't forget Sam, this 'psycho' came for me and raised me. I told you the truth when I said I'd always wondered about who my Dad was. I just lied about how long he left me to wonder. The day he walked into that boarding school was the best in my life."

"And you're mother?" asked Sam. "How does Jennifer feel about all of this?" He couldn't see Riss' face, but he could feel her grip on his arm tighten.

"Well?" asked Sam.

"Stop talking," said Riss. "We're almost there."

Sam and MacGyver were thrown into a concrete room. It had a large foam pad on the floor. A concrete slab jutting out of the wall like a table, with a wooden bowl and jug filled with water on top of it. Riss dropped some clothes on the table.

"Got these from Mr. Thorton's house. You can clean up and change. Dinner will be in 2 hours. We'll come back for you then."

Riss turned to leave the room, when MacGyver called out to her.

"Riss?"

"What?"

MacGyver looked her in the eyes. "I'm glad your Mom's okay." Riss started. "Me too," she said without thinking. Immediately she scowled and turned away again.

"Riss, what about Pete?" asked MacGyver.

"They'll bring Mr. Thorton in here in a moment. I left a change of clothes for him too."

"Why Mr. Thorton all of a sudden? He's still your great-uncle."

Riss shook her head. "No. No, this is my only family."

She turned to go again, but MacGyver called out one last question.

"Riss, do you know what's gonna happen to us?"

Riss didn't turn back to them this time, but she did pause at the door, her hand frozen on the handle. She swallowed.

"What has to," and then she was gone.

When they brought Pete in a few minutes later he was in pretty bad shape. They hadn't hurt him, but even Sam could tell he was going into shock.

"Here, lie down here," said MacGyver, setting him down on the foam pad.

"Are you alright?" asked Sam.

Peter nodded. "I will be." He rubbed his eyes. "Oh, this whole thing is both worse and better than I thought."

"Well," said MacGyver. "What's the better?"

"Well, Jenny being alive still for one."

"What did she tell you?"

"Not much. There was a guard listening in the whole time, and they cut her off right at the five minutes, but I'll repeat what I know. I guess I'll start with Riss. Jenny got pregnant with Clarissa back when she first met Murdoc. Back when he was pretending to be "Mark". She'd been planning to tell him the night she was introducing him to me as her boyfriend, but, obviously, nothing from that night went to plan. What Clarissa told us about her past was true, up to a point. Jenny did hide her away with a family, but then when Murdoc resurrected the first time, back when he laid that trap with the truck for you and me MacGyver, she got nervous and took Clarissa abroad to the boarding school. Murdoc still had no idea about her until the day we all met in the Redwoods. When they rolled down the hill, Jenny got hurt. Murdoc dragged her out of there, but I guess she started talking about Clarissa in her sleep while she was unconscious. He put two and two together."

"That's why he never set up a meet with us," said MacGyver. "He had something more pressing on his mind, and he needed Jenny to find Clarissa."

"Yes," said Peter. "But, here's where it gets worse. Clarissa wasn't their only child."

"Oh no," moaned MacGyver.

"Wait, what?" asked Sam.

Peter nodded. "I guess, the second time he came into her life and...convinced her….to trust him...just before the Redwood meeting...well..."

MacGyver put his hand up. "We get the picture."

Sam looked shock. "So you mean there's another Murdoc kid running around?!"

Pete sagged. "No. The second daughter died, and that pushed Riss over the edge into Murdoc's new organization. He's basically built his own HIT MacGyver. Not as powerful yet as the old one we faced, but Murdoc's in complete control of it. That's why we haven't heard a whisper of him for the past couple years. He's been hiding behind it."

"So what is he planning? Did Jenny know?"

Pete shook his head. "Until today all she knew was that he'd started sending Riss away on missions."

Sam looked worried. "Assassinations?"

Pete shook his head. "She doesn't think so, but I don't know if that's a mother's intuition or just denial. She never would have thought Riss would do something like this, so who knows how far Murdoc's got his hooks in her. Oh MacGyver, I thought your life was complicated and full of surprises."

Sam looked slightly horrified. "Does this make Murdoc your nephew-in-law?"

"Sam," said MacGyver, "I don't think you're helping."

MacGyver turned back to Peter.

"Did she tell you anything about where we are."

Peter shook his head. "No, but she slipped me this. She'd had a few seconds to draw it between finding out what had happened, and making Murdoc take her to our cell.

Peter held out a scrap of folded paper. MacGyver smiled when he saw the paperclip around it. "A paperclip?"

In spite of himself, Pete chuckled. "I guess she remembered my old brags about you."

Sam shrugged. "She needed something small to slip you."

Unfolding the paper, MacGyver looked over it quickly. "It's a map. A map of the facility we're in. It's not detailed, but it gives us an idea. Looks like it's three stories. two below ground and one above. We're in the middle"

Sam looked at the map. "Looks like we have stairs here and here, and an elevator here."

Pete nodded. "She told me that her guess for tonight, is that we'll be in the "observation room". It's a small arena in the middle."

MacGyver and Sam looked at the map. "Judging by the turns we took and where she's marked the holding room we were in, the observation deck is right next to us, and the main room below us."

"With the elevator right here," said Sam pointing.

"I heard an elevator out in the hallway when they brought me in," confirmed Peter.

"So, what do we do now?" asked Sam.

MacGyver glanced at the door. "They bolted the door when they closed it, so a paperclip isn't going to get us out. We have guards right outside too." MacGyver looked around the room. "Murdoc's worked hard to give us a room with nothing in it to use. He didn't even give us a mattress. But, now we know where we are. If we're lucky, they're not going to bother drugging or knocking us out again, so we've just got to stay alert and look for our chance when it comes. Murdoc likes to play with his food, and that's going to be our best hope. He's been waiting years for this. He could've let you know at any time he still had Jenny, but he waited until he could use Clarissa. Whatever he's got planned, he's going to want to use her to make it hurt you more Pete."

Pete nodded. Sam looked sick. "Do you think she'll do it? Whatever it is?"

MacGyver thought for a moment. "Her view on life has definitely been warped by Murdoc, and it's hard to tell how much of what we saw from her was an act."

Sam shook his head. "At first I thought it all was, but I'm not so sure now. You get pretty good at reading people in journalism. She seems conflicted."

"I hope you're right," said Peter.

MacGyver nodded. "Me too. I'd like to think we can still help her."

They sat in silence for a moment, but then Peter asked for some water. Sam stepped over to the table to get him some. While he was out of earshot, Peter whispered to MacGyver:

"MacGyver, whatever Murdoc has planned, it's personal. You're right that he's going to want to make this hurt and...and you have someone here too." MacGyver looked over at his son Sam.

"I swear Pete, I'm not going to let this happen. We're going to get Sam and Jenny out of this. Riss too if we can." MacGyver kept his eyes on Sam. There was no way he was going to let Murdoc take his son away from him. No matter what.

Jenny had just finished hiding the small pistol and pouch in the folds of her dress and the miniature Swiss-army knife in her hair when she heard her doorknob turning. She straightened her clothes just as her daughter walked in. Riss was wearing her signature black. Like her father, she favored dark clothing. She had a simple black dress on that stopped at her knees. She wore black tights and stylish black boots. Her leather jacket's sleeves were pushed up to her elbow. Her only "accessory" was a black holster with a gun and two knives around her waist.

"Dad says it's time."

Jenny paled. "I'm coming." She started to walk out the door, but Clarissa grabbed her arm.

"Clara, please."

"I've told you before, I prefer Riss," she said, deftly pulling the gun out of her mother's dress.

"Honestly Mom, Dad would have noticed too. You never wear the wrap dress."

Jenny looked her daughter in the eyes. "Do you really think your Uncle Peter deserves to die? Weren't you spending time with him while you were gone?"

Riss scoffed. "I spent a day spying on him Mom. Don't get sentimental."

Riss reached up and tugged out her mother's hairdo, the swiss-knife clattering to the floor.

"Really?" asked Riss, scooping up the knife.

Jenny looked Riss right in the eyes. "Don't pretend with me. You're my daughter too. It can't be too hard for you to understand. Our family is in danger, and I'm trying to help them."

Riss frowned. "That's what I'm doing."

Jenny shook her head. "If your father really wanted to be free from the Phoenix Foundation, all he would have had to do was walk away. Do you know how many times they've thought he was dead? They had no way to chase him. He could have just left.

"Dad's not the type who walks away, Mom. That's what you tried to do."

"Clarissa-"

Riss narrowed her eyes.

"Alright, Riss. I know it was confusing for you when you were a child. But you're grown up now. Is it still that hard to sort it all out? I didn't want Murdoc to find you. I wasn't sure how to tell your Uncle about you. I silly little girl, and I was panicking. I know I distanced myself, but I didn't give you up. I was trying to find a way to fix it. I wanted things to be normal, just as badly as you did. I wanted it so badly I let myself be fooled by Murdoc a second time. I-"

"I don't know what to think about what you did Mother. Maybe I can understand why you left me at that school. But you don't even try to understand how I felt Mom. I always saw those kids with their Dad's spoiling them, and their Mom's doting on them, and I was by myself. I had no one. And then Dad came for us. I had you back. I had a Dad. I even had a kid sister. I finally had a family, and I'm going to do whatever it takes to protect it."

Jenny put her hand on Riss' shoulder. "And that's what I'm trying to do to Riss. That's what Uncle Pete and MacGyver are trying to do to. You know, I never knew MacGyver had a son."

"Huh," said Riss. "Neither did he. Just barely found out about him this year." Riss tried to be dismissive, but her mother could see how uncomfortable Riss was.

Jenny narrowed her eyes. "So they've only had one year together. One year with a long-lost father, and now this hell to try to survive."

Riss tried to look nonchalant, but a touch of doubt crept into her face. Jenny crossed over to her bureau, and set down the pouch she'd been trying to hide the gun in. "I'm not just trying to protect Uncle Pete. I'm trying to protect you from your father. I don't know what you're expecting, but you know now what your father is. What his work is. You know your father Riss. You know what he's going to ask of you one day. Maybe even tonight."

Riss gripped her gun. "I can handle it."

Jenny looked Riss right in the eyes. "I don't want you to. How does you becoming a killer bring Ashton back?"

Riss blinked her eyes furiously. "That's not, it's not about-Mom, I'm doing this for you too. Maybe when this is all over, you and Dad can-"

Jenny put up her hand. "I worried you were thinking like that. Let me stop you there. I don't love Murdoc and I never did. I loved a man named 'Mark' who never existed. The horror I feel when I look at your father will never go away. And if he kills Uncle Pete and my friends tonight, I don't think I'll be able to even fake indifference anymore Riss. You are right that tonight is going to change things. Tonight you are going to have to choose."

Riss shook her head. "No. No, it's not going to be like that. We could make this work if you would stop being so stubborn! You won't even try!"

Jenny shook her head. "I know it's not fair, and I know it's not your fault. But, it is the way things are. I'm not going to let him destroy you. No matter what. And Murdoc knows that too."