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A/N: When I had watched only a couple seasons, I read on Wikipedia that MacGyver had a son. I really liked the idea, but I have strong feelings about sex being reserved for marriage; while I won't state categorically that MacGyver never did, I won't write a story that necessitates his having "slept" with a girl. So I had to come up with a way for him to get a son anyway… I purposely developed my AH fully before getting to the final episode, so I would have it set in my mind and not be tempted to change it (the only thing that did change is that "my" Sam looks like a slightly younger version of the canon one).
For some reason, I remembered reading his mother's name as Annie; when I found out it was actually Kate, I decided to keep the change to emphasize that in my version, she is essentially an Original Character. Barbie
Chapter One: Out of the Blue
June 1995
MacGyver had been pleasantly half awake for some time, but the first thing he was truly aware of was birdsong somewhere outside the houseboat. He smiled drowsily, content for the moment to lie and enjoy it with no immediate need to get up and solve the next major or minor crisis.
But the water was calling him; it was a perfect morning for fishing, and if he left soon enough, maybe he could be out of earshot of the phone before anyone realized they needed him.
Grinning, MacGyver tossed back the covers; he had never been one for lying around in bed, anyway.
In a surprisingly short time he was downstairs, fixing a quick breakfast and already thinking about fresh fish for lunch.
He was just putting his dishes in the sink when a knock came at the door, and MacGyver nearly groaned. There was little hope it was just a salesman; not out on this cove with only a handful of neighbors. With an inward sigh MacGyver pulled open the door just as the man's fist was poised to knock again. "Yes; can I help you?"
"Are you Mr Angus MacGyver?"
MacGyver grimaced slightly, but nodded. "Yes; and you are?"
"Rodney Glossman, attorney at law. May I come in, Mr MacGyver?"
And there went his fishing trip. "Of course," he agreed. "Have a seat; can I get you anything to drink?"
"No, thank you," the man responded brusquely.
"What can I do for you, Mr Glossman?" MacGyver questioned, sitting across from him.
Mr Glossman snapped open his attaché case on the coffee table. "I'm representing the estate of Anna Katherine Malloy."
MacGyver drew a sharp breath, feeling his face drain of color. "Her — estate. You mean she's dead?"
Mr Glossman glanced up briefly. "Yes. You didn't know?"
"No. We…lost touch over the years."
"I see…" Mr Glossman murmured, leafing through some papers. "However, you are the same Angus MacGyver listed on the birth certificate as being the father of Ms Malloy's son?"
MacGyver swallowed hard, feeling as if a sudden swell must have violently rocked the houseboat. But he knew there was only one answer he could give. "Yes," he whispered. "Yes, that's me."
"Then I am here to inform you that you now have sole and complete custody of your son, effective immediately."
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At last the lawyer had gone, leaving MacGyver with a letter addressed to him in Annie's familiar hand.
He had thought of her occasionally over the years, though with less and less frequency as time went by. But at one time they had been close, so close that she knew his first name — though he had only been half teasing when he warned her that if she ever used it, it would be all over between them.
They had spoken of their shared love of travel, and MacGyver had been sure that unlike Amy, she was ready to see the world with him.
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