MacGyver - Story: I'm no hero Ch. 1
I've been wanting to read a story where Murdoc helps Mac rescue his son, and since I've yet to see anyone else's attempts, I've decided to write it myself.
This was supposed to be a serious, slightly angsty story. The characters didn't want to play it straight with me. So I decided to have fun, and let it write itself. However, I'm the first to admit I'm not much good at 'lol' funny. Hopefully it'll still be a little funny. I think this is what is called 'tongue in cheek'.
Disclaimer: Paramount Pictures owns the show - I am not affiliated with them in any form, just playing.
Fandom: MacGyver
Pairing: Mac/Murdoc
Rating: M
Author: Kindli
Warnings: Slash (shocker, right?) Way AU and OOC, but most slash is, so does it really count?
Notes: I've gotten really bored with the Mac virgin, Murdoc seducer, so I've decided to play with that a bit. Not completely switching it around, but hey - Mac seems to have sex with just about every lady on the show - who's to say he never played the other side of the fence?
Timeline - don't whine. I've decided to just sort of pretend the 90's and new millennium have sort of merged, so there isn't a 15 year difference or whatever. Seventh season, another year later, whatever.
Summary: MacGyver's son, SAM has been captured by terrorists while on assignment in Iraq (or Iran, or Afghanistan?) and needs to be rescued before he's made into an example of some sort. Mac convinces Murdoc to help him.
I'M NO HERO
Murdoc chuckled to himself as he looked around the dungeon in satisfaction. He had set up this game perfectly. No way was MacGyver going to get out of this one alive. Really.
He picked up his cell phone and dialed the number he always kept as #2 on his speed dial. (#1 being HIT, of course.)
"Yeah?" an impatient voice answered the phone.
Murdoc could hear Jack in the background, trying to talk Mac into something. Probably another wild goose chase. He snorted a little to himself. 'Not this time, Jack. It's my turn.' "MacGyver, I have someone you might want back." He said, glancing over at Penny Parker.
Penny sat in the corner, bound and gagged, unable to escape the wheelchair he'd tied her into a few hours before. He'd gagged her after the first ten minutes. She really didn't understand fear, and wouldn't shut up. Fond of her he might be, but MacGyver was a lot more fun. She was mumbling through the gag at the moment.
"Murdoc?" He sounded startled, then before Murdoc could respond, he added, "Hold on a sec." Mac then set the receiver down onto the couch, conveniently allowing Murdoc to hear everything he said to Jack. Muffled, but still quite easily understood. "Jack, I appreciate your desire to help, but this isn't something I want you involved in."
"Come on, MacGyver. You can't seriously expect Murdoc to help. You can't trust him," Jack reminded him, sounding frustrated. "He's a killer, not a hero."
Mac sighed. "Jack, I'm more interested in the killer part, right now. Neither of us are cut out for what this mission may entail. He is."
"Fine. Ask him. Have him laugh at you. Then you can come to the hanger and tell me I was right and you were wrong."
Then the sound of the door slamming, and Mac almost tripped in his haste to return to the phone. "Murdoc? Are you still there?"
"Yes, I'm still here. What are you trying to pull? I've been planning this game for over 3 months now, it's perfect. You have two weeks vacation. Peter is away with his ex-wife, recuperating from that surgery. Dalton is supposed to be there with you, and Penny is right here, tied up in the corner. You don't have any missions." He paused for a breath, and before Mac could say anything he added, "I've been waiting 3 months for this." He winced at the slight whine in his voice.
"It's not actually a Phoenix sponsored mission," Mac said, quietly. "My son, Sam - you don't know about him yet, do you? I just found out about him a few months ago. He's a journalist. He was on assignment in Iraq, when he was captured. I've heard from an inside source that they intend to behead him in 5 days, on some holiday, as an example to the other journalists who continue to trespass into their country in the hopes of an award winning story. I need help getting him out."
"You want *my* help in rescuing your son?" Murdoc didn't believe him. "I don't save lives, MacGyver. I kill people, remember?"
"Well yeah, but if you help me rescue Sam, you'll still get to kill people, and I'll owe you, too," Mac cajoled. "Come on, Murdoc. You know you'll have fun."
"We do it MY way? None of this 'no weapons' crap? You'll do what I tell you?"
There was a small pause, and in a small voice, Mac said, "Yes."
"Ha! This will be fun. Great. When do we leave?" Murdoc grinned, even knowing Mac couldn't see him. Penny certainly could. She had stopped trying to talk through the gag, and appeared to be listening with obvious curiousity.
"After you release Penny, come on by. We'll go to Jack's, and he can fly us to the drop off point. My friend will get us inside the compound, but from there, we're on our own. - Oh, and you may want to keep Penny bound and gagged until you get her back home. She'll convince you to answer her questions if only to get her to be quiet for awhile."
Murdoc laughed. "You're going to owe me *big* for this, MacGyver," he pointed out, before hanging up. He stalked over to Penny, and wheeled her to the elevator. "You've been reprieved, darling. Seems your hero has to rescue someone else this week. He just convinced me to join him, so I can't keep you company until he returns. I'm sure you're disappointed." He chuckled, in good humor. He was going to make Mac pay for this, and pay and pay and pay. Knowing Mac and his honor, Murdoc could milk this for a good long time.
Once in the car, she tried to squirm around enough to release the gag, and he gave in, removing the cloth. However, he left her tied up, just to be on the safe side.
"You're going to help him save Sam?" She asked him.
"Apparently."
"Why? I thought you wanted him dead. Don't you hate him?"
"Hate him?" Disbelievingly. "Nonsense. I want to kill him, I don't want him dead."
She was quiet for a blessed moment, before asking, "What's the difference?"
"If I kill him, I win. If he's dead - who's going to play my games with such skill? His intelligence deserves traps designed with creativity and ingenuity. I enjoy having an adversary worthy of my time."
"Sooo, you don't mind losing, because that way you get to keep trying to kill him? But you want to kill him, because then you've won?" She asked, completely confused. "Doesn't he usually end up killing you - or at least thinking he's killed you? Does that mean he's won?"
"Obviously."
"Huh. He says you like to play sick games. But, he's pretty good at them, isn't he?"
"Yes, he's pretty good."
"What does he win?"
"Win?"
"If it's a game, isn't there a prize?"
"Sure. His friends get to live. So does he."
"Well that's boring. Shouldn't there be something different, something special for the winner?"
"You don't think the lives of his friends is pretty special?" sarcastically.
"Yeah, but if you didn't bother playing the games, we wouldn't be in danger. So it should be something else, something he isn't expecting."
"Sure. Whatever." Murdoc rolled his eyes.
"You know, Jack and I were discussing it before. Jack is scared of you, of course, so he doesn't think much of it, but I think you two would be so cute together. Mac is pretty open to just about everything, and I know he's slept with at least two different guys. I don't know you very well, of course, but the way you talk to him, and treat him, I think you could be repressing sexual interest."
"Um." Murdoc was shocked speechless.
She continued on in the same vein, talking about repression and how unhealthy it was to hide those sort of feelings inside. He needed to be open and honest, or he'd end up hating himself as well as everyone else. "I'll bet if you approached Mac about it, he'd be open to experimentation. He'd be nervous, at first, of course. I mean, you're always trying to kill him and his friends, so he wouldn't know if you were serious. But he's so sweet. You should really think about it." She said.
"You want an assassin to hit on a man you think of as a brother?"
She hesitated for a moment, before responding. "Well, you're not just any assassin. You're Murdoc. He's talked about you for years. You were his introduction to the DXS. He never would have become a troubleshooter if not for you. Besides, you're not Jacques, but there's some of him in you, or you wouldn't have been so convincing. You may not love me, but I think you could love Mac, if you wanted to."
"MacGyver would never see me in such a light. Even if I did decide to act on your crazy plan."
"A lot you know. We were trapped in an elevator for awhile, and he had to distract me. So, he told me all about your first meeting. How you were dressed like a woman for the first time he met you. He said he was so flustered when he realized you were a man, because you were so lovely, and classy. He wanted to ask you for a date within minutes of having you in Jack's cab. Then you tried killing him. Threw him for a loop. He wasn't used to falling for killers. He told me you were big on anniversaries, and tried killing him and Pete 7 years later. And, he's talked about you other times, too. I know when his friend Mike died, and he was up at Pete's cabin for awhile, depressed out of his mind, you came by to try and kill him again. He told me the whole incident was just what he needed to pull him out of his funk and back into the land of the living. He told me that if you hadn't come by when you did, he would have destroyed the tentative truce he had with Nikki, and likely brooded for at least another month or something. Did you know he even had a dream with you? He was living in the Old West, where Jack was a card player, I was some dance hall girl, and Pete was this rancher who wanted his land because of water rights, so he got a hired gun to kill Mac. Turned out the hired gun was you, and even after he made peace with Pete and the Pete tried to call you off, you still decided you were going to go after him. Just because you wanted to. And in his dream, you shot him, and he fell to the ground, and you thought he was dead and rode off into the sunset. He came back to consciousness as you were disappearing, and it turns out this knife he had in his pocket took the bullet, and saved his life. Then last year, when you were working for that dictator creep, he was an absolute wreck when he thought you were dead. He was losing it, just at the idea you were gone. He refused to accept it. When you turned up, no one believed it, of course, because he was already considered delusional. You proved him right, of course. Oh - and when you were dressed up as Jacques in the wheelchair and everything, he was pretty sure you were familiar, but he didn't know why. Then later, when he thought you were drowned, he was so angry at you and me. After we dropped Pete at home, he took me to my place, and he was muttering about you falling for me, and how ridiculous it was. I got upset, thinking he meant it was ridiculous to think someone would care about me. He assured me he simply meant he didn't think it was likely you were going to fall for someone that was as sweet as I was. You were just enamored of my innocence, and would eventually have become bored with me. I think he was right, too."
"I'm surprised he was able to get a word in edgewise, much less tell you so much about our meetings," Murdoc said, weakly. He decided to ignore the last comment. It was true, after all.
"Oh, I think he tells me things just so I'll stop talking. I know I talk a lot. I can't help it. I don't like the quiet, much. So he talks just so he doesn't have to listen. I don't think he always realizes exactly what he's telling me. Just whatever is on his mind, you know. You're on his mind, a lot."
"Right. Very interesting. Here's your house." Then in an undertone, he whispered, "Thank God." He leaned over and untied her wrists from the door. Aloud, he said, "Out. Good-bye."
"Good-night, Murdoc. Don't forget to think about a real prize for when Mac wins your next game. Um, good-luck saving Sam. Bye." She finished, slamming the car door shut. She jogged up to her house. Once Murdoc peeled the car away, she unlocked her door, and stepped inside. Then she started giggling.
Meanwhile, Murdoc was wondering how anyone could talk for so long without taking a breath. He didn't think much of her suggestions, as it was more likely Mac just talked about someone she was familiar with when he told her stories. Probably started telling her how he met Pete, and with her questions, it turned into a Murdoc story. Though he had little doubt Mac was flustered when he realized Murdoc wasn't a woman. He still remembered seeing Mac's expression through the car window, when he removed the wig. *That* was funny.
On the way to Mac's houseboat, he tried putting everything Penny said to the back of his mind, but there was a little tidbit that wouldn't leave him alone. Who exactly were these two men MacGyver had slept with? Had he slept with Jack? Or Peter? He hoped it wasn't either of them, or he'd have trouble looking at either of them without the desire to see them dead. Painfully and messily. Not that he was jealous. Just possessive. He might not have ever considered Mac as a sexual conquest, but he didn't want to know anyone else who did, either. Women were to be expected, he didn't think too much about them. They rarely lasted too long. Especially not after he was done with them.
Once he reached the houseboat, he pulled out his gun, and headed to the docks. On Mac's deck, he calmly walked up to the door, and wasn't surprised when it opened before he could knock.
This was supposed to be a serious, slightly angsty story. The characters didn't want to play it straight with me. So I decided to have fun, and let it write itself. However, I'm the first to admit I'm not much good at 'lol' funny. Hopefully it'll still be a little funny. I think this is what is called 'tongue in cheek'.
Disclaimer: Paramount Pictures owns the show - I am not affiliated with them in any form, just playing.
Fandom: MacGyver
Pairing: Mac/Murdoc
Rating: M
Author: Kindli
Warnings: Slash (shocker, right?) Way AU and OOC, but most slash is, so does it really count?
Notes: I've gotten really bored with the Mac virgin, Murdoc seducer, so I've decided to play with that a bit. Not completely switching it around, but hey - Mac seems to have sex with just about every lady on the show - who's to say he never played the other side of the fence?
Timeline - don't whine. I've decided to just sort of pretend the 90's and new millennium have sort of merged, so there isn't a 15 year difference or whatever. Seventh season, another year later, whatever.
Summary: MacGyver's son, SAM has been captured by terrorists while on assignment in Iraq (or Iran, or Afghanistan?) and needs to be rescued before he's made into an example of some sort. Mac convinces Murdoc to help him.
I'M NO HERO
Murdoc chuckled to himself as he looked around the dungeon in satisfaction. He had set up this game perfectly. No way was MacGyver going to get out of this one alive. Really.
He picked up his cell phone and dialed the number he always kept as #2 on his speed dial. (#1 being HIT, of course.)
"Yeah?" an impatient voice answered the phone.
Murdoc could hear Jack in the background, trying to talk Mac into something. Probably another wild goose chase. He snorted a little to himself. 'Not this time, Jack. It's my turn.' "MacGyver, I have someone you might want back." He said, glancing over at Penny Parker.
Penny sat in the corner, bound and gagged, unable to escape the wheelchair he'd tied her into a few hours before. He'd gagged her after the first ten minutes. She really didn't understand fear, and wouldn't shut up. Fond of her he might be, but MacGyver was a lot more fun. She was mumbling through the gag at the moment.
"Murdoc?" He sounded startled, then before Murdoc could respond, he added, "Hold on a sec." Mac then set the receiver down onto the couch, conveniently allowing Murdoc to hear everything he said to Jack. Muffled, but still quite easily understood. "Jack, I appreciate your desire to help, but this isn't something I want you involved in."
"Come on, MacGyver. You can't seriously expect Murdoc to help. You can't trust him," Jack reminded him, sounding frustrated. "He's a killer, not a hero."
Mac sighed. "Jack, I'm more interested in the killer part, right now. Neither of us are cut out for what this mission may entail. He is."
"Fine. Ask him. Have him laugh at you. Then you can come to the hanger and tell me I was right and you were wrong."
Then the sound of the door slamming, and Mac almost tripped in his haste to return to the phone. "Murdoc? Are you still there?"
"Yes, I'm still here. What are you trying to pull? I've been planning this game for over 3 months now, it's perfect. You have two weeks vacation. Peter is away with his ex-wife, recuperating from that surgery. Dalton is supposed to be there with you, and Penny is right here, tied up in the corner. You don't have any missions." He paused for a breath, and before Mac could say anything he added, "I've been waiting 3 months for this." He winced at the slight whine in his voice.
"It's not actually a Phoenix sponsored mission," Mac said, quietly. "My son, Sam - you don't know about him yet, do you? I just found out about him a few months ago. He's a journalist. He was on assignment in Iraq, when he was captured. I've heard from an inside source that they intend to behead him in 5 days, on some holiday, as an example to the other journalists who continue to trespass into their country in the hopes of an award winning story. I need help getting him out."
"You want *my* help in rescuing your son?" Murdoc didn't believe him. "I don't save lives, MacGyver. I kill people, remember?"
"Well yeah, but if you help me rescue Sam, you'll still get to kill people, and I'll owe you, too," Mac cajoled. "Come on, Murdoc. You know you'll have fun."
"We do it MY way? None of this 'no weapons' crap? You'll do what I tell you?"
There was a small pause, and in a small voice, Mac said, "Yes."
"Ha! This will be fun. Great. When do we leave?" Murdoc grinned, even knowing Mac couldn't see him. Penny certainly could. She had stopped trying to talk through the gag, and appeared to be listening with obvious curiousity.
"After you release Penny, come on by. We'll go to Jack's, and he can fly us to the drop off point. My friend will get us inside the compound, but from there, we're on our own. - Oh, and you may want to keep Penny bound and gagged until you get her back home. She'll convince you to answer her questions if only to get her to be quiet for awhile."
Murdoc laughed. "You're going to owe me *big* for this, MacGyver," he pointed out, before hanging up. He stalked over to Penny, and wheeled her to the elevator. "You've been reprieved, darling. Seems your hero has to rescue someone else this week. He just convinced me to join him, so I can't keep you company until he returns. I'm sure you're disappointed." He chuckled, in good humor. He was going to make Mac pay for this, and pay and pay and pay. Knowing Mac and his honor, Murdoc could milk this for a good long time.
Once in the car, she tried to squirm around enough to release the gag, and he gave in, removing the cloth. However, he left her tied up, just to be on the safe side.
"You're going to help him save Sam?" She asked him.
"Apparently."
"Why? I thought you wanted him dead. Don't you hate him?"
"Hate him?" Disbelievingly. "Nonsense. I want to kill him, I don't want him dead."
She was quiet for a blessed moment, before asking, "What's the difference?"
"If I kill him, I win. If he's dead - who's going to play my games with such skill? His intelligence deserves traps designed with creativity and ingenuity. I enjoy having an adversary worthy of my time."
"Sooo, you don't mind losing, because that way you get to keep trying to kill him? But you want to kill him, because then you've won?" She asked, completely confused. "Doesn't he usually end up killing you - or at least thinking he's killed you? Does that mean he's won?"
"Obviously."
"Huh. He says you like to play sick games. But, he's pretty good at them, isn't he?"
"Yes, he's pretty good."
"What does he win?"
"Win?"
"If it's a game, isn't there a prize?"
"Sure. His friends get to live. So does he."
"Well that's boring. Shouldn't there be something different, something special for the winner?"
"You don't think the lives of his friends is pretty special?" sarcastically.
"Yeah, but if you didn't bother playing the games, we wouldn't be in danger. So it should be something else, something he isn't expecting."
"Sure. Whatever." Murdoc rolled his eyes.
"You know, Jack and I were discussing it before. Jack is scared of you, of course, so he doesn't think much of it, but I think you two would be so cute together. Mac is pretty open to just about everything, and I know he's slept with at least two different guys. I don't know you very well, of course, but the way you talk to him, and treat him, I think you could be repressing sexual interest."
"Um." Murdoc was shocked speechless.
She continued on in the same vein, talking about repression and how unhealthy it was to hide those sort of feelings inside. He needed to be open and honest, or he'd end up hating himself as well as everyone else. "I'll bet if you approached Mac about it, he'd be open to experimentation. He'd be nervous, at first, of course. I mean, you're always trying to kill him and his friends, so he wouldn't know if you were serious. But he's so sweet. You should really think about it." She said.
"You want an assassin to hit on a man you think of as a brother?"
She hesitated for a moment, before responding. "Well, you're not just any assassin. You're Murdoc. He's talked about you for years. You were his introduction to the DXS. He never would have become a troubleshooter if not for you. Besides, you're not Jacques, but there's some of him in you, or you wouldn't have been so convincing. You may not love me, but I think you could love Mac, if you wanted to."
"MacGyver would never see me in such a light. Even if I did decide to act on your crazy plan."
"A lot you know. We were trapped in an elevator for awhile, and he had to distract me. So, he told me all about your first meeting. How you were dressed like a woman for the first time he met you. He said he was so flustered when he realized you were a man, because you were so lovely, and classy. He wanted to ask you for a date within minutes of having you in Jack's cab. Then you tried killing him. Threw him for a loop. He wasn't used to falling for killers. He told me you were big on anniversaries, and tried killing him and Pete 7 years later. And, he's talked about you other times, too. I know when his friend Mike died, and he was up at Pete's cabin for awhile, depressed out of his mind, you came by to try and kill him again. He told me the whole incident was just what he needed to pull him out of his funk and back into the land of the living. He told me that if you hadn't come by when you did, he would have destroyed the tentative truce he had with Nikki, and likely brooded for at least another month or something. Did you know he even had a dream with you? He was living in the Old West, where Jack was a card player, I was some dance hall girl, and Pete was this rancher who wanted his land because of water rights, so he got a hired gun to kill Mac. Turned out the hired gun was you, and even after he made peace with Pete and the Pete tried to call you off, you still decided you were going to go after him. Just because you wanted to. And in his dream, you shot him, and he fell to the ground, and you thought he was dead and rode off into the sunset. He came back to consciousness as you were disappearing, and it turns out this knife he had in his pocket took the bullet, and saved his life. Then last year, when you were working for that dictator creep, he was an absolute wreck when he thought you were dead. He was losing it, just at the idea you were gone. He refused to accept it. When you turned up, no one believed it, of course, because he was already considered delusional. You proved him right, of course. Oh - and when you were dressed up as Jacques in the wheelchair and everything, he was pretty sure you were familiar, but he didn't know why. Then later, when he thought you were drowned, he was so angry at you and me. After we dropped Pete at home, he took me to my place, and he was muttering about you falling for me, and how ridiculous it was. I got upset, thinking he meant it was ridiculous to think someone would care about me. He assured me he simply meant he didn't think it was likely you were going to fall for someone that was as sweet as I was. You were just enamored of my innocence, and would eventually have become bored with me. I think he was right, too."
"I'm surprised he was able to get a word in edgewise, much less tell you so much about our meetings," Murdoc said, weakly. He decided to ignore the last comment. It was true, after all.
"Oh, I think he tells me things just so I'll stop talking. I know I talk a lot. I can't help it. I don't like the quiet, much. So he talks just so he doesn't have to listen. I don't think he always realizes exactly what he's telling me. Just whatever is on his mind, you know. You're on his mind, a lot."
"Right. Very interesting. Here's your house." Then in an undertone, he whispered, "Thank God." He leaned over and untied her wrists from the door. Aloud, he said, "Out. Good-bye."
"Good-night, Murdoc. Don't forget to think about a real prize for when Mac wins your next game. Um, good-luck saving Sam. Bye." She finished, slamming the car door shut. She jogged up to her house. Once Murdoc peeled the car away, she unlocked her door, and stepped inside. Then she started giggling.
Meanwhile, Murdoc was wondering how anyone could talk for so long without taking a breath. He didn't think much of her suggestions, as it was more likely Mac just talked about someone she was familiar with when he told her stories. Probably started telling her how he met Pete, and with her questions, it turned into a Murdoc story. Though he had little doubt Mac was flustered when he realized Murdoc wasn't a woman. He still remembered seeing Mac's expression through the car window, when he removed the wig. *That* was funny.
On the way to Mac's houseboat, he tried putting everything Penny said to the back of his mind, but there was a little tidbit that wouldn't leave him alone. Who exactly were these two men MacGyver had slept with? Had he slept with Jack? Or Peter? He hoped it wasn't either of them, or he'd have trouble looking at either of them without the desire to see them dead. Painfully and messily. Not that he was jealous. Just possessive. He might not have ever considered Mac as a sexual conquest, but he didn't want to know anyone else who did, either. Women were to be expected, he didn't think too much about them. They rarely lasted too long. Especially not after he was done with them.
Once he reached the houseboat, he pulled out his gun, and headed to the docks. On Mac's deck, he calmly walked up to the door, and wasn't surprised when it opened before he could knock.