Heh. You can tell I'm ill – I've been updating my fanfic…. This is the yet unlooked for chapter 3! Woohoo! Previous disclaimers still stand. This is also very much the end. Yep. END. Unless some nasty plot ideas come out to get me again…. Many thanks for the reviews.
Note – spoilers – if you haven't seen the whole series of Stargate SG1 season 7 then this contains vague spoilers. You have been warned!
Also – paragraphs jump – timeframe wise.
It was, in reflection, the telephone call he'd dreaded. The call that comes out of nowhere at some unearthly hour in the morning that tells you exactly what you didn't want to hear.
MacGyver thanked the lady on the end of the phone and put it down. He then sank down onto his chair and felt like his world was falling apart. He breathed deeply as his head rested on his hands, trying to make sense of what he just heard.
"Damn it Jack!"
He lent back against the cushions of the chair and tried once again to make sense of the news.
"All that time I put it off, thinking I'd have plenty of time." He shook his head before trying to get up and return to bed. Only an hour ago and I was oblivious to all this. Damn it Jack – how can you leave me to sort this out?
(Several months later)
General Jack O'Neill whistled as he sauntered up to the front door of his home, his grocery bags balanced superbly on one arm and securely held by his hand, whilst his keys were held in the other. Entering his home he closed the door with his foot and then placed all his shopping down in the kitchen.
The sound of a throat being cleared made him grab for him reach for his handgun.
"You always were too fond of those things."
"Who's there?" Jack demanded aiming his gun at the shadowed figure that approached him.
"I thought you were dead." MacGyver said as he stepped into the light. "I got the call Jack."
Jack holstered his gun and turned away from MacGyver.
"Damn it Jack! Don't you dare turn away from me!" MacGyver stepped towards Jack and caught hold of his arm, swinging him around to see his face. "Don't you dare. I got the call Jack, from the lawyer. I thought you were dead Jack… Thought you were dead." The past few months began to catch up with him as he let out his thoughts aloud. "Got the call…"
Jack froze as he realised exactly what had happened and slowly wrapped his arms around his younger brother in an effort to ease the pain he could feel in MacGyver's words. It sounded like after saving the planet yet again from the Goa'uld and ending up waiting for an Asguard to come and help them save him, someone had called his lawyer to let them know what steps to take. Unfortunately it looked like the lawyer had taken a few too many steps, including contacting one long lost and very estranged brother. Even worse, it sounded as though the lawyer had told him that Jack was indeed dead as opposed to the MIA it should have been. Should have, would have, could have. Jack thought.
Jack swore and hugged MacGyver tighter before pulling him over to the couch and sitting down.
MacGyver shrugged Jack's arms off him and glared at his brother.
Jack almost flinched. Now there's a look I remember.
The silence between them grew.
"Talk." MacGyver finally said. "No excuses. Everything." He saw Jack begin to interrupt. "And this place is secure. I checked it myself."
So Jack did.
"I still can't believe you broke into my house." Jack said after finally exhausting the subject of what-I-do-now-which-I-shouldn't-be-telling-you-because-it's-classified-and-I-should-really-kill-you-now-as-you-aren't-cleared.
"With your locks?" MacGyver grinned at his brother. "You think that was hard?"
Jack groaned. "What have I started? I knew I should never have showed you everything." He got up off the couch and started for the front door to show his uninvited guest out.
"Not everything Jack. I used a few that you didn't."
"You sure you won't stay?"
"Positive. I wasn't even sure it was going to be you until you walked in the door. Sam's meeting me at the airport later."
Jack paused for a moment and thought as he reached to open the door. "How good are your computer skills again?"
"Just wondered if you felt like checking up a few of our computers on the base at some point? See how secure they are… Course you'd have to get to the computers first…" He trailed off and raised an eyebrow in MacGyver's direction.
"Oh no – you are NOT getting me into any of that kind of stuff again, Jonathan O'Neill. No. Forget it!"
"Come on – it'll be just like old times…" Jack wheedled as he opened the door wide.
MacGyver sighed as he stepped through the front door.
"Maybe," He said, and seeing Jack's smirk he hurried to finish his sentence, "but if, I said IF it happens, it won't be for a while. I think we need to do some work between us, as opposed to you versus me."
"But you will think about it right?"
MacGyver rolled his eyes at his brother and made his way down to where he'd hidden his bike.
"And bring Sam along too!" Jack shouted from the doorstep.
MacGyver shook his head in disbelief.
How the aliens haven't given up in the face of Jack O'Neill I'll never understand. He smiled. I'm just glad there's a Jack O'Neill around for them to stand up to.END
Not quite sure where all that came from. And err – out of character too? Hmm. But please – let me know what you think.