Honestly, it was already a rough day. Their mission had left Mac with a few more bruises than he'd like to admit, and all he wanted to do was rest. Boze wasn't home yet (probably working late in the lab tweaking Sparky), so Mac was ready to just sit on the couch and watch a movie.
Life could never be that kind to him, apparently.
As soon as he walked inside the house, he knew something was off. As Jack would say, his Spidey-senses were tingling.
He stepped into the living room, hand reaching to flip on the light switch.
"Hello Angus," A familiar voice echoed around the dark house.
Mac's heart sped up about three times faster than it's usual rate. Murdoc.
The lights flashed on, revealing the man. He was pointing a gun at Mac.
Mac slowly put his hands up. "What do you want from me?!"
Murdoc grinned. "Nothing."
That was weird. "Why are you here?" Mac tried to steady his voice, but the fear crept in.
God, he hated that man.
"I realized that you aren't of any use to me anymore. We've had our fun, haven't we?" The man paused, waiting for a response.
Mac just tightened his jaw further.
"Wellllllll," Murdoc drawled, "I came here to tell you that I'm not toying with you anymore. We're done with the games we've played, and to be honest, I've gotten quite bored of you."
What was he trying to do?
Was this another trick?
The pain was blinding, like lightning through his veins.
Mac staggered backwards, sagging against the wall.
He couldn't breathe. Mac reached his hand towards one of the wounds shakily.
It came off red.
It hurt so bad.
From what he could tell, the bullets were still inside of him.
They were both in his abdomen. Hopefully, they didn't hit anything vital, but with Murdoc, Mac was sure they did.
After all, he just tried to kill him.
Mac wouldn't be surprised if this time, he was successful.
"Angus, Angus, Angus." Murdoc stepped closer and crouched down in front of Mac.
Mac could barely focus on him.
"You know, I'll really miss you, MacGyver. Alas, it's our time to part." Murdoc smiled and tipped Mac's chin up with his finger.
He walked away, opening the door and slamming it shut.
Mac tried to move.
He shouldn't have. His vision went white for a second.
But he remembered his phone inside his pocket.
Mac slowly pulled it out.
Thankfully, Jack was in his emergency contacts. He was running out of energy, so Mac pressed the call button and dropped his phone onto his lap. His hand went back to his wound.
Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up-
"Hey kiddo, what's up?" Jack's lighthearted voice was like music to his ears.
"Jack..." His voice was hoarse and weak.
"Mac, what's wrong?" Jack immediately went into his protective dad voice.
"I'm comin' bud, just hang in there. I'm gonna keep you on the phone. Don't worry. I'm on my way." Jack sounded more worried than Mac had ever heard him before.
Mac hummed in response.
"Just stay awake, kid. Just stay with me."
Jack was driving as fast as he could to Mac's house, where he knew the kid went after their debrief.
He could hear the labored, pained breaths over the phone.
Jack just hoped they never stopped.
If Mac wasn't at the house, he didn't know if he'd be able to make it in time.
"Kid, I'm in the driveway."
Bozer's car pulled in beside him. Jack hadn't noticed him in his panic.
"BOZE, STAY OUTSIDE!" Jack shouted, just in case there were any traps. He didn't want another kid getting hurt.
Bozer seemed shocked, but followed his orders. "Jack, what's wrong?"
"JUST STAY OUTSIDE!"
He nodded, still looking confused.
Jack ran to the door.
It was unlocked.
He opened it, pointing his gun inside as the door slowly creaked open.
Satisfied that there were no signs of traps, he stepped inside. "Mac?"
Still holding his gun up, Jack walked towards the lights on inside the living room.
What he saw next would haunt him forever.
His kid was on the floor, face scrunched up in pain, breathing shallowly.
Blood was everywhere.
Mac's shirt was covered with it.
Jack immediately dropped his gun and crouched down next to the kid. "MAC!"
Mac flinched a bit at the noise and opened his eyes slightly. "J'ck.." His words were slurred from blood loss.
"Hey kid. You're alright, we're gonna get you to a hospital." Jack's voice was choked up with tears.
"Jack, can I come in?" Bozer's worried voice came in through the doorway.
It was too late.
Bozer's face paled at the sight of Mac.
"Oh my god."
"Call 911, Boze. Then call Matty and Riley."