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Jack: this holiday would be a whole lot easier if Mac would fall for the pill hidden in a piece of cheese for when the boom booms start

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starting a collection of my favourite AO3 author’s notes

honourable mentions

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Could spend all day doing studies of this cast ngl

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Not to preach to the choir, but I've been thinking about how Jack Dalton really is that insane ride-or-die friend that everyone needs. Like, this dude

threatened to punch a cop in the face -- to their face -- because they bullied Mac as a kid (promptly getting both him and Mac arrested)

secretly shadowed Mac to a different continent and beat the shit out of someone who was tailing Mac (I'm already noticing that a lot of these examples involve violence)

Re-upped his tour on the condition that it was alongside Mac, after knowing the guy for like, three months and hating his guts for the majority of that time.

taunted a guy torturing them to hit him instead of Mac

ran into a lightning storm with Mac (tbf if I included every time he went into a dangerous situation with Mac this list would never end)

spent like, a year roadtripping with Mac following clues to try to find his dad

almost exposed himself to lethal nerve gas in an attempt to get Mac away from said nerve gas

broke into and robbed his boss's house to help Mac find out about his dad

started disobeying orders and went rogue because he thought if he could get his boss's boss (Mac's dad) to retire that Mac would go back to working at Pheonix

dragged Mac out of the wreckage of a helicopter crash

and this is just like, the first ten instances that come to mind.

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MacGyver June Cairo Day 2! Defenestration + Helping Hands

Falling behind already, sadly. @macgyvercairo

on ao3 :)

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So it was math, which Mac’s oxygen deprived brain could only hazard at with scattered estimates and vague physics. His assailant and him were flying left, and the RV’s left window was careening right. Two forces colliding. Mac and his assailant were moving at maybe five miles per hour with a collective weight likely over three hundred pounds. The RV was mid-turn, which meant not all of its speed was flying directly sideways, but merely some fraction of it that Mac was struggling to calculate. The RV probably weighed over ten thousand pounds. Their legs hitting the edge of the table would bleed out some energy. Exactly how much force was required to shatter a plane of glass?

The answer to that last question turned out to be irrelevant. However much energy it would’ve taken was apparently more than it took for the rubber gasket holding the window into the RV wall to give out. Instead of breaking, the whole plane of glass detached completely.

Glass pane, assailant, and Mac, collectively flew out of the RV.

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pressing "yes, continue" like it's an olympic sport

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Mac giving Jack grey hairs pt 2!

Link to pt. 1!

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at least there's the characters

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MacGyver June Cairo Day 5! Delirium + Zugzwang

Last and final entry, but at least I only missed one day's prompts. @macgyvercairo

Full thing on AO3 :)

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“Mac?” Jack called out, a little louder.

Then there was a thud, and Jack dropped what he was holding to dash up the stairs. He was a little out of breath when he reached Mac’s room and swung the door open, his other hand darting down to his holster.

Mac was lying on his stomach on the floor, facing the door. He’d propped himself up on his elbows, and his brows were knitted together as if he was still piecing together how he’d ended up there.

“You scared the shit outta me.” Jack huffed, letting all of his energy deflate from him all at once. He removed his hand from the butt of his gun. “What’re you doing down there, hoss?”

Mac frowned, then groaned quietly — out of what sounded more like annoyance than discomfort — and pushed himself up onto his knees. “What’re you doing here?”

“What am I always doing?” Jack teased. He took a few steps forwards and crouched in front of Mac to press the back of his hand against Mac’s forehead. “Looking after your trouble-magnet ass.”

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MacGyver June Cairo Day 4! Improvise

Writing day 4 on day 7 has to be a bad sign. @macgyvercairo

On AO3 :)

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Jack’s gun was angled low but at the ready, aimed at the ground midway between Mac and himself. A short flick, moving the gun less than an inch, and the incremental movement of pulling down on the trigger. The time it’d take the bullet to travel mere feet? Jack didn’t know the exact numbers, but it was going to be faster than the sniper’s bullet from the distant rooftop.

In real time it all played out so much faster, so much colder.

“Shit, I think this is a trap, hoss.” Jack hissed out, unholstering his gun and aiming it down to the ground. “Eyes out.” Mac grimaced in agreement and twisted to scan the street, half-turning his back to Jack. Then Jack’s gun had jerked up slightly, he’d fired, and Mac hit the ground as the bullet punched into the back of his lower leg. He’d let out a little sound as it happened, a gasped hiss. Half pain, half shock. Pain because he got shot, shock because it had come from where Jack was covering him.

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MacGyver June Cairo Day 6! Jack Lives + Tools of the Trade

Jack lives! :D but also angst. @macgyvercairo

On AO3 :)

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Jack had told Mac once, both of their backs against the sun warmed headstone facing Dalton Sr.’s grave, that losing his father had knocked the world off its axis. He’d then hastily clarified that he knew it hadn’t actually, that it had just felt like it had. He’d been trying to preempt some expected response from Mac, a ‘well that’s physically impossible Jack’ or ‘that would require an impact that would cause immediate mass extinction across the globe, thus making it feel like absolutely nothing’. With Jack’s shoulder against his, and a Dalton gravestone facing them, Mac let himself be uncomfortable and posed a tentative, open-ended, question instead.

Jack had a familiar, easy smile when he’d replied. 

It’s being knocked off balance and never quite regaining it.

Or, Jack dies, and the world spins right out from under Mac’s feet.

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also i'm a big fan of when caretaker says stuff like "easy, easy. you're okay" like they're soothing a wounded horse