A/N: So I'd been wanting to write a James and Mac fic for a while. I am totally not a Mac daddy fan, but I wanted to do his character justice. I hope you the reader enjoys this story of mine, make sure to let me know what you think good or bad! Also a HUGE thanks to the wonderful and amazing bkworm4life4 for betaing this for me! She is awesome! Any remaining mistakes are all mine!

'We're together right or wrong, Where you go I'll tag along, Remember me, I'm the one who loves you." James MacGyver quietly sang as he cradled his son's limp body to his chest. He threaded his hand through Angus' long blonde hair and continued the song hoping it might bring some peace to them, since it was a song that Ellen had enjoyed singing. 'And Through all kind of weather, You'll find, I'll never change.' A tear coursed down James's face as he tried to get through another verse, but found that he couldn't quite finish it. With a sigh he gave up. He looked around the sparse room where he and Angus were being held. Their captors had taken anything of value after the escape attempt, and both he and Angus had paid dearly for that attempt. His broken leg gave off a throb of pain as he shifted slightly, but that pain was eclipsed by the pain in his heart at seeing his only son bloody and beaten, laying limp and lifeless in his arms.

James didn't want to jostle Angus if he could help it. The goons had worked him over thoroughly as punishment. His left eye had swollen shut, the orbit of it was cut and had bled down Angus's face. His lip was split, and the right side of his face was severely bruised. James knew that Angus's torso hadn't been spared any blows, and he suspected that there were a few broken or bruised ribs. This was another reason he held his son, so that he could breathe easier. He checked the slice on Angus's arm from earlier to make sure it hasn't started bleeding again. He smiled at the unsoiled bandage; they finally had one thing going in their favor. With a sigh he rested his head against the wall, he knew that there was no rescue on the way. This was another one of his off-the-cuff missions. With nothing else left at his disposal James dropped his head and prayed to a God that he didn't really believe in, but that his wife had. 'Dear God, Lord, Being of Superior whatever. I know that we haven't spoken in a really long time. But I know that Ellen and Dalton believe in you, and right now, I need for that overprotective knuckle dragger to rescue us. Thanks or, uh Amen? Sorry I'm new at this.'

Twenty-four hours before

Mac was standing in the middle of his lab flexing his arm around in a circle.

"Ya know if you keep doing that, your arm is gonna fall off." Wilt Bozer quipped from where he was sitting putting the final touches on one of his masks.

Grinning at his old friend, Mac said "It just feels so good to get that brace off."

Laughing as he painted on the lips, Bozer shot back without even looking up, "The real reason you're so happy about it is that you're finally cleared for missions again. I know you've missed Jack being your constant shadow."

Mac walked over and inspecting the mask over Bozer's shoulder, said "It was nice for the first couple of days of Jack being at my beck and call, but then he got all mother hen and that got old really quick. So when he first left on the three week mission I have to admit I was relieved, but now I miss the big lug."

"I'm going to tell him you said that." Riley Davis said from across the lab where she sat with her rig.

A chirping sound issued from Mac's pocket cutting off any reply. Slipping the phone from his pocket he saw that it was a text from his dad asking him to come to the War Room. With a grimace he held up his phone, "Apparently my dad needs me." That got concerned looks from both of his friends as he made his way downstairs. They had been having their weekly lunch meetings, but during the lunch mostly mundane things were discussed, nothing of substance. Coming down the last steps Mac saw that only his dad was in the room, and Matty wasn't anywhere to be seen, weird.

Crossing the threshold Mac asked, "Hey Dad, what did you…" His voice trailed off as he saw the image of an older man on the big screen. He looked vaguely familiar, but Mac couldn't quite place him.

"Could you shut the door, Angus?"

After he shut the door Mac took a seat near his dad, picking up a paperclip from the large bowl in the center of the table, despite the slight frown that his father gave him. Mac broke the silence, "So are you going to tell me who that guy is?"

"I was hoping that you might recognize him." Jim looked down at the tablet, "Let me find an older picture of him to see if it jogs your memory." Soon the same man appeared, but a couple of decades younger.

Mac looked intently at the picture while his hands fiddled with the paperclip. He shook his head, "He looks really familiar, but I can't place him, sorry."

Jim sighed, "This is Vincent Francis Byrne, most commonly known as…"

"Uncle V!" Mac exclaimed as the memory hit him. "I remember him coming around to visit a bit after Mom died, but I haven't thought of him in years."

This time Jim smiled at his son's performance. "Very good, V.F. was my mentor here when we were the DXS Most of the things I know about spy-craft he taught me. And yes, he was a frequent visitor to the house back in the day." Jim pulled up another picture on the screen, one of a serene looking retirement home, or so it was labeled. "A few years ago V.F. started showing signs of Alzheimer's, so he was moved to Hidden Lake Retirement Home. Hidden Lake is specifically for people with high level security clearance who develop cognitive problems. Since his family lives back East…." Jim trailed off correctly reading Mac's expression. "His daughter and son-in-law has special needs kids, and his son who is single works long hours as a FBI agent at Quantico, and has a daughter to take care of. Neither of them could give him the care he needs, and he was more comfortable here in California so Hidden Lake made sense. I would visit him every so often."

When his dad said that, it took everything in Mac to not ask, 'If you could visit him, why couldn't you visit me? And the single FBI agent who could still raise his kid! ' But he held his tongue to keep their tenuous peace.

Jim continued to be oblivious to the internal battle going on in his son. "Well today I went to visit and he wasn't there. I finally got it out of the director that V.F. has been missing since this morning, but they hadn't raised the alarm yet, so I convinced them to let me handle it. They know I'm a government agent, and are supposed to screen everybody who comes into the facility."

Mac nodded, "Ok, but what do you need me for? What if he's just gone out for a walk and gotten confused about where he was at?" Mac shrugged not understanding what his dad wanted from him.

"Since the facility he is at often deals with patients with dementia or other cognitive disorders none of their patients are allowed outside unless accompanied by a staff member. So what we need to determine is if he just snuck off, if he had help, or if he was taken and where he is currently at. Since he knew us a long time ago, and you look enough like me when I was your age, I'm hoping that he'll recognize one of us and come with us. Also I thought another mission together might not be so bad. At least we won't be going to Mexico like the last two times." Jim gave him a tentative smile.

"Sure, why not?" Mac said, despite his misgivings. His inner Jack whispered, 'It's time with your dad to work out some stuff hombre, take it! You know I would give anything to spend a few more minutes with my dad.' "So where do we start at?" In answer his dad zoomed in on Hidden Lake Retirement Home. Mac stood up tossing his paper-clip magnifying glass on the table and grabbing a few more paperclips for the road, he said, "Well let's get going."

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