Hey, decided on another short fic for the reboot. This one will be centered around Jack Dalton.

You know how our man Jack always punches bad guys? It looks like it hurts sometimes, right? And it has to go wrong sometimes? He probably hurt himself sometimes.

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Mac cast a glance over his shoulder to see Jack fighting the biggest guy. He just had to check every now and then to make sure he wouldn't get hit in the back of his head all of the sudden if Jack went down. Not that he really feared for that, but it was a precaution.

He switched his focus back on his own opponent. Ducking as the man's fist flew towards his temple, then yanking one of the man's legs out from under him. The guy went down, but didn't stay there.

From behind him he first heard a sharp smack, then he heard a yelp, and then a dull thud. Mac didn't have time to check on what had happened just yet.

His own opponent kicked out and hit him square in the stomach. Mac lost his breath, and struggled to get in a good move himself. Finally he managed to connect his boot to the man's head. If this guy didn't wake up again, it wouldn't be the worst thing to ever happen…
The guy went motionless.

Mac heaved after air, his lungs were burning. When his ears stopped ringing with adrenalin and high pulse, he heard someone growling behind him. So he turned.

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Jack's fist connected hard to the man's forehead. He had been aiming for the man's temple. He felt the bones collapse immediately and he cried out in shock, and went for a head-butt at once. Before he felt any pain. The bigger man went down in a heap, and then the pain made its stellar entrance.

His hand flared up, millions of needles digging into the limb at once. Each and every one heated over fire until they here red-hot. He growled. He knew he should get back up and help Mac take care of the other guy, but it was like the pain in his hand short circuited the rest of his system.

He looked down at the limb. His hand was already starting to bruise, the distance from his wrist to his index- and middle finger seemed a bit shorter than usual.

Not again…?

He tried straightening his fingers, only to find that he couldn't.

Like from a far distance, he noticed that all the other noise in the room died away. He wasn't sure whether that meant trouble, or if that meant that Mac had won his fight. He didn't look up, he just bent over and tucked his injured arm close.

"Are you hurt?" a familiar voice spoke right beside him.

Jack nodded.

"What happened?"

"Son of a bitch, broke my hand!" Jack answered breathlessly.

Mac frowned, he sure didn't the amount of pain Jack seemed to be in.

"Or, I broke my hand on his skull…" he corrected.

"Is it bad?"

"Heck yeah, it's bad!" Jack hissed, "Hurts like hell!"

"Can I see?"

Jack realized he was still pressing his arm tight to his torso, and released the grip slowly. The poor hand was throbbing like crazy.

"That doesn't look good…"

"No need to tell me Mac!"

"Sorry!"

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MacGyver grimaced when he odd way Jack's hand was formed.

"Let me see your other hand too…"

"But… That's not hurt…"

"Exactly… It's for reference!" Mac looked him in the eyes.

Jack offered his good hand too. Mac looked and turned the hands in his own. Jack inhaled sharply as something in his hand jarred.

"Sorry."

Jack grunted and was about to pull his hands away from Mac. "Mac, it hurts…"

"I'm sorry…" Mac muttered and looked up at Jack again. "It's definitely broken."

"I could have told you that!" Jack hissed.

Mac smiled nervously, and studied the hand a bit more.

"I could make you a splint. It'll keep the fractures still, fractures hurt worse when the nerves around the bone gets irritated."

"I don't need a lecture Mac!"

"Look, this doesn't mean that you're allowed to use your arm. So let me do the fighting from now on…"

"Okay, I guess…" Jack grimaced as his hand flared up.

Mac let go of Jack's good hand, and used both hands to maneuver the injured hand.

"Where is the pain?"

Jack stared back at him like it was a dumb question.

"Is it just leading out to those two fingers, or is the pain in your wrist? Forearm?"

Jack cleared his throat and looked away, "All of the above…"

"Forearm too?"

Jack nodded.

"Where?"

Jack pointed to a spot three inches above his wrist where the arm had started to discolor and swell.

"I thought you said you hit the guy…"

"Well, I did!"

"Then how do you break your forearm?" Mac shook his head as he started searching for fitting material to use for a splint. "The metacarpals and wrist, I get… But the forearm?"

Jack frowned and looked away.

"Jack…?"

"Look," Jack sighed and set his eyes on Mac again, "I might or might not have had a fracture there before. I didn't need a cast, and you were sick anyway it was easy to keep it at rest… It stopped hurting, and I thought it was okay…"

MacGyver couldn't help but roll his eyes at his buddy.

"You should have told me that!"

Jack visibly flinched before he nodded.

"Yeah, I should have…"

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Less than five minutes later, Jack's injured arm was immobilized by two legs off an old chair and ripped fabric from an old coverall.

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Okay. Hope you had fun reading this shortie…

Should I keep it as an oneshot? Or...?

Anyway, hope you liked it!