Okay, it's been a while since I updated this story. Well, hope you enjoy…

It was getting late, and both Mac and Jack were getting tired. They had devoured the pizzas, one of Jack's many attempts of fattening the kid up.

The sun had gone down a couple of hours ago. The fact that Mac had dozed off on the couch the past 10 minutes, told Jack that Mac was in no condition of driving home himself.

Jack looked over at the younger Phoenix agent. The blond had his head lolled to the side, with drool dampening the shoulder of his t-shirt. His right leg was rested on the table, elevated by a thick pillow.

Jack got up, letting out a low moan as his injuries flared up. He used a couple of seconds to regain his balance, then he walked around the table to stand next to Mac's feet.

He took in the kid's position, and calculated that he would be in a world of pain when he woke up again. Then he looked down at his own right arm which was trapped in a sling. He wouldn't be able to rearrange Mac, not without causing both of them a lot of pain.

So he made a decision to wake Mac up.

"Hey, Sleeping Beauty?" he smirked as he patted Mac's good knee. Waiting just long enough for Mac to wake up before he continued, "You're going to have the mother of all stiff necks if you spend the night like that…"

"How long have I slept?" Mac wanted to know, rubbing some soreness out of his neck and shoulders.

"Roughly ten…" Jack informed, "Guest bed is as you left it… Better for you to sleep in a real bed…"

"I should probably go h…"

"NOT a chance!" Jack countered before Mac managed to finish his thought. "You're staying here… I already texted Bozer…"

"And told him what?"

"Told him you had fallen asleep on my couch, and that I didn't want you driving home on your own after that… Well, plus-minus a few spelling errors…"

"That dyslexia of yours kicking it up a notch?" Mac asked, personally not quite sure how Jack's diagnosis worked. Other than the fact that Jack was a slow reader and a less than adequate speller, and that words sometimes got mixed up, if they looked or sounded the same. Or words in the middle of a sentence could just go missing. Sometimes it seemed to be worse than other times.

Jack shook his head, "Nah… More like touch screen vs. non-dominant hand results in a lot of miss-typing, and I'm kinda lazy and didn't care to correct it…"

"Sounds about right…" Mac smirked back, sitting up straighter, "You know what?"

Jack shook his head, and waited for Mac to tell him.

"You're going to have to move your ass if I'm going to get my crutches…" Mac said as he placed his leg on the ground, "And I'm going to need those if I'm going anywhere…."

Jack nodded, and stepped away from the couch to let Mac fish out his crutches.

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"Man, you really don't have to do this…" Mac sighed as he watched Jack carry as many pillows as he could get a hold of.

"Sure, but what if I want to?" Jack glared over at Mac as he placed the pillows at the foot end of the bed. "You can arrange them yourself... You should probably keep that leg elevated."

"Look, I appreciate it… But this is overkill…" Mac gestured to the pillows. "You're the one who is really hurt here…"

"No, I'm the one who's actually been to the doctor with my injuries. And you said you were considering a trip to the doc…"

"Considering!" Mac repeated, "I said I was considering!"

"Well, considering it's you, that means that the phrase 'considering going to the doctor' means something like 'I should have gone to the doctor a couple of days ago…'" Jack raised one eyebrow in a judging scowl.

Mac didn't have a valid answer for that, so he just shrugged and sat down on the bed.

"You're going to the doctor tomorrow." Jack stated, leaving no room for Mac to wiggle around in.

"Okay, I'll go get it looked at tomorrow…" Mac rolled his eyes, "And he'll probably tell me I just stretched something…"

"Well, at least then we'll know what it is. And that you haven't F'ed up that leg of yours Cairo style…"

"It's not that bad, Jack…" Mac tried to convince him, but his plan failed as he couldn't retain a gasp as he tried to lift his leg up on the bed.

Jack chuckled lightly, "Yeah, I can see that…"

"Shut up…" Mac frowned, gently rubbing at is knee. "I already agreed to seeing the doc tomorrow…"

Jack nodded and stepped back, "Get some sleep, you look like you could use it…"

"Right back at you, big guy…" Mac smirked letting himself settle back on the bed.

"Well, 'night!"

"Good night!"

Okay, so another chapter down! Hope you liked it.