First Mac story! I am not MacGyver so if anything in here doesn't make logical sense, please let me know and I'll see what I can do to amend it. Please leave reviews!

Jack was annoyed. First, his 'vacation' was cut short. Him and his team were supposed to get a week off to rest and get back to 100%. Halfway through the week his CO calls him up and tells him they need to assist in an extraction. The extraction of an EOD specialist. He wasn't annoyed that his vacation was cut short, he had been ITCHING to do something. It was the mission. An extraction. He did not like those.

He was dreading it. Until he heard who they were extracting. Shepard. He hadn't ever met the guy but he had heard the rumors. He was the best.

Fast forward 8 hours...

Mac P.O.V

He woke to the sound of gunfire. Rapid gunfire. Military grade gunfire. The sound was above him, echoing through the mostly bare room. Wincing, he slowly pushed himself up off the dirt floor and took in his surroundings. It was dark and hard to see but he could tell was in a cell of some sort, the top half of his uniform was gone, and there was no obvious way out. The back of his head starting throbbing. He put his hand to his head and brought it back red. With a grimace he ignored the pain as he wiped his hand on his pants and stood up. He was wobbly at first but was able to stay standing.

Before doing anything else he assessed himself. He had ahead wound, obviously, everything else above his waist was either bruised or sore and could be attended to later. There was a warm feeling on his right thigh. Unstrapping his pants he checked it. There was a centimeter wide hole oozing blood. How he didn't notice earlier he'd never know, but he quickly ripped the bandanna off his head and tied a tourniquet around his thigh. Not finding anything else he re-strapped his pants and focused on his escape.

The gunfire didn't seem as frequent now, and he silently hoped that they would find him. He looked around the room looking for something to use to get out. There was a pile of bricks in the corner, a wooden plank, a metal pole, a very old plastic chair. He limped over to the chair, and sat down.

He broke a leg off the chair and rubbed the end of it on one of the bricks, slowly but effectively 'sanding' it down. Still sitting, he put the sharpened edge through the keyhole of his cell and attempted to lock it. He grunted in frustration when it wouldn't pick.

He pulled the plastic out and rubbed it against the brick again. It took a few tries but he eventually got the door open. He heard gunfire every few moments now. It seemed to be getting closer to him. He held onto the piece of plastic and struggled to stand up.

A wave of nausea swept over him, but he swallowed it down and started limping over to the exit. About halfway to the door he heard footsteps. Not knowing if they were friendly or not, he dove behind a rusted metal box. A few seconds later light shone in the room, and the footsteps entered. Gripping the plastic like a dagger and holding his breath, Mac waited for the person to get closer. "I don't see anyone in here. I'm going to check just to be safe, but keep looking everywhere else." The voice had a southern twang to it. Mac almost sighed in relief. Only an American would sound like that.

"Here." He managed to croak out as another wave of nausea hit him, causing him to roll over and empty the contents of his stomach. He felt a hand on his back and he flinched at the touch. His instincts kicking in, he rolled away from the man which was not a good idea. He ended up on his knees dry heaving. When his stomach was done trying to get out what wasn't there. he turned to face the man. "Shepard?" The man asked. Mac nodded, and gripped the mans outstretched hand as he pulled himself up. He winced at the pressure he put on his hurt leg, and wobbled as the room spun around him like a tilt-a-whirl.

"I know you're hurting but can you walk a bit? We've gotta get out of here before reinforcements arrive." Mac slowly nodded, not opening his mouth for fear of emptying his stomach again. The soldier draped Mac's left arm around his neck and shoulders.

Mac and the soldier moved quickly, Mac having to bite his lip to keep from making any noise of protest. The soldier spoke again. Something about finding Shepard and rendezvous', but Mac was too busy trying not to vomit or black out to care.

When they made it out of the building Mac squinted in the sunlight. It was too bright. He kept his eyes closed and focused on walking with the soldier. The soldier paused, and Mac opened his eyes to look at him. His face was grim. "We gotta go back inside. Reinforcements are almost here and they're coming from the direction we need to go."

Mac groaned. "Great."

He curled his free hand into a fist and bit his lip so hard he drew blood as he hobbled back to the place he thought he was free of. He knew his head injury was getting to him when he started comparing his situation to Jim Kirk's on Tarsus IV from Star Trek. His chuckle brought a worried look from the soldier.

Once they were back inside Mac looked around. There was old equipment scattered around what looked like an old warehouse. The soldier propped him up by the wall away from the door and any windows, and went to talk to the three other men across the room. Grunting, Mac hobbled over to one of the machines and started tinkering with the parts.

A few minutes later, sitting down, he slid himself over to another machine to find a wire. He ripped the cover off the control panel and saw a blinking red light.

A few minutes earlier...

"So Shepard is a kid?" Davies asked.

Jack shrugged. "I don't care. We need to get him out, and soon. He's got a bullet in his leg, and a concussion."

Davies grimaced. "We need to find another way out. We can't take on another wave of men."

"I know, I know. We don't have enough fire power." Jack said. Just then a clang echoed through the room. Jack quickly looked around, drawing his weapon. Shepard was sitting next to one of the machines, ripping parts out, and had dropped one. There was something in his lap that resembled a bomb.

Jack sighed. "Mark, will you go watch the kid? I don't want him doing anything stupid." Mark chuckled softly as he walked over to Mac. Mac started scooting to another machine and ripped a panel off. When Mark saw the flashing red light, he called Jack over. "Jack!" Mark shouted, waving at him. Mac immediately put his hands in the panel and felt along the device. It was connected to 10 wires, and all of them were blue. There was a clock on the front, but it wasn't on.

Jack ran over, and went pale at the sight. "Well, it's a good thing Shepard is the best at what he does." Mac turned to look at him with a worn look on his face.

"Do you want me to?"

"Do what?" Jack asked.

Mac grimaced in pain. "I can get it out and move it, then rig it to go off when their men get here."

"Kid, if you can do that without blowin' any of us up, I'm all for it." Jack said.

Mac turned back to the bomb, grabbed one wire and pulled it out, much to the dismay of the other men in the building who were starting to doubt their leader's decision, then proceeded to pull the rest of it out of the machine.

"Woah dude! You think you should be more careful with the thing that can go boom?" Mark said, having taken several steps back after Mac viciously ripped out the wire.

"I know what I'm doing." Mac said, his voice monotone now, not even bothering to look up from what he was doing as he set the bomb on the ground in front of him. He took the wires he had just ripped out and tore the rubber coating off. Taking the dead wire, he separated a few strands and twisted them together as tightly as he could, then folded it in half and twisted it again. He took his hard wire and put it in his mouth while flipping the bomb over so he could access the bottom.

Taking the hard wire, he started using it as a makeshift screwdriver. "Dude. How do you know this isn't gonna make us go boom?" Mark asked, still a few feet away.

"I built the damn thing that's how!" Mac shouted, dropping the wire out of his shaking hand. He didn't know if he was shaking from pain or just out of shear fear. Either way, the trembling was starting to frustrate him as he stared at his hand. He grabbed the wire off the ground and went back to work, taking deep breath to try and calm his nerves and muscles.

"What do you mean you built it?" One of the unnamed soldiers asked after a moment of tense silence.

Mac took another shaky breath, successfully taking the panel off the back. Ignoring the question, he looked at Jack. "I need to know how long till their reinforcements get here."

Jack stared at him for a minute, then turned his comm on. "Bravo six this is Bravo one, eta on those reinforcements?" Mac watched Jack as he got a reply.

"Roughly five minutes."

Mac looked down at the bomb again, and started messing with the internal wires. "What do you mean you built it?" The soldier asked again, enunciating every word this time out of fear and frustration. Mac continued to ignore him as he rewired the bomb to go off in five minutes and fifteen seconds. The clock on the front suddenly came on and started counting down.

Once he was done, he handed the bomb to Jack. "I suggest putting it a several yards away from the building under about three inches of sand in the path you think they are most likely to take." Jack took the bomb without a word and started to leave as the soldier who kept pestering Mac shouted out at him.

"Jack! How do you know it's not gonna go off in your hands? He built the damn thing for goodness sakes. How do you know you can trust him?" He shot Mac a dirty look.

Jack stopped and looked at him. "He's Shepard." And he turned back around and walked out of the building to plant the bomb.

The soldier kept throwing Mac dirty looks, as Mac sat on the floor and stared out the window. When Jack came back, Mac's internal clock told him they had about one and a half minutes left till the bomb blew up. "We need to get far away from the bomb." Mac said as Jack came and helped him up off the ground.

He took in a sharp breath when he stood, but made no other sound to indicate he was in any kind of distress. "How about where I found you?" Jack asked.

Mac's stomach turned at the thought of going back into that hellhole. "No. That corner will work and make it easier to get out faster." Mac pointed to the right most corner of the room. Jack helped him hobble over to the corner. "Five, four, three, two." One was cut off by the sound and shaking of the bomb going off. Flames entered the building through the windows and the entrance to the building.

Once again, Jack was helping Mac out of the building, one arm gripping Mac's, the other holding a pistol. Mac focused on putting one foot in front of the other as Jack shot at anything that moved in the smoke, while half dragging Shepard to the rendezvous point. Jack heard bullets whiz by, but couldn't do anything about it.

Mac's vision started to blur as he got dizzier and dizzier, barely able to make out his feet as he looked down. Just as he felt his eyelids close, his arm exploded in pain. He made a soft whimper at the added pain, but his vision cleared and he was able to make out the helicopter in front of him.

Jack looked down at his comrade in arms with worry. They were almost to the chopper, but he was looking worse and worse. Once they reached the chopper, Jack and two of his squad helped hoist him up. Once all his men were inside he signaled for the pilot to take off. Jack looked down at the pale EOD tech. His eyes were barely open, his skin was a shade paler than it was before, and he noticed a red stain slowly covering his bicep.

Jack lifted the shirt sleeve to find yet another gun wound. "Pete. Gimme your bandanna. The kid went and got himself shot again." Mac's head rolled in the direction of Jack's voice. Suddenly his arm was on fire again and this time he couldn't hold back his cry of pain. His eyes opened to see Jack wrapping his arm tightly with a piece of fabric.

"Are there any other life threatening injuries I should know about?" Jack asked, looking smug.

Mac took a shaky breath. "M' chest hurts. Hard to breathe." he said in short breaths. His vision started to get darker as Jack lifted his shirt and swore. "Hey! Someone call the base and tell them to have a medic there to meet us as soon as we land. His chest..." That was all Mac heard before the blackness swallowed him up into a blissful oblivion.