Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and MacGyver and the characters from said shows belong to someone who is not me. Otherwise, things would have gone very differently on Stargate. I am making no money from this whatsoever or I would not be using a Windows 98 to type up this story (please, don't laugh too hard).

Spoilers: "Seth" and "Upgrades", but other episodes are fair game too.

Note: this is my second fanfic story and I now have a beta reader so hopefully this is not too hard for language arts teachers to read.

8:05 pm Friday

It had been a long week, too long. But at last it was over, and he was home. 'Not that it was much of a home', he thought to himself with a rueful smile and wincing at the pain it brought to his face. 'Way too long a week' he thought again as he sat down in his recliner. Turning on the TV he thought back to all that had happened in the past two weeks.

It had all started when Mike Brown had shown up at his apartment. Mike was one of the few people on earth that he trusted. Not that he trusted Mike a lot, but enough to take his missions without worrying about them being a trap.

"A simple mission" he had said "a week at the most if things go wrong". Well it was a mighty long week. All he'd had to do was go to Africa and find and destroy a bio-weapons factory. Now for most mercenaries this would not be that easy or simple, but he was not like most mercenaries, and Mike knew that.

Finding the place had been easy enough; everyone down there knew about it, the problem was the locals were terrified of the guys running the place. As soon as you asked one question they knew, that's what made finding the place so easy; you get an armed escort to the place. The problem is they don't let you take along any explosive that you intend to use to blow up their base with.

Two days into his imprisonment he had figured a way out. The only problem was that it required a small explosive charge, one he didn't have.

On the third day he got a cellmate. The new guy was a young American in his mid-twenties; it didn't take long to strike up a conversation...

"So what are you in for?" that had brought a smile to the American's face.

"Oh, asking too many of the wrong questions in the wrong places. You?" The American asked.

"Same answer."

"My name's Sam." The American introduced himself.

"Nice to meet you Sam, wish it were under better circumstances but… I'm Jim."

"Any ideas on how to get out of here?" Sam asked getting down to business now that the formalities were over and their captors were gone.

"A few." Jim answered. "The problem is they all take a small blast to the door which seems to be unavailable."

Looking around the room Sam decided that Jim was probably right. The floor and three of the walls were made of concrete blocks and the fourth was made of about one inch diameter cast iron rods running through holes in the floor. As to the ceiling it also was made of concrete and was at least ten feet up with a single light in the middle. Walking to the bars Sam carefully inspected the door. The hinges were solid but the lock looked old enough to break with a small explosive. Turning around Sam looked down at the floor and picked up a gum wrapper.

"Where do we go once we're out of here?" Sam asked.

"If we go left there's an exit door to the outside but it's probably guarded. I'd say go right." Jim answered "You got a plan?"

"'You got some gum?"

"Uh, yeah" Jim answered giving his last two pieces to Sam.

"Thanks." Sam sat down on the stone bench as he unwrapped both pieces of gum and threw them in his mouth. Then he carefully pried a plug out of the bottom of his boot.

Jim stared in amazement as Sam filled a gum wrapper with gunpowder from his shoe. Then Sam took some of the gum and sealed the wrapper and then put some gunpowder on the gum. He replaced the plug after pulling two matches out of his shoe. Sam then put the mini bomb in between the door and the doorframe where the lock was. He then pressed one of the matches into the gum to work as a fuse.

"Are you ready? Sam asked with a smile.

"Let's go."

Striking the match in his hand Sam lit the fuse and ran to the corner of the cell for cover.

Bang! The sound of the explosion rang through the corridors.

Jim and Sam were off like a shot down the corridor to the right. They quickly realized that this was the best way to go as gunfire began to erupt behind them.

Rounding a corner they ran into two guards running in their direction. Jim and Sam disarmed the guards so fast that they never knew what hit them.

Jim grabbed an AK and two spare clips while Sam grabbed a pistol and threw a grenade in the hallway.

Jim and Sam ran on as the grenade exploded. Finally, they came to a large room filled with hundreds of missiles and several fuel and chemical tanks.

"Wow", Sam whispered, "so this is what they've been doing down here."

"Hey Sam, I think we can hide up on that fuel tank," Jim said pointing to the tallest tank in the room. "We should be able to climb up those pipes on the side."

"Great, let's go"

Soon the two men were at the top, and just in time.

"I don't care if they may have information for the Commander, if they escape they will have information for our enemies." A heavily accented voice boomed through the room as four men entered. "We must make the shipment on time or it will be our heads. Is that clear?" The three other men nodded. "Good. Now find those men and kill them." The three men saluted the fourth and went back the way they had came, the other going into a small office in one corner of the room.

While they had been listening Sam had been studying the room, and had come up with an escape plan.

"Hey, Jim." He whispered.

"Yes?"

"I've got an idea."

"And?"

"And I think I know how we can get out of here."

"I'm listening."

"These pipes running overhead are for the sprinkler system. They run right past the fuel tank pipes. If we use those extra elbows over there we can reroute the fuel through the water lines; then, we can start a fire in one room and feed it through the water lines and the sprinklers, burn this whole place to the ground, and make our getaway at the same time."

"That sounds like a good plan, but is there a way to set all the other sprinklers in the building to go off at the same time, that way the fire would spread that much faster?"

"Yes we can, that's a good idea. This system uses electronic sensors we can rewire so that when one goes they all go."

"Great we'll wait 'til tonight and then get to work."

They sat in silence for a few moments before Jim spoke up (ok so he was whispering but that doesn't look as good) "We never had a chance to properly introduce ourselves, I'm Jim Michel."

"I'm Sean Mallory, Sam is actually a nickname"

"Really how do you get Sam out of Sean?"

"It comes from my initials, S. A. M. Sam."

"So, what does the A. stand for?"

"I'd tell you but then I'd have to kill you."

"That bad, huh?"

"Yes, it is. So, what do you do for a living?"

"Well I guess you could call me a soldier for hire, I mainly do dirty work for the American government or some of its allies."

"Really, that sounds like what my father used to do, although he had this thing about guns, he couldn't stand them."

"You're not talking about MacGyver are you?"

"Actually I am."

"Wow what a coincidence, before I left on this mission I was reading his file on how he blew up a similar place about twelve years ago. Funny thing is I didn't see anything about him having a son."

"Yeah, well no one knew until five years ago when we finally found each other."

"So what about your mother?"

"She's um… she's dead." Sam answered looking down.

"I'm so sorry Sam, I didn't know"

"It's not your fault, it happened a long time ago. But that was then."

They talked for the rest of the day getting to know each other better. By nightfall they were ready to get to work.

Jim started on the pipes, while Sam worked on the sensors. An hour later they were ready to go.

Next they went to the office in the corner. Using a cigarette and a book of matches he found in the desk, Sam made a time delay fuse. Jim pulled some papers out of one of the drowse and made a stack on top of the desk. After lighting Sam's fuse; he placed it in the middle of the stack.

Then they went to the hallway and slowly made their way to an exit, when they found one they waited.

A minute later the fire alarm went off, followed by the sprinkler system.

As soon as the guards heard the alarm they opened the door to rush in and were tackled by Sam and Jim who efficiently disarmed them.

They rushed out as two more guards came around the corner in the hallway.

Sam was just reaching the fence as bullets hit the ground around him. Turning, he saw Jim leveling his gun at the two guards and shooting the first one, at the same time taking a hit to the leg from the second, who then ducked behind the door for cover.

Jim turned to Sam and yelled "Get over the fence and give me cover fire.

Sam didn't hesitate and quickly climbed the chain-link fence while Jim laid down cover fire.

As soon as his feet touched the ground Sam spun around and heard a soft rumbling coming from the building and slowly getting louder. As he raised his pistol to fire, he saw five shots hit Jim in the chest. A second later a wall of fire engulfed the guard.

As soon as Jim's body hit the ground he was pulling himself back up to his feet yelling "RUN SAM! RUN!"

Sam ran harder then he could ever remember. Seeing a small ditch Sam jumped in. Looking back he saw Jim partway up the fence with the building being ripped apart. Sam ducked down as the shockwave blasted overhead.

As Sam ducked he looked up in time to see Jim fly past still clinging to the fence followed by rubble from the building. A second later a fourteen foot steel beam drilled itself halfway into the ground less than a foot in front of Sam.

As the dust settled Sam felt sick. He felt like someone had pulled his stomach inside out, his head hurt from the sudden pressure change, and his heart was racing so fast it felt like it was going to jump out of his chest. Add to that what he had just seen happen to Jim, Sam shuddered at the thought of the look on Jim's face.

Slowly, Sam got to his feet. Looking around in the darkness he realized how lucky he had been; resting against the steel beam was an enormous slab of concrete.

Sam had gone about fifteen feet when he heard a crash directly behind him. Spinning around he saw that the concrete had broken in two and had fallen right where he had been less then a minute ago.

Turning, Sam headed away from the building looking for Jim. He didn't expect to find him alive but he had to know.

As he approached the edge of the jungle Sam saw Jim lying at the base of a tree still holding onto his gun. As Sam got closer he could see that Jim was still breathing. When Sam got to Jim he reached down to take his pulse and jumped back when Jim's eyes opened and he sat straight up. The two of them stared at each other for a while before either one spoke.

"Are you all right Sam?"

All Sam could do was nod.

"Good, now can you help me up? We need to get going, they had a lot of chemicals in that place and I doubt that any of them were any good; I think I saw an airstrip to the west when they brought me here. "

Sam just nodded and helped Jim up.

As they made their way to the airstrip Jim tried to come up with an explanation that Sam might believe. Coming up with nothing he decided he'd have to tell Sam the truth. There was only one other man who Jim had ever told his secret to and he was dead. He felt he could trust Sam, but he wasn't sure how Sam would react. However it would have to wait until they took off.

When they reached the airstrip they quickly found a plane that looked intact and had a full fuel tank.

Soon they were lifting off to freedom.

Or so they thought.

A news announcement brought Jim back to the present.

"There is still no word on the explosion reported last Friday in Ghana, Africa. Satellites were not able to take pictures of the area due to a strange cloud formation. In other news…"

So no one knew what had happened. Oh well, it was probably best.

Deciding he needed something to eat, Jim shut off the TV and made his way to the door. He had just opened it and picked up his keys when the phone rang. Groaning softly, he let the door close and picked up the phone.

"Michel."

"Jim, this is Mike, listen, we just got word that whoever was running that place you blew up is mad. They've hired an assassin to kill you so watch your step." With that the phone went dead like most calls from Mike did.

"Great, just what I need." Jim grumbled as he headed out.

As Jim climbed into his Hummer he considered where he would eat. Seeing O'Malley's, Jim decided steak sounded good and pulled in.

As Jim walked trowed the entrance he was thinking about what Mike had said on the phone when he heard a twig snap and a rustling in the bushes behind him.

Like a flash, his nanobots supercharged his senses, his sight was able to zoom in with amazing accuracy in the half darkness, while his sense of smell was overpowered by the delicious smells coming from inside, his hearing became so enhanced that he could hear people talking inside, a pickup engine's timing that was slightly off, and something behind him breathing quietly.

When he spun around he remembered that his sense of touch was supercharged as well by the pain that shot through his body. Fighting against the pain, he focused on the sound of breathing. Looking down he saw the source of the sound, a small rabbit.

Jim didn't know whether to kick himself or to laugh at himself. Figuring both would bring pain he decided to just go eat.

He was about to relax his senses when a voice caught his ear. A voice that made Jim more nervous then any other voice, a voice that he deeply hated.

Jim homed in on the voice, and realized it was coming from the pickup that was now pulling into the parking lot. He watched as it parked, and five people got out and made their way toward O'Malley's.

Watching, Jim wondered if he really had heard a Goa'uld when on the big black guy's forehead he saw the symbol of Apophis. Making up his mind, Jim followed them inside.

He watched them for about an hour, picking up their subtle references to things that clearly meant something completely different. It was quite clear they were celebrating some sort of victory. He was just wondering what he should do when he heard them getting ready to leave.

Jim got up and paid his bill, and hurried out the door before them, there was no way he was going to let them get a head start on him.

Waiting in his Hummer he watched them get in the pickup and take off; waiting a moment he followed them out.

Jim had been following them for about five minutes when the truck made a left turn, then another, and another, and finally one more, before going straight.

"Darn, they must have seen me" Jim thought as he rounded the last corner.

Suddenly the pickup sped through a red light, barely missing a large semi truck that came to a screeching halt in the middle of the intersection.

Jim slammed on his brakes as the cars in front of him slowed, as he did, he heard the crunching of metal.

Climbing out Jim saw he'd been rear-ended by a gray Ford Tempo. He couldn't help smiling when he saw the damage, about five hundred dollars to the Tempo, and about two scratches to his Hummer. When the other driver got out, Jim tried to suppress a shudder. Jim had only encountered one other person that could scare him so easily, and he had been very hard to kill. Extremely hard. The other driver walked up "Hello, I'm Dr. Muddrok" he introduced himself.

"Jim Michel." As they shook hands Jim used his nano-sensors to inspect every inch of the man. As the information flooded his brain it took every ounce of self-control not to pull away from Muddrok.

The guy was a walking armory; he was carrying four grenades, each at a different location, five different knives, brass knuckles, cyanide capsules, a gun, and a sword. They exchanged insurance information, and then Jim got out of there before the TV crews started showing up.

When Jim got home, he immediately went online and did a search for a Dr. Muddrok. About an hour later, after finding nothing he was about ready to give up, when he tried searching the Phoenix Foundation website he came up with no matches for Muddrok, then he thought maybe only one d. typing it in he accidentally switched the r and d, and was surprised when it came up with something. It appeared to be a case file from one of MacGyver's assignments. Jim tried to open the file but it required a Phoenix access code. Jim thought he was sunk when he remembered something.

In Andorra… "I don't know Sam; we've asked all around, no one knows where this place is. How are we supposed to find this guy?

Sam thought for a moment then grinned "I think I've got an idea." Picking up the phone he dialed a number, listened a moment and then said "Sean Malloy, 1471992…."

…"992, enter" Jim typed. Smiling as the page loaded, he leaned back in his seat to read it. Not finding what he was looking for there he opened Murdoc's file. As he read on his smile slowly faded to a look of horror. It seemed Murdoc could change the way he looked so that he was a completely different person; he could sound like almost anyone, and survive almost anything. And he was a ruthless assassin who singled out MacGyver. His calling card was a picture of his victim at death.

As Jim read on there was movement on the roof across the street. Slowly Muddrok zoomed in his camera onto the barely visible form of his target at the computer. Muddrok would have found it rather ironic if he had known what Jim was reading. He set the camera to take a picture every five seconds and then picked up his rocket launcher, targeted the third story window, and fired.

Back inside a clock chimed ten o'clock, standing up; Jim saved the web page and went to the closet, pulled a strip of metal from a chain around his neck, and inserted it in what appeared to be a crack in the wall. Opening the closet door he stepped in and closed it just before the rocket hit, destroying the whole apartment, including the closet.

AN: My thanks to Jim Michel for the use of his online name, if you see him on a MMRPG, tell him H.S.O. says hi. And my thanks to Scifigrocerygal for betaing. And lastly, thanks to all the other writers who have inspired me to write this piece of fan fiction.

Please R and R. All grammar corrections are gratefully accepted.

Note: I am finaly geting around to posting this, I have up to chapter 4 ready to go but its been sitting around on my flash drive for about a year so I am trying to get back into it.