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MAC: When I was a, uh, kid he [James] bought me a Walkman and told me it was for a surprise ski trip. I thought it was a real father-son vacation. Well, no. It was just an opportunity to teach me survival skills, like how to make an avalanche beacon out of my new portable radio.
JACK: So you feel my pain when it comes to sacrificing electronics?
Currently haunted by the story of Mac's dad giving him a Walkman, and then purposefully putting him in a situation where he had to take it apart.
Like, what'd you mean you gave a kid a present in order to force him to break it down the line? What'd you mean you watched his face light up as he opened the wrapping paper, and carried it around everywhere, and was so excited about going on a father-son trip with you? What'd you mean you gave him something precious -- just so he'd have to sacrifice it? Why do you think teaching hard lessons is all there is to being a father?
And wow what a brilliant bit of characterization, because suddenly Mac's penchant for cavalierly breaking everything around him for the sake of the mission has even more dimension. His very first meeting with Jack is a fight because he'd been screwing around with Jack's rifle. The trail of carnage he leaves behind him: snapped sunglasses, and gutted phones, and taking apart whatever's around him to get the job done. Things are just tools to utilize towards achieving an objective, you can't tie your emotions to them, you can't care about them. Once you can take something apart, it can only amount to the sum of its components.
Jack's apartment is a shrine to his eclectic and beloved belongings, material and sentimental. Mac's place is full of a morphing hodgepodge of creations he's ruthlessly broken down and put back together over and over again.
In retrospect, it makes how snippy and impatient he is about Jack not wanting his stuff broken so interesting. It also makes him sitting in the passenger seat, intently working on fixing Jack's sunglasses hit even harder.
D'you think sometimes he's lodged into that brutally practical headspace, aggravated by Jack's dragging his feet and whining about his precious stuff? It's only stuff, why is Jack being such a pain about it?
D'you think when he looked up from the broken pair of glasses in his hands, he saw the hurt in Jack's eyes, and all of the sudden his chest filled with a decade-dormant ache of loosing something that mattered to him?
Do you think he ever wishes he was capable of building something without destroying something else first?
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2x13 was on my mind for an alternate ending because I think BRUNO should have tossed Mac onto the pavement like a mechanical bull, and Jack should have bragged about his family at his reunion but I ran out of time to finish. I do like this little one sided banter though
Jotting another notation on the scrap of paper lying on the bedside table, Jack sighs, squinting at his unusually cramped, messing handwriting squeezed into the corner. “Gonna need a bigger note...”
He looks up with a smirk that quickly fades on his lips when there isn’t an answering scoff at his misquote from “Jaws” before stretching his shoulders, vertebrae popping in protest. He smooths a hand across the scruff around his mouth, ignoring the evidence of the passing hours, before tipping his head back down to his phone screen, studying the options presented.
“Definitely had scissors and a can opener. And a corkscrew. Wire cutters, of course. Gotta have wire cutters.” Jack’s forehead wrinkles. “Seen you pull that thing out a hundred times, you’d think I’d remember what y’all had on there. Never thought I’d have to try creating it from memory.”
Jack sighs around the ache in his chest. “Maybe this could be an upgrade. Not that you need an upgrade. Saved the world plenty of times with that one but maybe there’s something you wish you had. Like this one-” Jack turns his phone screen towards Mac “-this one displays altitude! That might be... not at all the right tool for you, Mac. Nope. No altimeters for my boy. No reason to remind you about heights.”
Jack quickly pulls his phone away from Mac, thumbing back a screen. He looks up again, scooting towards the edge of his seat, leaning forward, arms crossed over the side rail.
“Just want to make sure you have everything you need to keep you safe. Like a hex driver. Do you want a hex driver? Did you have a hex driver on your old knife? How many times can I say "hex driver” before you wake up and tell me to shut it?”
Mac’s face remains impassive.
“Hex driver,” Jack says one more time, just in case once more was Mac’s limit and he’ll wake up to roll his eyes.
Jack sets his phone down on the bedside table, the screen still illuminated. His photo grins back at him, flanked by Mac and Riley. He stares until the screen goes dark.
He doesn't usually bother changing his background or lockscreen. Most of the time he'll be replacing it a few months down the line once Mac gets his hands on it.
And as a spy, showing his heart, his vulnerability on a device that can be so easily stolen is irresponsible. A liability for himself. And a danger for those he loves.
Still, as he sat on the plane on his way to Texas, heading for a reunion he didn't really want to attend, he flipped through a few photos, finding one that made him grin harder than he was in the picture.
He couldn't talk much about his real life, being a spy, saving the world. And telling everyone that he'd missed the milestones of falling in love, starting a family left a knot of discomfort, embarrassment in his stomach. but maybe someone would ask about the photo on his phone
Thinking of two snarly assholes who had nobody left to pair up with apart from each other. A junior EOD tech with a palpable trail of death and desertion behind him and a whole lot of loneliness ahead of him. A bitter war-wearied overwatch who used to be part of a team until it shattered around him and slipped out of his reach.
Thinking about Jack's halo of lethargic trash, and his teammate sitting across from him trying to not look too concerned ("each day, it's like a little mission, okay? Now, you string enough of those little mission together, that's a life.")
Thinking of Mac barely more than a kid, lying on a military bunk because he needs to do something that mattered, because his own life wasn't enough. Just trying to find a mission, a calling. Just trying to lose himself in it.
Thinking about "he's probably saved my life more, all added up" and "cover me" and "you know I would never let anything happen to you" and "well, at least we have each other."
Thinking about Jack singing badly and dancing badly to make Mac crack a smile despite the death that's always behind the both of them. Thinking about Mac telling Dalton Sr "I'm gonna bring him back in one piece, alright?"
Thinking about Jack tumbling headfirst into every explosion and fire and disaster to stand by Mac in the center of it. Thinking of Mac sticking his hands into fire to pull Jack out of it.
Thinking of how Mac gave Jack a mission when he was ready to turn back. Thinking about how Jack gave Mac a life that mattered more than the mission. Thinking about how two people found exactly what they needed but didn't want, fighting tooth and nail against it and then with even more fervor for it.
Thinking about how sixty-four days can turn into forever.
Lil doodle based on that one scene in s1e14 where the FBI bust in and Jack pulls out his gun and starts yelling back and forth with them while Mac just raises his hands like a reasonable person who’s not trying to get himself shot :p
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After much thought, deliberation, and discussion, we are pleased to introduce your 2026 MacGyver Cairo Day Prompts
We took the top seven prompts by votes, seven wildcard prompts that the mods thought were fun, seven locations, and seven different story types. That means each day will have four different prompts available. You do not have to use all of them. Honestly, you don’t even have to use any of them.
But tremendous bragging rights if you figure out a way to combine them
Monday April 13
Collapse
CROATOAN
Sandbox
Cold Open
Tuesday April 14
Jack Lives
Experiment
Cairo
Alternate Ending
Wednesday April 15
Emergency Contact
Hedgehog’s Dilemma
Lake Como
Alternate Introduction
Thursday April 16
“If you hurt him, I’ll do worse than kill you.”
Interagency Chili Cookoff
Mission City
Crossover
Friday April 17
Rework a MacGyver 1985 Episode
Underwater
Texas
5 Times +1
Saturday April 18
Take Me Instead
Day Sixty- Five
Around the Firepit
AU
Sunday April 19
That was very Kevin McCallister of you
Archenemies
On Vacation
Missing Scene
When Whumpee is delirious with a fever (sickness/infection/you choose) and the only word they can mumble is Caretaker's name, over and over again, not realising that Caretaker is sitting directly next to their bed, softly shushing them and drying their sweaty forehead with a cold cloth.
