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edit 12/10/16 jenks has been changed to johnson im so embarrassed

Jack sat in the hospital waiting room, his hands fisted together, his head bent, his gaze fixed on the drab carpeting. He waited impatiently for news of his friend, as he had been for the past seven hours.

Finally, a nurse emerged from the depths of hospital and poked her head into the waiting room. She looked around as she said, "Family of Angus MacGyver?"

Jack stood, walking over to her. "That's me."

The petite nurse smiled up at him. "Good news. He's going to be just fine. In fact," The nurse pointed down the hallway, "You can go see him right now, if you want. Room 418."

Jack thanked her with a nod and headed down the hall to the correct room. He was greeted with the sight of his friend lying motionless on the bed, his pale form covered with a sheet pulled halfway up his chest. The sight seemed wrong, somehow, if only because of the fact that MacGyver's normally restless hands were lying pale and still on the blanket.

Jack sat down in the chair beside the bed and the vigil began.

The moment his friend made the slightest sound, Jack was awake and peering at the blond with anxious eyes. Blue eyes widened with surprise as they took in the sight of Jack. MacGyver groaned as he tried to talk, and the older man quickly turned and grabbed the cup of ice chips that he had been instructed by a friendly nurse to give his friend when he awoke. Carefully, he spooned some of the ice into MacGyver's mouth, who let out a sigh of relief as his dry throat was given some relief. He cleared his throat, then spoke. "You guys got me back?"

Jack frowned, a little confused. Then his mind processed what Angus no doubt thought had happened. "No, buddy, Smith and Jenks found you in the forest."

Blond eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I thought I was with- with-" He trailed off as he tried to remember the name of the man that had drugged him, but apparently decided it was unimportant. His hand twitched, as if he were trying to wave it but was too weak to do so, as he continued. "With whoever that guy was this whole time."

Jack shook his head, his gut clenching in apprehension. He hoped his friend wouldn't be mad with them for what they had had to do. "No. You were with DXS operatives almost the whole time. They- we- had to restrain you to keep you from hurting yourself, or us, for that matter. We tried to be as gentle as possible, but-" Jack shrugged breaking off. "You're a pretty good scrapper, kid."

The older man was relieved to see that there was no anger on his friend's face, just acceptance. "Makes sense."

Jack ran a hand over his face, the stress of the twenty-four hours catching up with him. "Oh, don't ever do that to me again, kid."

Angus frowned in confusion. "Do what?"

Jack met his friends eyes seriously as he said, "You flatlined three times. They were barely able to keep you alive*."

MacGyver's eyes widened and he mouthed a silent 'oh' as Jack continued. "Whatever that guy gave you was bad. You had some kind of reaction to it, but apparently it was pretty delayed. I don't know the specifics, but it sounded like once your hearing and sight returned, the first chemical broke down into two other simpler chemicals, and you had a severe reaction to one of them that sent you into cardiac arrest. And then, if that wasn't enough, your appendix burst."

The kid looked down at his stomach, reaching to poke his bandages. Jack sighed through his nose and grabbed the kid's hand. "Don't do that."

MacGyver looked up sheepishly at the older man. "Well, that explains why my stomach hurts so much."

Jack rolled his eyes. "Well, now I know you're fine. Trying to poke your injuries and then telling me things hurt after the fact."

Angus grinned at his older friend. "Seriously, though, I'm glad you're here, Jack." The blond's gaze dropped to the bedspread and he picked at the white blanket. "It was- terrifying. I couldn't see anything or hear anything, and I just. I was so- so alone, I guess. And it was terrifying. Because I thought that they still had me, and I didn't know what they were gonna do. And I just. I just- I don't know."

Jack felt a lump develop in his throat as he looked at his young friend. "Can't say it was too much fun to sit there and watch you when you were convinced that you were in enemy hands, either."

Gently, careful not to disturb his friend's injuries, Jack drew the younger man into a soft hug. Angus leaned into the embrace, feeling safe for the first time in days. Jack said, mainly joking to relieve the tension in the room but also half-serious, "I'm making you learn Morse before you get out of here."

MacGyver laughed, stopping abruptly when the movement of his chest hurt his still-healing wounds. "Fair enough."

Jack held the younger man for another minute or two, then drew back a bit when he heard a tiny snore coming from the younger man. Jack smiled in fond amusement as he realized that Angus had literally fallen asleep on his shoulder, exhausted by the events of the past few days. The pain relievers he was on no doubt had contributed to his sudden slumber, but that didn't make it any less amusing- or cute.

Jack laid his friend back carefully. At that moment, Patricia appeared at the door. She had a look of worry on her face, as she had been receiving updates from some of the DXS doctors stationed at the hospital, but she was still worried for her agent- her friend. Jack held a finger to his lips, motioning for her to be quiet, and then pointed to the slumbering figure on the bed. The woman smiled in relief, her brown eyes losing some of the worried gleam that they had held moments before.

The woman drew up a chair by Jack, and the two watched their young friend sleep on, oblivious to the world, as they basked in the knowledge that he was safe.

Presently, Thornton broke the silence. "Smith and Johnson got an official reprimand for their actions. They admitted that they should've tried to get to Mac sooner."

Jack frowned. "A slap on the wrist? That's all they get?"

Thornton shrugged. "I wish we could do more, but they can claim any number of things that would let them off the hook. Officially, this is the best we could get." There was a beat of silence, then the woman continued. "Unofficially, their next mission is a three-week stint in Siberia. And the one after that is a month in the Sahara."

Jack looked over at the woman beside him, a grin splitting his weathered face. "Wow, Patty. Didn't know you could be so devious."

Patricia smiled, a quick expression that slid off her face quickly. She cleared her throat, but there was still a hint of a smile on her face as she said, "I don't know what you're talking about."

The two sat in silence and watched MacGyver rest, content in the knowledge that he was safe.

*A doctor eventually told Jack what happened while he was waiting for MacGyver to wake up.

Well, here it is. My first real multi-chapter fic that has all of the chapters relating to the same thing and I set out knowing it was going to be a multi-chapter. Thanks for sticking with me, and drop a comment to let me know how you liked it!