Inspired by a fic in the Daredevil fandom where Matt loses his hearing (Foggy the Miracle Worker, by Zelofheda on AO3).

Warnings: Nothing too bad, there's violence, but it's not that much more (if it even is more) than what's on the show.

It's set around three years before the show begins. MacGyver and Jack have been working together long enough to establish a bond that is as close as what we are shown in the show

This entire fic is written, and chapters will be posted every 2-4 days, or once I finish editing them. The entire fic will be up before the 21st, though, and will have five chapters.

I was actually pretty excited to write this, but wasn't able to finish it until today, despite starting it around the beginning (? maybe, not exactly sure when, but I know it was before the 15th) of November.

I guess this is a bit of a celebration fic for me, because I finished NaNoWriMo, and I am almost finished with the first draft of my original novel. Did anyone else participate in it?

Drop me a line if you feel inclined. I love hearing from ya'll.

MacGyver panted as he dashed through the halls of the compound. He frantically tried the doors that were scattered throughout the hall, but all of them were locked. He kept a firm lid on his panic, knowing that he need to escape the compound before he could be caught. Reaching up to the comm. that was in his ear, he muttered, "What's your ETA?"

He waited for his team to respond. He had been assigned to a different team than just he and Jack. The reason for this? A piece of information needed to be retrieved, but the team assigned to obtain it had had the bad luck to have the person assigned to go into the compound come down with the flu at the last moment. It was easier just to have Mac be briefed on the assignment and then do the person's job than to have the entire team switch their positions around or have different team altogether transferred to the assignment. As a result, MacGyver was working with people that he didn't know very well.

He had spent enough time around them to realize that they didn't like him, however. There were a lot of people in the DXS that didn't because he was young, but had already become very well-known in the organization.

So here he was, waiting in an enemy compound, with the drive hidden in his boot- which might not seem like the ideal location, but was surprisingly secure. The team leader's voice filtered through the comm., slightly mocking, but saying, "We're almost there. I'm surprised you need us; can't you just whip up some defense with air and plastic?"

MacGyver kept his mouth shut. He had learned on one of his first missions without Jack that it was better to do so when most of the team didn't like you. Instead, he focused on trying to find a way to escape the compound. Before he got far, however, he heard a harsh voice behind him ordering him to turn, and the unmistakable sound of multiple guns cocking. He turned around to see the grimly smiling face of the man in charge of the compound- a scientist by the name of Gimrel.

Gimrel strolled through the armed men carelessly, the ugly smile on his face growing wider by the second. "So, you saw that you could not obtain the drive and decided to cut your losses and run? How predictable. Saving your own hide."

Mac felt a sudden surge of hope. They hadn't discovered that he had uploaded a virus to their copy of the drive, while also downloading a copy that was virus-free. He kept the emotion from his face, however, and didn't say anything. Gimrel chuckled, a macabre sound. He said, "Well, I have the perfect punishment for you. We have more important things to do than torture an American spy, so I'm going to give you a quicker death than you would've had in the hands of my men. Although," The man's cruel smile grew even wider- a truly disturbing sight. "It's not painless, I'm happy to say."

The scientist motioned behind him for a syringe to be brought forward. MacGyver, who had previously been left standing, was suddenly grabbed by the arms and held still. His struggles were ineffective, and he could only watch as Gimrel, syringe in hand, stepped close to him. "This is something I've been working on for quite a while. I can't wait to see what it'll do to you." The man frowned suddenly, adding, "It has the strange effect of making it unnecessary for one to use the bathroom for the duration of the treatment, for some reason. A rather strange effect, if you ask me. We'll see if this new batch has any other side effects."

MacGyver felt his breathing catch. They were going to do something to him that sounded like it would cripple him. If he was crippled, there was no way that he would be able to escape from Gimrel and his men on his own, and he wasn't sure if the DXS would be able- or willing- to spare the manpower that would be needed to break into a compound of this size and rescue him.

Gimrel approached with the syringe, grasping MacGyver's hair and using it to pull his head to the side, baring the blond's neck. Without any more theatrics, he plunged the needle into MacGyver's neck. A searing pain suddenly shot through the young man's body, and he passed out almost instantaneously with an abruptly cut off scream.

Gimrel watched as the young man crumpled in the arms of the men holding him, then turned from them and tossed back as he walked away, "Toss him in the woods. He won't survive long."

The young man was dragged away, his head lolling and the ground scuffing his boots.