By the time they pulled into the Umbilia home, Riley was exhausted and in a lot of pain. That didn't stop her from knowing something was up with Jack. He was much more at ease and satisfied, he smiled and joked like always but there was something not right. When she told him about what happened he whooped and told her she was truly a bad badass. She smiled, feeling pleased and more than a little proud. When she asked about what happened with Sarana he shrugged and said that she wasn't a problem anymore. He refused to talk about it beyond that. Riley frowned. Jack had never been shy about sharing his battle field stories before. Riley looked at the house as they pulled in. She let out a long breath. It was over, it was really over. Jack got out of the car without a word and strode into the house. Riley frowned. Except MacGyver. Was he any better? She found herself reluctant to go in and see how he was.

Jack sat in Mac's room studying his partner's face. Bozer had said he'd woken up, but since Jack and Riley have been back he hasn't moved a muscle. Jack leaned his elbows on his knees staring at the floor. He was kind of glad it was quiet and he was alone with his sleeping partner. It gave him a chance to think. He had murdered in cold blood. He ran a hand through his hair. He didn't really feel bad, in fact he didn't regret it at all. If he hadn't the crazy bitch would never stop following Mac. Flashes of Mac stuck by those thorns like a frog being disected, confused Mac...the screams...Jack rubbed his eyes. No, the bitch got what she diserved. He frowned. It bothered him that he wasn't more bothered by it. He'd done worse in his time, for less reason, but he'd put that all behind him didn't he?

"What's wrong?" The familiar voice was barely above a whisper. Jack's head snapped up and he grinned in delight. Mac studied him with sleepy but clear eyes.

"I was waiting for you to get off your lazy ass and wake up." He said leaning in closer. Mac smiled weakly, but his concern didn't diminish. Jack found himself turning away looking at the ground.

"Jack?" Mac asked. Jack felt a week hand wrap around his wrist. He fought the urge to pull away. Oddly he felt like he was dirty and didn't want to get Mac dirty. "Jack?"

"You really need to get some sleep." Jack said standing up to leave. To his surprise Mac held on with a solid vise grip.

"Tell me." He said worry morphing to fear in his blue eyes. Jack sat back down and put his hand over his partner's. He would always do whatever he had to to keep fear from ever coming near those eyes ever again.

"It's fine...I was just…" Jack trailed off, his eyes drifting to the distance. Mac frowned. Jack looked at him. "Do you think I'm a good man?" He asked. Mac's eyes widened.

"Where is this coming from?" Mac asked. Jack looked at the floor.

"No, nevermind...it's all good…it's nothing…"

"Doesn't sound like nothing." Mac squeezed Jack's wrist until the older man looked up at him. Jack sighed and leaned back letting Mac keep his wrist.

"Do you ever think...ever think that I could go too far, do something...evil." Jack said. "Maybe not evil, but really, really bad."

"What happened?" Mac's voice was getting stronger with worry, but his breathing was also sounding harsher. Jack shook his head and was going to tell Mac to let it go. Mac had other ideas. "I do think you're a good man." He said softly. Jack looked up to him a hunger in his eyes. Mac smilled fondly. "I think you only do bad things to help other people…." Mac had to pause for air, before Jack could interrupt Mac continued speaking. "I know…" Mac grabbed Jack's wrist hard enough to leave fingernail marks. Jack didn't even flinch. " I KNOW you are a good man, Jack. Whatever you did that made you doubt yourself…" Mac closed his eyes as he sank back exhaustion. He slowly opened his eyes. "...you...sometimes you're stupid." Mac finished. His hand fell weakly from Jack's wrist. Jack felt the tingle of tears growing in his eyes.

"No doubt about that." He said softly as Mac drifted off. Jack smiled down at hiim. Jack took a deep breath and crossed over to the bed he'd been staying in. He laid down and felt the accumulation of stress over the past few weeks, past few months, hell the past year float off his shoulders. He yawned having trouble staying awake. He looked over at Mac, for the gazillionth time honored to have a friend like MacGyver. He felt his eyes slowly sag. Finally the Valhalla project was dead with all its branches past and present. Mac had a long recovery ahead of him, but he'd make it. It would be rough at times, but Jack would do everything humanly possible to help his friend get back up to full strength, then keep him there.

Jack let out a deep breath, relaxing at the easy breathing of his friend, his partner, his brother beside him. Jack didn't know if he was a good man, but he knew Mac was. Jack smiled. He would do anything he could do to keep it that way. He dreamed off to a long restful sleep.

Sarana opened her eyes. She gasped in agony. A nurse stood over her injecting something in her IV. Slowly the pain melted from unbearable to agony. She glanced around her and smiled at the irony. She was in the same maternal hospital she had chased MacGyver through.

"You are lucky to be alive." The woman said. Sarana nodded and went to move her right hand. She was surprised to find it handcuffed to the bed. The nurse shot her a sympathetic look as she turned and left. The entire room came into focus. The women in the ward were walking and talking to each other with babies in their arms. On the other side of the curtain separating her from the other patients she could just make out the form of a police man. Sarana began to laugh. She winced holding her side, but continued to laugh. MacGyver and Jack Dalton had given her a great gift. She had been searching for an answer to one of the most important questions in existence. How do people survive? How do they keep going when all else is lost? Sarana grinned up at the ceiling fan lazily turning above her bed. She finally had her answer. Why had she survived? One word-revenge. Sarana Lupia laughed until the drugs kicked in and she drifted away with a happy smile on her face.

There we are, the end of a fun story. Thank you all for reading and your wonderful feedback you have no idea how much I appreciate it. After killing Sarana off so satisfactorily, why did I let her live? (I hear you shout this through the screen) well blame a friend of mine. She thought that it would be fun to have her and Murdoc hang together in a story. I wanted to leave it open for that possibility. Coming soon- In the works is a story called Inferno where Mac and co fight a murder cult in the middle of a forest fire, and a project called Bits and Bobs-season one, where I am going to watch the entire season (I desperately want new ones!) and episode by episode write missing scenes/ AU/ and whatever else seems like fun. Again thank you so much!