Weardians and Witans
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Another lanky figure sat down next to him, handing him a glass of reddish iced tea. "Daniel said you might like this. It's from one of the Celestial Seasoning's herb teas he likes. Lemon something or other, I think."
"Thanks." Mac took a sip, his eyes still trained on the group in the meadow below. "And thanks for setting up this meeting before Blair goes to the academy."
O'Neill studied his double a moment. "You're not too keen on Blair becoming a cop, are you?"
Mac shrugged. "Blair's been a cop in all but name since I've known him. While I wish he could do something safer that didn't involve a gun, it's what he wants. Considering I've never played it safe in my entire life, it would be hypocritical of me to stand in his way. Besides, I know Jim will keep an eye on him." He turned to face Jack, again studying the features he knew from looking in a mirror. "You know, I still can't believe this. We have to be related somehow."
Jack chuckled. "You think? Though as far as I know, there are no MacGyvers in my family tree. My mother's maiden name was Petersen and my paternal grandma's was Pratt."
"Pratt? Hmmm." Mac grew thoughtful. "A while back, a friend had my genealogy done by this expert. He was coming up with some pretty wild leaps, so I only about half believed what he wrote down. However, I do remember that he claimed there had been some rumors that my grandfather's grandmother had gotten pregnant by another man before marrying her husband. So my great-grandfather might have really been the son of some dimebook novelist named Ernest Pratt."
"Who wrote the Nicodemus Legend books?" Jack asked, stunned. "Yeah, he was an ancestor of mine. In fact, one of my great-aunts claimed I looked like him. But then, I always thought Aunt Hattie was a little off her rocker. You don't suppose..." Jack's voice trailed off as they stared at each other.
Then Mac shrugged his shoulders. "Who knows? Though it would explain it."
Jack shook his head, then glanced back to the meadow. "You have a good son there. I thoroughly enjoyed seeing him punch Maybourne."
"Sounds like he had good cause."
"He did. I suspect everyone has wanted to deck Maybourne at some point. I've come close a few times myself." Jack glanced at his double. "Your other son have a good right?"
Mac chuckled. "Not bad. Sam's been taking martial arts classes during the brief times he's in the States. Which is a good thing. The way he and his brother attract trouble, it's amazing I'm not totally gray by now."
Jack smiled, though the humor didn't quite touch his eyes. "Doesn't seem like any of us live safe lives."
"No, but I've learned it helps to have friends along the way." Mac gave his double a smile.
Jack offered his hand. "Then consider me one of them. If you ever need my help, just let me know."
"Same here," Mac returned, shaking the hand of his maybe cousin.
The End
Author's note, 5/14/00: And thus begins the adventures of Cascade's sentinel and guide after The Sentinel by Blair Sandburg. And trust me, there are many more adventures for Jim, Blair, MacGyver and Sam, whenever I have time to write them down! In fact, I'm about half- way through their misadventures in San Fransisco with the three Halliwell sisters in 'Charming the Hawk'. Hopefully, that story will be done in another month or so. Then I'll have to get started on my next CVT episode. But hopefully after that, I can start work on either another Roachia story, or a visit by Murdoc at Halloween.
Cindy