by Cindy Combs
"Well, at least I don't have to worry about someone shooting my best man anymore," Terry commented with a grin.
"Aw, I didn't know you cared," Sam replied, returning the grin.
"I don't," Terry replied with a serious look. "You know how upset Sunny would be if the wedding was ruined by not having a best man?" The two old friends looked at each other and started laughing. Soon everyone joined in.
"Will you be able to stay for the wedding?" Joan asked Blair and Jim.
"Sorry, ma'am " Jim started.
"Joan."
Jim tilted his head politely in her direction. "Joan. Thank you for the invitation, but we need to get back to Cascade."
"Yeah," Blair added, "Jim needs to get back to work, and I have a stack of paperwork I need to finish before Sam and I leave for the cabin Monday."
"Is your father joining you?" Fraser asked.
Sam and Blair exchanged worried looks. "We don't know," Sam replied.
"Neither of us has been able to reach him the last couple weeks," Blair added.
Sensing the strain, Chris quickly asked, "What is Mrs. Farrell's cabin like?"
As the conversation shifted, Jim quietly studied the two younger men. Both were now safe and sound. Yet what was up with MacGyver? It was totally unlike Mac not to show up in Chicago to help Sam. Simon had still not been able to reach him. Has the man who admitted that getting into trouble was 'in the genes' found trouble again himself?
And will MacGyver need help getting out of it?
Next day, Miami, Florida
Lisa Woodward walked along the crowded airport terminal, drinking the last of the iced Pepsi from her cup. It was nice to be back in the good old U.S.A. The young woman tossed the cup into the trash can, her long dark braid swinging across her back as she turned towards her gate. The year helping at the orphanage and school in rual Venezuela had been fun. She had made life-long friends and had grown up considerably down there. She wouldn't trade the experience for the world.
However, right now she longed for cable TV, a pizza, a shower, and an air conditioned room. Not necessarily in that order, considering the heat. Silently debating about what she was going to do first once she was back home in California, Lisa didn't see the man until they collided.
"Excuse me " Lisa's eyes briefly widened. Before she could say another word, the tall man slightly shook his head and quickly walked away.
Taking a deep breath, Lisa resisted the urge to look back at the man who would be disappearing in the crowd. Why is he here, and why didn't he want me to say his name? Is he in trouble? Fighting the urge to turn around and find out if her friend was okay, she continued walking casually towards her gate. As she reached it, the flight attendant began calling row numbers. She quickly got in line and boarded the plane.
At the other end of the terminal, the tall, lanky man ducked behind a pillar. Leaning against it, he fought against the weakness he couldn't seem to shake. Before he could push away and continue walking, a hand grabbed his arm. "Mr. MacGyver," the voice hissed. "You've been a bad boy running away like that with the disc. It is time to come back with us."
"What if I don't want to come?" MacGyver asked casually, though his body tightened.
"Oh, I'd have to stab you with my knife that's in your back," the man replied.
Feeling the point through his shirt, MacGyver reluctantly followed.
After the 'fasten seatbelts' light was turned off, Lisa reached into her bag searching for her address book. Her fingers wrapped around another familiar shape. However, she wasn't expecting a computer disc. In fact, she hadn't touched a computer since leaving for Venezuela. So much for answering the 'Have you been given any items to take on this flight' question correctly. Pulling out the 3.5" diskette, she quickly examined it. The label read "L - get this to Blair Sandburg, Rainier University, Cascade WA. - M"
Gosh, Mac. What kind of trouble are you in this time? And who is Blair Sandburg?
The End - for now
Author's note 9/10/98: Yeah, I know. You all want to know what's going on with MacGyver, don't you? *smile* I promise that the 'as yet unnamed' sequel will be next on my agenda, right after I write the sequel to Before Dawn. Sorry for the delay, but I can only write so fast and have to work during the day to keep my dog in dog chow. *wink*
Cindy