Macgyver Oneshots

Timer + Bomb + Wires

Five

He heard the click, the dreadful metallic, all too familiar, sound as the bomb was activated. Cringing, he quickly glanced away from the cover panel he had been removing, looking towards the countdown screen that seconds ago had been blank, unactivated and unintimidating. Five minutes, slowly counting downward glared back at him in unflinchingly neon green. "There must have been a trip wire... I pulled the cover off too quick." He muttered to himself, quickly shaking his head as if to erase the thought. How the timer had been activated didn't matter now. It was done. Stopping the bomb was his only priority.

Four

Four loud pops rang out through the air from outside the building, echoing back to him twice as loud through the tiny earpiece he was wearing, keeping him connected. Sounds that a younger man, though technically he was still a young man himself, might have mistaken for fireworks. Pop, pop, pop, pop. In rapid succession. Four shots and then silence. He paused for a second, waiting, listening, readying, just in case. It was unnecessary though, because like always, just a breath later a voice came across the private line in his ear. "All clear, bud. They're taken care of. Do your thing."

Three

Three colors of wires formed a twisted, tangled, ball of confusion, nestled among the innards of the bomb. There was no rhyme or reason to how they were arranged, random loops and knots doubled back and wrapped around, forming a near perfect sphere the size of his fist. Reds and white and blues mingled together, a perverted take on patriotism's colors. He found himself wondering if it's design was intentional. "Not gonna matter if it was on purpose or not." His partner's voice interrupted. Apparently, he had been speaking out loud and hadn't even noticed. "A bomb's a bomb. Red, white, and blue or not it'll kill you no matter how pretty the colors are. Disarm it and get the hell outta dodge." A quick glance at the timer left him scrambling, time seemed to be moving a lot faster than he was at the moment. "You got this." And with those words to focus him, he went back to work.

Two

An entire precious minute had steadily ticked by when the door to the abandoned building he was crouched in burst open and a pair of boots quickly jogged their way closer to him and the bomb. He didn't bother to look up though. Not only did he not have the time to waste, but he knew the sound of his partner's bootsteps just as well as he did his own. "You need to get out of here." He said, eyes still deciphering the maze of wires as he spoke. "Even if we find cover in here, if this thing blows... Well, let's just say it won't end well." Despite his words, two boots, tan and dusty, with haphazardously tied laces, parked themselves just in the corner of his peripheral vision. "You know the rule, kid. You go kaboom, I go kaboom."

One

One chance. That was all he was given. He had one chance to cut the correct wire, just one of many in his hands. If he chose wrong he (along with his partner and who knows how many harmless citizens) wouldn't be around to take another guess. "I'm not tryin' to pressure you, or anything pal, but that clock's just got seconds on it now. Whatever you're gonna do, do it now." He sighed, quickly making a decision without giving himself time to second guess it, and positioned the blades of his SAK's scissors around the chosen wire. He closed his eyes as the blades closed, preparing for the worst case scenario. Instead, he was met with only silence. Blue eyes snapped open, quickly finding the timer, frozen with less than one minute left, and his partner, smiling confidently down at him as if he hadn't had a doubt in the world that he would succeed. The one man crazy enough to stay by his side, no matter what.