Macgyver imagines

Jack Dalton: 25-PART 2

"Be the type of person who leaves a mark not a scar."
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Summary: continued from 25

Warnings: None.

Prompts :

"I shouldn't stay long. I just had to see you."

"So you're a witch?"
"What gave it away, the pointy hat or the broom?"

"Actually the burning cauldron."

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"Who is she to you? Matti asked immediately after they exited the prison, having heard the whole conversation through the one way mirror.

Jack sighed and pulled out his wallet, just before they reached the car, they stopped to look at him. "She was my girl." he showed them a picture, fairly recent, and they both looked more happy than the team had ever seen them.

"She was amazing." Jack said hopping into the drivers seat. MacGyver sat in the backseat, Matti took shotgun. "Then how'd she end up here? Without you knowing?"

Jack sighed and rested his hand on the wheel for a second. "I came back from a mission. She was gone, stuff packed, no note. And I thought that was it. We were done, she got fed up with me."
Matti reached over and grabbed his shoulder, "We're getting her out of there."

Jack nodded, "We are. I am NOT leaving her with those maniacs. Especially Murdoc."

Mac agreed. "Once he finds out you know her, he wont leave her alone."

What they didn't know was that the psychotic man himself, knew exactly that. And at that present moment, was slamming her against a table in the mess hall. "I shouldn't stay long, I just had to see you." he laughed, mimicking a conversation she had with Jack long before this prison was in the picture. This only showed to Miley that he must've been stalking them and if not then paid someone else too. She felt an odd sense of violation at their private conversations now public.

Murdoc slammed her against the table again, but this time, she refused to be a rag doll and kicked him the groin, charging him with a punch and knocking him back into a chair. Right about then the guard walked in once again, and saw her standing over Murdoc, her hand bloody, and grabbed her, hauling her away from the man she so strongly hated.

The guard obviously thought this was her fault and threw her into a holding cell, where they threw bad inmates for a week, after they were the cause of a fight. The guard must have conveniently missed the point where she was the victim, the blood oozing from her head showing the evidence.

The door was slammed shut and she was left alone with only her breath making a sound.