Title: We'll always have Naples
Author: gothikmaus
Fandom: MacGyver (2016)
Pairing: Jack/Sara
Rating: PG-13
Category: angst, ficlet, episode-related
Summary: No one is getting any sleep the night before the sting. Though for very different reasons.
A/N: Missing scene from episode 1x12 "Screwdriver". Written for George Eads Appreciation Week 2022. February 28th prompt: "Relationship/Friendship".
MacGyver and all related characters are property of CBS. I own nothing. No copyright infringement intended.
Jack checked all the windows, opened all the cabinets and drawers, looked behind every curtain. No hidden cameras, no microphones, no assassins ready to kill them in their sleep. The place was as safe as it could get.
He sat down on the sofa, leaned back against the cushions, and started idly browsing through his cell phone. It only took him a few moments to realize what the sounds coming from the next room were. He groaned.
'At least someone is having a good time,' he thought bitterly.
He quickly got up and went to the bathroom. When he came back, Sarah was standing in the doorway.
"Seems like no one's getting any sleep tonight, huh?"
'Though for very different reasons,' he mentally added.
She didn't say a word, just took a few steps towards him, closing the distance separating them, and stopped directly in front of him. Close. Too close. Jack's heart was beating in his throat, and then her hand was on his cheek, thumb stroking gently over the stubbly skin as she leaned even closer. Jack's eyes fluttered shut as her lips touched his, a small gasp escaping his mouth at the contact. His right hand rose of its own accord, cradling the back of her head like he had done so many times before.
It was over way too soon.
When he opened his eyes again, she was looking at him, an expression he knew all too well on her face.
"I..."
'I don't want you to get married. Please. I want you back. I want you.'
It would be so easy: he still remembered how to touch her to have her pliant in his arms, what to do to make her shiver and moan his name. To make her come. He wanted to run his hands down her sides, caress her waist, grab her hips. He wanted to push her against the nearest wall and kiss her until they were both out of breath. He wanted to undress her slowly and spend hours familiarizing himself again with every inch of her skin. He wanted to love her until she had forgotten all about her stupid fiancé and their stupid wedding.
He did none of those things. Instead, he took a step back and turned his face away, immediately missing her touch as she let her hand fall away from his cheek.
"We should go to sleep. At least someone should get some rest if we want tomorrow's sting to have the slightest chance of success."
"Yeah," she simply said, just like she had on the balcony.
Neither of them moved, both just standing there in front of each other. Sarah was the one to eventually break the silence.
"Goodnight Jack."
Her voice was barely above a whisper.
Jack opened his mouth, but no sound came out. She looked at him one last time before turning and walking out of the room. He screwed his eyes shut and pressed the heels of his hands against his closed eyelids, forcing back the tears.
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February 2022