Summary: Inspired by William Singe’s cover of “Climax” by Usher. Listen here.
Do we separate?. Don’t wanna give in, so we both gave up. Can’t take it back, it’s too late, we’ve reached the climax
No marriage was ever going to remain perfect, that’s not how commitment was built to be. Rough patches, roadblocks and obstacles were apart of any relationship whether it just be starting out or years old. You strongly believed that a relationship was only as good as the solid foundations holding it up – loyalty, trust, love, communication and honesty. With Mac you thought all five of those foundations were indestructible, strong enough to last any storm. But, that was just the naive side of you talking. Because, in truth, even marriage with Angus Macgyver couldn’t be all roses and rainbows.
“You really have to calm down, Mac”.
Your husband ruffled his hair, slightly scoffing.
Things weren’t exactly in the best place between you and Mac. Little things like not cleaning the dishes, running out of toothpaste, forgetting to text the other if a mission ran late all piled up and started unnecessary fights. Ones that should be harmless banter, instead, were turned into full fledged arguments. This time it was, according to Mac, your recklessness during a prior mission that sparked this on going debate.
“I have the right to be upset, just like you would be if the roles were reversed”. He ventured into the bedroom, which the both of you compromised to fit each other’s personality. “In fact, didn’t we have this same exact discussion when Murdoc shot me just a few weeks ago?. Yet, back then it was okay for you to bring this topic up, but when I do it I’m just being an over-protective, unreasonable ass”.
There was no right answer, saying what you really wanted would only prolong this stuipd fight and you hated being at odds with Mac. However, staying silent also had it’s down falls. So, whichever path you took the result was going to remain the same. Choosing the second option, you turned on the bathroom light, and got rid of the dirty clothes you’d been in for the last 24 hours. Grabbing the silky dark blue night gown off the back of the door, you stood in front of the mirror, breathing heavily.
“So that’s it, we go to bed angry?”. Mac leaned against the threshold, arms folded.
Throwing the toothbrush onto the counter, you rubbed your face. “I guess so”. Pushing past him, this made your heart severely ache. You hated this feeling.
Mac turned his body, still leaning on the door but now looking into the bedroom as opposed to the bathroom. “I’m your husband, I can’t just turn that off out in the field. When I hear through the coms that my wife has made a reckless, unsafe move, I’m allowed to freak out”.
“I get that, Mac, but your also suppose to trust that I know what I’m doing. That whatever decision I make, whether it turns out in my favor or not, I can count on my husband to back me”.
Stepping forward, Mac undid his shirt, and reached for a plain grey t-shirt. “How can I back a decision that almost got you killed?”. Forcefully discarding away the dirty shirt into the hamper.
“The same way I do with you”. Jumping up from the bed, pacing to the other side. “Why can’t you trust in my ability as an agent?”. Your eyes glossed with tears, nonetheless, you held them back.
“This has nothing to do with me trusting in your abilities, because I do. But it’s my job to keep you safe!. So, when a madmen has a gun pointed at my wife it means that I failed to do that”. He semi shouted, chest rising. Removing his dad’s watch, Mac laid it out on the night stand. Throwing back the covers, he expected you to climb in.
“Did it ever occur to you that I don’t always need you to be the hero?. Maybe I just want you to be my supportive husband who believes in me”.
Taking your pillow and a spare blanket neatly folded at the foot of the bed,
you walked into Bozer’s old room and got ready for bed.
It wasn’t long before Mac appeared, urging you to come back to the shared bed. That it was best to put this argument on pause, get a fresh, level head and deal with it in the morning. Disagreeing, you told him in a firm voice that you were staying put and he’d just have to deal with sleeping alone for the night. Shutting the door, he lingered for a split second, eventually turning on his heel. You sunk into the cold sheets, staring mostly at the ceiling. Not being able to turn off the countless of thoughts preventing you from sleep.
The Next Day
Waking up with a groggy head, coffee wasn’t going to be the fix you desperately needed it to be, but it was going to have to do for now. Pouring two cups you lightly knocked on the door. Jarring it open with your foot, the bed had been roughly made and there was no sign of Mac. Walking back into the kitchen, you poured the contents of Mac’s mug down the drain, wanting nothing more to curl up and let tears fall.
Checking any voicemails or messages – nothing, not a single one.
You remembered the day Mac asked you to be his girlfriend. He received a little push from the team to do so, but you’d never forget the feeling of that night. The way it felt to take a chance on a new, exciting relationship. To discover that person in a new light, to know all their dreams and fears, to love them despite any flaws or faults. From then on, you and Mac thought the relationship was invincible. Even when the honeymoon phase was over and the marriage really begun, that mindset hadn’t change. Reaching that two year mark made you think the rest of the years would be a breeze and you guys would always be on the same wave length. And maybe that was the mistake. Thinking that nothing could break the solid foundations you and Mac worked so hard to maintain.
You glanced at the decent sized diamond ring. The longer you did, the more it got you angry. Taking it off your finger, you threw it across the floorboards. Sliding down the cabinets, phone falling beside you, staring at nothing in particular.
Hours later, the sound of distant footsteps no doubt belonging to Mac snapped you out of the reminiscence trance. Counting the steps until he made it into the kitchen, you glanced up at him. He sat down beside you. Falling into his chest, you cried, and you swore you felt a tear fall from Mac’s eyes too.
Getting up from the floor after a fair amount of time just being in Mac’s embrace, your back was beginning to hurt from having nothing but a hard surface as support. Mac pointed to your bare hand. “Where’s your ring?”.
Rubbing the empty spot, it slipped your mind that it wasn’t resting on your finger. Clearing your throat, “Somewhere around here. I threw it off and I have no idea where it landed”.
Mac searched for the ring, careful to not accidentally squash the piece of jewellery. Finding the diamond ring hiding behind the stool leg, he gave it back and you knew he wasn’t happy at the sheer fact you took it off in the first place. Especially after the both of you stated in the vows that no matter what they wouldn’t come off.
“Mac”, reaching out, at the same time he shook off your attempt at contact. “I was angry and I woke up to find you not here”. Trailing off, not knowing what else to say.
“I was angry too, but you didn’t see me take off my ring. We vowed-”.
Not wanting another argument to erupt, you injected. “I know, I know what we said in our vows. But me taking off the ring, it-it doesn’t mean anything”. You frowned when he placed his ring on the counter. “What are you doing?”.
He shrugged his shoulders. “If it doesn’t mean anything then you won’t mind if I take mine off”.
Surprised at his bold action, you pressed your lips together. “Okay, fine, you made your point. I’m sorry I took my ring off, can you please put yours back on?”. Your heart sped up, when Mac made no effort to do so. “Mac!”. Shouting, in a desperate plea.
“I don’t know if I can do this anymore”. He whispered.
His words hit you like a mountain of bricks. Shaking your head in disbelief. “No, no, don’t you dare say that Angus Macgyer!”.
He stood before you, direct eye contact. “Do you love me?”. Sternly asking.
Eyes wide open, “Of course I do, how can you think otherwise?”. Insulted that he’d even ask such a question.
“Do you know what ran through my head when I saw your ring wasn’t on your finger?. That for a split second you gave up on us, on me”.
Touching his cheek, “In recent weeks we may have fought more than usual, but that’s one thing I could never do, Mac. I would never give up on you, on this marriage”. Closing the small gap, you traced his lips.
Picking up his ring, it fumbled in your grip. Holding it up, Mac took the sliver band. He kissed you, deepening it as much as he could. Getting lost in how he tasted, you wished the kiss lasted longer. Mac didn’t say a word as he walked down the hall and into the bedroom.
Finding your feet to open the door after what seemed like eternity, Mac
was already in bed. Making your way over he wasn’t asleep just pretending to shut his eyes, it was evident from the way he was struggling to keep them closed. Kissing him on the forehead, “No matter what happens, I love you”.
It took every ounce of willpower to head for the spare bedroom. The foundations were all coming undone. What once made this relationship
unbreakable were the very things ripping it in two. The communication
was gone, trust regarding work was on shaky ground and honesty flew out
the window the minute you lied to Mac. The only two pillars that remained
unscratched were love and loyalty. And you desperately prayed they were
enough to save you and Mac.
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