Author's Note: So recently Haven126 posted their masterful Turkey Day series (which if you haven't read you need to run, not walk to read the series!) on AO3 and uploaded a new chapter to their 'Trimmings' series. In it Mac turned himself & Jack blue to con the bad guys into thinking they were dead (seriously you need to go read it) so I commented saying it would have been hilarious to see Bozer's reaction to them being blue. We commented back and forth, and Haven126 asked if anyone had written about the excuses that Bozer had been given. I replied I didn't think so, and Haven's reply was, "I sense some new fic coming from you soon." And with an endorsement like that I couldn't help but to write a little something despite being in the middle of a couple of other stories, lol. So here is the first one, "Why so blue?"

With a huge thanks to my Beta bkworm4life4 for all of her hard work, and for the title as well! She is awesome! As always I don't own MacGyver

Why So Blue?

Stepping out of the Phoenix showers in the men's locker room Mac was irritated to realize that he was still blue, albeit a lighter shade of blue than before, but still blue. The other shower shut off and Jack's voice floated out, "Hey Hoss?"

"Yeah," Mac knew what Jack was going to say even before he said it.

"This junk that you gave me to get it off, just ain't cuttin' it." Jack's loud voice echoed off the tiles in the otherwise empty locker room. "I'm still blue. Not like blue, blue, but still blue."

"Think you could say blue a few more times in a sentence, there Jack?" Mac asked with a grin as he toweled his hair dry.

A moment passed then, "No?"

Mac grinned at how Jack said it and he could just imagine Jack's face, "Yeah, I'm blue too." Mac answered as he got dressed.

"So, what are we gonna tell Bozer?" Mac could tell that Jack was out of the shower and was also getting dressed. Mac groaned as he thought about what to tell his best friend and roommate. Bozer didn't know that he and Jack actually worked for a covert agency and were really spies. He thought that they just worked at a think tank, doing think tanky things. Jack's voice cut into Mac's thoughts, "I ain't missin' supper man, when you called to say we were going to be running a bit late it sounded so good, and playin' dead has left me hungry enough to eat a cow. Everything but the moo and hooves."

"Gross!" Mac exclaimed, He knew that the tongue and tail were considered a delicacy in other countries, but he shuddered at the thought as Jack plopped down on the bench beside him, injured leg splayed out in front of him.

"You coming up with any ideas in the big brain of yours?" Jack stomped his boot on and started lacing it up. "You could always tell him that we went to a rave and got paint on us?" Jack shrugged, as he gingerly put his other boot on the injured ankle.

Mac looked incredulously at his partner, "How do you even know what a rave is, much less have you ever been to one? And how's the ankle?"

Jack shrugged, wiggled the ankle a few times, and headed towards the door, "Tomato, to-ma-to. It's a lot better Hoss. I can walk on it an everythin', Doc just said to take it easy for a little bit. Well you have until we get to your house to decide." Jack grinned back at Mac. "And I'm driving." With a silent groan Mac grabbed his knapsack and hurried to catch up to Jack. They had only gotten a few steps when Jack froze. "I've got it!" He exclaimed. "We did one of those run things where they throw the colors at you!" Jack grinned obviously proud of himself.

"Well that might work for me, but what about you?" Mac teased as he laughed at the glare on Jack face. "Now that I think about it, the spatter pattern wouldn't match. The dye is thrown, and I-"

Jack held up a hand stopping Mac in his tracks. "Hang, on, there Bud. One, I can run just as fast as you there. Usain Bolt, I just choose not to when somethings not chasing me, and two I don't care what you tell Bozer, as long as he believes you. Now hurry up I'm starving."

On the drive back to his place Mac racked his brain trying to think of something that would make sense and Bozer would believe. It had to be something that people who worked at a think tank would do, so it couldn't be anything too crazy, which totally eliminated the truth. Before Mac knew it, Jack was pulling into the driveway. With a glance at his partner Jack exited the vehicle, "I hope you brought your tap shoes."

Opening the front door the aroma of freshly baked bread and chili greeted them. "Hey Boze, we're back." Mac called out as he closed the door.

"And we're starving! Man that smells good!" Jack threw in for good measure.

"Oh good, I've had the…" Bozer's voice trailed off as he turned around and caught sight of Mac and Jack. He stared at them blinking a few times, and then asked, "Why so blue?" Bozer started laughing like he had told the funniest joke ever, pretty soon he was sitting on the floor he was laughing so hard. After a few minutes Bozer managed to pull himself together. "Seriously man, why are ya'll so…" He waved his hands at them, "blue?"

Mac looked at Jack, "Well-" Mac started to say, then the perfect excuse hit him. "The National Treasury had asked us to see if we could make the dye packs that are put in bank robbery bags more potent. They wanted something that would coat the robbers and be even harder to get off, So I was experimenting with one of the new packs in my office..."

Jack's eyes lit up and he seamlessly took over the story. "And I was just sitting there, bored outta my gourd and waiting for Mac while he was doing his brain thing, so when I found this stack of money I got all excited and picked it up. Mac tried to stop me, but then the dang thing exploded all over both of us. I jumped so badly that I aggravated an old Delta injury to my ankle." He held up his injured ankle, then with a grin continued, "If you think this is bad, you should have seen us earlier before I scrubbed several layers of my skin off."

Bozer had a huge grin on his face, "Whatever you say Papa Smurf."

Jack elbowed Mac in the side, "Guess, that makes you Brainy Smurf, Hoss."

"That makes me hungry." Mac replied as he rolled his eyes at Jack

"I don't care what you call me, as long as you call me for supper." Jack quipped.

"Whatever you say Genie." Bozer snickered, "Or with your hair like that more like Sonic the hedgehog." He grinned at his two blue friends. "This is gonna be fun!"

At Jack's long expression Bozer said, "Go sit down. I'll bring your food to you." As they passed by Bozer said, "Make sure you prop that foot up, and I'll grab you a ice pack in your favorite color of course." Bozer burst out laughing again as he disappeared into the kitchen to dish up the food.

"Gentlemen," Bozer placed two bowls of steaming hot chili with a thick slab of cornbread, steam still curling from it. After he set his own food down he pulled out his phone, "I feel like we need some music to enjoy our dinner with. Here we go!" A second later the sound of 'Blue (Da Ba De)' by Eiffel 65 started playing, almost drown out by Bozer's laugher and Mac and Jack's twin groans. Mac had a feeling that the next several days would feel like an eternity. "Smile for the camera!" Bozer called as he snapped what Mac was sure was a horrific picture. It was definitely going to be a long several days.

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