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macdoc hannigram au where murdoc cons his way into a psychiatric license at the phoenix and is assigned to mac

alternatively: bodyswap with murdoc and a roomba that births irl stabby the roomba. mac is very confused about why the thing keeps following him

(with the bodyswap, your damn straight, like pls just imagine mac with the strangest attachment, like a baby duckling, it keep stabbing at his ankles, like why the fuck are you so strange? but mac’s strangely attached bc its kinda like a puppy and so just baby proofs everything. murdoc mentally raises a dagger that flips mac off even as it tries to take him out at the ankles once more.)

but with the hannigram au!!!

jokes on u binch bc i was already thinking of something like that and have like a few paragraphs written that i then added to bc of u and it’s a further au of where nikki is actually part of the organisation, and maybe she runs her mouth a little too much, about this blonde hair wunderkind that she’s been stringing along, he’s cute, like a little puppy, can’t stay mad at him for too long either but damn does he have his issues, honestly, the amount of time it got for him to trust me? like fuck, i know spies are suspicious but christ

And it’s almost ridiculously easy to slip in, Nikki’s assistance is what makes it that easy, though the fact that even the top team of a clandestine government agency doesn’t know his identity helps. Still, it’s easy enough to slip beneath the surface, especially with news of Nikki’s supposed death and then reemergence as a night of the living dead extra, certain things seem to get overly criticised and certain things seem to have gotten ....under reported.

Murdoc settles in quite easily, integrates himself seamlessly into people that have been reported to be quite close to dear Angus, slips in easily with the surrounding medical staff and the three other psychiatric staff. His makeshift credentials hold up incredibly well, and he does send Nikki a box of her favourite comfort wine as a thank you for that.

When it eventually comes to meeting Angus, one on one, it’s under the considerable command of Patricia Thornton - a cold woman, very skilled, Murdoc has had to be very careful around her. He respects her, yes, admires her even, but she’s a pain to have to move around, why, she’s almost managed to make him before! - and literally having to be marched in by Angus’s very rude rabid mutt, Dalton. Murdoc doesn’t need to have his actual psychiatric license to know all about Dalton’s issues.

Angus sits down, right in the middle of the comfortable leather chair, he’s fiddling with something, silver and glistening in the too bright overhead lights. He’s in tan levi’s and a pale grey henley, exposing the corded muscles of his forearms. He’s nervous, that much is obvious. Whilst his shoulders are straight, tense, almost unnoticeable but, well, Murdoc doesn’t mean to brag, but he is one of the best in the business. He has the ego to match most days. It’s a character flaw.

Still, he’s nervous, trying to hide it. There’s a rather large note in cramped, almost chicken writing in Angus’s incredibly thin file that says that he doesn’t like therapists. Every time Murdoc gets a look at the note, he feels his spine itching, reminded of why he himself doesn’t like therapists, or even doctors. God awful handwriting, the lot of them. At least this one is face down in a shallow grave, not able to terrorize poor unsuspecting people with her terrible hand writing.

“Well, Angus,” He says, leans forward in his chair, eyes fixed fast on poor, dear Angus. Murdoc clicks a pen, soft, echoing, watches how Angus blinks reflexively, hiding the full bodied flinch. Interesting, a learned response. Murdoc simply needs to dig in and see where that came from, remembers the line of “...fascinatingly high threshold of pain, unable to determine the cause, apparently displaying it even before becoming an EOD tech..”. “This is the first time we’ve met, if I remember.”

Angus gives a jerky nod, still he does not look at Murdoc, not properly at least. His head is risen but his eyes, distant, oceanic blue, never look at Murdoc’s, skitter across his face, staring at anywhere but his eyes. He wonders what he’d find if he forced Angus to simply look at him.

“You can call me Dennis,” He says. The pen clicks. Angus blinks. Murdoc smiles. “I’d give you a spiel all about myself, but we’re not hear to talk about me, though, are we? How are you, Angus?”

“...Mac,” A quiet voice, eyes darting to his, immediately darting away. Angus bites his lip, his hands are fisted now, the little silver paperclip abandoned on his knee. It’s been forced in the shape of a miniature gun, even a replica silencer attached. Simply delicious. Murdoc imagines that if he was an actual psychiatrist, he’d be itching already to talk about that. Mostly, Murdoc just wants to see what makes the boy scout tick. “People call me Mac, or MacGyver.”

Murdoc smiles. The pen clicks. Angus blinks. His shoulders are tense, hands fisting further; his knuckles are white, the skin forced tortuously tight across the bones. Murdoc wonder’s what it feels like; not just what it feels like to be so tightly wound in your head, bu what the skin feels like, would it be soft, easy to crack open, for the blood to seep out, spilling into the tributaries of his flesh, would his fingers twist just as easily? Murdoc wants to find out, has to grit his teeth, smile around his want.

Soon, he soothes himself. Soon.

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