AN: I own nothing! Nope, if I did I wouldn't be currently job hunting!

I was planning on waiting till later to write this, but I knew that I needed something to get me in the right mindset for Gordon. I have the hardest time relating to his character out of all the Tracys. I've never found anything that has said where in Kansas they were from, simply that Jeff grew up on his parent's farm, kinda like Dorothy…lol!

As with my other stories, this one has not been betad (sp?). I did my best to find any grammatical or spelling errors. As usual, some of the sentenced meant to be spoken by the characters contain intentional grammatical errors.

On to the story!

Jeff worked quickly through the exponentially growing stack of paperwork on his desk. It didn't seem to matter how many he finished, there were already ones to replace them before he placed them in his out bin. He really needed to hire section managers that he could delegate this…this stuff to. Especially now that he had opened Tracy Enterprises in New York City, speaking of which, he had meetings there this weekend. His mother was going to end up burning his ears like she did when he was a kid if he didn't stop. It would make more sense to relocate the family to NYC, but he had five sons. Five, athletic, hyper, growing sons. Did he really want to try to raise them in a huge city? No. However, if his other set of plans worked out he may have to look at boarding schools. His mother was really going to hate that, but there really was no other way to socialize and educate the boys properly from a tropical island where they would be the only residents under 21.

All of a sudden a buzzing noise started coming from under a stack of files that immediately spilled everywhere when he moved them. He groaned and barely kept from banging his head on his desk as he jabbed the button on the intercom.

"Yes, Karen?" Jeff asked.

"Star Elementary School on line 2, Jeff," Karen answered sympathetically.

This time Jeff couldn't resist the urge to bang his head on his desk. "Did they say which boy?" he asked in a voice laced with parental pain.

"No sir, they simply kept saying that they needed to speak with you. The state's passed some new laws regarding children rights last month. They may not be able to release that kind of information to non-parents anymore," she answered.

'This keeps getting better and better,' Jeff thought. He counted on those few minutes to prepare himself for whatever news he was going to receive. If the call concerns Scott, then he's sick or has got into a fight over his brothers. If they're calling about John, then he's sick or they want a parent/teacher conference about his academic level. If it's Virgil, then it could mean any of the reasons for Scott and John. Gordon, well, Gordon was in his own category when it came to phone calls from the schools. Those were the ones he dreaded. Gordon was too smart for his own good. Academically he had to work for his grades, but common sense, or street wise as Jeff's daddy put it, he was off the charts. He could work almost any situation in his favor and he was only eight! Alan was in preschool this year instead of headstart like Jeff and Lucy had planned. With him shutting down like he had after Lucy's death, Jeff and his mother agreed that another year of preschool which was only half days was better. Jeff's mother currently was volunteering at the preschool, so she automatically dealt with any issues without Jeff needing to be called.

Jeff sighed and picked up the receiver, praying as his finger moved towards the button for line 2 that John was the subject of this call. He was also thankful that he had opted out of a vidphone for his office. Especially since his office looked like his boys' bedrooms.

"Jeff Tracy speaking. How may I help you today?" Jeff answered the phone.

"Mr. Tracy, this is Jackson Hobbs, principal here at Star Elementary," the disembodied voice on the other end answered.

"Yes, Dr. Hobbs, what can I do for you today?" Jeff asked hoping against hope that the school simply needed some funding. Scott and John attended the county wide high school. Virgil was at Jenkins County Middle, which unfortunately left Gordon. Now that he thought about it, Karen did say 'elementary' earlier. Wishful thinking on his part must have kept it from sinking in before now.

"There has been an incident involving Gordon that has been brought to my attention. I realize that you have a lot on your plate and usually need to plan this kind of meeting in advance, but I need you to come down to the school as soon as you can. Gordon will be waiting in my office until you arrive," Dr. Hobbs answered.

Jeff sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "He can't return to class? It will take me around an hour to get there. I need to cancel another meeting and arrange for someone to pick Virgil up for his dentist appointment since I was supposed to," Jeff asked.

"I understand, Mr. Tracy, however long it takes you to get here is fine. Gordon, however will not be returning to class today. I will have one of the office assistants to watch him until you arrive." Dr. Hobbs replied.

Jeff sighed, "Very well", he said, "I'll see you in an hour."

"See you then, Mr. Tracy", Dr. Hobbs replied as he hung up.

Jeff let his head fall back down to his desk as he put the receiver back in its cradle. He slowly moved his hand to press the button for the intercom while leaving his head in its current position.

"Yes, Jeff?" Karen's pleasant voice filtered through the speakers to Jeff's office.

"Can you come in here?" Jeff asked.

Instead of answering using the intercom Karen immediately opened the door and stopped in shock at her boss with his head down on his desk and the sight of all the papers all over the floor around his desk. A sure sign of knocked over folders. Folders that would have to be repacked and double-checked before Jeff could 'ok' them. She sighed. First things first, deal with the boss who looks like the world is about to crash around him after a phone call. Although considering it was Gordon's school, and he was the only Tracy there currently, Jeff was probably justified.

"Jeff! What on Earth?" Karen exclaimed. That earned her a raised head (along with an eyebrow, but hey, his head was off the desk!) at least.

Jeff sighed and looked around seeing his office through her eyes. It was a mess, and knowing Karen it would be cleaned by the time he returned from Gordon's school. He seriously didn't know how she did it. "Sorry about the mess. I had the files on top of the intercom, which in hindsight was pretty stupid. When I moved them to answer, well you can see the end result." Jeff said as he tried to explain away the mess.

"You do realize that they have to be repackaged and sent back to the departments they came from, double checked, and then finally sent back for your approval?" Karen countered with her right eyebrow raised as she stared pointedly at her boss/friend.

Jeff flinched, yea, he knew alright. He was the one that had come up with and enforced the policy. However, at this moment he had a bigger issue. "As you're probably aware, that was Gordon's school on the phone. My presence in the principal's office has been requested immediately. Apparently Gordon's waiting on me and will not be allowed back to class today. And no, I have no idea what he managed to accomplish this time. The problem is that I have that meeting with Ferris Automotive Groups, which I need you to reschedule for later today. Harold has children of his own, so he'll understand. Virgil however has a dental appointment that I was supposed to take him to in a couple of hours. I will probably not be finished by then. Mother will be with Alan at a birthday party by then. He's actually been excited about it. I really don't want to keep him from being able to go." Jeff deflected.

"Which do you want me to do? Birthday party or dental appointment? I do feel like I should warn you that Alan is not too comfortable around me anymore", Karen countered.

"If you don't mind taking Virgil. He's going to the same doctor as the other boys do on Main. Mother should be home with Alan by the time he's done, so if you don't mind taking him on home. He's not going to feel like coming here. He's going to have braces put on." Jeff answered.

"Alright, I'll call Harold Ferris and take Virgil to the dentist and then home," Karen assured him, "Hopefully, Gordon won't be in as bad of trouble as it sounds. Hobbs is new to the area and probably just wants to show he's serious."

Jeff snorted as he put on his jacket and grabbed his briefcase to head out the door. In about fifteen minutes he was behind the wheel of his Dinali heading towards Star Elementary, which ironically was actually located closer to the little community of Golden Fields then the county seat of Star. However since Golden Fields mainly consisted of what the name implied most people forgot it existed unless a, you lived there or b, you were looking at a map of the county.

As he cruised down the road with his windows down and sunroof back, he could almost forget that he was on his way to a parent conference…almost.

AN: What on Earth could Gordon have got himself into? How will Jeff react? Perhaps Jeff should also be thinking, 'How will my mother react?' as well. LOL! See ya next weekend with updates on this and To Be or Not To Be a Thunderbird. For those of you also reading my Supernatural story, Sanctuary, I will be posting the final chapter of that story by next weekend as well, hopefully earlier. Happy reading!