Dreamboat

A random drabble, not to be taken seriously at all. AU, just a little short story with the Mason brood. Hope you enjoy and thank you for all your support.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. I make no money and I write for fun.

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'Mommy, what's a dreamboat?' George Mason asked the question loudly and quite innocently before taking a large slurp of his juice.

'That would be me Squirt!' Perry Mason Jnr answered with a laugh before anyone else could make a comment. Della rolled her eyes towards her eldest offspring and smiled indulgently.

'So modest. Says who?' she teased before turning her attention back to her youngest who was now wrestling his cereal into a bowl. 'What context are you asking this in Sweetheart?'

'What's contest?'

'No context. I mean how did you hear it?'

'He's probably been watching some soppy girls programme again.' Tom Mason rolled up his comic book and stood from the table and flicking a finger lightly across George's ear.

'Owch!' George scowled and stuck his tongue out causing Tom to grin. 'I'm going, speaking of dreamboat's…' Tom left the kitchen laughing as Perry Senior entered with a confused look at the comment.

'Dreamboat?' He asked.

'Bye mom.' Junior kissed his mother on the cheek before addressing his father.' Yeah that would be you!' He sniggered. 'Dreamboat! Hey Nerd wait up and I'll drop you off.'

Perry dropped a kiss into George's head of thick dark, wavy curls. 'Morning Buddy. What was that about?' He drew Della into his arms for a kiss that caused her to pop the coffee pot back onto the counter for fear of dropping it.

George exaggerated a raucous groan. 'Yuk, kissy face.'

Perry grinned, 'Don't like it son, don't look.' George shook his head and placed his hands over his eyes. His parents just grinned then continued their morning smooch.

'Oh God don't you two ever leave it alone!' Lily entered the kitchen and scrubbed George's hair. 'Kissy face again Squirt?'

'Yeah. It's iky.' George laughed. 'Daddy's a dreamboat.'

Lily froze and glared at her little brother. Perry sat in his chair at the head of the table. 'Where's this dreamboat come from?' he asked opening the morning paper. Before Lily could shake her head at George he started.

'It's what Lily said on the phone last night. She told Annie he was a dreamboat and that they…'

'Squirt!' Lily snapped and banged the table in front of him causing him to drop his spoon and splash milk everywhere. 'How many times have I told you to stop snooping and listening to my calls?'

'Lily,' Della warned. 'Don't frighten your brother like that.'

'Well he's a little snoop!' Lily wined. 'He spends far too much time with Uncle Paul!'

'That's because I'm going to be a detective.'

'In fairness darling,' Della continued smoothly. 'You spend far too much time on the phone with Annie. You see each other all day and then spend most of the evening on the phone to each other. What on earth do you two find to talk about so much?'

'Boys!' interjected George. Lily went to pop him at the back of his head but he deftly ducked out of her reach giggling.

Della sat at the table next to Perry who lowered the newspaper at the word 'Boys'. Della saw his eyes narrow at their daughter. She reached out and placed a calming hand on his forearm. Through the thin fabric of his shirt, she could feel him tensing up.

'Which boy is this dreamboat,' he growled, 'And more to the point, what have you been up to with him?'

'It's non of your business dad.' Lily huffed.

'I just need to know if I have to kill him or not.' Perry grumbled simply as he could.

'DAD! Leave it alone.' Lily flounced out of the kitchen.

'George?'

George shrugged. 'She said he was a dreamboat and he kissed her goodnight right under the…..'

'Perry! George!' Della admonished wide eyed. ''Perry Mason, I can't believe you'd use a six year old for information.'

'Why not?' Perry tried to look innocent. 'Paul's teaching him an honest trade, so why not let him practice his skills?' Perry winked at his son who grinned broadly.

'He's six for heaven's sake! I'm going to get ready.' Della sighed in resignation. 'You,' she pointed at George, 'finish your breakfast and get ready for school. You,' she arched an eyebrow at Perry, 'Finish your coffee and stop using your children to do your dirty work! Lily's sixteen and has a right to some privacy.' Both Mason boys watched as Della walked towards the staircase. When he was sure she had disappeared upstairs Perry wrapped up his paper and stood up. Taking a dollar out of his wallet, he placed it in front of George.

'There you go buddy. Uncle Paul is teaching you how to be a P.I. Well as far as I'm concerned you can practice your surveillance technique on your sister. There's a buck in it every time you get me some info on her and this boy.'

'Cool!' George looked at his dollar excitedly. As Perry was leaving to retrieve his jacket and briefcase from the hallway, he turned and gave his son one last instruction.

'And Georgie, this is between me and you. Don't tell your mother!'

George turned back to his cereal whilst simultaneously stroking the precious dollar laid on the table next to his bowl. In his best Humphrey Bogart impression, he tipped an imaginary hat back and muttered, 'The name's Mason, Georgie Mason. P.I.'

Fin