It was a warm sunny morning in LA. The sun was shining high in the sky, despite it only being about 10am. I was walking around the house, looking for the picnic blanket I knew I had with me when I moved in. I thought I had put it in one of the communal cupboards, but considering I was living with an aspiring film director, it could have ended up almost anywhere. Asking said film director was useless though, he was still asleep.
MacGyver walked into the room, dressed casually in jeans and a green t-shirt. In one hand he held an old fashioned wicker picnic basket and the other was holding something I couldn't quite figure out.
"Awesome, you found a picnic basket," I commented, "But what's that?"
MacGyver placed the picnic basket on the kitchen bench and held out the object in his other hand to me. It turned out to be a wrapped stack of plastic plates and a couple of plastic cups.
"Cutlery for the picnic," he smiled. "Did you find the rug?"
I shook my head ruefully.
"Oh well," he replied, "I'm sure I can come up with something else."
"Not the point, Mac," I countered, "you shouldn't have to 'come up with something' when I know I had one somewhere."
He nodded, "I'll ask Bozer if he's awake before I leave."
About 10 minutes later, I was wrapping sandwiches and placing them in the picnic basket. Then I moved onto making coleslaw and a potato salad and placing some servings into containers. This picnic would have plenty of food, even if it was for only two people. Added to the basket also went rocky road, chocolate fairy cupcakes and a curiosity from Australia called 'fairy bread'. I knew the sweets were guaranteed to please the young girl who was joining MacGyver on a picnic in the El Dorado Nature Centre.
Since The Ghost had surfaced in LA, and MacGyver had gone to see the Pena family, he had struck up a sort of friendship with his CO's young daughter Annabelle. Today he had agreed to take her to the nature park and have a picnic with the little girl. He wasn't able to save her father, but he was going to be there to give her mum a hand where he could. So a picnic it was.
A while later, all the food and a couple bottles of soda were packed into the picnic basket. Along with the food there was a bag with sunscreen and insect repellent. While I was preparing food, MacGyver had found the picnic rug (masquerading as an oil pit in one of Bozer's animations) and had put it into his car.
"All the food is in here," I handed the blonde the picnic basket. "And sunscreen, insect repellent and hand wipes in this one." I passed the other bag over.
"Thanks," he took the offered items in one hand before leaning over and giving me a tender kiss.
"It's the least I can do, for you and for the Pena's," I replied.
While I had never met MacGyver's CO, and only met his wife and young daughter twice, I owed a lot to the man. Mostly the fact MacGyver was alive today.
"I'll see you this afternoon," MacGyver promised.
"Don't rush, Mac," I replied, "Enjoy your picnic."
I was lounging on one of the deck chairs by the pool, the mid-afternoon sun making the water from the pool shine and dance across the pages of my book. Next to me was a plate of left over rocky road, and a cup of iced coffee. Lazily, I flipped the page of my book and reached for another piece of the chocolate slice. At that time, I heard a noise from inside the house. A few moments later I looked up to see MacGyver making his way over to me.
"How'd the picnic go?" I asked, marking my place in my book before closing it.
"Annabelle loved the fairy bread," he replied, pulling the other deck chair over.
"Thought she might," I replied. The fairy bread was honestly all sugar, but it tasted amazing.
"I'm afraid that I've handed a hyped up six year old back to her mother," he chuckled.
"Probably," I laughed, "Would you like a piece of rocky road?"