Title: Care Package
Rating: T
Summary: The Hood gets a 'care package.'
Disclaimer: I don't own it, I'm just playing with some ideas the show inspired.
Care Package
He was surprised when he got the package.
At first he thought Tanusha had taken his request for letters seriously.
But then he saw it was from Jeff Tracy's mother.
Had the old bad gone senile? Why would she be sending him a care package?
He was pretty sure the package wasn't going to blow up in his face, they scanned for that sort of thing in prison.
He slowly opened the package and looked inside…
Cookies? The old bat sent him cookies?
That's it the old bat had definitely gone senile.
He picked up one of the cookies and sniffed it, it smelled okay, and he highly doubted it was laced with anything that would kill him.
He took a bite of the cookie…
And promptly spat it back out.
What was that? That was not a cookie! It tasted like old sweat socks – the last time he tasted something like that he had pissed off the high school football team.
Why would she send him something like that?
So he may of have had a hand in her son disappearance, and tried to kill her grandsons, but really, the brats destroyed his ship and landed him in prison.
Hadn't he suffered enough?
Bonus – One week earlier on Tracy Island.
"Grandma, what are you doing?"
Ruth Tracy looked up at her grandson Gordon as she put the cookies that she had just baked into a gift box, "What does it look like I'm doing?" she replied.
"It looks like you are trying to give somebody food poisoning." Gordon muttered, before replying, "Giving a present to someone?"
Ruth nodded.
"So who's the un-" Gordon caught himself then continued. "I mean lucky sod, who gets this treat?"
"Well I was hoping Colonel Casey could pass these on to the Hood since you boys won't eat them."
"With good reason." Gordon muttered. "Wait, did you just say they were for the Hood!?"
"That is the idea, yes."
"Well if these are for the Hood…" Gordon looked around the room to see if there were any of his brothers around. "Can I offer some advice?"
"If you are offering some."
"Okay, I'm guessing you want the Hood to eat at least one of these, right?"
Ruth nodded.
"Well he's not going to touch them with a ten foot pole, if they smell like Virgil's gym bag at the end of football season." Gordon pointed out. "But all is not lost, wait here." He then ran upstairs leaving his Grandmother in the kitchen.
He came back a couple of minutes later with a can of spray in his hands. "What's that Gordon?" Ruth asked her grandson.
"Air freshener, that smells like fresh baked cookies." Gordon smiled triumphantly, "Guaranteed to cover up the smell of the worst baked goods."
Ruth looked at her grandson questionably, "And how do you know that?" she asked.
Gordon looked around the room again. "I may have tested this on a couple of brothers." He replied.
"Do I want to know which ones?"
"Probably not." Gordon lifted up the spray can, "May I?"
"You may."
Notes: Don't you just love it when family work together?