Horrid thot #2000087492.4

With apologies to his Strakerness:

After the end of A Question of Priorities (the one where Straker Jr. dies)

(I'm taking liberties with Rutland's name here. For now, he's George.)

George Rutland drove home, his pale blonde wife sobbing in the passenger seat, but no longer hysterical. He pulled into the drive, triggered the

garage door and drove in. He got out of the car, walked around and opened

the door for Mary. He offered his hand to help her to her feet.

"You can stop now," he told her.

The sobs stopped, as though cut off in mid breath. The bright pale eyes met his darker gaze. "Was that what you wanted?"

"Yes. You did quite well, Mary."

"Thank you, sir."

"I think that will be all for now."

An understanding nod and the light died out of the eyes. He reached over

and closed her eyelids before walking over to a narrow doorway. Inside he made certain that the cushioning foam was correctly positioned then returned to the stiff figure of Mary Straker Rutland, picked her up and placed her neatly inside the cupboard, closing the door behind him.

George then walked into the house, picked up the phone and dialed the number of the hospital. "Yes, this is George Rutland.I want to make arrangements to pick up the remains of John Rutland. Yes, I'll wait." A short pause. "I beg your pardon? What do you mean the body is gone? If you've misplaced the boy - "

He replaced the receiver with a grin. There. That should just about put

paid to "Commander Straker." George moved through the house to the bedroom, opened the wardrobe and reached through it to the back where he pulled the fake back open to reveal a suit that Ed Straker would have recognized with no problem. He stripped out of his everyday clothing, pulled on the lining suit and then began the process of donning the silver trimmed, red space suit. The wait until dark was boring, but necessary. He drove off into the night, a silver helmet on the passenger seat. If the plan worked, he would have driven one more nail into the psyche of that damned human who kept gumming up the works for them.

George met the spinner out in the woods near where Ed Straker had first felt the firepower of an alien spacecraft. The pilot helped him into his helmet, checked the seals and then filled the suit with the green liquid that would protect the two of them on the long trip home.

At SHADO headquarters, another red alert went off. Sky 1 separated from its parent sub. The Mobiles activated. The alien who had been George Rutland had time enough for one burbled curse in his native language before the spinner went up in a terrific explosion.

The Rutlands' house went up for sale.


Now wasn't that just a nasty lil thot?

and what do the new owners do when they discover the android in the garage?