Missing In Action
Summary: Here's a story of Scott's air force days, and something that could have happened if he had been called off to war. What would his brothers and father do if Scott was labeled "Missing in Action?"
Author's note: I don't know what Scott did in the Air force so I'm just guessing, if I get it wrong sorry in advance. I'm not sure about the age difference between Scott and Virgil, some say that it goes Scott, John, Virgil, Gordon, Alan; others say Scott, Virgil, John, Gordon, Alan. Well for this story I'm going with the first one, as you can see this story takes place before the Thunderbirds, it's July of 2007, so the ages of our boys are as follows: Scott 21, John 18 (19 in October), Virgil 15 (almost 16), Gordon 14, Alan 12. If you don't like it just let me know and I will delete it. Though I hope you do like it, I got the idea when I found my dad's old dog tags in my keepsake box today; he gave them to me when he retired from the air force five years ago. Hope you enjoy your read.
Anakin's girl 11.
Chapter one
Scott's Orders
Fifteen year old Virgil Tracy groaned as his alarm clock started to beep. He slowly pulled his face out of his pillow to look at the clock; 5:30am! Why in the world did he set his clock for 5:30am? Then he remembered, Scott. Scott had gotten home from basic training and Tech School a week and a half ago; he was trying to get Virgil back into their old morning routine of running together. Virgil had been all for that, except he didn't like his brother's new time schedule. Instead of getting up at seven for their run Scott had insanely suggested that they start getting up at the time he had at basic training. Without even asking, Virgil had agreed, that was six days ago, and now Virgil was starting to feel his mistake.
Virgil slowly got dressed into his running cloths and made his way down stairs as he entered the kitchen, he was not surprised to see Scott already their with two water bottles on the table and a stop watch in his hand.
"Hey there Ace, finally decided to join me, though you were ten seconds faster then you were yesterday," Scott chuckled as he stopped the watch.
"Very funny," Virgil said with a small smile, he had noticed that Scott was calling him Ace again, the nickname he had picked up by his brothers as a small boy but really only Scott could call him that without ruffling his feathers.
"So, do you think we can time ourselves today or do you think we should give it a few more days?" Scott asked holding up the timer in front of Virgil.
"Oh please Scott, no timing yet, I'm barely keeping up with you as it is, don't add timing to it, not yet, please," Virgil almost pleaded looking a little worried.
Scott chucked, "Alright no timing yet," he put the timer on the table and grabbed the water bottles, handing one to Virgil he added, "Let's get going Ace, the sun waits for no man."
Virgil couldn't help but laugh as he accepted the water bottle from his brother and then followed him out the door.
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Virgil ran into Scott as he tried to open the door, as the door fell open two Tracy boys fell with it and landed in a heap on the floor.
"How in the world did that happen?" the voice sounded from the living room part of which was connected to the entry way.
Scott and Virgil looked in the direction of the voice and saw their father with a very amused look on his face sitting in his favorite chair looking at them.
"Hey dad," both Scott and Virgil said together.
"Are you going to answer my question or do I have to guess?" Jeff asked trying to hold back a laugh at seeing his twenty one year old son falling to the floor with his fifteen year old son.
"I ran into him dad, I didn't mean to, but I tripped," Virgil said as he pointed to his loose shoe lace.
"Are you both alright?" Jeff asked a little concern when the boys didn't get up right away.
"Well if Virgil will get off me I'll be fine," Scott said sarcastically.
"Oh Scott I'm sorry," Virgil said as he hurried to get up and then reached out to help Scott up.
Scott took his brother's hand and stood up, "Thanks Ace."
"You bet," Virgil said with a smile.
"You know, why don't you two go wake up your brothers, John's awake but I think Gordon and Alan need a little more of a push," Jeff said with a smile.
Scott and Virgil looked at each other, had they really been gone that long, they had stopped over at the park for a little while to talk, but they didn't think they had taken that long, they turned as one to look at the clock, 7:15am! They had been gone for almost two hours. They looked at each other again and shrugged and started upstairs, their first Victim: Gordon.
Scott knocked but as they thought there was no answer, and he slowly opened the door it squeaked on its hinges and when it opened completely they both had to stifle a laugh. What they saw did not look like a sleeping fourteen year old boy but more like a seven year old boy.
"Hey what are you guys doing?" a voice asked from behind them making both Scott and Virgil jump.
They turned around to see eighteen year old John standing behind them with a question look in his eye. Scott and Virgil both pointed into the room as John looked into the room his hand shot to his mouth; it was all he could do to keep himself from laughing. Gordon was rapped in his blankets so many times that he looked like a cocoon, only the top of his forehead was showing.
All three of the older boys as quietly as possible, walked into the room and slowly took their positions, Virgil at his feet, John at his arms, and Scott at his head, slowly the tradition started. Scott slowly started to tickle Gordon's nose with the tip of his finger, Gordon turned his head, which was Virgil's que to start tickling his feet, and then John tickled his arms and then suddenly Gordon sat blot upright staring at them.
"I hate it when you guys do that," Gordon said as he began to pout.
"Oh came on Gordy, you know you love it," Scott said as he pulled his brother into his arms and gave him a hug.
"Yeah you love it," John and Virgil said together as they joined the hug.
"Besides, when we do this to you, you know what you get to help us do to Alan," Scott said with a smile as they let go of Gordon.
"Oh yeah," Gordon said a sudden evil smile coming to his face.
The four brothers smiled at each other and walked across the hall to Alan's room, Alan was definitely one of Gordon's brothers they slept just alike, the three older boys took the positions that they had before but Gordon got on the bed easily straddling his only little brother with something clutched in his right hand. Once again the tradition began. Scott, then Virgil, then John, and as Alan started to stir Gordon bounced a ball off Alan's forehead making him sit bolt upright.
"You guys, you know I hate it when you do that," Alan said his voice cracking a little as he rubbed his forehead.
His brothers laughed and Scott scooped the twelve year old up into his arms and hugging him.
"But it's so much fun Allie, so much fun," Scott said switching to Alan's nickname.
"Boys!" their father's voice echoed off the walls as it carried up the stairs.
"We're coming dad!" Virgil yelled down.
Scott let Alan down and the five brothers made their way down the stairs, as they entered the kitchen they saw breakfast was on the table and their father was on the phone, he motioned to Scott.
"Yes, he's right here, hold on a moment please," Jeff said as he took the phone away from his ear and looked to Scott and added, "It's your Commander, Scott,"
Scott nodded and took the phone, "Hello, yes sir this Senior Airman Scott Tracy, yes sir, I see sir, I will at once sir, thank you sir, good-bye."
"What was that all about?" Virgil asked looking at Scott questioningly.
"That was my Commander Ace, my unit's been called to active duty in Iran, I report in forty eight hours." Scott said trying not to show how scared he really was.
T.B.C.
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