Okay, so this story is written for Silver Bee since it was inspired by an event that happened in their story "Perfect Cousin". :)

It is unedited and my first story with these characters, so please be kind.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, I only wish I did.

I hope you enjoy it ...


Chapter 1

Jeff Tracy sighed and rubbed his temples, trying to suppress his rising headache. If he had known how much trouble it would be to go from multi-millionaire to billionaire, he might have stayed a small time businessman. As it was, he was starting to miss his days in NASA. He loved his family more then anything in the world, but sometimes the idea of a month of silence was REALLY appealing. Which, coincidently, led him to his current problem and the two angry boys on the other side of his desk.

"Why do we all have to go?" Scott demanded. "John and I can just stay here and take care of Grandma."

"Because if you stay here, Grandma will try to take care of YOU." Jeff said, trying to keep the frustration out of his voice. "Besides, I have already made arrangements for her to stay in a top rated facility."

"She's gonna hate that." John pointed out.

Of course, Jeff already knew that having shared his plans with her that morning. But like it or hate it, his mother had just had hip surgery and needed to be taken care of. So did his boys, and that was exactly why all five where going to camp while he flew to New York to take care of his business.

"Let me worry about that." He said firmly. "You two better go and pack."

"But Dad-"

"No buts John!" He snapped. "You're all going and that is final! Now get out of here and let me work!"

John gave him an almost fearful look and raced out of the room. Scott's face was a blend of shock and anger before he followed his brother. As soon as the door slid closed, Jeff buried his face in his hands. What was wrong with him? He had promised himself after he lost his wife that he would be a good father, that he would never raise his voice in anger. Granted, he had broken his rule before, but that was rare and never at John. It looks like he needed this break more then his family did. He knew that neither Scott nor John were interested in summer camp. At seventeen and fifteen, both were old enough to stay home alone, but ever since the press released his net worth Jeff had been terrified someone might try to go after him, or worse, one of them. He didn't care about the money, but he would never forgive himself if one of his boys got hurt by someone trying to get to get rich quick. This camp was designed for the children of people like him. Top rate luxury coupled with top rate security, it seemed like the perfect solution to his problem. The three youngest where on board, especially after they saw the list of available activities. Olympic-size swimming pool, go-cart racing, music and art studios; it was like a dream come true for them. But even with all the promised entertainment, Scott would much rather stay home and hang out with his friends, none of which qualified to go to the camp with him. And John, well he was never that social. Even the offer of star gazing didn't appeal, since his own telescope was more then adequate and didn't require him to leave his room. Still, the security the camp offered made up for any grumbling. His decision was final, they were going.

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"It's not gonna be that bad." Virgil said gently and he helped Scott load up their jet. "And it's only for a few weeks."

"It's not that." Scott muttered, shoving one of their bags in with more force then necessary. "It's just … he didn't even ask us if we wanted to go."

Virgil nodded and handed another bag up to his brother. Scott could see a depressed slump in the fourteen-year-old's shoulders and paused. Something was up and his big brother instincts overrode anything else he had been feeling.

"You okay?"

"Fine." He mumbled.

Unconvinced, the oldest brother hopped out of the hold and squatted down so they were at eye level.

"What's the problem."

"Nothing." Virgil shook his head. "It's stupid."

He tried to hand Scott another bag, but he just pushed it aside.

"You're not getting off that easy. What's wrong?"

"I …" Virgil dropped his gaze to the floor. "I feel guilty."

"About what?"

"I'm … I'm glad your two are coming."

"Why would you feel guilty about THAT?"

"Because you and John are so upset with Dad and … I just feel bad that I'm so happy when you are not."

Virgil shuffled his feet muttering another apology, and Scott felt like kicking himself. He was so wrapped up in wanted to hang out with his friends, he hadn't even thought about spending time with his brothers. He placed his hand o the kid's shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze.

"Hey. It's okay. You know I can never stay mad at Dad long. Besides, once we get there and start having fun, I'm sure I'll be glad I went."

"Really?" Virgil asked hopefully, raising his gaze to his brother.

"Really. Now why don't you go help with dinner while I finish up here."

"Sure thing, Scott." He smiled and ran away.

Man, the oldest brother thought to himself as he shoved another bag into the hold, that kid sure knows how to push my buttons. Virgil could tick him off or calm him down with a single sentence. Then again, all his brothers could, but for some reason Virgil was just the best at it. Maybe it was because he never used it for evil like Gordon or Alan did.

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As soon as Virgil entered the kitchen, he went over to the sink to wash his hands. With Dad working, Grandma resting, and the older boys sulking; the youngest brothers had taken over all the cooking. Between the three of them they managed to keep the family from starving, but the would be much happier once they were free of kitchen duty. Especially since the camp they were going to had a five star caterer.

"Did he buy it?" Alan asked as he pulled buns out of the cupboard.

"Of course he did."

"Great." Gordon grinned, turning over the burgers on the grill. "And since you already charmed Grandma, after dinner we can let you loose on John."

Virgil took up his place and the cutting board and grabbed a bag of tomatoes. With any luck, they would have a peaceful flight tomorrow. Who knows, maybe even help with breakfast. John did make some pretty good scrambled eggs.

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"Sir?"

Anthony Devlin looked up from his papers to see his right hand man standing in the doorway. He waved him in and turned back to his work, smiling at the list of confirmed reservations. This camp was working out better then he had ever dreamed.

"Are things ready for tomorrow, Joesph?"

"Yes sir. The children are due to start arriving at ten."

"Good. Good." Devlin nodded. "The staff have been prepped?"

"They are all on standby."

Perfect. He scanned over the list of names, grin widening as he recognized each one. Lady Elisabeth Waldon, only child of the Duke of Braham. Richard Pearson, sole heir to the largest shipbuilding company in the world. Terrence Underwood IV, son of oil tycoon Terrence Underwood III. Jeffery and Katherine Marriott, heirs of Marriott Shipping International. Scott, John, Virgil, Gordon, and Alan Tracy; son of the billionaire ex-astronaut Jeff Tracy. And the list just kept going. Each name bigger then the last and each paying a fortune for three weeks in luxury. If only they knew.

"And the mercenaries? Are they ready?"

"Awaiting your orders, sir."

"It looks like everything was in place then."

Tomorrow they would set their plan into action. They would welcome the brats, spoil them rotten, and make their parents pay handsomely for their safe return. It was almost too easy.


So? What do you think? (Aside from the spelling and grammar that I already know sucks.)

Let me know and I will get started on chapter 2. :)