AN: This is my first ever attempt at publishing fanfiction and it is unbeta'd. Therefore all mistakes are my own. Please be gentle with your reviews if you choose to leave one. This is just a little thought that has been going around in my head for several years now so I thought I'd try and write it down.
Disclaimer: I do not own Thunderbirds nor am I making any money on them. I just play with them for my enjoyment and hopefully others too.
"Sshhhh! He'll hear us!"
"Never! You know what Scott is like!"
The two voices crept close to Scott, who was wide awake and biting his lip to suppress his laughter. Suddenly the two voices yelped as Scott threw back his covers, leapt out of bed and started tickling his youngest brother. Gordon squealed in surprise, and turned to run away but twisted straight into the arms of Virgil, who had been lying in wait like Scott. For the past few years Gordon, and then Alan when he was old enough, had been sneaking into Scott and Virgil's room to wake them early on Christmas morning. This year the oldest two brothers decided to get their revenge.
"Scotty, please stop!"
"Please Virgil!" The two youngest begged amidst their giggling as they were tickled mercilessly.
"I dunno. What do you think, Virgil? Should we let them go?"
"I'm not sure they deserve it, Scott."
"Please Scotty, Please" the small boy in front of Scott begged trying to squirm away from those torturous fingers.
"Oh all right, come here, squirt" Scott pulled Alan under his bedcovers as Gordon dove under Virgil's as he was released.
"Now when John wakes up after his night star-gazing, we'll go wake Dad and Grandma and open our Christmas presents, ok?"
"YAY!" The small figure curled up in Scott's arms "Merry Christmas Scotty, I love you" he said wearily
"I love you too, Squirt. And you too Gordy" Scott dropped a kiss onto his baby brother's head.
Jeff Tracy finally woke on Christmas morning. Rolling over, he looked at the clock. 8am! He sat up swiftly. He had slept in until 8am on Christmas! There was no jumping on the bed, no squealing small children. Not entirely trusting the silence, he got up and put on his dressing gown.
Carefully tiptoeing along the hall, he headed to his son's rooms to check on them. Reaching the colourfully decorated door leading to Alan's and Gordon's room, he peered round and started to frown at the sight of the bedcovers pushed back and the lack of sleeping children. Turning to the other side of the hallway, he opened the door to his oldest son's room. The frown turned into a chuckle at the sight of Alan and Gordon in their brother's arms, all four of them fast asleep.
Closing the door quietly so he didn't disturb them, Jeff then crept back down the hall. Christmas was always noisy with his boys, so for now he would enjoy a last few moments of peace and quiet.