A/N: I got the idea this morning! And Of course, I had to put it into action. Oh and naturally this is a movie-version! Don't forget to review! (Reviews make it possible for me to put updates on my High-Priority List)
Oh, and I didn't have a BETA… unless you count spell-check?
*Disclaimer: I do not own the Thunderbirds! If I did… then it'd be pretty pathetic for me to be posting my writings on FanFiction!*
"Hey Tracy! Aren't you coming?" another Wharton's student, David, called from his red convertible. It was exam week and all Wharton's students were only in class for half the day, meaning they had free time until dinner. Most of the older guys, the ones with the licenses and cars, were just riding around town.
"Yeah! Hang on!" Alan Tracy called back, as he pulled down his beanie further down on his head. His ears were turning red from the cold. He turned to his best friend Fermat. "Hey, you sure you don't wanna come along? It'll be cool." Alan persuaded.
"Nah, I need to st-study for my AP Chemistry mid-term tomorrow mm-morning. Which reminds me, d-don't you have an En-English exam to-tomorrow?" Fermat replied, refusing to relent.
"Leave it to Fermat to bring down the mood and remind me of school." Alan chuckled to himself.
"Fine, suit yourself, I mean I told you at the beginning of the year that that AP class would ruin your fun!" Fermat had been the only sophomore taking an Advanced Placement class, and it had been interfering all year with Alan's plans.
"Seriously, Chemistry isn't even worth it!" After blowing up is last school's lab, chemistry was never the same to the young Tracy.
The two friends parted ways as Alan hopped into David's backseat, with another junior riding shotgun. Fermat headed back to the dorm room he shared with Alan, walking quickly to beat the falling snow.
"What I wouldn't give to be back on the island today!" Fermat thought as he shivered slightly, once again thinking of the island's all-year-round sun and clear skies.
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"Hey Virge, do you remember what mid-terms the Sprout took today?" Scott inquired of his younger brother.
"Uhm, let me think… was it his World History and Algebra II?" Virgil Tracy answered, not even looking up from his music on his Grand Piano.
"That sounds right. I'm going to go and call him. He was really upset about his Algebra exam; you know how he's not very good with numbers." Scott said, closing the conversation. He didn't like to bother Virge when he was playing the piano. Like swimming for Gordon, running for Alan or star-gazing for John, it was his way of relieving stress. "After that rescue in the Andes last night, I'll bet he needs it"
Sitting down in his father's office, Scott called his little brother. After several rings, Fermat answered the video-call.
"H-Hello Scott!" Fermat greeted, as his picture appeared onto Scott's screen. It was obvious that Fermat had just gotten into the dorm room, as his nose was still tinted a bright red and he was still bundled up in snow-related clothes.
"Hi Fermat, how are your exams going?" Scott asked, trying to make conversation with the young teen.
"W-well, I think th-that they are going well. I've b-b-been studying v-very hard."
"'Course you are. It's not really you I'm worried about." Scott said, thinking of his youngest brother. "Speaking of which, is Alan around?"
"S-s-sorry, you ju-just missed him." Fermat responded, while pushing his black-rimmed glasses back onto the bridge of his nose.
"Oh, well thanks Fermat. Do you think you could have him call me back whenever he gets in?" the dark-haired Tracy requested, to which Fermat agreed. "Okay, I'll let you get back to your studies now. Bye Fermat"
"B-B-bye Scott." Fermat countered, exiting the conversation.
"How's Alan doing?" The Tracy patriarch asked, as he entered the room, stopping to stand by his first-born son.
"Ahh, I don't know. He wasn't in his room. Fermat was, however. I only talked to him for a minute though." Scott answered, running his hands through his hair.
"Well, he should be in his room, studying for his exams… but then again, Alan's just a kid, and as you know, quite the free-spirit. We'll see how well that pays off later when we get his mid-term grades back. For now, it's time for lunch, son." Jeff Tracy remarked, trying to keep Scott's mind as ease.
The two oldest Tracys made their way to the dining area, where Gordon and Virgil were already waiting, err, arguing.
"That was so immature!" Virgil commented, loudly, to his younger brother, while throwing his hands up in the air, smelling noticeably of cherries. Virgil has evidently just gotten out of the shower, as his hair was still matted down with the wetness.
"Oh no. What did Goofy Gordon do now?" Scott asked sternly, dialing into his dad's personality for a moment.
"I didn't do anything!" Gordon laughed, holding onto his sides, which were hurting from all of his laughter.
"I find that very hard to believe." Their dad replied calmly, trying to think something that could bug Virgil enough to get him started on Gordon before lunch. Virgil, although not as calm as John, was known for being second in the calm-attitude industry. Usually is would take until at least dinnertime for Gordon to break Virgil of his patience. Although, Virgil did look quite… sticky.
"Dad, this AIR-HEAD, decided that it would be incredibly funny to put red Kool-Aid powder in my showerhead!" Virgil cried like a little five-year-old throwing a tantrum. "And not only that! Today he has already stuck a whole packet of paper inside my piano, so I would think it were out of tune, AND- he wrote 'Gordo wuz herr' in permanent marker on my bathroom mirror!"
Yup, it was pretty clear that Gordon Cooper Tracy had been up to a lot that morning. "I'm starting to think that swimming isn't his way of relieving stress, but pranking." Scott thought sarcastically.
"You should have won a gold medal in pranking, little brother, not swimming." Scott retorted, after listening to Virgil rant and rave for another minute.
"Gordon, I think it's your turn to clean up after lunch, and dinner and, of course, breakfast tomorrow morning." Jeff said nonchalantly, sitting down to start on lunch. "Thank you Ohana."
"No problem, Mr. Tracy." The Malaysian woman answered, retreating in the kitchen while chuckling at the Tracys current circumstances.
"No, dad! It's Virgil's turn for lunch and Scott's turn for dinner! I only clean up after breakfast, remember?!" Gordon complained, also sounds very similar to a five-year-old. At that last remark Virgil, who had sat as far away from Gordon as possible, glared at him.
"No, Gordon, I didn't forget. Trust me on this one… it's your turn." He laughed, thinking of how his red-head would probably never stop pranking, even when he was about ninety years old.
Suddenly, Kyrano came into the dining room, looking quite upset.
"What's wrong, Kyrano?" Jeff questioned, also suddenly feeling quite uneasy. He then turned to Gordon as to say "you better not have anything to do with this…"
"Mr. Tracy… Wharton Academy is on the phone. There seems to have been an accident, involving Alan."
All the forks at the table dropped, all chewing and banter ceased. At once, almost in complete unison, all of the Tracy's raced to their Dad's office, hoping that what they feared most hadn't become a reality.
A/N: Sorry, I know that was mean. The next chapter will be longer! I just have somewhere to be in a couple hours, so I wanted to post this before. Be expecting an update sometime before next week! (I have a half-day Thursday and Friday off due to my own mid-terms!) Anyways, consider this a birthday gift from me to you! Well, not really. I mean my HALF birthday was Friday! I'm now 15 and a half! Only 6 months to a car and a license! That's pretty cool, huh? *crickets* Okay, maybe not. Just review, okay?
Love, Van!