A/N: Ok, last few 'cause I got a little carried away - it being the start of the holidays and all - and HAVE to start revising again tomorrow. As it's Monday. But for now ... enjoy!

Oh and feel free to leave prompts :)

It was coming up for 8 o'clock in the evening, and Gordon was poised, ready and waiting, outside of John's room. As soon as the sound of the shower could be heard from behind the door, Gordon tapped his watch, sending the all-clear to Alan who rounded the corner in seconds. He was carrying one of his old sports bags in his left hand, in his right he held a sheet of paper and pen.

Gordon grinned, holding out his hand for the piece of paper and scribbling down a few words before sliding it into his pocket.

With as much stealth as was possible, Alan pressed down the handle to his brothers room. Unlocked. Bingo. All that time up on Thunderbird 5 meant John never got into the habit of locking his door - and much to his brothers' delight, that was his greatest mistake.

Gordon tiptoed in, avoiding the piles of clothes dotted around the room and heading straight for John's desk. It was relatively neat, John having just landed back on Earth after months up in space. Instead, Brains and Fermat had decided to take a trip up there for Christmas, allowing John to return home for a few weeks.

Behind him, Alan began scooping up the mounds of t-shirts and trousers, shoving them into his empty rucksack. Gordon fought to suppress a laugh as Alan held up one of John's socks, and made a gagging noise at the back of his throat, before dropping it in the bag.

From the ensuite next door, the sound of John's whistling joined in with the rhythm of running water. In unison, Alan and Gordon covered their mouths to stifle their giggles, avoiding eye contact until they had composed themselves enough to carry out their mission.

Gordon took out the paper he'd stuffed into his pocket outside and placed it on John's desk. He winked over to Alan, who had now collected all of the clothes they had found strewn across the floor, and together they began to sneak back out of their brother's room.

The door clicked closed just as the shower cut off, John halting in his whistling. Not wanting to wait around, the two boys sprinted down the hall to Virgil's room. Gordon knocked twice, waiting for an answer, and when none came he twisted the handle.

Locked. Of course Virgil would have the sense to lock his room, knowing better than to leave it open for anyone to walk in.

"Dad's office," Alan whispered, already making his way down the stairs. Gordon followed, creeping behind him as they snuck through the house and opened their father's office door. The coast was clear.

Wasting no time, Alan ran behind his father's desk and stuffed the bag underneath. He made sure to push the chair under so as to hide any sight of the bag. As he got to his feet, Gordon held up his hand for a high-five, before the two made their way out of the room and headed for the kitchen to join the rest of their family.

"What took you two so long?" Scott asked suspiciously, taking a bite out of the burger sat in front of him.

Gordon slid into his seat at the table, and immediately began tucking into his food.

"We were down at the beach," Alan said, taking his place between Scott and Virgil, both of who were eyeing him dubiously.

"And John?" Jeff asked, looking between his two youngest.

Gordon shrugged his shoulders, "Taking a shower I think."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the red-faced brother in question appeared in the doorway, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and waving a piece of paper in his hand.

His eyes locked onto Gordon, "Who took all my clothes then left me a note saying 'Welcome back Spaceman'?"

All eyes turned to Gordon and Alan. The two boys looked at each other, then pointed towards Virgil.

"Hey!" Virgil exclaimed, throwing his hand up in the air, "I've been here the entire time."

John lunged forwards, and Gordon shot out of his seat, heading towards the doors leading outside. Alan scrambled after him as John chased the boy's onto the beach, one hand still holding the towel around his waist.

Scott took another bite of his burger, "Bets on Gordon ending up in the pool after Alan switches sides to John,"

Virgil shook his head, "No, it'll definitely end with Sprout in the pool too,"