So the idea for this story came to me and wouldn't leave... Lighthearted fun for a change :)

If you scoured the oceans to find a specific island, and then once located, you found a large building on that said island, you may have heard the distinct yell that echoed around the complex, "I'm going to kill you, Alan!"

Now, this could have been screamed for any reason. The youngest of the family could have distracted someone whilst they were doing a complicated task or have a said cruel remark to a brother. He could have disobeyed an order when on a rescue or blamed someone else for a trick he pulled.

But if you zoomed in further, you would have seen that he had no need to frame someone else; because everyone knew it was him who had pushed the artist into the pool. The sight you'd see was a fully-clothed young man, jumping out of the pool with ease and standing completely still, going over what had happened in his head. This goes on for a few more seconds before realisation hits him as he sees the retreating back of a particular blonde haired teenager, and that's when he yells.

"You'll have to catch me first!" Alan shouted back as he ran onto the beach, still crying with laughter at the sight of Virgil's face as he fell into the water. It was priceless.

"Oh! Believe me, I will!" The weight of his wet clothes slowed down the dripping wet Tracy, but his determination to get his own back drove him on to catch up with his sibling. Sand stuck to his damp socks and he cursed his younger brother for wearing trainers instead of making this chase a little more fair by losing the shoes. "I'll just have to make sure I throw those in the pool with him..." He thought to himself.

They ran along the beach for a while, the sun on their backs and the sea to their left. All the time Alan was hearing curses and threats behind him from his older brother, they just made him laugh more, much to Virgil's annoyance. Just as he was catching up, the youngest suddenly turned a sharp right into the jungle and disappeared amongst the trees.

Virgil had been running fast. Too fast. The speed he was going made him miss the entrance to the jungle Alan had taken, and in the attempt to suddenly turn back on himself, his momentum caused him to fall. He lay face down in the sand for a few seconds before pushing himself back up and jumping to his feet. He found the entrance and was just in time to see his younger brother on the trail ahead before, yet again, Alan turned to avoid being caught. Virgil could still here the laughter.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU TWICE ALAN!"

Alan ran for his life, it was funny, but terrifying at the same time having an older male chase you down and threaten to kill you; it should scar any normal teenage boy. As he dodged trees and logs, he began to think if the push into the pool was worth all this exercise. On the other hand, the look on Virgil's face as he fell may have been the best part of his week.

It'd been pretty boring of late, not many rescues and a lot of casual moping around looking for a hobby to be getting along with or a prank to pull. Alan was proud to say that he got the first prank before Gordon... Not that Gordon's well-behaved streak would last much longer once he realised he had competition with his youngest brother.

Virgil had done nothing to Alan to upset or annoy him, he was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. The wrong place being on the edge of the pool and the wrong time referring to just as Alan appeared outside and saw his chance for potential mischief.

Alan had heard the 'thud' as Virgil had fallen on the beach when he'd turned into the jungle, this had made him laugh even more, but also pointed out the fact that Virgil was closing in on him.

The chase had lost it's innocent humour and both brothers knew it. It was all about revenge and saving one's skin from one's sibling. Alan desperately looked for somewhere to hide while his brother could cool off, but it was difficult to search for a place while moving as fast as he was through the undergrowth. There were no possible hollowed out tree trunk, or a large bush with a gap in it that he could squeeze through. He had to keep running. He cursed aloud when all he could see were vines, bushes, leaves and trees. And trees. And TREES! He knew what he had to do.

Alan glanced back to try and get a feel of the distance between Virgil and himself. His older brother hadn't turned the last corner Alan had made, so the younger Tracy took this opportunity to stop and look up for the tallest tree. The only way to escape was via height, Virgil would easily find him otherwise.

His eyes locked onto a tree further ahead off the trail, low branches that he'd just about be able to reach, a thick trunk to hide behind and lot a leaves for cover. Perfect.

The sound of threats made it's way around the corner of the trail and Alan saw Virgil running towards him, still a smile was on his face despite being soaking wet, only socks on his feet and now covered in sand head to toe.

Alan rushed off the trail towards the tree and hid behind the truck before his brother could see him. As Virgil passed him on the trail, the blonde knew his brother would be back in a number of seconds after realising that Alan was no longer in front of him, so he had to start climbing now.

It took a couple of jump attempts to reach the lowest branch and haul himself up onto it. He then stood up on the wood and hooked his arms over the next branch above and using all his arm strength to pull his body upwards, using the grooves in the trunk as footholds. A couple more branches up and Alan thought he was high enough. He sat on the branch with his legs either side of it, swinging.

"Alan?!"

Virgil was back, and by the sound of his voice he was more worried than revengeful. "Where'd you go?!"

Alan smirked, if he stayed up there longer then he would be sure to be safe from Virgil's wrath and be welcomed down due to the pure anxiety of his brother. But Virgil continued to move into Alan's eyesight and off the trail.

An awful thought crossed the youngest's mind that he would still be seen as his brother approached. He did not have as much leaf cover as the top of the tree had, so ever so silently he stood on the branch and reached up again.

His fingers grabbed air. There was no branch above him for a while, meaning he either had to stay where he was, or risk it and jump.

The branch of the tree above was a wide one that jutted out further that any of the other branches. It was long enough to he would be able to sit with his back to the trunk and legs stretched out in front of him.

Call it Tracy stubbornness, but Alan was not in the right mind to stay on the branch he was on, midway up a tree. No way! He wanted to go higher, to push himself and to prove that no matter his height in comparison to his brothers, he could still do it.

He bent his knees and jumped... And missed. He landed back down on the branch he was on and instantly went about steadying himself by holding into the trunk. The wood under him groaned and cracked slightly under his weight but Alan couldn't hear it over his sigh of relief that he had something solid under him.

"Breathe. Just breathe. It's only a small jump!" He whispered to himself as he caught his breath.

"ALAN?! C'mon man, Scott'll kill me if you're lost in here! I promise I'll go easy on you!" Alan's head snapped down to see his brother beneath him, his hands cupped around his mouth as he yelled.

The blonde waited for the artist to move on through the undergrowth until he tried to jump again. This time his fingers just brushed the target and he landed a little unsteadily on the branch again. However, he had no reason not to hear the sound of splitting wood under him and fear rushed through him.

The branch couldn't hold his weight much longer, and Alan was sure it would snap if he tried to jump again and failed.

Determination set in, but the fear didn't leave him. He closed his eyes, he bent his knees and he swung his arms upright as he launched his body off of the wood. He heard a distinct snapping and a cracking sound beneath him and knew the branch had finally broken and fallen from his motion.

His hands gripped the branch above him. He had done it.

But his hands were too small and the branch was too wide for them to wrap around it, so he hung there, his hands hooked onto it and his body dangling under it. Even if he pulled himself up and sat down, he knew there was no way he'd be able to get back down the way he came, not with that branch missing and the other being a very long way away. He would've had a death wish if he wanted to fall all the way down to there anyway. The trunk was too thick to climb around to a branch on the other side. He cursed his choice of tree.

So he was stuck, struggling to pull his body weight up onto a branch high up in the middle of a jungle. He was hidden from the outside world by a layer of leaves and his brother was now nowhere to be seen.

Great.

"VIRGIL!"

Oo cliff hanger! More will follow soon, don't worry :) Thanks for reading! Reviews are loved xx