Disclaimer: I don't own the Tracys, Thunderbirds, or International Rescue.
A/N: I was encouraged – I think – to post this story even though it's not completely written. Loopstagirl, I hope I'm doing what you asked. Angel-Sue76, I hope you feel better soon (hugs). Everyone else, enjoy! sam1
School's Out
The boys' ages are: Alan, 6; Gordon, 7; John, 9; Virgil, 11; Scott, 13
"School's out! School's out—"
"Teachers let the wild boys out." Scott smirked at his younger brothers as he ran past them.
John and Virgil gave chase. "Hey, you better not be including me into that category, Scotty," John said, pushing his hair out of his eyes.
"Category?" Gordon snorted. "Who talks like that?" He and Alan had ran after and caught up to their older brothers.
Swiping his brother's knit hat from his head, John ran for the back of the house and kitchen door. "I talk like that, Dunce."
"John Glenn Tracy, do not call your brother a dunce." Grandma Tracy's diminutive figure seemed to fill the door as she stared down at her grandson.
"But Grandma, Mrs. Stanley said that I have to learn and use a new word every day to develop and maintain a strong vocabulary." He smiled innocently at his grandmother, knowing full well that she wasn't going to buy into what he was saying.
"I'm quite sure that Mrs. Stanley did not encourage you to use 'dunce' in a sentence. I'm also quite positive that even if she did, it was not meant to call your little brother one."
"Johnny, give me my hat before—" Gordon caught up to his big brother and slammed into him. "Um, hi, Grandma."
Grandma fixed her sharp gaze on him. "Give Gordon his hat, John. Lord knows I don't need to have him then the rest of you come down ill while you're all on winter break."
"Yes, Grandma," John said, turning to face his next youngest brother. His eyes narrowed when he saw the smug look on Gordon's face. Jamming the hat over Gordon's head, John made sure to pull it low enough to cover his eyes and hold it there.
Alan and Virgil laughed as Gordon struggled against their brother's hold on his hat. "Let go, Johnny. I can't see."
"Well, duh, Gordy," Alan giggled. "He's holding your hat over your eyes."
Scott stepped closer to John and tapped the blond on his shoulder, leaning close to his ear. "You better let go because Grandma is giving you the look."
Immediately, John dropped his hands from his brother's head. He slowly turned to face his grandmother and tried to smile. "Good afternoon, Grandma, lovely weather we're having today, wouldn't you say?" Each of his brothers except Scott snickered.
Scott leaned closer to his brother again, "I don't think that's going to work, Johnny."
Letting the trademark Tracy grin spread, Johnny met his grandmother's gaze. "Would you believe me if I claimed temporary insanity brought on by the Christmas season and the joyous occasion of being out of school for two weeks with my brothers, Dad, and you, Grandma?"
"Dang, Johnny, you're making my teeth hurt with all that saccharin sweet malarkey," Virgil mock whispered much to the delight of his youngest brothers.
"Can I have your candy from your classroom party, Virgie?" Alan asked, innocently. "I don't want your teeth to hurt any more than they do now."
"No, you cannot have Virgil's candy, Alan. John, go wash up. I'm going to need your help in the kitchen."
"But, Grandma, I don't want Virgie's teeth to hurt," Alan whined.
"That is enough, young man. You have your own candy and don't need any extra." Grandma stood firm as John slid past her and upstairs to do as he was told. Her gaze shifted to follow her middle grandson.
"Knock it off, Al, before you get in trouble," Gordon whispered. "You get in trouble now and you won't be able to play outside with us tomorrow."
Scott urged his brothers indoors, pausing long enough to give Grandma a hug. "Hi, Grandma. Is there anything I can do to help with?"
Hugging her oldest grandson, she grinned, "Nothing more than keeping an eye on your brothers."
"Aw, Grandma, that's almost impossible," he laughed as Virgil, Gordon, and Alan all voiced their disagreement.