A/N: I don't own the Tracy boys, just using them for this story. They belong to the Anderson family and iTV Studios. Oh, and bonus: Review at the top as to whether or not Virgil will get grounded for this too.
When you're the field commander of an international rescue organization, you should exude confidence and control. Scott knew this. It also happened to be his birthday, and what did he choose to do? Party like there was no tomorrow. He'd ended up having to be dragged home by a reluctant Virgil, and when he was sober, well…
It was the day after Scott's birthday, and he had woken up with a massive hangover. As he was going to the kitchen to try and flush the alcohol out of his system…
"SCOTT CARPENTER TRACY!" He stopped in his tracks, dreading what was to come. It had been Grandma was using her 'You're in big trouble, boy" voice, and any Tracy knew to hide on hearing the infernal shrieking. And so he found himself cowering behind the control center up in the round house, hoping she wouldn't check such an out-of-the-way spot. Then he heard Virgil tromping down the stairs, and realized something: Grandma was absolutely going to grill his younger, bulkier brother about the events of the night before. He just hoped said brother hadn't figured out where he had hid, and that he didn't reveal the information if he did know.
When he didn't hear anyone coming up the stairs, he sighed with relief. I'm clear now, was what he believed. But as he walked into the dining area… "Hey bro! Here, drink this. That hangover of yours is probably still killing you." Grandma Tracy spun around immediately. "What did you just say, young man?" Both Virgil and Scott froze as she bore a metaphorical hole through the younger's skull. "Uh, I was just offering Scott some water! Gotta stay hydrated, am I right?" But she was having none of it. "Scott, I know for a fact you never drink water in the morning, not until you've had at least one coffee. And the coffee maker is clean. Which means something happened last night that you boys aren't telling me." Scott shook his head frantically. "What do you mean?" Grandma glared at him. "Where were you between 9 and 2 last night? And don't say at home, because I heard Thunderbird 1 leaving. Actually, I swore I felt Thunderbird 2 lift off around 1:30 in the morning. Care to explain?" At a loss for words, Virgil, who had by this point finished breakfast, got up, when…
"Virgil Grissom Tracy, sit down." With that, the two confessed, and Grandma relayed the info to John, before booming, "You two are going to be grounded for the next MONTH, you hear!?" The two nodded solemnly, as Gordon and Alan walked out. When Alan asked what was up, John said over the comm, "Scott partied way too hard last night, and Virgil was an accomplice." The two eldest Tracy brothers glared daggers at the middle one's hologram, when EOS added in, "Grandma Tracy would like to add to her punishment: Any and all damage caused by either Gordon or Alan must be dealt with by you two." By then, exhausted, they put their heads in their hands, and slumped back onto the couch, defeated.
A/N: To everyone who thought Virgil would get off scot-free (pun intended) sorry! To those who didn't, good job! Have an internet!