Disclaimer: I don't own the TB or the Tracys nor am I making any money from this story. It is solely written for entertainment purposes.

A/N: I tend to stick with the birth order as followed: Scott, John, Virgil, Gordon, and Alan. I've also decided that I enjoy writing stories with them as children. This is the first of five chapters.-sam1

Brotherly Interactions

Scott and John

Eight-month-old John Tracy lay on the floor for a moment before scooting Army-style on his belly towards his big brother. Scott was busy playing with some colorful building blocks though to his mother he was just banging them together to make noise. A small, pudgy hand reached out for a bright blue block only to be pushed away.

"No, Dohnny," Scott said. Johnny rolled over on his back and stared at him for a moment before his lower lip started trembling and he cried out. Clapping his hands over his ears, Scott decided to go with the lesser of two evils and dropped a hand long enough to hand over a bright red block. Two pudgy hands grasped the block awkwardly before gnawing on it.

Scott and Virgil

The small chestnut-haired boy toddled after an older and darker haired boy much to the older boy's annoyance.

"Go 'way, Virgie." Cocking his head to the side, the toddler stared at his big brother before plopping down on the floor.

"Me wanna pway," he whimpered. "Birgie wub 'Cotty." Huge tears leaked from his burnt honey colored eyes in sadness. "'Cotty no wub Birgie." If there was one thing that Scott couldn't handle it was his younger brothers crying.

"Aww, Virgie, I do love you but I'm going to play outside," he said.

"Birgie pway oufside, foo." The little boy clapped his hands happily. Seeing no way out of this, Scott sighed and searched for their mother.

"Mommy, can Virgie go outside with me?" he asked. "I'll watch him."

"Birgie pway wif 'Cotty," Virgil babbled from behind his big brother. Lucy glanced at her first and third born sons and smiled.

"Stay in the backyard," she told them.

Scott and Gordon

"No, Gordy, I don't want to go swimming." Scott strode away from his five-year-old brother. "Ask Johnny or Virgie."

"Mommy said you have to be the one to swim with me," Gordon countered. "Please, Scotty, you never do anything with me." Scott stopped mid-step and turned to face his second youngest brother. "You always make time to do things with Virgil but never me."

"That's not true," Scott argued. "I do lots of things with you." Gordon stared at him in disbelief.

"Nuh-uh, you don't like me," he cried. "You're just being mean because you think I put a frog in your bed." Swiping at his runny nose, Gordon was indeed a sad sight and one that made Scott feel bad.

"I do to like you, Gordy," he said. "I just don't like to swim like you do." Gordon's shoulders sagged in defeat and he walked towards the backdoor of their house. Feeling like he'd let his brother down, Scott called out to him. "Gordy, how about we go practice for your little league game? I'll pitch and you can work on hitting." Gordon looked back at his big brother and thought for a moment.

"Really, Scotty?" he asked, excited.

"Yeah, come on," he answered.

Scott and Alan

"Scotty, why did Mommy go away?" Alan sat on the ground under the oak tree and fiddled with the grass. "Didn't she love us anymore?"

"She didn't want to go away but she had to," Scott sighed. "She still loves us even though she had to leave." Alan scooted closer to him and leaned his head against his shoulder. Scott's long arm wrapped around his brother in a one-armed hug.

"But we have to have a mommy," he said. "Casey said only losers don't have mommies. Are we losers?"

"No, we're not losers and Casey is a big dummy for saying that," Scott huffed. "Didn't you hear what Grandma said yesterday?" Alan nodded slowly in response.

"She said that she'd be our mommy and grandma," he answered. Though still sad, Alan felt better having talked to his big brother. "Thanks, Scotty."