Disclaimer: I don't own the Tracys, International Rescue, or the Thunderbirds.

A/N: This little one-shot was something that came to me whilst chatting with Angel-Sue. It's dedicated to her twin and a dear friend of mine. A friend who has no problem arguing with me about anything and everything but also one who never hesitates to talk medical stuff.

Ignorance is Bliss

"What did I ever do to deserve this?" The chestnut-haired teen mumbled.

Suddenly long arms wrapped themselves around his chest. "Virgin…er, Virile…"

"Virgil. My name is Virgil, Scott."

"Thas what I said," the older Tracy slurred. His hot, alcohol scented breath wafted into Virgil's face, making him hold his breath.

"Damn it, Scott, stop breathing in my face. Your breath smells like a brewery." Pushing the button to roll down the window, he leaned towards it to breathe in clean, fresh air.

"I was tryin' to ask you somethin'." Leaning further over the seat, he poked his younger brother. "Did I tell you about Tata, er Tara? She was the wo-man at the…the, oh hell, you know." Grinning goofily into the rearview mirror, he leaned back. He held his cupped hands facing his chest, "She hash the biggest set…"

"SCOTT CARPENTER TRACY! I do not want or need to hear about that," Virgil snapped, slamming on the brakes of his car. Turning to face his brother, he winced when the retching started. "You'd better not throw up in my car, Scott. Open the damn door and lean out." Throwing the gearshift into park, he jumped out of his car and jerked the rear door open. Just in time for Scott to finally gain control of his movements and fall out of the car.

"Owsh, that hurt," he giggled. Rolling onto his back, he stared up at Virgil. "Virgin, when did you get here? Did you come to see my wo-man?" He looked around. "Where'd she go?"

"Scooter, you call me Virgin one more time, I swear that I will leave your drunk ass right here," Virgil snapped, manhandling his brother back to the car.

Weaving the short distance, Scott groaned and then all the alcohol and food that he'd enjoyed made a return appearance. All over Virgil's car and worse yet, Virgil himself. Choking back the urge to get sick himself, the younger Tracy held onto his brother until he was finished and then none too gently shoved him into the back seat. "If this is the sort of stuff you get up to back at Yale, I'm so glad I'm stuck here in Kansas. Sometimes ignorance is bliss when it comes to big brothers."

"I's not ignorant, Virg," mumbled the big brother. "I's educated at Yell."