John could hear the desperation in his brother's voice edging Virgil to pull his bird up from the dive but Thunderbird 2 wasn't responding.
Suddenly he heard Scott breath again and guessed Virgil had remained consciousness, John sat back in his chair and ran his hand through his fringe feeling slightly better, in five minutes his brothers would land home.
"Thunderbird 1 from Thunderbird 5, how is he Scott?"
"Awake thank god, he's just approaching the runway. Everyone's set up in the control centre for an emergency landing."
"FAB, is he hurt?"
"I guess we'll find out when he's landed."
For the next few minutes John paced the room thinking about what had just happened to his older brother, why had the Sentinel opened fire in the first place without thought?
"Base to Thunderbird 5?"
"Dad, how's Virgil?"
"He landed but he's injured. Thunderbird 2 will be grounded for a while, she's badly scorched."
"That's not good."
"Don't worry John, we'll sort it out. I'll call again once Virgil is stable."
"FAB" John sighed and the radio went silent again leaving the blonde alone with his thoughts.
Later that day, by the Island's time, John radioed to Virgil's room where he saw his brother sitting up in bed with a bandage around his head.
"Hey John."
"You're a sight for sore eyes Virg, how are you feeling?"
"A bit smoked" Virgil laughed "Thunderbird 2 is worse."
John smiled "you have no idea how worried I was."
"Worse than Scott?"
"Probably, I couldn't do anything to help. Only listen out for success or, well y'know."
Virgil nodded "fail. I'm fine John, really. Don't worry about me."
"I always worry about you Virg" John smiled.
"Don't, I already have Scott constantly worrying about me."
"Fine, but take it easy ok?"
"FAB medic."
"Sending love."
"John you softy. Thanks for checking on me."
Author's note: Very short sorry about that :) thanks JoTracy123 for her ideas