The red haired trouble maker stood back, admiring his handy work.

"Perfect," he smirked, dropping the paint brush to the floor.

"Virgil's gonna go mad when he finds out," his companion warned, but he was grinning as he produced a camera and took a photo of a very pink looking thunderbird 2.

"Alan! Gorden! Virgil's coming!" The eldest Tracy brother stuck his head round the door. "Time to hide!"

Gorden rolled his eyes. "Damn it! I knew we should have added spots!"

Footsteps echoed around and the terrible two dived for cover, behind Thunderbird 4. Alan stuffed a corner of his t-shirt in his mouth to stop himself from laughing as a look of horror swiftly replaced by fury shot across his brother's face. Gorden sniggered as Virgil slowly ran his hand over his beloved Thunderbird 2.

"GORDEN!" He erupted. "I am going to kill you!"

Gorden stepped out from behind his Thunderbird. "Why on earth would I be involved with 2's little...makeover?"

Virgil gave him the I am going to leave you on 5 for twenty years and then drown you glare. "You!" He yelled, "are gonna die!"

Scott appeared once more at the top of the steps. "What's the fish done now?"

Gorden shot him a disbelieving look. "But you helped!" He exclaimed.

"So did Sprout!" Scott protested.

Virgil stalked out the hanger. "Fix it and pretty damn quIck!" He yelled back at them.

"Ooh, touchy!"

"Cut it out Gorden!"

"And that," Alan said finally into the video camera, "is Virgil's reaction to his oversized greenfly having a little makeover." He smirked, sending it up to John, on Thunderbird 5, up in space.

Scott couldn't help grinning. "Well she does look colourful." He chuckled.

Gorden replayed the video, promptly going into hysterics at the outraged look on Virgil's face. Scott and Alan watched in amusement as he rolled around on the floor, laughing.

"Well at least 1's okay...what?" Scott hadn't missed the evil glint in his younger brother's eye.

Gorden pretended to look innocent. "What? I just though she'd look a bit better...orange? Neon orange?"

Scott stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out if he was for real, before running to check his Thunderbird.

Alan raised his eyebrows.

"Wait for it," Gorden whispered. Then:

"Gorden! Why the hell would you paint 1 orange? That's it - 4 is turning green!"

"Never!" Gorden protested, trying to protect the yellow Thunderbird but it was no use.

"BOYS!"

Scott froze, spray paint in one hand, and turned to look at his father. "Um...hi?"

"What is going on?"

"We thought the Thunderbirds could do with a little makeover?" Alan suggested.

"It was Gorden!" Scott yelled, fleeing for the door.

"Hey! Scotty, wait for me!" Alan bolted after him. Gorden grinned.

"I think that Tracy 1 would look better blue. What ya think Dad?"

"My office. NOW!"

Damn.


"So what do you think?" Virgil asked. John frowned.

"I still think my form of revenge is better, but then again, it's your thunderbird that's been turned pink."

"No chocolate for a week would work for you maybe Johnny, but draining the swimming pool will work much better."

John groaned, glancing at something off screen.

"What's wrong?" Virgil asked, as concern entered his voice.

"Gravity's going a bit weird. I'll have to fix it. I'll speak to you later."

"Bye..." As the call ended, Gorden's voice echoed up from below.

"But DAD! 1 looks WAY better orange!"

"4 looks better green." Scott replied quickly.

"What about 3 then?" Jeff pointed out.

Silence. Virgil grinned. Didn't think that bit through, did you fish?

"I forgot purple paint," Gorden muttered.

"You won't be going on the next mission."

Silence once more. Virgil ran his hands over the piano, longing to play it, but also wanting to hear his brother's reaction.

"WHAT THE HELL? IT WAS JUST A BIT OF FUN!"

"Next time you'll know to stick to gluing doors shut."

"I can't believe you encourage that," Scott muttered. He'd been trapped in his room for over five hours last time Gorden had played that prank.

The door slammed and Gorden headed straight for the pool.

"You're not in your swimming gear, kiddo," Scott pointed out?

"I'd noticed," Gorden gave him a death glare.

"Don't worry, he won't be getting wet!" Virgil called out cheerfully.

"Wait - what?" Gorden managed to yell in mid air before a sickening thud came from the pool.

"Gorden!" He'd thought the prankster would look before he jumped...

Scott was already climbing into the empty swimming pool. Virgil scrambled down beside him.

Gorden was lying awkwardly on his ankle. "I hate you," he muttered at Virgil.

"Yeah, love you too," Virgil ruffled his hair, earning himself another glare. He felt around the ankle and Gorden winced, shrinking back and drawing his ankle away from Virgil.

"Hey fish, let the doc check it out!" Scott slung his arm round Gorden's shoulders.

Virgil glanced at him, annoyed by the doc bit. "Just cause I bothered to complete the first aid course," he muttered.

"What was that?"

"Nothing," he muttered. Gorden reluctantly let him check out the ankle. "You might have just sprained it, but I want to check it out in the Infirmary just in case." He announced to the water loving brother.

"Great," Gorden groaned.

"Lucky you," Scott grinned. "But you did paint 1 orange..."

"And 2 pink..." Virgil chimed in.

"And 3 blue!" An outraged cry came from the house as Alan discovered the fate of his thunderbird.

Gorden shrugged. "So you deserved it..." Virgil finished.

"Who deserved what?" Jeff inquired, appearing in the doorway.

"Um..." Scott and Virgil looked at each other.

The alarm went off.

"I never thought I'd be so glad to hear that klaxon," Virgil grinned.

So what did you think? This is my first ever Thunderbirds story, so some reviews would be awesome! See you guys...I will update sol as I have already written the next chapter. It takes so long to type up, ya know? Yeah...you're probably finding me very annoying now...*dashes off to find where someone left the chocolate...*

See you guys later!

Kat. X