Living in Fear
Author's note: as I'm sure you can tell I love to torture Virgil, even though he is my favorite character. So as always here's some more. I have never seen the Thunderbirds TV show, does anyone know if it's worth watching, I mean, what is it like, is action packed or is it more for little kids? If it is worth watching, how do I get it?
Happy Reading Anakin's girl 11
Summary: this is a sequel to "Playing Doctor". Virgil's "cold" is more then just a cold, and to keep them from getting sick Gordon and Alan are banded from their brother's room. Will they be able to stay away? Will Virgil be alright?
Chapter one
Gordon and Alan are banded
(Recap of Playing Doctor)
Fifteen year old Scott ran his fingers through his twelve year old brother's light brown hair a place a kiss on Virgil's burning forehead, "Hope you feel better tomorrow little brother."
Scott then turned to Gordon; he was on the other side of the bed, with his arm tucked into Virgil's. Scott smiled and placed a kiss on the ten year olds forehead. He then moved to Alan who was curled up like a cat at the foot of the bed, holding back a laugh, Scott kissed the eight year olds forehead and whispered, "Good night little doctor."
With that Scott took one last look at his brothers and with a smile, left the room.
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The next morning found Jeff Tracy at the kitchen table with only one of his sons; John sat on the other side of the table, playing with the food on his plate, not touching it at all.
"Is there something wrong with the food son?" Jeff asked with concern.
"No dad, it's fine, I'm just worried about Virgil that's all," John said as he flopped his eggs over on his plate.
"Speaking of Virgil, I think I'm going to go check on him, and try to drag Gordon and Alan out of there so they can get dressed, I'm also going to see if Scott plans on gracing us with his presence anytime soon," Jeff said as he stood up.
"I'll come with you," John blurted out as he shot out of his chair knocking it over in the process.
"Oh no, you don't!" Jeff said quickly as he picked up his second son's chair took him by his shoulders and pushed him down gently and added, "You are staying right here young man, and when I get back, I expect to see that plate empty is that clear?"
"Yes sir," John muttered as he eyed the plate of food he didn't want to eat.
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Jeff walked upstairs leaving a muttering John behind, he passed Scott's closed door wanting to check on Virgil first. He was surprised to see Scott in Virgil's room.
"Good morning Scott, I didn't expect to see you in here, I thought you were still in bed," Jeff said, Scott didn't seem to hear him, "Scott-are you alright?"
Scott's head snapped up when he finally realized his father was in the room, "Hmm, oh sorry dad, did you say something?"
"I just didn't expect to see you in here, that's all, are you alright?" Jeff asked again.
"I'm fine dad, its Virgil I'm worried about; his fever hasn't gone down, in fact it's gotten worse," Scott said concern evident in his voice.
Jeff frowned and walked over to the bed gently shaking Alan awake, "Alan, come on Alan wake up."
"Oh dad, do I have to get up now?" the eight year old opened his eyes and eyed his father.
"Yes, now go get dressed," Jeff said ruffling his son's curly blonde hair and adding, "And brush your teeth before you go downstairs,"
Next came Gordon, "Gordon? Wake up son,"
"Hmm, time for breakfast already?" Gordon asked as he sat up untangling himself from Virgil's arm.
Jeff laughed as he ruffled the ten year olds rather wavy red hair and said, "Yes, why don't you go get dressed, and brush your teeth before you go downstairs alright, and make sure Alan does too."
Gordon nodded and left the room.
With the two younger ones out of the way Jeff turned to Virgil, he gently placed his hand on his son's forehead and winced at the heat that he found there. The touch woke Virgil; he opened his eyes to see his father leaning over him.
"Dad?" Virgil questioned.
"Hey son, I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you up, how are you feeling?" Jeff knew it was a worthless question, he could tell how he felt just by looking at him.
"My head is pounding, a—n—achoo—," the sneeze shook Virgil's body and he rapped the blanket closer to him as he added, "My throat really hurts too."
"Do you still ache?" Jeff knew this was a stupid question too, of course he did.
"All over," Virgil confirmed.
"Okay, listen do you think you could hold this under your tongue for me for minute?" Jeff asked holding out the thermometer.
Virgil nodded and opened his mouth so Jeff could put it in.
Virgil sneezed several times, and every time he did they had to start over. Jeff finally just held it there so it would stay in his mouth when it finally beeped; Jeff took it out and once again frowned at the numbers.
When silence followed Virgil's whisper of a voice broke it, "How high is it?"
Jeff looked to his son and then back to numbers and said, "Oh Virgil, it's about the same, you know what I think I'm going to call the doctor and have him take a look at you, I would just feel better that way, okay?"
"Well, okay dad if it would make you feel better," Virgil said just before he started coughing.
"Okay easy Virg," Scott said as he gently lifted his brother's head and put it in his lap, slowly the coughing subsided, and as it did Scott offered Virgil a little water which he took eagerly.
"Virgil, I'm going to take Scott to his room for a minute but he'll be right back alright?" Jeff said as he noticed Virgil was starting to fall asleep in Scott's arms.
Scott gently laid Virgil's head back on the pillows as Virgil started to shake he whispered, "Scott?"
"I'll be right back Ace, I promise," Scott switched to the nickname he had given Virgil when he was a baby hoping the old name would bring some comfort.
"I'm so co—col-cold," Virgil stammered slowly through chattering teeth.
Jeff grabbed the extra blanket that had fallen to the floor and handed it to Scott.
Scott leaned back over Virgil and said, "I've got an extra blanket for you right here, you just stay warm Ace; and try to get some sleep, I'll came right back, I promise."
As Virgil fell asleep again Jeff grabbed Scott by the arm and pulled him to his room that was across from Virgil's.
"It's bad isn't it?" the fifteen year old asked seeing the look on his father's face.
"Scott his fever has gone up, it's now 103.3, I'm going to go call the doctor and have him came take a look at him, and until he gets here, since you're less likely to get anything, I want you to stay with him, and make sure Gordon and Alan don't go back in there," Jeff said running his hand through his hair.
"It's going to be hard to keep them away from him, I mean they took care of him all of yesterday, do you really the keeping them away now is going to help?" Scott asked.
"It's better then letting them help and them getting sick know that I didn't do anything about it, I mean it Scott, they don't get in until the doctor gives the okay," Jeff said as he head for the stairs.
"Hey dad?" Scott called after him, "You're going to tell Gordon and Alan that they can't come up here right?"
"I'll tell them but it's your duty to see that they follow my orders," Jeff said looking to oldest son once again.
"Yes, sir," Scott said as he headed back for Virgil's room.
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Down in the kitchen, Gordon and Alan were having a breakfast race and John was now sitting in the living room reading one of his Astronomy books.
"Boys, I have something to tell you," Jeff said as he entered the joined rooms.
Gordon and Alan paused with their race and John looked up from his book.
Knowing he had their attention Jeff continued, "Virgil's fever is much higher this morning then it was yesterday, I'm going to have to call the doctor and have him come take a look at Virgil, which I'm afraid means that; Gordon and Alan you two can't help Virgil today, I don't even what you going in his room until the doctor gives his okay for you two to help alright?"
"But who's going to take care of Virgil?" both Gordon and Alan asked at the same time.
"Well Scott's up there with him right now, and John and I will help too until the doctor can take a look at him, but as for you two, I don't want you in Virgil's room at all, alright?" Jeff asked eyeing his two youngest.
"But dad-." But neither one of them got to finish their sentence.
"No, buts, you are staying away from your brother's room and that's finally." Jeff said firmly before heading back upstairs leaving behind a confused John and a fearful Gordon and Alan
T.B.C.
What do you think? Should I keep going?
