Well, I'm venturing into new territory here, and trying my hand at something different - all stories in their own right, but all revolving around one main theme.

As you'll see from its cover (just love that scene!) they'll feature those moments when Scott is left to ask himself that age old question - why me? Or those equally numerous times when he's sure the whole universe is against him.

As always, these stories will be based on the TAG 2015 characters - not just as they appear in its episodes, but in their younger years too. And I know Gordon is seen as blond, instead of the redhead he was in the original series. But to me, he's more strawberry blond, and when my plot bunnies caught hold of that thought... well, they couldn't resist having a bit of fun.

As always, though, it's poor Scott who gets caught in the crossfire. Sorry, Scooter, but as the world's most long suffering big brother, you're just so adorable!

So, here we go, with my first Wee!Tracys story. I hope you enjoy it - and any suggestions will always be welcome!

Oh, Brother!

Chapter One - Strawberry Blond

"Scotty! Scotty, hellllp... quick, you've - you've gotta help me!"

Just as they'd done for so much of his life, those words brought Scott Tracy to his feet like a rocket. Not even bothering to pick up the pad that had gone flying off his lap, he turned with the same speed towards Alan's voice - just in time to see his youngest brother barrel into the den.

"Alan? What the he-?"

Damn, he didn't even have time to ask that question before Gordon appeared. Not his usual, cheery happy self either. Instead, a pint sized tornado with a face like a thundercloud homed in on his brother with all the accuracy of his toy submarine's missiles.

"Alan! Alan Shepard Tracy, you get out here... right now!"

Yeah, like that was going to happen. And with his peaceful reading ruined, Scott wasn't in the mood for brotherly bloodshed either. Gently catching Gordon's arm as he tried to dodge past him, he then placed himself between one visibly livid twelve year old, and his genuinely frightened brother.

"Whoa! Hey, Gords, just calm down... come on, now, cool it... both of you."

For several moments, the craziest game of tag continued, as Gordon tried to grab any part of his little brother that he could reach. Finally, though, he realized that nothing, and no-one, could get past his big brother's defences, and he stepped back - settling instead for a silent, seething glare. Still clinging to Scott's legs like his life depended on it, Alan's face was a study of freaked out confusion.

Even so, Scott still kept his strategic position - using every inch of his height to keep them apart. Even in a household of five, rapidly growing brothers, fights like this were thankfully rare, but when one did erupt - hell, Krakatoa at its worst had nothing on Tracy Island. And whatever Alan had done to upset his brother could never be worth the tears that still streaked his face, it was surely just a -

- oh, good grief.

As he finally saw what had happened, Scott had to bite back a lousily timed urge to laugh. Earlier that morning, he'd watched Alan carry a big bowl of strawberries towards his bedroom - further intrigued by his 'special project for science class.' Safe in the knowledge that you couldn't make strawberries explode, he'd left him to it, and... ye-ah. Lesson learned, and mystery solved.

"Okay, that's better," he said at last, using this short statement to see if he could talk yet without bursting into giggles. Giving himself a few more moments, just to make sure, he then gently coaxed Alan out from his hiding place, and fixed him with as stern a look as his amusement allowed.

"Okay, Alan, you... uh, want to tell me what you've done to your brother?"

At any other time, of course, those big blue eyes, and butter-wouldn't-melt innocence, might have worked. But with so much evidence stacked against him, including one thoroughly strawberried brother, the youngest member of the family really had no choice but to come clean.

"Hey, it - it was Gordy's fault! He's the one who said it!"

Still standing like a human Colossus between them, Scott visibly cringed. Yep, from the death defying bravado of a ten year old, an already fragile truce erupted back into howling warfare.

"Hey, I didn't say anything! You're the one who dumped all this goo on my head!"

With both hands now struggling to keep them apart, Scott had to resort to other means to get their attention. As a piercing whistle rose through the den, every animal on the island pricked up its ears, and instantly stopped what it was doing.

To his relief, it had the same effect on two wriggling brothers. Still wincing from this assault on their delicate ears, two puzzled faces stared up at him - putting that legendary self control back under serious threat. Yeah, the less he said right now, the better.

"Alan."

It never ceased to amaze him that just one word, in that tone of voice, could have such a startling effect. Slowly at first, then faster and faster, his youngest brother started singing like a humanised canary.

"Well, we - we were just talking about our hair colours, 'cos we're covering that in science class... and I told Gordy he was like John, 'cos he's got red hair too, and - and..."

Glancing uncertainly at his now thankfully calmer sibling, Alan then frowned as his biggest big brother pulled one of his famous big brother faces. He'd made a funny noise too, kinda between a cough and a hiccup, but... well, Scotty was always doing that.

"...anyway, Gordon said he wasn't a real redhead, 'cos Miss Phillips had told him he's a strawberry blond, that's kinda like a redhead... but Gordy wants to have really red hair, like John, and... well..."

"...you thought you'd just... uh, help him out..." Scott finished for him, gratefully releasing a chuckle of laughter before the effort of containing it caused him to explode.

Even if it was still smeared with Eau de Strawberry, Gordon was struggling to keep his face straight too now, and as for Alan... hell, he really didn't trust himself to see what his face looked like right now. Instead, with order thankfully restored, he gave both of them a gentle nudge towards each other.

"Well, there's no harm done that a good shower won't fix, so what d'you say? Allie? You wanna go first?"

More upset now than scared, Alan nodded - the study of contrition as he sidled up to Gordon's side, and peered shyly up at him from under his fringe.

"'m sorry, Gordy... I was only trying to make your hair like John's, like you said you wanted..."

"Hey, it's okay, Squirt... like Scott said, there's nothing a nice shower won't fix," Gordon grinned, all anger forgotten now in a big brother hug, and his own apology. "And I'm sorry I yelled at you, I was just... well, kinda looking forward to trying those strawberries myself."

"We all were, Gords," Scott agreed, throwing another pointed glance towards Alan, and not at all surprised to see that 'I-know-something-you-don't' grin on his youngest brother's face. Yeah, like every ten year old that had gone before him, this kid had an answer for everything.

"Hey, no sweat! I didn't use all of them, just... you know, enough that I needed."

Uh oh. There was something in that bright eyed grin that made Scott cringe again in silent dread. Jeez, how could a bowl of humble strawberries cause so much havoc?

*CRR-ASHH*

"Oww! Damn it!"

A pause, followed by a roar that scared every bird on the island clear across the Pacific. A few, boot-thomping seconds later, Virgil came storming into the den. Evidential bucket still swinging from his hand, and its contents still dripping down his face, he threw a squinted glare towards two dumbstruck brothers, and one evilly grinning genius.

"Right," he growled, with as much dignity as those tides of red mulch allowed. "Which of you three jokers thought this was gonna be funny?!"