As Virgil looked to the stars, a thousand miles away another Tracy looked down at the earth, John was in TB5, having a very quiet night until now. He had an urgent call from his dad, turning on the display with dred, he came face to face with his father's.

"Son, we've found out why Scott has been so ill recently" Jeff looked Grave
"It's not what I think it is, is it?" John asked dreading the answer
"Yes, I'm afraid so, Lukemia." Jeff replied sadly
John sighed, shutting his eyes before opening them again

"What's going to happen?" He asked afraid, he knew it was treatable if caught early enough
"Its to advanced to do a lot, your brother hid it so well, his having chemo tomorrow but he needs transplant, a bone marrow transplant but we need a doner so I'm asking if would come down tomorrow and give a sample to the doctor to check out. See if your a match." Jeff knew he didn't need to ask, John would do it in a heartbeat to help his brother.

"Of course, Alan wil replace me?" He asked not wanting to leave his post unattended
"Yes he will, so I'll see you tomorrow. Don't worry dad, it'll be OK" He tried to reassure him.
"I hope your right son, well good night" Jeff replied
"Goodnight Dad" John replied to the screen. He sighed and thought of Virgil. Virgil should know, he and Scot had been so close, the closest of the brothers until they fell out and Scott sided with dad. Maybe he already knew. That was the end. John had been a black sheep, always different from his brothers, head in the clouds and to close to Virgil in age when they were younger to get on well with him. But now he was the only one who spoke to him, it should have been Scott, John knew that, but he had turned his back on Virgil and sided with his father, after all they had seen together and how they helped each other through everything from mothers death to basic rescues. John remembered he never got on with Virgil until John became ill. He had scarlet fever and the children were kept out of the room in. Virgil had, had it when he was 8, so he had some immunity. He had looked after John as Scott was on Aviation training and dad was at work all the time. John remembered Virgil playing music to him, drawing or letting John help him with his homework or even just talking to him about the stars and describe them while John guessed their names. Those few days had changed their relatioship, Virgil had looked after John and kept him company and John had learnt Virgil cared for far more than looking good and the arts. He hoped that even after everything he had been through Virgil would be sympathetic to Scott or at least merciful. Deep down though he knew the answer.