Standard Disclaimer, don't own the thunderbirds. Just enjoying them.

Gordon's first Prank…

Playing by the rules.

"Scotty, Scotty, can I come…" Gordon's high pitched voice carries down the dirt path to the park.

"No Gordo, you're too little. Go home" Scott's voice rose in impatience, why did the little brat have to follow him everywhere?

"Why can Virgil go?" Gordon's voice began to whine, grating on Scott's already tense nerves. All he wanted was to get out of the house for a while, away from the babies, and stretch his body, he was so tense with energy he needed to burn some off.

"Virgil's bigger than you."

"Yeah I'm bigger than you Gordo," Virgil ruffles the smaller boy's copper hair.

"But I want to play too…" Gordon's voice had risen to full volume, "I'm gonna tell Daddy you're being mean Scotty." Scott sighs knowing his day is just about to get worse.

John moves between Scott and Gordon and kneels down so that he is on a level with Gordon, "I tell you what Gordo, you can come…"

"No! No he's not coming!" Scott buts in loudly, his voice breaking into a squeak on the last word.
John raises his hand looking up at Scott, pleading for peace from his brother with his eyes. Scott shrugs and turns away, he can never refuse John when he pleads like that. John turns back to Gordon and pointing a finger at the younger boy for emphasis says, "You can come Gordo, but you have to sit still and not get in the way." Scott huffs in disgust.

" 'kay Johnny." Gordon grins. Straightening John takes Gordon's hand and leads the way along the path towards the park.

Scott looks at Virgil who shrugs and follows the other two; Scott throws his hands in the air and shouts, "Fine, but the baby is your responsibility!" He follows his brother swinging his bat randomly at passing trees and shrubs.

The Tracy brothers walk to the far end of the park and set up to play ball. Scott happy now he is able to burn off some energy slips into big brother mode. "Right 'Fishy'," Scott smirks at Gordon, "you sit here and don't move, no going in the pond." Gordon sinks to the ground sullenly. Scott turns to John and Virgil, "OK I'm up first, Virgil you can field, John you can pitch." Scott pulls the ball and five sand bags out of his bag and places them in a diamond shape with one in the middle to mark where John is to stand while he pitches. "I thought this was just tossing the ball Scott." Virgil queries. "Yeah, it is" Scott says, "But you still need all the bits."

The three boys spread across the grass, John going to the pitchers bag while Virgil moves far out left field of Scott. Once they are all in place John pitches the ball towards Scott who smashes it out across the grass, it flies high over Virgil's head and halfway back to the path from the house. Virgil runs after it returning a little out of breath and tosses the ball back to John. John pitches the next ball, which is again slogged out over the grass, Virgil runs after it again. The third time Virgil shakes his head, so John runs after the ball returning to the pitchers bag to pitch to Scott again. Scott is enjoying himself, he can feel his body stretching and the energy coursing though him, he wished John was a better pitcher, so that he could really hit the ball, but he will have to manage for now.

John pitches the ball again; it is slower and out wide but Scott manages to clip it with enough force to have it sail up and away over Gordon's head, crashing into the pond. Gordon jumping up, runs after the ball, taking any opportunity to get in the water. The boys continued to play with Virgil and John taking turns pitching the ball, with Gordon; whose energy never seemed to flag, chasing it. After another 15 minutes of watching Scott smash the ball John decides enough is enough. "Scott, it's someone else's turn to bat." "Fine," Scott calls, he was getting bored anyway John's pitches are just not challenging enough. He drops the bat and snatches the ball from Virgil, "You can bat."

John moves closer in, grinning at Gordon, he is confident that if Virgil even hits the ball it won't go far or be as fast as Scott.

Virgil lines up over the sand bag, swinging the bat experimentally. Scott shrugs his shoulders, rolling them back to loosen them up. "Ready Virg." he yells.

"Yeah" Virgil replies.

Scott whines his body tight; the ball held loosely in his fist, with a sudden twist his body swings forward hurling the ball towards Virgil. Virgil swings frantically at the ball, but it sails over the top of his bat and crashes into the shrubbery behind him. "Strike One" Scott yells.

Virgil drops the bat to retrieve the ball and tosses it to Scott.

Again Scott whines his body tight, then swings out like a spring and propelles the ball down the pitch at Virgil. Virgil holds his ground and swings, but too late the ball has already crashed into the trees and shrubbery.

Gordon runs forward to get the ball and run it back to Scott. Scott ruffles the youngster's hair, "Thanks 'Fishy'." He grins.

For a third time Scott whines his body tight, he can feel the energy zinging around his muscles. He lets fly the ball and this time as Virgil swings, the bat and ball collided, snapping the bat straight out of Virgil's hands and crashing both into the trees behind him.

"You'rrrrr OUT" Scott cries.

Virgil looked up from his numb hands at Scott's shout. "NO, Not fair. You pitch too hard."

Scott grins as he comes running towards Virgil, John and Gordon coming from the other side of the field. "If you can't hit the ball Virge, then 'You'rrrr OUT!" says Scott in what he feels is a reasonable tone, "John's turn to bat." John notices the tears beginning to well in Virgil's eyes. "It's ok, let him have another go. I don't mind" John smiles at Virgil, who gives a weak smile in return. Scott frowns "No, he's out, he missed three balls."

John shakes his head, "Scott it's only a game, we're not keeping score."

"Yeah!" declares Gordon before ducking behind John.

"Then what's the point." Scott asks. "If you babies aren't going to play properly then I'm going home." He scoops his prize bat off the ground and stomps off across the grass towards the path to the house.


Ooooh isn't Scotty a rotten sport... See it's not just Alan that was a grumpy teenager, you'd think poor Jeff would be used to it by the time Alan reached 14. Don't worry Scott's not that bad, and he gets his just deserts.

Next Chapter up soon. TBZ