The screaming alarm

After 10 minutes, Scott appeared from his own bathroom, rubbing his hair with a towel and humming once more. He had dressed in this favourite outfit, a simple yet sophisticated look of olive green trousers and a pale blue t-shirt which would soon be covered by a matching baby blue checkered waist coat. He looked back in the mirror to see his eyes had returned to their normal colour and swept back his hair into his trade mark look. Out of all the 5 Tracy brothers, Scott was the one who had to be looking his best. He started to walk back over to the balcony door, when a familiar scream bellowed down the hall, through his room and into his hung over head,

"GORDON! YOU LITTLE..! COME BACK HERE!",

The 21 year olds voice screeched throughout the villa, almost forcing Scott to cover his ears and close his eyes tight. Then the faint sound of footsteps, at a running pace, sped past underneath Scott's bedroom door. He ran over, launching himself over his carefully made bed to open his door, only in time to catch a very wet Alan by the scruff of his t-shirt. Both he and Alan looked down the corridor to see a laughing Gordon zoom around the corner. Scott, in full awareness knew that Alan's scream had woken the whole house, and pushed him into his room. Scott slammed Alan onto his bed and locked the door, with a quickly reacting Alan trying to get back out. Once more Scott was just that little bit quicker, and grabbed Alan by the shoulder and threw him onto his bed again.

"ALAN!, what the hell! Do you know what time it is?

Scott demanded looking at his youngest brother, holding out his hand pointing to the clock. It was only now that Alan had got his breathe back, and tried his hardest not to look at Scott,

"I am fully aware of the time thank you professor, NOW LET ME OUT! I need to kick that little shit's butt! That arsehole I call my brother, woke me up with an effing water balloon!"

Scott was appalled at his baby brother's language, but he himself was now too annoyed to question it. He stood with his back to the door and finally pulled his arm to his side, whilst holding back all his anger for not only Alan most likely waking dad and everyone else up, but also Gordon for pulling one of his pranks. Scott finally said as calmly as he could,

"Allie, what happened? You're soaking wet! You must of done something to upset Gordon?"

Alan dropped his mouth in disbelief; he couldn't believe what he had just been asked.

"SCOTT! did you just not hear what I said? He woke me up with a water balloon! You act as though this is my fault! Gordon is in the wrong here! Not me!"

Alan was clearly now very upset, he had crossed his arms and started his pouting, rather hoping Scott would let him out and let him kill Gordon for breakfast. Scott realized how wet Alan was making his bed, so keeping a cool head he walked over to the bathroom to fetch Alan a towel. He had been gone no more than 5 seconds when he jogged back into his bedroom to find nothing more than a wet patch on his bed and an open door.

"Gordon, I hope you have found a good hiding place",

Scott said to himself whilst dropping the towel, and for the second time that morning jumped over his bed, out onto the corridor. Scott halted himself when he almost ran into a very angry man.

"Morning dad, how are you?" Scott knew he wouldn't get an answer and even with the weak smile he was forcing, he wasn't going to get out of this easily. Jeff's eldest son had almost landed on him, and when he heard all the commotion had started marching to his youngest son's bedroom, only to find neither of them there.

"SCOTT! What the hell is going on?" Scott wasn't sure how to answer, anything he said could have landed him in trouble too. The quick thinking pilot, simple said probably the most common words used in the house,

"Gordon and Alan, Dad".

With a look of determination on Jeff's face, he was a man on a mission, continuing his march to the lounge, where he heard the footsteps fade off early. When Scott was by himself in the corridor, he had a choice, follow his clearly pissed off dad, or go and wake John up to help him in the war that was about to commence. The 26 year old thought for no more than a second, when he decided on following his father down toward the lounge. At the end of the empty corridor he jumped the few steps down toward the deserted living area, and decided on his next move.