This covers different ages but they are on the island the whole time so draw your own conclusions.

Disclaimer: This gets old real fast. (But of course, it's still not mine)

There were not many things that were certain in Jefferson Tracy's life. He ran an international rescue service with his five sons, so every day heralded a new challenge or a new situation, and it was never even a sure thing that they would all see the end of each day. It was a dangerous business. But there was one thing that he could count on, not that it ever did him any good, and that was his boys competing against eachother.

All of the boys had always had competitive natures. It helped them achieve their goals in life, put them ahead of the others in their group, but when they were all together on one relatively small island, their competitive natures became one major head ache for Jeff.

It had been worst when they had all just moved to the island. Unexplored terrain and endless chances for challenges had really fuelled the boys' imaginations. While he knew that they would never intentionally hurt eachother they couldn't always be counted on to think things out before they acted. Thinking of that always made one memory in particular surface in Jeff's mind.

They had only been on the island for a month and a half, and the boys were still finding plenty of things to sate their curiosity. Not always with good end results.

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Jeff had been sitting in the living room reading some reports when his middle child had come running in. Virgil looked like he had just run a marathon and didn't even register his father's presence, but continued running down the corridor...towards the medical bay. Jeff had enough experience to know that something had gone very wrong. He swiftly got up and followed his son, rounding the corner just in time to see that Virgil had indeed entered the medical room.

When he entered after him it was to find his son attempting to pull a hover stretcher out of a cupboard and talk on his mobile at the same time. Who he had called became apparent very quickly.

"Scott" Virgil was saying, "Quick! You have to come with me. Johnny fell out of a tree and I think he might be badly hurt, he said he can't get up" A pause which allowed Jeff to process this information and for the panic to set in, then "I'm in the medi-bay getting a stretcher. The tree is that really big palm we were looking at yesterday, remember, down by the beach? I've got the stretcher now" He had indeed succeeded in prising out the, admittedly heavy, piece of equipment, "Meet me outside, can you tell dad, call him or find him or something, just hurry"

The fact that Scott was hurrying was evident when Jeff could already hear footsteps making there way towards him. A call of "Dad!" announced his first-born's arrival. This call made Virgil spin around, almost dropping the stretcher, a look of equal relief and nervousness crossing his face. But right now Jeff didn't have time to deal with whatever had caused the accident, he needed to get to John.

He forestalled Scott by holding up his hand, grabbed the stretcher from Virgil and turned it on so it would hover along with him, then headed straight out the door. He could hear the two boys jogging along behind him. It was Scott who started questioning Virgil.

"Virg, you didn't leave Johnny on his own, did you?"

Virgil sounded slightly offended that he would suggest that, "Of course I didn't. Alan and Gordon are with him. It's just up here on the left" He added to his father, who was leading.

Upon reaching the scene, Jeff found his second born lying on the ground, his left leg stretched out at a not-so-natural angle, with his two younger brothers dutifully sitting beside him, apparently talking animatedly. Jeff was glad to see John notice them and lift his head slightly, though his face showed he was evidently in pain, at least he was lucid.

Quickly squatting down beside his son, having handed the stretcher to Scott to prepare, he gently took John's hand. "How are you, son?"

John smiled with some difficulty and looked up at his father, "I'm ok, dad, really. It's just my leg-I think it might be broken, but so long as I don't move it it doesn't hurt"

Jeff took another look at the leg, which Scott was also eyeing. The angle looked even worse from here, oh yeah, defiantly broken. "What about your head, son, did you hit it? Lose conciousness?"

He got a firm shack of said heads in return. "No, I didn't hit it, I landed on my feet. And I certainly didn't lose conciousness, not with these two around" He indicated the two youngest. Virgil charged them with keeping me awake when he went to get you and they haven't stopped talking since" He sent Virgil a mock glare but Virgil didn't smile.

He was getting an inflatable splint out of the compartment on the side of the stretcher for Scott to place on John's leg. The splint inflated rather like an armband for swimming and immobilised the limb. Jeff nodded in approval, no matter the situation he could always rely on Scott to take control.

His eldest then sent him a look that said very plainly, 'This is gonna hurt him' Jeff gently squeezed John's hand and received a smile in return. Which became a grimace as Scott quickly and efficiently slide the splint on, moving the leg as little as possible-but still moving it. However, as soon as the splint was inflated John let out a sigh of relief, the immobility taking away some of the pain.

"Right, he's good to go now" came Scott's voice, "How you doing there Johnny?"

"Oh, I'm great, Scott, just what I planned for the day" was John's rather sarcastic reply.

Twenty minutes later saw the whole family in the air. John had been strapped in, and Gordon and Alan continued talking to him as Jeff flew them towards the nearest hospital. Scott was co-piloting but after they levelled off he went to find Virgil, bringing him back to stand in the door way of the cock-pit, the farthest away from everyone you could get on a standard sized eight person jet. Jeff could still hear the conversation from the pilot's seat.

"Virg, what happened? You said John fell out of the tree? But what was he doing up there in the first place?" was the opening question.

The slight pause that followed told Jeff everything he needed to know. Now a veteran at this sort of thing, he didn't even need to turn around to know there was a guilty look plastered all over his middle son's face. The answer that came was tentative and quiet, but not quiet enough.

"I dared him to climb it"

"You did what?!" Scott had an accusatory tone to rival most parents, and it had the excellent effect of making people tell the whole story, which Scott apparently didn't feel Virgil was doing, "Out with it, Virg, what else?"

Virgil took a deep breath, "I dared him to climb it...blind folded"

For a moment even Scott was at a loss for words, though it didn't last long, "Virgil Tracy, of all the fool-hardy things you lot get up to. I don't know which is worse-you for suggesting it, or him for agreeing to it. That palm must be 70 feet high and you dared him to climb it blind folded? That was just asking for trouble. Some one could have got very badly injured, you're lucky Johnny only broke a leg"

"I know" came the very down trodden reply. That broke Scott, as Jeff knew it would. He might do plenty of giving out, but Scott couldn't bear to see any of his little brothers upset. This was no exception.

"Hey, come on Virg" he started, adopting a much gentler voice, "I don't want you beating yourself up about this. Yes, it wasn't advisable, but John shouldn't have agreed to it, God knows he's old enough to know better. And it didn't turn out so bad, John will be ok, you know that, right?"

Virgil must have nodded cause a second later Scott was back in his position as co-pilot, looking satisfied. Jeff couldn't suppress a grin, despite the situation.

A further two hours later, Jeff cradled the hot cup of coffee in both hands. He had been speaking to John's doctor, who had assured him his son would be just fine, and had then gone in search of a much needed caffeine boast, assured that the boys would be ok in John's room. He was now making his way back through the maze of corridors.

He was just approaching the suite where the private rooms were located when he heard shouts coming from an adjacent passage. Going to investigate he found his three youngest, who had somehow managed to acquire a wheelchair each, racing eachother up and down the long corridor, laughing loudly all the way.

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Jeff was recalled to the present by more laughing, coming from the games room. Sighing he decided he had best investigate, just t be sure.

Stopping at the door he found all five boys engrossed in a game of cards. This was surprising to say the least. Adrenaline junkies as all his sons were, cards were not something that could usually amuse them for long...wait, were they poker chips?

A/N: Not as full of jokes as usual, but this just demanded to be written-and I mean demanded-it is now one in the morning and I just wrote this whole thing in one go. Now that it is that long, but it's been ages since I updated so maybe you'll enjoy this.

Please leave a comment and if you have any ideas, I'm fresh out.