A/N: If you're wondering where this one came from, my cousin thought of the idea (I've been hanging out with some family for the summer, and when I told her about this, she gave me a few ideas) She's not a writer herself, but she frequents AO3, I know that much. I don't own the Thunderbirds, they're property of the Andersons and iTV Studios.
It had been a long day for Virgil and Gordon. A long while back, it was decided that Module 4 would have a pod in it at all times, if necessary. Today was one of those times. On the way back, Gordon commented, "You never did apologize for that whole 'hard work' thing." Virgil rolled his eyes. "What? You ended up getting me back, anyway." Gordon shrugged. "I always serve time for my pranks. You get off scot-free no matter what." Virgil looked at him. "No I don't." But Gordon was having none of it. "Like hell you don't! Like today! I broke so many protocols to save your smelly, stiff ass and I didn't get any thanks for it!" Virgil glared at him. "OK, fine, I'll give you that one. I thank you for deciding a brother's life is more important than stupid protocols and carrying my 'smelly, stiff ass' back to Thunderbird 2. Happy?" Gordon relaxed a little, but then Virgil called Scott. In his quietest voice possible, he said, "Gordon broke protocol to save my quote: 'smelly, stiff ass' today. You gonna yell at him?" But he hadn't counted on Gordon having super hearing from being so antsy. "SCREW YOU, VIRGIL!" he bellowed as he leapt out of his seat and attempted to tackle Virgil to the ground. Of course, this was an absolutely horrible idea in retrospect, but Gordon was acting on instinct. Virgil quickly got up, and charged at his younger brother, and soon the two were engaged in an all-out brawl.
Up in Thunderbird 5, John had been tracking Thunderbird 2's flight pattern, making sure that if anything happened, the big green flying machine would still make it. Which is why he was very startled when EOS reported, "Thunderbird 2 has experienced a massive change in its angle of attack." John whirled around. "Which direction?" EOS replied, "Look at your model now." John did so, and was horrified when he saw that Thunderbird 2 had dipped sharply. He called Scott. "Scott, get in Thunderbird 1. I don't know what the hell happened, but Thunderbird 2 is now pointed at a downward angle of around 30 degrees." Scott stared. "Dammit. The comms shut off about a minute ago, but last I heard, Gordon was about to tackle Virgil. I think they've turned off the autopilot. Tell me if anything changes." John nodded. "FAB." With that, Scott started the launch sequence, and was soon on an intercept course with Thunderbird 2. He then decided he was rather grateful that Virgil had decided to fly a little higher than he usually did.
Eventually, Scott reached Thunderbird 2, and saw that John was correct. It was diving. His first instinct was to slave Thunderbird 2's controls to Thunderbird 1. But when he tried, no luck. "Well, nothing a heavy duty magnetic grapple can't fix!" With that, he lined up the shot, and fired, getting a solid lock first try. "Perfect. Now to bring them home." With that, he turned Thunderbird 1 around, and kicked on the main engines, keeping the VTOLs at max thrust. He was not letting them lose Thunderbird 2 because Gordon had started a fight with Virgil.
In the cockpit, Gordon was groaning. "Ow… bad idea." Virgil was moaning too. "Horrible. Also, is it just me, or did we pick up speed?" Gordon realized Virgil was right, they were going faster than usual. Then he pointed out the cockpit window. When Virgil dragged them both into their seats, they saw Scott above them, with Thunderbird 1 straining to keep Thunderbird 2 from falling into the ocean. Virgil shrugged, and called him. "Hey, Scott? What's with the tow?" Scott replied, "When you two get back, you guys are grounded for the next two weeks. Didn't dad say no fighting in the cockpit? Save it for when you get back on solid ground!" Virgil groaned. "Not my fault Gordon tried to tackle me!" Gordon responded, "Well, then you charged at me!" The shouting match began again, and Scott facepalmed. It was going to be a long night.
A/N: Well, what do you think? Who was in the right? Why? Review with an answer.
