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The next few hours proved quiet. Once he saw that Gordon was taken care of, Scott went up stairs to find John and Alan in front of the computer. He stood in the doorway and listened as John explained something to Alan.

"So you're investigating the people that were rescued?" Alan asked John.

"In a way. I'm finding out if anyone comes from another country," John answered. "It's slow, but since the database search hasn't kicked anything out yet, it's something. But I'm keeping a close eye on the database searches anyway."

Scott then came into the room and went to stand behind his two brothers. Both John and Alan heard him come in and looked.

"What's going on in here?" Scott asked.

John briefly answered, then asked, "Gordon and Dad?"

"Downstairs. Kyrano brought breakfast down to us. Tell me you've both already eaten, please."

"We have," Alan affirmed. "Onaha made us something a little while ago."

"Good," Scott sighed. "I didn't want to have to fight you both on that."

Once Scott had seen that both John and Alan were doing alright, he went upstairs to freshen up and change clothes. Then he went back into the infirmary so Jeff could do the same. And Scott had managed to convince Gordon to do just that as well when Jeff returned, both promising to stay with Virgil while he was upstairs.

It was a long, quiet day for the Tracys. Scott and Jeff took turns floating between the infirmary and the command area while Gordon stayed with Virgil and Alan stayed with John.

"Dinner!" Onaha called from the doorway to the command area.

Alan, who'd gone to lying on the sofa, stood, while John didn't seem to have heard. Then Alan saw that his brother was concentrating on something, switching screens every so often.

"John?"

"Working on something," John answered distractedly.

"Dinner?" Alan asked.

John shook his head. "Don't want to lose my train of thought."

Alan only turned to look at Onaha, who offered, "I'll bring something in for you both."

"That'll be good," Alan replied.

Scott was still in the infirmary with Gordon, Virgil and Jeff when dinnertime came around. Gordon was sitting on his bed, holding onto Virgil's hand. Jeff was in his chair, holding onto Virgil's other hand. Scott was standing by the foot of Virgil's bed.

"Would you both please go up for some dinner?" Jeff asked when he saw it was dinnertime. "Eat with John and Alan."

"I don't want to leave," Gordon replied.

"Please," Jeff pleaded. "Only for a little while. I'm not going anywhere."

But Gordon just shook his head, and Jeff opted to relent. It wasn't worth getting into an argument over. So he just looked at Scott.

"I'll go up and make sure the two eat something," Scott offered. "Then ask Onaha or Kyrano to bring something down for us."

Jeff nodded. "Thank you, Scott."

But when Scott went upstairs, he was almost surprised to see that the kitchen was devoid of people. So he went into command where he saw Alan sitting next to John, and both had plates in front of them.

"What's going on?" he asked as he came in.

"John's concentrating on something," Alan answered.

"What?" Scott asked curiously.

"Not sure," Alan asked. "He's been so busy on what he's working on. He's been at it all day, though he did manage a nap earlier in the afternoon for a couple hours. I'm just keeping an eye on the database searches, but so far, nothing new there."

"Has he even touched his dinner?" Scott asked.

"Yes," John answered for himself. "Onaha just brought it in a few minutes ago. And Alan also got some sleep in as well."

"So, what are you working on?" Scott asked, a hand on John's shoulder.

"I'm trying to find out where the rescued people came from…if any of them came from a foreign country. It isn't easy, since most of those records are locked. I just don't know why I didn't think of this before."

"Because the database should've been enough," Scott said, knowing just how much responsibility John was placing on himself.

"I just hope something kicks out soon," John sighed.

"I do too," Scott replied. "Now, eat your dinner! Or I'll be finding a way to paint Five orange!"

"You wouldn't dare…" John began with a slight smile, but stopped when he saw Scott's face. "You would, wouldn't you?"

"Damn right I would."

"Can I help?" Alan asked, perking up a bit.

"Of course," Scott replied with a small grin, mussing the younger blond's hair.

Alan swatted Scott's hand away, then scowled up at his oldest brother.

"What about you, Dad and Gordon?" Alan asked.

"I'm going to look for Onaha or Kyrano and ask if they'll bring something down. Gordon's refusing to leave, though we did get him out for a little while before."

Both nodded in understanding, then Scott left. He soon found Kyrano, who informed him that he was bringing some dinner down to the infirmary. After offering his thanks, Scott went down to report to his father and Gordon.

"Nothing yet?" Gordon asked with a frown when Scott told them about John and Alan.

"Not yet," Scott answered. "But they're both still working hard."

"Not too hard, I hope," Jeff said, glancing over at Scott.

"They both had dinner in front of them when I got there. And they both managed naps earlier too. Both know just how important all this is, but they know that they have to take care of themselves to think properly too."

Jeff nodded, and soon they were eating dinner. A little later, Jeff went upstairs to check in with his two sons in the command area, and found John still at work, alone.

"Where's Alan?" Jeff asked after he'd gotten John's attention.

"Tin-Tin got him out for a little while, for a walk," John answered.

"I want you away from that computer for a few minutes," Jeff said.

John only shook his head. "I'm still working on something."

"John, give me ten minutes. That's all I'm asking for."

"Alright," John sighed. He knew his father had a point, he could feel just how tense he was.

"Good," Jeff said, a small amount of relief in his voice.

John stood, then followed his father out onto the patio. They walked around a trail near the house so they could see where they were going.

"I take it Scott's with Gordon and Virgil," John guessed, knowing his father wasn't keen on leaving Gordon alone now.

Jeff nodded. "Yeah. Gordon does seem to be feeling a little better. He still has hope that something will happen and we'll get a treatment for Virgil. He really seems hopeful for this new approach you're trying."

"Like I told Scott, I don't know why I didn't think of it earlier."

"John, stop taking so much responsibility for all of this."

"Can't help it. I take it Brains hasn't found much either."

"No," Jeff sighed. "And it's frustrating him too. But he's been checking on Virgil every so often, and said we may have gained a little more time. Virgil's fever has lowered to a point where he isn't concerned for any further seizures."

"Dad, as much as I don't like it, this coma may not be such a bad thing."

"What do you mean?"

"He's staying calm…his body isn't stressed…"

"Brains mentioned that too, though I wouldn't share that idea with Gordon right now."

"I wouldn't share that idea with anyone but you."

Once John's ten minutes were up, he led the way back. He went back to command while Jeff went back to the infirmary. In the command area, he found Alan in front of the computer with Tin-Tin on the sofa.

"Where were you?" Alan asked. "I was surprised to come back to an empty room."

"Dad dragged me out for a little while," John answered, sitting in his chair.

That night found Gordon asleep on the bed with Jeff still in his chair while Scott reluctantly went up into his own room. Alan was asleep on one sofa. And just before John crashed onto the other sofa, he started a new search program.