"And what is that?"

"Transmitter, if we didn't have that, we wouldn't get any calls."

"Ooh disable it, we could do with a break," Alan grinned which only earned him a glare from John, "I'm joking gingerbread."

"Don't call me that, you're not Gordon."

"So," Alan stretched back in the zero gravity, "what do you want me to do exactly?"

"Just help with space duties."

"I'm not dealing with the toilet."

"I'm not asking you to, EOS does that. It's all automated. We need to get rid of the old rescue logs, they're clogging up space."

"And what are you going to do?" Alan made for the door out of the hub.

"What I usually do, monitor the Earth and categorise what calls are important or not, have fun," he grinned and Alan pouted, "oh come on, reliving memories can be fun, especially the prank calls."

Alan sighed, "alright then, see you in about an hour."

"It'll take you longer than that, and make sure none of them are new."

"FAB."

John chuckled as the door closed and he turned back to the globe, he zoomed in on a tidal wave and opened a channel with the island, "hey guys, we have a possible situation."

"Alan causing trouble is he?" Scott smirked.

"Ha-ha. No, I've just been alerted to a tidal wave out in the Indian Ocean, put Gordon on standby."

Gordon nodded, "I'm on my way down John. Thunderbird 4 out."

"Do you need a lift, Gordon?" Virgil asked as the aquanuat ran up the steps.

"Not yet Virg, I'll call if it starts to get ugly."

"FAB."
Scott smirked as Virgil turned back to his sketch, "what have you got Alan doing exactly John?"

"Going through the old logs, they need clearing. It takes ages."

"Good."

"Why is he doing this again?" Virgil frowned as he lowered the sketch pad onto his knees.

"It's punishment for jamming one of his astroboards into the docking tunnel," John smiled, "it's very quiet today."

"Hmm, it's a relief from the week we've just had," Scott sighed, "out every day."

"Yeah, I know, I was the one taking the calls."

"You're lucky your missions are always in space."

"Not always as you know."

Alan floated into the room, "John, this is taking too long."

"It's only what you deserve," Scott scolded and Alan yelped.

"Scott!"

"Yep, that's me, and if you're about to complain maybe you should think about why we had to fix the docking tube for you."

"Urghhh!" Alan groaned, "it was an accident, you've got to believe me!"

"And I do believe you, but you're still going to sort out those backlogs," Scott crossed his arms.

"Dad wouldn't make me do this."

"Yes he would, and as acting dad, get on with it," Scott's eyes narrowed and even in hologram form, Alan backed off slightly.

"FAB."

John smirked, "nicely handled."

Scott shrugged, "I'm used to it."

"Hey guys, I need a pickup, the wave has settled," Gordon appeared from his portrait.

"On my way," Virgil ran over to his chute and disappeared down to Thunderbird 2.

A couple of hours passed and Alan returned into the hub again, he yawned and John smiled at him.

"Done?"

"Yes, finally."

"Ok then, you're free to go down to the house now."

"Thanks."

"Don't fly into the tube again though, or I will make you do the sewage work next time."

Alan nodded, "I promise."

"Thanks for the help, little brother."

"You're welcome," Alan smiled then left the airlock to return to Thunderbird 3, "Thunderbird 3, is go!"