Disclaimer: I don't own Thunderbirds.

Characters: Gordon, Scott, Detective Boys (DCMK). Rating: T. Warnings: Guns, Blood

Drabble challenge from anonymous: "Goddamn it, kid, don't you ever listen? Stay still, let me stop the bleeding, okay?" with Scott and Gordon.

Another crossover - not so stealth this time, but it's the same universe as chapter 3 "MIA", just rather later on in events!

That was a gunshot.

That was a gunshot that was coming from the place he'd agreed to meet 'the kids', aka his apparently shrunken brother and the rest of the 'physically seven because some drug screwed us over' gang.

Even if Gordon didn't know they had some dangerous people a little too interested in them, he'd be panicking because Tracy Luck was just Like That.

Around him, the other people on the street were looking around cautiously, attention caught by the gunshot but with too much self-preservation to investigate. Gordon, on the other hand, had lost the majority of his self-preservation streak years ago and hurtled down the sidewalk, dodging around people that didn't get out of his way fast enough.

The first thing he saw was the sprawled form of an adult man, clearly unconscious. He double-checked, just to be sure, and kicked the gun until it was out of reach - and sight - in case he woke up and decided to fire again.

"Gordon-nii-san!"

And those were the kids. He did a quick headcount - one, two, three… Those were the normal kids. The not-actually-shrunk elementary school kids. They looked terrified.

Where were the others?

"Hey guys," he said, switching to Japanese. "What-"

"He was acting really bizarre, then he pulled out a gun and-and-" The girl broke off with a sob and pointed.

Gordon was moving before he finished following with his eyes, hurrying over to the other three kids she'd pointed to. The boy-who-was-actually-a-teen was talking on his phone in rapid-fire Japanese. The girl-who-was-actually-a-woman was hissing violently in English, on her knees with red hands pressed against an arm.

That arm belonged to the boy-who-was-actually-his-big-brother, and Scott was wincing even as he tried to drag himself to his feet.

"Scott, you need to stay still," the shrunk woman was insisting. Gordon crouched beside her and gently but firmly took over.

Blue eyes snapped to him, wide in the way young children's just were. "Gordon-"

"Goddamn it kid, don't you ever listen?" he interrupted, catching Scott's arm as he tried to pull it back. "Stay still, let me stop the bleeding, okay?"

It wasn't a bad wound, thankfully. A graze rather than a direct hit, but enough to panic Gordon and make him curse their whole situation. The other not-actually-kids knew who he and Scott really were, and the three actually-kids didn't know enough English to understand anything he might say, but he couldn't risk anyone else getting too close to hear.

As far as the rest of the world were concerned, Gordon Tracy only knew Scott Carpenter because he'd given his school a talk on sports careers. If the truth got out…

Well, for now all he could do was try and stop the bleeding while they waited for an ambulance, but this just cemented his decision. Whether his big-turned-little brother liked it or not, he wasn't leaving Japan without Scott.

At this point, if you don't recognise what's going on I'm just going to assume you don't know the other fandom, which is fair enough. Honestly, I don't expect anyone to! It's Detective Conan, a manga about a teenage detective who got caught up in some Mafia stuff and assassinated, except the assassination failed and he got turned into a kid instead!

Also, I refuse to believe John is the only Tracy who speaks more than one language. Don't ask me why I picked Gordon and Japanese, I don't know, but it works for this fic.

Thanks for reading!
Tsari