This refers to a scene in LCM25's brilliant IR origins fic Lost. In which Gordon reveals to John that he's found out that Scott got busted for sexual relations during his first week of air force training. Who with? Virgil's girlfriend Chelsea. If you want to read the fic (and I highly recommend you do) then here's the link: s/13669860/1/Lost

Gordon never used his blackmail material in Lost but it was too good to let it go...

Gordon was in trouble, and he knew it. He wasn't sure how things had got so out of hand. It's not like he had meant to… Okay he had meant to but he just didn't know how it had snowballed so much.

The problem he thought as he tore through the villa was that John's rotation had been extended so long. So, it wasn't really his fault at all. If anything, he could blame Alan for first getting a concussion and then and infection which kept John up on Five for an extra month.

Gordon skidded into the kitchen and yanked open the door to the fridge. He pulled out John's favourite ice cream and hastily threw the tub away. It only contained a note saying 'haha, better luck next time.' Gordon had finished it weeks ago and left the surprise for the second eldest.

Now, what else had he done?

He'd removed the colourant from John's laundry detergent, replaced the book sleeves to their rightful books, taken the black rings off the telescope eye piece, reset John's playlist so it didn't play Gangnam Style on repeat…

What else had he done?

"GORDON!"

Oh no.

Gordon ran and not towards the pool – that would be too obvious. Instead, he made for the Island's running track. He knew he could always jump off half way round and swim home if John caught up to him.

Gordon liked to leave little surprises for John when he was away. It was only ever something small, something easily found. John had even remarked once that he couldn't relax at home until he'd found whatever it was that Gordon had left for him, otherwise he was constantly on edge looking for it. But John had been away so long and Gordon kept having these little ideas. He hadn't realised how many he'd put into effect until John had appeared from his shower, covered in glitter shaking a pyjama shirt that was too sizes too small for him that Gordon realised just how monumentally he'd screwed up this time.

To compound it all it hadn't been an easy landing for John. This was the longest he'd spent in space at one time and the transition back to natural gravity had really hit him hard. Scott had had to help him from Three back to the villa before John felt able to walk on his own.

Instead of getting a relaxing shower he'd gotten a glitter bomb, shrunken pyjamas and a plastic (but very realistic) snake in the bed.

Gordon caught sight of his blonde brother and put on an extra turn of speed. John looked like a (glittery) thundercloud as he stalked down the back steps of the villa. Gordon did the only thing he could think of. He hid.

A moment later Scott emerged from the house.

"John, calm down."

"Calm down! Have you seen the state of my room! Everything, Scott, everything is covered in silly string!"

Gordon winced. He'd forgotten about that one.

"My shower has been ruined, my clothes beyond repair and to top it all off I feel like hell! Have you ever been sick whilst covered in glitter, Scott? Because I have and I'm going to kill the little shit for it."

"I'll sort it. John, I promise. Go use my shower and get some sleep in my room."

"I don't want your room I want my room, with my things, preferably not covered in crap."

"I know, I know" Scott soothed taking John by the arm and gently turning him back to the house. John stumbled and gasped in pain, a hand flying to his head. "Come on spaceman, you can grill the fish later. Right now, you need sleep."

Gordon let out a shaky breath as the two disappeared. He waited two full minutes before moving, all the while his mind racing to remember what else he'd set up for John.

Suddenly it struck him. John's work station! He'd rearranged it. Nothing was lost or missing but everything was just slightly in the wrong place. He'd swapped the contents of the drawers round and moved the tool caddy from the left to the right of the desk.

He sprinted for the hanger.

Four hours later and Gordon was slumped by the pool absolutely exhausted but feeling good. He'd undone everything he'd set up for John and then completely cleaned John's room. That last part had been suggested by Scott in the same way breathing was a suggestion for staying alive. Gordon heartily agreed with both. John's room was spotless.

"Have you learnt your lesson, Gordon?" Scott came and sat by his younger brother, dangling his legs in the water next to Gordon's.

"Let gravity sick astronauts lie? Yeah. One prank at a time for John."

"He's gong to retaliate" Scott said sounding smug. "You know that right?"

"Yeah." Gordon sighed. The problem with John was that he held a grudge and could, when he wanted, be quite spiteful. Whatever was coming Gordon's way was likely to be humiliating to say the least. It also might not arrive for the next six months, so he'd have to be constantly on his guard.

Scott nodded to Virgil as he walked past, lemonade and book in hand, and claimed his favourite swing seat.

"John's up" he said before settling himself.

Gordon took a deep breath. He could see John shuffling round the kitchen. It was probably better to get this over with, he reflected. He glanced again through the large window in time to see John reaching up to one of the higher cupboards. It looked like he was going to make a hot chocolate. It was always his comfort drink when he was feeling bad.

Gordon's stomach suddenly dropped. He'd missed something. The hot chocolate can had a popping cap in it. John probably still had a headache. On cue the concussive pop was followed by a yelp and then a clatter as the hot chocolate powder was dropped.

Frantically he turned to Scott.

"Say you did it! Please! Tell him you'd done it to prank Virgil."

"Why on earth would I put myself in John's firing line?" Scott laughed.

"Please! He might actually kill me this time."

"And you'd deserve it" Scott replied unsympathetically.

"GORDON!" Came from roar from the house.

Okay thought Gordon desperate times called for desperate measures and I have been saving this, just in case.

He lowered his voice so only Scott could hear him.

"Say it was you or I will tell Virgil about Chelsea and your conduct in the barracks."

Scott's eyes went wide. His hand flew forwards fisting in Gordon's shirt.

"How did you know about that?" he hissed angrily.

"It doesn't matter. Tell John the popping cap was you and Virgil never need know."

Scott smiled. It was a nasty smile that creased his face in all the wrong ways.

"Virgil" Scott called in his sweetest voice. Gordon gulped. He was about to have two pissed of brothers to deal with.

"Yes, Scott?"

"Gordon here is threatening to tell you something he really, really, shouldn't know." Scott's hand had tightened on each 'really.'

"What's that, Scott?" Virgil said warily.

"Would you like to do the honours, Gordon?"

"No" he squeaked. "I'm fine." Suddenly Scott was far scarier than John could ever be.

"I think you should." Scott's voice was low and dangerous.

"Well, um Virgil, I was just saying to Scott about a certain, uh, charge Scott had received when he first joined the air force."

Virgil put down his book and leant forwards.

"Oh yeah?" he said. His voice and face betrayed nothing.

"Yeah" Gordon's voice jumped an octave as his eldest brother narrowed his eyes. "Yeah, it, um, concerned your old girlfriend? Chelsea?"

"Oh" Virgil's face darkened. "That."

Gordon looked between Scott and Virgil. Virgil shot a filthy look towards Scott and Scott suddenly looked embarrassed and guilty as hell. Gordon's head swivelled between the two of them.

"No" he said as the penny dropped. He turned to Virgil, "you knew?"

"Yes" Virgil bit out, "and we've worked through it."

It doesn't sound like it thought Gordon. From inside the house Gordon could hear John stomping about. He only had moments here.

"Remember Scott's first bout of leave where he returned from manoeuvres with a cracked zygomatic and a split lip?" Virgil asked.

"Yeah?" He remembered it well. Scott had looked like he'd been hit in the face with a sledgehammer but had said he couldn't talk about it due to it happening whilst training.

"No" was all Virgil said before picking up his book and pointedly going back to it.

Gordon turned back to Scott and flinched at his expression.

"Well, little brother. Now you have John to deal with and me as well. Virgil and I are past the whole Chelsea thing – unless someone brings it up. JOHN!" he suddenly shouted making Gordon jump. "He's out here!"

Gordon made to push himself off the side and into the pool but Scott's grip was too strong. Instead, he found himself pulled to his feet and frog marched back into the house.

Scott hauled him up on front of John (who still had a light dusting of coco powder coating him) and forced him to stand.

"All yours" was all Scott said before turning smartly on his heel and heading back outside. Gordon jumped again as Scott slammed the door.

"You and I are going to talk, little brother" John seethed. "And I don't think you're going to like it."

Gordon gulped.

No, he thought. No, I'm really not.