Disclaimer: I don't own Thunderbirds.

Characters: Gordon. Rating: K. Warnings: None

Drabble challenge from nourelle-tracy: "You deserve everything you got".

Gordon was a prankster. A master of strategy, because there was no way around four brothers, a sister, and an eagle-eyed grandmother without a particular disposition for strategy, and this latest plan?

Well, in theory, it was foolproof. In theory, there should be approximately two squawking brothers dangling from a cargo net after their little dalliance into the jungle for a nice hike. In theory, Gordon would be laughing and taking some photographs from a nice, safe, distance, before tearing back to the house ahead of two irate brothers.

Clearly, there was one fool on this island, and his name was Gordon Tracy.

There was only one squawking brother in the net. There were two brothers laughing and taking photographs. Somewhere along the way, he'd been outsmarted.

This was not the first time this week he'd ended up on the receiving end of one of his own pranks. It wasn't even the second. John had been bribed with a month's worth of his favourite chocolate - expensive, because John liked to be a nuisance on Gordon's poor wallet when he bought favours - and had sworn that EOS was likewise keeping her processors to herself.

Gordon was still somewhat suspicious of the AI, having been on the receiving end of her own pranking streak - if anyone thought John was as straight-laced as he acted, they needed to take a good look at that coded daughter he'd created, because it was definitely a case of like creator, like creation going on there - but no amount of chocolate bribing was going to keep John sweet if he pushed on that, so he'd had to suck it up and let it go.

The other likely candidate was Kayo, but he'd barely seen her all week, so the chances were reasonably slim that she'd been successfully spying on him while doing actual spy missions elsewhere.

All of this meant someone was spying on him and somehow managing to sabotage everything. Every single time. His shower had ended up the one with the nice green hair dye he'd thoughtfully installed in Virgil's, the newsletters about girl's fashion he'd stuck Alan's details on had all come his way, and the little wad of tissue moulded to the inside of Scott's running shoes had ended up in his sneakers.

And now? Now he was stuck in a cargo net, watching Scott and Alan laugh at him from the ground, because it had moved and his planned evasion had dumped him straight in it.

So yes, he was sulking. A little.

"You deserve everything you got," Scott told him, an entirely too smug grin on his face. "Maybe this will teach you not to eat all the apple pie."

Gordon whimpered, but big brother was brutal, turning his back and steering Alan away with a cocky swagger in his step.

Maybe that pie had been a miscalculation. Why had he forgotten Scott was a master strategist, too?

So technically this was an angst prompt, but my muse saw it and relocated it as fluff, so oops. But who doesn't love brothers being brothers?

Thanks for reading!
Tsari