John lounged back on the chair in the space elevator, he was relaxed but his heart was still thudding anxiously after Alan's mission. The young astronaut was brave but he was still only a child in the brother's eyes and sending him on almost a suicide mission had never been John's intention, besides it was only space clean up which Alan was used to however much of a chore it was, and almost 99% of the time the job was safe. The elevator clicked as it made contact with its launch bay on the island and John walked out, he pushed the return button and made a beeline for the bedrooms to change before going to find his youngest brother who at this time of day would probably be asleep in his room despite it being 3 pm.

"Al? You awake?"

Alan sat up on his bed, which was unusual for him, "yep, hiya John."

"You ok?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

John sighed, "good."

"What has Scott said?"

"Scott? He's not home yet," John closed the door behind him, "I just wanted to check you were ok, I mean, you stared death in the face today."

"And told him, not today!"

John scowled, "that's not funny, you were going to type in the wrong number."

"And you went along with it, you didn't exactly say no."

"I know, which is why I feel so guilty. If you had pressed 7 I wouldn't have a little brother right now."

"I might have survived."

"We can't afford might-haves."

"I'll just blame Parker for not getting that number sooner."

John cracked a grin, "thank him more like. If he hadn't decided to use Sherbet as a distraction, he and Penelope would have never had retrieved the number."

"Noted," Alan turned back to his game, "please don't send Scott in here when he gets back," at that moment Scott burst through the door, "too late."

"You sounded tired on the line, are you ok?"

Alan facepalmed, "here we go."

"I'll leave you two to catch up," John slunk out of the room as Scott smiled at him before turning to Alan.

Scott gave Alan a quick hug, "are you ok?"

"I'm fine Scott, I told you on the mission, nothing went wrong."

"That's not what Penelope told me, she said you were very close to getting the number wrong and called you impatient."

"Wrong brother, you're thinking of Virgil, not me," Scott smirked as he sat back on the bed, "did you call in the GDF about that space mine?"

Alan nodded, "of course and they've gone to take care of it, don't worry about it," the sound of the piano drifted down the corridor, "how did your mission go?"

"It's stressed Virgil out, hence the piano, but he'll be ok."

"Cool."

"You coming to get dinner?"

"Sure, I'll be there in a bit."

Scott ruffled his hair, "FAB. Well done today."

"Thanks, Scott," Alan watched him leave then shook his head, all Scott did was worry and without their Dad being around Alan sensed the eldest brother's worry would just get worse.