"So Alan, has your dream has been fulfilled?" Scott chuckled as he watched Alan scroll through his photos of Halle's comet.

"You could say that," Alan grinned, "wasn't it amazing!"

"Yeah, I have to agree."

"I can't believe you're not showing more enthusiasm, we weren't born when it passed by the Earth last time and we won't be here when it goes past again, and we got to see it not to mention land on it!"

"Alright Alan, it's an experience I'll never forget for sure. Sorry, my mind is full of Lemaire and how much I wanted to hit that guy."

Alan rolled his eyes, "he wasn't that bad."

"You were safe in Thunderbird 3, he was that bad," Scott sat down on the sofa opposite, "I swear the next time I see him, I'm saying something."

"Like what?" Alan put down his tablet.

"Don't go to extreme lengths for fame, who actually watches his posts?"

"Want me to check?"

Scott laughed, "yes, go on then."

"Hey, cool, we're in the latest one, did he film you?"

"Urgh yes, but I turned his camera off before the main rescue. What does it say?"

Alan laughed loudly, "he calls you selfish for cutting his video and destroying his feed. That's the title of the video."

Scott walked over and grabbed the tablet, "I don't believe this," he read the post under the video, "thanks a lot to International Rescue for destroying my space cruiser which was made of the finest French mahogany bla bla bla. Well, he's more than welcome."

Virgil walked in drying his hair from a swim and smiled at them, "what's going on?"

"Reading Lemaire's review of us."

"Le who?"

"Francois Lemaire, Parisian who made his fortune in London and now travels the world and beyond for fame and, writing was it?"

Alan nodded, "his biographer is his wife."

"Poor woman."

Virgil laughed, "sounds like fun."

"Yeah, it wasn't," Scott sighed, "I've met him before I think, a while back. Gordon saved him from the Mariana Trench."

"Oh yeah I remember, Gordon came back into the cockpit swearing like a trooper, I had to make sure my comms were turned off in case Grandma heard him," Virgil pulled his shirt on over his bare chest, "where was he this time?"

"Halle's comet!" Alan squeaked.

"Did you take pictures?" Virgil asked.

"Of course I did, here," Alan passed the tablet to Virgil who scrolled through grinning, "these are amazing Alan, well done."

"Thanks."

"I wish I could have seen it in person, I might still be alive in seventy-five years but who knows in our business."

Scott frowned, "don't talk about death Virgil, you know how much I hate you talking about it."

"Sorry. Alan, is this you standing on it?"

"Yeah. I couldn't resist taking a selfie, even though I have no-one to share it with," Alan chuckled.

"How was the mission anyway? Hard?" Virgil gave the tablet back and stretched back on the couch.

"Space jumping, saving idiots and arguing with idiots. I think that sums it up," Scott said wearily, "I did try to fix their ship but the propulsion had gone, there was nothing I could have done."

"I probably could have done something," Virgil murmured.

"When was the last time you volunteered to go on a space mission?" Scott grinned, "I would love your engineer skills when I'm faced with those challenges."

"I don't like floating, I can tolerate it, but not for long."

Alan smiled, "you're just like Gordon, he hates zero-g. That's why he won't step foot in Thunderbird 5 until John has it engaged."

"I don't know why John just doesn't spend all his time floating? He always moans about being on earth because he can't float."

"Never mind," Scott smiled, "each one of us is different."

"Do you actually believe that?" Virgil laughed, "it's hard to be very different when we're constantly around each other. We all play the same instruments because we get so bored."

"Mum taught us too," Alan smiled, "except for John who decided to learn the cello, can he still play?"

Virgil shrugged, "he keeps it in his room and he's hardly down here so I'd say he's slowly forgetting."

John called down at that moment, "hi guys, I just thought you should know, there are loads of articles on us from Lemaire."

"Yes we've been reading them, I'm not bothered," Scott shrugged.

"You will be when you see he's written that Scott's a mother hen who only looks out for his family not victims."

Scott's eyes burned a vivid blue of anger, "he what?!

Virgil hid a laugh behind his hand, "he's not completely wrong."

"Oh shut up!"