It wasn't long before Alan returned to Penelope's mansion with FAB1 and Scott was waiting for him outside.

"Any scratches you want to own up to before Parker comes out, Alan?"

"Of course not."

"How was the drive?"

"I flew."

"Alan I'm not completely stupid, I meant when you got to the train station, you drove right?"

"Oh right yeah, that was fine. The police stopped me but I showed them my IR badge."

Scott grabbed his shoulder, "they stopped you?!"

"Scott it's fine, they believed the badge."

"That's not the point, I'm going to get John to keep an eye on this, I don't think we've heard the end of it. Come on, Penny has made tea."

Parker smirked, "well mister Alan, how is she?"

"She got on the train safely," Alan joked as he sat down on the couch.

"I meant FAB1?"

"Ohhh she's fine too, no problems."

Scott sighed, "Penelope, could you do us a favour and clear up Alan's police mess at the station please?"

"What police mess?"

"Alan got asked to see his license of which he doesn't have yet."

"I'm sure that can be done, I'm good friends with our local chief's wife," Penelope smiled, "she used to look after me when my father had work and I needed to go somewhere after school."

"That's lucky," Alan nibbled on a biscuit as Bertie watched him, "can Sherbet have a biscuit?"

"Not these no, he's got a bowl of treats in the kitchen if he wants snacks," Penelope tapped the dog's head with a grin.

"Let's go Alan, we have a long flight."

"You're being rhetorical right? You're in Thunderbird 1."

"Ha-ha. Thanks for the tea lady Penelope, we'll call in when we get home."

"FAB boys, drop in whenever you like."

Parker opened the door for them, "don't hit the car on your way up Scott."

"Wouldn't dream of it Parker," Scott smiled as the ladder came down from his ship, "Al?"

"Yep, I'm going," Alan scampered up the ladder and Scott turned to Parker.

"How was he at driving?"

"H'I told you Mr Scott, he passed with flying colours. You have nothing to worry about, unlike us with those criminals."

"Yes I'm sorry about that, and Alan didn't mean to break your arm I'm sure, he's just obsessed with helping people and doing things himself."

"No 'arm done sir, it was an accident."

"Thanks, Parker, I hope Penelope isn't too shaken up by that ordeal?"

"She'll be fine sir, trust me."

"Thanks, so long," Scott sent the ladder up as his chair came down from the cockpit, he pulled the straps down over his shoulders and waved before he disappeared into the cockpit, "ready Alan?"

"Yep, and the first thing I'm going to do when I get back will be to take the jeep out."

"Absolutely not, Virgil will kill you."

"But I can drive now, it'll be fine."

Scott shrugged, "your funeral."

Thunderbird 1 landed, and keeping to his own word, Alan went round to the garage, the expensive cars were all lined up and only used when the Tracy's were planning on spending the day out somewhere and needed easy transport. Alan opened the door to the jeep, which was Virgil's, and hopped up closing the door behind him, he pressed the button to start and the garage doors opened.

"Here we go."

Virgil was sat at his desk when his phone beeped alerting him of the engine start, he rolled his eyes and hacked into the onboard computer, "Alan, turn off that engine before I do."

"What the hell?

"It's my car Al, forget it," Virgil smirked, "try out someone else's."

"I can't, they're sports cars."

"There you go then. You can drive pod vehicles, what's the difference? Now turn off the engine."

Alan switched the car off again, "dammit."

"I'll see you in the lounge."

Alan gulped as his brother hung up then he kicked the ground of the car in frustration, great, a lecture from Virgil, this would be fun.

Virgil sat waiting, his arms folded across his chest and one leg crossed over the other, "well?"

Alan sighed, "I'm sorry, it's just I got to drive FAB1 so I thought I'd have a go in one of the cars, yours seemed the easiest."

"I'm not Scott and I couldn't care less about scratches on that jeep, I'm worried for your safety. You've seen the paths around here? If a wheel skidded you could go off a cliff, remember your moped?"

"Yeah, I know."

"I'll take you out myself soon ok? And I'll let you drive, but don't go off on your own for the moment."

"FAB," Alan sighed.

"How was the drive anyway?" Virgil smiled as he reclined back on the sofa, "did you pass your test?"

"By government standards, probably not, but by Parker's, yes. I was pulled over by the police earlier."

"What?"

"I'm only fifteen Virgil, I'm not old enough to drive in England."

"What did you do then?"

"Showed them my IR pass, they didn't believe that either."

Virgil shook his head, "so now you have a criminal record?"

"No, Penelope is going to sort out the police for me."

"I hope so, for your sake."

"Stop worrying ok? You're as bad as Scott."

"I take that as an insult," Virgil smirked, "could you reach the pedals?"

"Is that just to get back at me? Of course I could, I'm not that short."

"Matchpoint," Virgil smirked, "well done little brother, Gordon took ages getting his license."

"Ha really?"

"Yep, he kept stalling."

"I stalled once but we did end up chasing criminals who stole FAB1 in the first place."

"Ah, so FAB0 then, she was a tough car."

"Yep. I hated it."

Virgil laughed, "it just doesn't have the technology that FAB1 one has, it's still a basic car."

Alan shrugged, "it didn't feel like a basic car."

"Anyway, well done."

"Thanks, Virg, so, when are you going to take me out in the car?"

"After I've finished my report, you can hold on until then right?"

"I guess so," Alan slumped back on the couch and took out his phone.

"No annoying sounds," Virgil smirked.

"Spoilsport."