Alan sulked in the co-pilot seat as Virgil fired up the engines rather solemnly.

"You do know you completely just ruined my chances of a possible date?"

Alan barely looked up, "yeah."

"Yeah, well. I guess I can't blame you entirely for that, but I can for the state of my bird. You know the shade of green, you can fix her. I have a portrait to finish."

Alan sighed, "you're going to ruin that aren't you?"

"What, after spending so much time on it? Nah I'll do something else to it."

"Virg, please? I really am sorry."

Virgil smirked darkly, "yep, I'm sure you are."

Scott walked into the lounge where Brains was talking to Max in front of the portrait Virgil had left.

"Hey, what's going on in here?"

"Max has defaced Virgil's work, I'm very annoyed at him."

Scott laid eyes on the portrait and burst out laughing seeing the moustache painted over Alan's face, "oh Max! I love it!"

Max squeaked and Brains scolded him, "it's not funny Max, Virgil is going to be so mad at you."

Scott shook his head, "oh he won't, he'll be fine."

Virgil jogged down the steps at that moment, "get me a brush now."

"What's your hurry?"

Virgil joined them then gasped, "what the hell happened here? That was a perfect shot!"

Scott scuffed the rug with his foot, "ouch."

"Who did this!?" Virgil stared at the portrait in horror.

Brains nudged Max, "something you'd like to own up to?"

Virgil's frown softened seeing it was Max who had committed the crime, "Max? Well, you have good humour."

"I thought you were about to kill someone?" Scott smirked.

"I would've done had it been you or Gordon, speaking of Gordon, where is he?"

"He's still on a mission, a container ship capsized. He's alright and so are the crew. He should be home soon."

Virgil nodded as he picked up the edited canvas, "I need to start a new one, Alan has ruined my ship. So I'm going to ruin his."

"How?"

"He wanted a portrait of himself, so I'll do one of Thunderbird 3, with a little edit," Virgil ran a hand through his hair spiking it higher.

Scott held his hands up, "I won't ask on either account, just get on with it."

Virgil laughed, "see you later," he picked up his painting supplies and left the lounge, he entered his room and closed the door behind him putting the stuff down gently with a hiss as his back twinged from the strain of the elevator he had carried on his shoulders earlier that day, he removed his clothes to change into an outfit better suited for painting and examined the dark bruises forming over his shoulders with a sigh before slipping an old shirt over his muscular chest and changing into a pair of faded jeans, he took out a piece of paper from his chequered shirt and smiled at the number written on it marked with an X.

Back in the lounge, after going over Scott's mission, Brains sighed, "I better go and see what Alan is having to d, do."

Scott chuckled, "umm sounds interesting doesn't it?"

Brains pushed Max ahead of him slightly, "bring that portrait with you, Max, you can display it somewhere."

Scott went up to the desk but passed it to sit at the piano, "pass on the good luck to Alan for me," he began to play gently as the scientist smiled at him before leaving.

Alan sighed as he hung back on his harness as he gazed at the half black and green ship, "urgh this is so boring."

"Alan? What happened!?" Brains called up.

"I got caught in a fireball, Thunderbird 2 took the full blast. I just hope I haven't damaged Virgil's speakers, he paid a lot for them."

Brains smiled, "you're going to nuh need a bigger spray c, can Alan. You can't do all of this manually."

Alan rolled his eyes, "now you tell me."

"Max, set the robotic arms on painting. Alan, focus on the small areas."

"You've got it Brains!"

Later that afternoon, Virgil stood back from the canvas in his room and admired the painting with a laugh, he rubbed some red paint off his cheek and picked up the painting to take to the lounge where Kayo was singing with Scott at the piano, he grinned at them as he entered, and Scott looked up.

"All done Virg?"

Kayo raised an eyebrow, "what's been going on?"

"Alan damaged Thunderbird 2 in a fireball, and so Virgil wanted revenge. I think there's a little more to it too?"

"No it's just that," Virgil smiled, "anyway, here's the portrait, I'll put it up next to Alan's and see if he notices it."

Kayo giggled, "oh wow Virgil! You've completely girled up Thunderbird 3!"

"Well he ruined my chances with a girl, he can have that guilt stare back at him."

"Wait, what?" Scott stood up from the stool, "a girl?"

"Cass McCready, firefighter. I think she was asking me out on a date but Alan kinda got in the way as he proudly showed me my damaged bird," Virgil rolled his eyes, "so this is simple payback."

"What's simple payback?" Alan asked as he walked in wiping his hands on his jeans, "is there money in...why are we gathered around the portraits?"

Scott smirked as he wrapped an arm around Kayo's shoulders, "what do you think Alan?"

Alan glared at the portrait Virgil was standing next to, "I suppose you all think this is funny?"

"Well obviously," Virgil tutted, "I'm rather proud of it. With a pair of lips on her, you can now kiss your bird."

"But Virg?"

"Uh huh?"

"It's pink! You've painted my bird, pink!"

"Yeah, since you messed with my bird's colour."

"She would've matched your hair."

Kayo rolled her eyes, "fancy a drink, Scott? I don't see this argument ending anytime soon."

"With pleasure," Scott clapped Alan on the shoulder before walking downstairs with Kayo.

"She wouldn't have matched my hair!" Virgil snapped back, "does my hair have green it in? No."

"This is cruel payback, I've just re-painted your bird," Alan whined.

"Thanks, but I'm sure you've missed spots."

The two voices carried themselves over the pool and from the kitchen, the couple shook their heads in dismay before clinking their glasses together.