Scott pov.

He lost track of how long he been holding Alan, but he didn't really care. It felt so good to just hold his baby brother, he never wants to let go.

He looked down at the child in his arms. He didn't understand why Alan was 8 when he should be 14, but he didn't really care, he was just happy to have his baby brother back.

But he could tell Alan wasn't okay, especially remembering what colonel Casey had said (who had left to give them some privacy) he could see what she meant by malnourished, Alan was practically skin and bone.

Plus alan was still wearing the rag-like clothes he saw the other children wearing. Probably because he wouldn't let anyone near him. Alan needs a bath and new clothes.

They'll need to buy some new clothes, they didn't keep alan's old clothes, they gave most of them to charity, keeping only a few.

"Sweetheart, why won't you let anybody have a look at you?" he asked gently, sitting his chin on Alan's head. "can you please let a doctor or medic check you over?"

he felt Alan tense, "n-no…d-don't want..n-no" Alan's voice shook, sounding like he was on the verge of tears again.

Oh, sweetheart…

"sweety, please…" he sighed, leaning his cheek on Alan's head. "I just want what's best for you… I need to know what's wrong, baby and I won't know unless you let someone have a lot at you…"

Alan whimpered, pulling away a bit. Alan's eyes were filled with tears.

"s-sc-scary….do-don't like-no," Alan said, shaking his head, tears starting to drip down his face.

oh, allie….and was it just him or was alan having trouble speaking?

"Allie, you know I won't let anyone hurt you, right?" he said, taking alan's face in his hand, rubbing soothing circles on alan's cheek. "I'll be right there….please kiddo, I need you to do this."

Alan bit his quivering lip. "P-Pr-Promise?" Alan asked, looking anxious.

"I promise," he said, kissing alan's forehead.

He sat with Alan on his lap as a medic did a full checkup, checking everything. The medic also updating alan's medical history for future reference.

"He very badly malnourished," the medic said, "he'll need to be on a very strict diet to get him back to full health. we can't just rush into getting him eating normally again, or his body will react violently."

"Okay," he nodded. "You'll be able to email me all I need to know, right?"

"Yes, I'll be able to do that," the medic said, before bending down to look alan in the eyes. "Now, I need to know if there anything that you know of that those people did to you, so we can best treat you, okay?"

He felt alan tense. Oh allie, what did they do to you?

"Sweety," he said gently, "please tell us."

"I…i don't like c-cold…make me s-sick," Alan said, leaning back into him. "I…i…when I'm r-really upset my temperature keeps rising and.. T-then…then I c-c-catch on fire! I…i c-can't control it!" alan cried, turning around and burying his head into his chest, sobbing.

His eyes widen, catch on fire?! He thought as his arms wrapping around alan. is that even possible?!

The medic lay their hand on the back of Alan's neck, taking it out almost instantly. "His skin is really hot, it shouldn't be that hot ever."

He frowned, slipping his glove off and feeling how hot alan's skin was for himself. Shit! That is hot!

"I think you should trying him down," the medic said, "if what he said was true, we don't want him catching on fire."

He nodded. Yeah, that would be bad. When alan a bit calmer, he'll need to ask him that when he….lights on fire(oh that sounds so wrong) does it hurt him?

It obviously doesn't hurt him as much as someone else catching on fire, Alan was still alive and doesn't have any bad burns that he could see, but that didn't mean it wouldn't hurt him.

Oh, baby, why does this have to happen to you? You don't deserve this.

"Sweety, shhh, it's okay," he said, rubbing alan's back. "We'll figure this out, it going to be okay,shhhh, shhh."

He'll need to talk to brains about this, see if he can make something that helps alan control this.

"Why…why don't you hate me?" Alan asked, looking up at him.

"Hate you? Allie, why would I hate you?" he said, astounded that alan would even think that he would hate him. "I love you."

Alan's eyes widen. "You do?" Alan asked like he didn't know that, and that was plain horrifying to him "Even though I'm a monster?"

"Allie, of course, I love you," he said firmly. "And you're not a monster, I never want you saying stuff like that again," he said, looking alan in the eyes, making sure Alan knew he was deadly serious. "You are very much loved, you'll never be a monster to us, to me…okay?"

Alan sniffled, nodding.

"you think you up to continuing?" he asked softly.

He held his sleeping brother in his arms as he waits for the guys to answer. All the crying had tired alan out. He got a feeling this was the first semi-peaceful sleep he got in five years.

The medic and he had come to the conclusion that alan couldn't self regulate his body temperature, which was bad, but they could work around it. They need to monitor alan's temperature, he should talk with brains, see if he can make a skin-tight insulated suit that alan can wear under his clothes.

But still, he'll need to make sure he buys alan some warm clothes, especially warm pyjamas, it gets very cold at night on the island.

Plus, he has to make sure alan follows the diet the medic put him on, and keep an eye on how he's handling it. He was told that some foods may not agree with Alan, because he hadn't had them in so long and his body may not know how to handle it. He was told that alan could have an allergic reaction to some foods that he didn't before and to watch out for that.

He hopes that doesn't happen, but he'll be on his guard still.

His baby brother wasn't well, that much was obvious, he thought kissing alan's head as John answered.

"Scott, did you find out if-" John froze spotting alan.

he smiled despite everything.

"Johnny, do me a favour and tell Gordie he's not the youngest any more," he said, smiling down at Alan.