Prompt(s) Filled: 7. The Way You Shake And Shiver, 7. Seizures, 19. Head Lolling, 22. Toxic


Being who they were, it was no surprise they would be targeted.

They were known by most because of who their father was, and their own achievements on top of that just hammered home their fame. Not to mention International Rescue, which still did a fair job at keeping their identities safe from most, but it wasn't hard to work out who piloted the ships with the amount of news coverage of their rescues.

So, it wasn't a surprise that they had enemies, even if they had never tried to harm anyone and only wanted to help others. Some people would just hate them because of who they were and where they came from, not because of what they did.

Still, none of them expected that night to go the way it did.

It was Scott's birthday. They had taken the night off to head to the mainland and spend the night jumping from bar to bar, something they almost never did. It was hard for them to have even just one drink in case they were called off on a rescue.

However, their schedules had been cleared and the GDF had been left to take care of any disasters that were too much for just local authorities to handle. There was some lingering guilt like there always was when they took time off, but they knew that for their own wellbeing they all needed to have a break. They couldn't save the world every second of every day.

Which was how they found themselves at a bar that Friday night. It was their second one of the night, third if they counted the restaurant where they ate dinner and started with their pre-drinks. It was the most fun any of them had had in a while, and they were letting themselves cut loose and enjoy the night.

Virgil was nursing his rum and coke as he leant against the high table they had claimed. John was with him, sitting on a stool, but Virgil wasn't sure where the rest of his brothers were.

However, at least one of them was easy to locate, as Alan suddenly appeared at his side. He panted as he caught his breath, but there was a big smile on his face as he left the dance floor.

His cheeks were pink from either the exertion or the alcohol coursing through his veins. Probably both. He had been making the most out of now being old enough to legally drink. Virgil made the mental note to make sure he had a glass of water when they got to their next spot.

"Where are the others?" Virgil asked him. He had last seen the three of them head off to the dance floor together, but wasn't too surprised to see they had seemingly split up. He just hoped no one had left on their own.

"Scott went to the bathroom. Gordon is with some guys over at the bar." Alan gestured in the general direction of the bar as he pulled out a stool to sit on.

"Lady Penelope won't be happy," John snickered as he swirled his drink around with his straw.

"Nah, it's not like that." Alan waved him off. "I think they made a bet or something."

Virgil looked over to see Gordon surrounded by a group of guys of a similar age. They were all laughing as they simultaneously did shots, and then the group were slapping his brother on the back as they said something Virgil couldn't hear.

"Hey."

Virgil's attention was drawn to his oldest brother as he appeared at the table.

"You guys ready to move on to somewhere else?"

"Sure," they all agreed and finished off their drinks. Virgil grabbed his jacket from the back of a chair and then made his way to the bar.

"I'll go rescue our wayward brother. Meet you outside!" He called to them as he pushed through the crowd.

Gordon was in the centre of the group, and everyone's attention was on him as he told some story.

Virgil smiled in amusement. No matter where he was, Gordon was always the life of the party. He was almost reluctant to put a stop to his brother's fun, but he had seen how much he'd had to drink so far, and knew he had to step in before Gordon spilled all of IR's secrets or something.

"Gordon." Virgil placed his hand on his brother's shoulder in case he hadn't heard him over the loud music.

Gordon turned around, and then grinned widely when he saw who it was.

"Virg! Heyyy," he slurred, and Virgil wondered if Gordon had had more to drink than he realised.

"It's time to go. The others are waiting for us outside."

"Really?" Gordon pouted, but it was only brief as he grinned again and faced his new friends. "See you guys later!"

He waved and they said goodbye, seeming just as giggly as Gordon did, and then Gordon followed him out of the bar.

The cool, fresh air hit Virgil as he stepped outside, and he took a deep breath to make the most of the change from the stuffiness of the bar. His three other brothers were waiting outside just like he'd said, and once they were regrouped, they started to make their way down the street.

The city was busy as the weekend started, and people wandered in and out of the bars and clubs that lined the street. Not many of the venues appealed to any of them, as they seemed too dingy or had a long line outside.

They walked down the street, trying to make their decision as to where to head next. Alan was at the front, currently with too much energy to know what to do with. Virgil was hanging near the back to watch his brothers ahead of him, so he frowned when he realised there was one brother missing from his view.

He looked around to find Gordon trailing several steps behind him. He seemed to get further away the more they walked, his steps slowly getting smaller until he was barely even moving.

"Gordon? Everything okay?" Virgil stopped to allow his brother to catch up.

Abruptly, Gordon darted down the nearest alleyway.

Virgil ran after him, and found him on his knees, throwing up behind a dumpster. He dropped next to him and rubbed his back as he uttered reassurances.

"It's okay, just let it out."

Virgil heard sounds of running feet and glanced over to find the rest of his brothers rushing into the alley. He turned his attention back to Gordon, who eventually sat back as he finished emptying his stomach.

"I think it's time to head back to the hotel," he said as he fished a packet of tissues out of his jacket pocket.

"You're probably right. It's pretty late anyway, and I think we've hit our limit," Scott agreed as he came over to crouch down on Gordon's other side. "How're you feeling, Gords?"

"I ruined your night, Scotty," Gordon mumbled pitifully as he haphazardly dabbed the tissue on his face. "M'sorry."

"You didn't ruin anything," their big brother reassured as he took the tissue from Gordon and wiped at his chin. "Besides, this is nothing like Virgil's 21st."

"What happened then?" Gordon turned to Virgil, who could feel his face heating up at the memory.

He groaned as he recalled what happened that night, and hid his face in his hands.

"Why'd you have to bring that up?"

"He got so drunk, he got into a fight with a lamppost. Ended up punching it, and broke his hand," Scott informed the rest of their brothers, and Virgil wanted to throttle him.

"Wait, that's how you did that?" Alan stepped forward. "You said you tripped over."

Virgil dropped his hands from his face to send a glare to Scott, who was grinning widely.

"Let's just get Gordon back to the room," Virgil ended up saying instead, directing the attention off of him and hoping they would all forget that tidbit in the morning.

Gordon had started to shiver, so Virgil took off his jacket and helped thread Gordon's arms through the sleeves. He stumbled as they stood up, but between Scott and Virgil, they made sure he didn't fall.

Virgil wrapped one arm around his little brother's shoulders, and then together they slowly made their way down the street towards the hotel they'd booked for the weekend.

Gordon took small steps, but none of them rushed him as they matched his speed. Even with the jacket on, Virgil could feel him shaking.

He pulled his brother closer to his side, and rubbed his arm to try and warm him up.

They had almost made it to the hotel without another incident, and Virgil was putting the whole thing down to Gordon just having a bit too much fun and overdoing it. But then he found out how wrong he was, when suddenly his arms were filled with an unconscious brother.

"Gordon?" Virgil was alarmed as his head lolled back and his body went limp.

Virgil tightened his grip before Gordon dropped to the ground. He carefully lowered him to the floor as the rest of their brothers crowded around.

"What happened?" Scott hovered, unsure what to do but wanting to help.

Virgil crouched over Gordon, also not knowing how to help his brother. He didn't understand what was wrong, but did know something wasn't right here.

"Call an ambulance," Virgil turned to John, who nodded and pulled out his phone.

John had barely gotten through before Gordon jerked on the ground.

He did it again, and then his whole body started to convulse.

Virgil felt his heart in his throat, but turned off all his panic. This was just like a rescue. He needed to act, and then deal with his emotions later.

"Scott, I need your coat," he commanded as he glanced at his watch and made note of the time.

Scott was quick to follow his command and handed it over to Virgil, who folded it up and gently slipped it under Gordon's head before he could get hurt on the concrete.

The seizure lasted for a minute, and in that time John had already provided all the information he needed to the operator, and an ambulance was on the way. Gordon still didn't regain consciousness, so Virgil checked his breathing and turned him onto his side and into the recovery position.

As he did so, he caught Scott's eye, who looked just as concerned as Virgil was feeling. This didn't make sense, something was very seriously wrong. He just hoped they could find the cause soon so they could fix it.


Poison.

Someone had poisoned their little brother.

Virgil really wanted the doctors to be wrong, but knew they wouldn't be after all the tests they'd done. He just didn't want to believe someone would do something like that to his family.

After the ambulance had shown up, the paramedics had swept their brother away in a flash of lights and sirens. Virgil and Scott had travelled with him whilst, John and Alan took a cab.

Then, at the hospital it was all about waiting for someone to come and tell them what was wrong with their brother. They had given over all the information they had on Gordon's symptoms, but it still felt like they hadn't done enough. They wanted to be by his side, feeling like they were doing something to help. Not waiting for someone to possibly come and tell them their worst nightmare had come true.

It felt like an eternity until a doctor came out to tell them what the cause was for their brother to take such a turn after he had been having such a fun night.

And that cause was poison. Someone had spiked his drink, and now they were going to pay.

"Do you think it was those guys he was with in the last place?" Scott suggested as he took a sip of his coffee.

They had bought it from the hospital's cafeteria. It tasted burnt and there wasn't enough milk, but it did the job of sobering them up.

Virgil furrowed his brow as he thought about it, and took a long swig of his own drink. They didn't seem like the type to do something like this, not that Virgil knew anything about that group, and they appeared to really be having fun with Gordon.

Then again, malicious people could come in all forms. Just because they looked like a group of lads wanting to have fun on a Friday night, they could have been so much more.

"Would they have been so out in the open?" Virgil wondered out loud. "Wouldn't someone who would try something like this be discreet about it? You know, get in and out without being seen?"

"Perhaps, but we need to cover all bases."

"I'm already working on a list of where we went and who we came into contact with," John said, his gaze not leaving his phone as he typed furiously.

The screen lit his face in the dim light of the room. Besides their hushed whispers, the only thing they could hear in the room was the machines working to pump the toxins out of their brother.

Gordon was lying on the bed, tube in his mouth as his stomach was pumped, and yet to wake up. He looked so small.

Alan had fallen asleep, curled up in the corner of the room on the small couch with a blanket. The rest of them had pulled the other chairs in the room towards the bed, so they could keep an eye on their brother whilst they came up with a plan of what to do next.

The doctors were confident that Gordon was thankfully going to be alright. The fact that he had thrown up meant he had gotten some of the poison out before it could do its damage. However, there was still a long way to go until he would be back to his normal self.

How someone had managed to harm their brother in such a way, without any of them noticing, Virgil would not forgive himself. Being big brothers, he knew Scott and John felt the same.

"That's great, John." Virgil was grateful that John knew where to start.

It was going to be near impossible to find the culprit after the number of people who had been at the same bars as them at the same time, but whoever that person was, they were out there somewhere.

With the three of them having to sit by their brother's bedside, a brother who they very nearly lost that night, they knew that no matter what it took, they were going to make it up to Gordon for letting him get hurt. They were going to find that person

And they were going to make them pay.


This started as a Gordon whump piece and turned into three angry bros wanting blood because someone harmed their tadpole XD