Here we go, sorry about technical stuff I am the worst for things like
that. Thrusters and water cannons are about the gist of my grasp of crafts.
So I apologise in advance. Enjoy.......
Alan stood in shock as he listened to Gordon, talk to Scott about the prospect of the two of them being suffocated to death, as if he was discussing a paint job. 'Oh my God' Alan thought , 'we're gonna die down here.'
How could Gordon not tell him that small fact? Alan knew that his brothers still saw him as a kid, it rankled it always had, he had been born into the Tracy family trying to prove himself. Well he was going to show his brothers he could handle this responsibly.
Gordon jumped ten feet out of the sub chair as Alan ran at him shrieking
'THIS IS IT WE'RE GOING TO DIE, I KNEW IT!' , before throwing himself hysterically into Gordon's arms.
Gordon had deliberated over whether to tell Alan about the situation but had decided not to worry him. He had assumed his little brother would freak out, but not to this extent.
'Oh Alan.' He murmered hugging his brother close, 'this is why I didn't want to tell you. Of course we're not gonna die!' He said reassuringly rubbing Alan's back.
'But.. You said.' Alan gasped between sobs, 'to .. Scott.. That we'd be dead within the hour.. I .h..h.heard you!'
'Oh I didn't mean it , I was exaggerating' Gordon attempted, 'you know me!'
Alan suddenly pulled back and seemed to pull himself together completely.
'Unfortunately, I do.' He said seriously , it was then that Gordon realized he'd been had!
'Did you really think that would be how I'd react?' Alan asked his face turning darker in anger. 'Jeez, you guys have so little faith in me. God, you can tell me things you know, I'm not some errant kid you have to rescue, I'm a member of this organisation.'
Gordon began to feel sheepish as he listened to Alan.
Alan continued his tirade, in full tantrum-style.
'AND ANOTHER THING,' he shouted, 'WHEN I'M IN THIS ORGANIZATION, I STOP BEING YOUR BABY BROTHER AND I BECOME YOUR COLLEAGUE OK? AND YOU NEVER KEEP THINGS FROM A COLLEAGUE!!!!'
Gordon heard what Alan was saying but he was starting to get angry for being blamed when he was only trying to protect his younger brother.
'How do you expect us to treat you like an adult..' he began in a dangerously low voice, 'if you keep having tantrums and behaving like a child?'
'TANTRUMS?' Alan roared, 'TANTRUMS? IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK THIS IS?'
'Well yeah.' Gordon replied sarcastically wondering if Alan could see his own red face and stomping feet.
'NO THIS IS A DISCUSSION' Alan continued, 'I THINK IF WE'RE GOING TO DIE I HAVE A RIGHT TO KNOW!'
Gordon was getting more and more angry, he began yelling too,
'YES OF COURSE YOU DO!' he shouted raising his voice above Alan's, 'BUT HOW WAS IT GOING TO HELP IF I SAID 'HEY AL, WE'RE GONNA DIE IN AN HOUR, ANY LAST REQUESTS?'
Scott and Virgil sat silently listening to the younger Tracy's arguing trying unsuccessfully not to laugh.
'You think we should say something?' Scott asked Virgil raising an eyebrow.
'Nah' Virgil replied with a grin, 'You know what happened last time we tried to intervene.'
Scott did know, he had the scar to prove it. The youngest Tracy's were well known for their fights, they were fast and furious but forgotton immediately. A famous fight over one of Alan's girlfriends who had gotten a little friendly with Gordon in the jacussi , had erupted a year ago. Scott who never learnt to stay out of things had tried to intervene and had ended up with a plate thrown at his head by Alan, who had been aiming for Gordon. The fight had been forgotton after 10 minutes and Alan and Gordon were laughing, best buddies again but for Scott it had meant a trip to the emergency room and stitches near his ear.
Grimacing and rubbing his ear, Scott realised Virgil was right and continued to listen to his youngest brothers, grinning at their arguing.
Virgil laughed at Gordon's comment about the last requests. Scott was practically crying with laughter. Virgil tuned the frequency so that he drowned his younger brothers out and connected to John.
'Are you getting this Johnny?' he asked smiling.
'Every word' John replied laughter evident in his tone. 'Boy I'd forgotton how bad they can be.'
'Uhuh? Mental note.' Virgil said to his brother as Scott's voice whined,
'Virg, turn it up, I can't hear them.'
'... BAD DRIVING, IRRITATING, DADDY'S BOY!' Gordon's voice blared from the speakers.
'BAD DRIVING?' Alan's voice asked increduously, 'WELL EXCUSE ME, WHO WAS THE ONE IN THE HYDROFOIL ACCIDENT, OH YES, IT WAS YOU!'
'Uh oh' Virgil heard Scott mutter, if there was one way to anger Gordon it was the mention of the hydrofoil incident.
Virgil leaned closer to listen.
'YOU KNOW DAMNED WELL THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT!' Gordon screamed
'YEAH' Alan retorted, 'CAUSED BY SPEEDING, I'D SAY THAT WAS PRETTY BAD DRIVING!'
'OH SHUT THE HELL UP ALAN!'
Virgil snorted and let out a giggle.
John listened as he manouvered TB5 towards the atmosphere. Just 20 more minutes and he'd be there. He hoped. He was glad his brothers were arguing they were providing a welcome distraction, he hoped that they'd continue to distract Scott and Virgil long enough to divert attention from him. He knew that Scott would be worried sick if he knew how close John was to the atmosphere.
In all honesty John was glad that Alan and Gordon were fighting too, they allowed him to feel less stressed at the task ahead of him. He knew well, their pattern of fighting, after rooming with them for 10 years, they'd be making up soon, which didn't give him much time to get to the atmosphere and attempt re-entry.
He laughed as he heard the petty arguing.
'NO YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!'
'YOU SHUT UP.'
'YOU SHUT UP'
'NO. YOU SHUT UP'.
He moved closer and closer to the atmosphere, but he was smiling.
'NO... YOU SHUT UP!' Gordon shouted weakly after 8 minutes, but suddenly he felt the anger drain from him, as quickly as it had crept up on him. This was what always happened when he fought with Alan.
'No..' Alan was mumbling, 'YOU.'
'Alan' Gordon interuppted, 'just leave it.'
Alan gave a small smile, 'oh you just want to win.' He said childishly and sat down. Gordon sat too, but he smiled back.
'How'd you do those fake tears anyway, you really had me for a while'. Gordon tried unsuccessfully to keep the note of admiration out of his voice.
'Yeah Alan' he heard Scott say, 'That was some acting.'
Alan and Gordon looked at each other in surprise, they hadn't realised that their brothers had been listening in.
Alan smiled smugly, 'comes from wrapping dad and certain older brothers around my little finger', he said, 'you learn to fake tears pretty quick if you want something!'
Gordon stared in amazement before grabbing his younger brother in a headlock, 'You little swine.' He said laughingly as he ruffled up Alan's carefully groomed locks.
'NOT THE HAIR!'
Virgil and Scott heard him shout and they burst into laughter again. When he calmed down Scott saw TB5 on the tracker and realised where John was headed.
He jumped from his seat, and spoke quickly,
'Johnny, I thought you said you'd keep us posted all the way.' He said frantically.
'Well I tried Scott' came his brother's voice, 'but certain people were blocking the radio.'
Scott suspected that John hadn't tried hard enough.
'Ok,' he spoke softly, 'Where abouts are you now?'
'I'm entering the atmosphere in a minute,' John said tersely, 'Radio contacts gonna go down in five..' Scott realized in horror that his brother wasn't joking.
'four...' Virgil gazed a the monitor, the sick feeling returning.
'three...' Gordon raised his head and closed his eyes and prayed to his mom, to keep John safe.
'two..' Alan put a hand on Gordons and they sat huddled together.
'one..' The radio's went down and the airwaves were silent.
John felt the engines begin to rattle uncontrollably and the whole of TB5 began to shudder and shake violently knocking his astronomy books and trinkets from the shelves.
Grasping the controls desperately he fastened himself even tighter into the seat.
'This is it', he thought, squeezing his eyes tightly shut, his heart in his throat.
TB5 flew wildly into the upcoming atmosphere.
Okay here goes.......
WAS CHAPTER 13, JOHN'S UNLUCKY NUMBER?
WILL ALAN AND GORDON BE THE BEST OF ENEMIES?
WILL SCOTT AND VIRGIL CONTAIN THEIR WORRY?
FIND OUT IN CHAPTER 14 OF 'THE TROUBLE WITH THE TRACYS'.
By popular demand.......
Scott waited and waited, where was John he was supposed to come back into contact a minute ago, his mind leapt to all sorts of conclusions, 'Please he prayed, please don't take my brother.'
Alan stood in shock as he listened to Gordon, talk to Scott about the prospect of the two of them being suffocated to death, as if he was discussing a paint job. 'Oh my God' Alan thought , 'we're gonna die down here.'
How could Gordon not tell him that small fact? Alan knew that his brothers still saw him as a kid, it rankled it always had, he had been born into the Tracy family trying to prove himself. Well he was going to show his brothers he could handle this responsibly.
Gordon jumped ten feet out of the sub chair as Alan ran at him shrieking
'THIS IS IT WE'RE GOING TO DIE, I KNEW IT!' , before throwing himself hysterically into Gordon's arms.
Gordon had deliberated over whether to tell Alan about the situation but had decided not to worry him. He had assumed his little brother would freak out, but not to this extent.
'Oh Alan.' He murmered hugging his brother close, 'this is why I didn't want to tell you. Of course we're not gonna die!' He said reassuringly rubbing Alan's back.
'But.. You said.' Alan gasped between sobs, 'to .. Scott.. That we'd be dead within the hour.. I .h..h.heard you!'
'Oh I didn't mean it , I was exaggerating' Gordon attempted, 'you know me!'
Alan suddenly pulled back and seemed to pull himself together completely.
'Unfortunately, I do.' He said seriously , it was then that Gordon realized he'd been had!
'Did you really think that would be how I'd react?' Alan asked his face turning darker in anger. 'Jeez, you guys have so little faith in me. God, you can tell me things you know, I'm not some errant kid you have to rescue, I'm a member of this organisation.'
Gordon began to feel sheepish as he listened to Alan.
Alan continued his tirade, in full tantrum-style.
'AND ANOTHER THING,' he shouted, 'WHEN I'M IN THIS ORGANIZATION, I STOP BEING YOUR BABY BROTHER AND I BECOME YOUR COLLEAGUE OK? AND YOU NEVER KEEP THINGS FROM A COLLEAGUE!!!!'
Gordon heard what Alan was saying but he was starting to get angry for being blamed when he was only trying to protect his younger brother.
'How do you expect us to treat you like an adult..' he began in a dangerously low voice, 'if you keep having tantrums and behaving like a child?'
'TANTRUMS?' Alan roared, 'TANTRUMS? IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK THIS IS?'
'Well yeah.' Gordon replied sarcastically wondering if Alan could see his own red face and stomping feet.
'NO THIS IS A DISCUSSION' Alan continued, 'I THINK IF WE'RE GOING TO DIE I HAVE A RIGHT TO KNOW!'
Gordon was getting more and more angry, he began yelling too,
'YES OF COURSE YOU DO!' he shouted raising his voice above Alan's, 'BUT HOW WAS IT GOING TO HELP IF I SAID 'HEY AL, WE'RE GONNA DIE IN AN HOUR, ANY LAST REQUESTS?'
Scott and Virgil sat silently listening to the younger Tracy's arguing trying unsuccessfully not to laugh.
'You think we should say something?' Scott asked Virgil raising an eyebrow.
'Nah' Virgil replied with a grin, 'You know what happened last time we tried to intervene.'
Scott did know, he had the scar to prove it. The youngest Tracy's were well known for their fights, they were fast and furious but forgotton immediately. A famous fight over one of Alan's girlfriends who had gotten a little friendly with Gordon in the jacussi , had erupted a year ago. Scott who never learnt to stay out of things had tried to intervene and had ended up with a plate thrown at his head by Alan, who had been aiming for Gordon. The fight had been forgotton after 10 minutes and Alan and Gordon were laughing, best buddies again but for Scott it had meant a trip to the emergency room and stitches near his ear.
Grimacing and rubbing his ear, Scott realised Virgil was right and continued to listen to his youngest brothers, grinning at their arguing.
Virgil laughed at Gordon's comment about the last requests. Scott was practically crying with laughter. Virgil tuned the frequency so that he drowned his younger brothers out and connected to John.
'Are you getting this Johnny?' he asked smiling.
'Every word' John replied laughter evident in his tone. 'Boy I'd forgotton how bad they can be.'
'Uhuh? Mental note.' Virgil said to his brother as Scott's voice whined,
'Virg, turn it up, I can't hear them.'
'... BAD DRIVING, IRRITATING, DADDY'S BOY!' Gordon's voice blared from the speakers.
'BAD DRIVING?' Alan's voice asked increduously, 'WELL EXCUSE ME, WHO WAS THE ONE IN THE HYDROFOIL ACCIDENT, OH YES, IT WAS YOU!'
'Uh oh' Virgil heard Scott mutter, if there was one way to anger Gordon it was the mention of the hydrofoil incident.
Virgil leaned closer to listen.
'YOU KNOW DAMNED WELL THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT!' Gordon screamed
'YEAH' Alan retorted, 'CAUSED BY SPEEDING, I'D SAY THAT WAS PRETTY BAD DRIVING!'
'OH SHUT THE HELL UP ALAN!'
Virgil snorted and let out a giggle.
John listened as he manouvered TB5 towards the atmosphere. Just 20 more minutes and he'd be there. He hoped. He was glad his brothers were arguing they were providing a welcome distraction, he hoped that they'd continue to distract Scott and Virgil long enough to divert attention from him. He knew that Scott would be worried sick if he knew how close John was to the atmosphere.
In all honesty John was glad that Alan and Gordon were fighting too, they allowed him to feel less stressed at the task ahead of him. He knew well, their pattern of fighting, after rooming with them for 10 years, they'd be making up soon, which didn't give him much time to get to the atmosphere and attempt re-entry.
He laughed as he heard the petty arguing.
'NO YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!'
'YOU SHUT UP.'
'YOU SHUT UP'
'NO. YOU SHUT UP'.
He moved closer and closer to the atmosphere, but he was smiling.
'NO... YOU SHUT UP!' Gordon shouted weakly after 8 minutes, but suddenly he felt the anger drain from him, as quickly as it had crept up on him. This was what always happened when he fought with Alan.
'No..' Alan was mumbling, 'YOU.'
'Alan' Gordon interuppted, 'just leave it.'
Alan gave a small smile, 'oh you just want to win.' He said childishly and sat down. Gordon sat too, but he smiled back.
'How'd you do those fake tears anyway, you really had me for a while'. Gordon tried unsuccessfully to keep the note of admiration out of his voice.
'Yeah Alan' he heard Scott say, 'That was some acting.'
Alan and Gordon looked at each other in surprise, they hadn't realised that their brothers had been listening in.
Alan smiled smugly, 'comes from wrapping dad and certain older brothers around my little finger', he said, 'you learn to fake tears pretty quick if you want something!'
Gordon stared in amazement before grabbing his younger brother in a headlock, 'You little swine.' He said laughingly as he ruffled up Alan's carefully groomed locks.
'NOT THE HAIR!'
Virgil and Scott heard him shout and they burst into laughter again. When he calmed down Scott saw TB5 on the tracker and realised where John was headed.
He jumped from his seat, and spoke quickly,
'Johnny, I thought you said you'd keep us posted all the way.' He said frantically.
'Well I tried Scott' came his brother's voice, 'but certain people were blocking the radio.'
Scott suspected that John hadn't tried hard enough.
'Ok,' he spoke softly, 'Where abouts are you now?'
'I'm entering the atmosphere in a minute,' John said tersely, 'Radio contacts gonna go down in five..' Scott realized in horror that his brother wasn't joking.
'four...' Virgil gazed a the monitor, the sick feeling returning.
'three...' Gordon raised his head and closed his eyes and prayed to his mom, to keep John safe.
'two..' Alan put a hand on Gordons and they sat huddled together.
'one..' The radio's went down and the airwaves were silent.
John felt the engines begin to rattle uncontrollably and the whole of TB5 began to shudder and shake violently knocking his astronomy books and trinkets from the shelves.
Grasping the controls desperately he fastened himself even tighter into the seat.
'This is it', he thought, squeezing his eyes tightly shut, his heart in his throat.
TB5 flew wildly into the upcoming atmosphere.
Okay here goes.......
WAS CHAPTER 13, JOHN'S UNLUCKY NUMBER?
WILL ALAN AND GORDON BE THE BEST OF ENEMIES?
WILL SCOTT AND VIRGIL CONTAIN THEIR WORRY?
FIND OUT IN CHAPTER 14 OF 'THE TROUBLE WITH THE TRACYS'.
By popular demand.......
Scott waited and waited, where was John he was supposed to come back into contact a minute ago, his mind leapt to all sorts of conclusions, 'Please he prayed, please don't take my brother.'