Scott,Virgil, Alan and Jeff looked at Gordon as he stared confused at his father.
'I..' he stammered, 'why are....what's going on here Dad?'
Jeff looked very perpelexed as to what his aubern-haired son was talking about. 'What do you mean, what's........' he began but he immediately broke off as Gordon's legs seemed to buckle and he began to topple to the floor.
'GORDO!' shouted Scott, Alan and Virgil in unison.
Scott, with the quick reflexes he needed to fly thunderbird one thrust his arms forward and managed to catch his little brother before he hit the ground. Alan and Virgil who were similarly blessed in the reflex department shot forward to grab their unconcsious brother.
Jeff barked in the low growl that all his boys affectionately reffered to as 'that voice', the growl he only used when he was seriously worried, 'get him onto the couch quickly?'
Scott, Virgil and Alan took the left arm, the right arm and the feet respectively and placed Gordon on the couch.
Jeff hurried over and perched on the edge of the settee. He glanced worriedly at Gordon, placed a hand against his forhead and then frowned.
He turned, eyes narrowed at his other sons, 'Alright, what's going on?' he asked them in a no nonsense tone, 'I want the truth now, what's the matter with your brother?'
Scott stared back at his father his own eyes mirroring the worry he saw so clearly in his fathers'. 'We think maybe he had one to many beers or something' he said truthfully.
Jeff's eyes widened and his jaw became as hard as granite, 'I should have known' he
muttered, 'I thought I could trust you boys to be responsible, obviously I was wrong.'
Scott, Virgil and Alan looked shame-faced.
'and what do you mean you 'think' he had too many?'
'Well we weren't exactly with him at the time.' Virgil volunteered.
'Where were you then?'
When all three remained silent, Jeff demanded angrily, ' Boys if you are keeping quiet out of misguided loyalty to your brother, I suggest you stop it right now. You are not helping Gordon by preventing me from establishing how he got to this point!' Jeff growled gesturing towards his prone son.
'He went to meet a friend' Alan said quietly, 'when he came back he seemed drunk.'
Jeff turned back to Gordon and gently shook him by the shoulders, 'Gordon?' he asked, 'son, can you hear me?'
Gordon's eyes remained closed.
Jeff noticed how unnaturally pale he was. 'Boys.......' he said roughly, 'alcohol wouldn't affect him this badly.'
Scott turned in alarm to Virgil, Virgil's brown eyes conveyed his own fears, they were both wondering just what the hell had happened to their little brother in the 2 1/2 hours they'd been seperated.
Alan was deeply concerned. He walked over to his father and sat next to his brother.
'Gordy?' he urged softly, 'wake up, please?'
Scott, Virgil and Jeff were all visibly moved as they watched and hoped that the
connection the two youngest Tracys shared would come through for them.
Gordon didn't wake up.
'Scott I want you to put in a call to Dr Rosenby.' Jeff addressed his eldest,' tell him it's an emergency.'
'Right Dad' Scott replied, but as he hurried over to the phone, John's portrait began flashing. Scott flipped the intercom button.
'John.......' was all he said.
'What's wrong?' John asked instantly. Whenever he called home they would always routinely answer, 'go ahead John' so John knew immeadiately that something was wrong.
'It's Gordo' Virgil answered, 'he just collapsed.'
'Oh my God!' John shouted, heart pounding in his chest, 'what, I mean, how..... is he alright?'
'Don't panic John' Jeff responded, his voice contradicting what he was telling his son to
do, 'we're calling Dr Rosenby over right away.'
'I want to come home' John announced.
'No.' Jeff said forcefully
'Dad you can not expect me to just sit here.'
'John we have everything under control, their's nothing you can do here.' Jeff attempted to reason with his middle child.
'I can be there for my little brother.' John replied his tone equally annoyed.
'Listen....' Jeff began, 'let us get the doctor out here and we'll see what he says, if it's not good, then we'll think about bringing you down, alright.'
John sighed and Jeff thought for a moment that he wasn't going to agree, then, 'fine, but keep me posted ok?'
'Of course' Jeff replied and cut off transmission with Thunderbird Five.
Scott was just getting through to the doctors when Alan noticed Gordon stirring.
'Gordy?' he said
Gordon moved his head slowly.
'Gordy?' Alan said a little louder, leaning further down until his face was close to his brothers.
Virgil and Jeff hurried to peer down at Gordon as did Scott who still clung to the phone.
Gordon opened his eyes and realised that for the second time today, he didn't know where he was, but then it hit him and he remembered collapsing.
'Did anyone get the license number on that truck?' he joked weakly.
A collective sigh of relief was emitted from the four other Tracys in the room and Scott hung up the phone.
'No we did not.' Jeff grumbled as Alan grinned at his older brother, 'and you're in serious trouble young man.' Now his heart was returning to its regular beat Jeff wanted to know exactly what had gone on.
Boom Boom, Boom Boom, Boom Boom. The pounding began again. Gordon had to physically swallow as his head throbbed, 'who does he think he is? Telling you what to do?' the voice said, 'you're not his little kid anymore, you're all grown up, tell him where to shove it.'
Feeling the resemtment begin to build inside him, Gordon decided to leave,if he walked out now he wouldn't do anything he'd regret. Sitting up quickly, he swung his legs onto the floor and stood.
Jeff was shocked as were his brothers, less than two minutes ago Gordon had looked half dead and now he was up and about like nothing had happened.
'Are you alright son?' he asked.
'Like you care.' Gordon muttered. Spinning on his heel and turning to walk towards
the door.
'What the hell is that supposed to mean?' Jeff asked increduously, shocked at his son's
uncharacteristic response. 'Of course i care, now how do you feel?'
'Fine' Gordon growled, 'why wouldn't I be fine?'
'Uh-oh!' Virgil murmered , thinking that this was how his brother had acted earlier.
'Not again.' Alan said.
Scott just looked very worried indeed.
'What do you mean again?' Jeff asked his youngest.
'Yeah?' Gordon asked angrily, 'why don't you tell him what happened earlier in fact tell him all of it, geez........' he continued throwing his hands up in disgust, 'is it too much to ask for you guys to back me up?'
Seeing the shocked faces of his brothers,he smiled sarcastically, shaking his head, 'it is isn't it? Fine tell him! God I don't believe this family! Kinda' makes a guy wish he never had to wake up, doesn't it?'
With that he wrenched open the door leading out of the lounge and threw it shut with a bang, leaving Jeff, Scott, Alan and Virgil in complete and utter shock.
The four remaining tracys stood in silence before Jeff slowly turned to his sons, 'alright.....' he began, 'what the hell is wrong with your brother?'
Scott remained where minutes before his brother had stood and stared at the door,which had come off its hinges ' I don't know Dad.' he replied quietly, 'But it's sure not good.'
WHO WILL BE NEXT ON GORDON'S YELLING LIST?
WILL THE TRACYS FIND OUT THE HOODS' PLAN?
CAN JEFF AFFORD TO REPAIR YET ANOTHER DOOR?
FIND OUT IN THE NEXT PART OF 'IT'S ALL IN THE MIND'!
'I..' he stammered, 'why are....what's going on here Dad?'
Jeff looked very perpelexed as to what his aubern-haired son was talking about. 'What do you mean, what's........' he began but he immediately broke off as Gordon's legs seemed to buckle and he began to topple to the floor.
'GORDO!' shouted Scott, Alan and Virgil in unison.
Scott, with the quick reflexes he needed to fly thunderbird one thrust his arms forward and managed to catch his little brother before he hit the ground. Alan and Virgil who were similarly blessed in the reflex department shot forward to grab their unconcsious brother.
Jeff barked in the low growl that all his boys affectionately reffered to as 'that voice', the growl he only used when he was seriously worried, 'get him onto the couch quickly?'
Scott, Virgil and Alan took the left arm, the right arm and the feet respectively and placed Gordon on the couch.
Jeff hurried over and perched on the edge of the settee. He glanced worriedly at Gordon, placed a hand against his forhead and then frowned.
He turned, eyes narrowed at his other sons, 'Alright, what's going on?' he asked them in a no nonsense tone, 'I want the truth now, what's the matter with your brother?'
Scott stared back at his father his own eyes mirroring the worry he saw so clearly in his fathers'. 'We think maybe he had one to many beers or something' he said truthfully.
Jeff's eyes widened and his jaw became as hard as granite, 'I should have known' he
muttered, 'I thought I could trust you boys to be responsible, obviously I was wrong.'
Scott, Virgil and Alan looked shame-faced.
'and what do you mean you 'think' he had too many?'
'Well we weren't exactly with him at the time.' Virgil volunteered.
'Where were you then?'
When all three remained silent, Jeff demanded angrily, ' Boys if you are keeping quiet out of misguided loyalty to your brother, I suggest you stop it right now. You are not helping Gordon by preventing me from establishing how he got to this point!' Jeff growled gesturing towards his prone son.
'He went to meet a friend' Alan said quietly, 'when he came back he seemed drunk.'
Jeff turned back to Gordon and gently shook him by the shoulders, 'Gordon?' he asked, 'son, can you hear me?'
Gordon's eyes remained closed.
Jeff noticed how unnaturally pale he was. 'Boys.......' he said roughly, 'alcohol wouldn't affect him this badly.'
Scott turned in alarm to Virgil, Virgil's brown eyes conveyed his own fears, they were both wondering just what the hell had happened to their little brother in the 2 1/2 hours they'd been seperated.
Alan was deeply concerned. He walked over to his father and sat next to his brother.
'Gordy?' he urged softly, 'wake up, please?'
Scott, Virgil and Jeff were all visibly moved as they watched and hoped that the
connection the two youngest Tracys shared would come through for them.
Gordon didn't wake up.
'Scott I want you to put in a call to Dr Rosenby.' Jeff addressed his eldest,' tell him it's an emergency.'
'Right Dad' Scott replied, but as he hurried over to the phone, John's portrait began flashing. Scott flipped the intercom button.
'John.......' was all he said.
'What's wrong?' John asked instantly. Whenever he called home they would always routinely answer, 'go ahead John' so John knew immeadiately that something was wrong.
'It's Gordo' Virgil answered, 'he just collapsed.'
'Oh my God!' John shouted, heart pounding in his chest, 'what, I mean, how..... is he alright?'
'Don't panic John' Jeff responded, his voice contradicting what he was telling his son to
do, 'we're calling Dr Rosenby over right away.'
'I want to come home' John announced.
'No.' Jeff said forcefully
'Dad you can not expect me to just sit here.'
'John we have everything under control, their's nothing you can do here.' Jeff attempted to reason with his middle child.
'I can be there for my little brother.' John replied his tone equally annoyed.
'Listen....' Jeff began, 'let us get the doctor out here and we'll see what he says, if it's not good, then we'll think about bringing you down, alright.'
John sighed and Jeff thought for a moment that he wasn't going to agree, then, 'fine, but keep me posted ok?'
'Of course' Jeff replied and cut off transmission with Thunderbird Five.
Scott was just getting through to the doctors when Alan noticed Gordon stirring.
'Gordy?' he said
Gordon moved his head slowly.
'Gordy?' Alan said a little louder, leaning further down until his face was close to his brothers.
Virgil and Jeff hurried to peer down at Gordon as did Scott who still clung to the phone.
Gordon opened his eyes and realised that for the second time today, he didn't know where he was, but then it hit him and he remembered collapsing.
'Did anyone get the license number on that truck?' he joked weakly.
A collective sigh of relief was emitted from the four other Tracys in the room and Scott hung up the phone.
'No we did not.' Jeff grumbled as Alan grinned at his older brother, 'and you're in serious trouble young man.' Now his heart was returning to its regular beat Jeff wanted to know exactly what had gone on.
Boom Boom, Boom Boom, Boom Boom. The pounding began again. Gordon had to physically swallow as his head throbbed, 'who does he think he is? Telling you what to do?' the voice said, 'you're not his little kid anymore, you're all grown up, tell him where to shove it.'
Feeling the resemtment begin to build inside him, Gordon decided to leave,if he walked out now he wouldn't do anything he'd regret. Sitting up quickly, he swung his legs onto the floor and stood.
Jeff was shocked as were his brothers, less than two minutes ago Gordon had looked half dead and now he was up and about like nothing had happened.
'Are you alright son?' he asked.
'Like you care.' Gordon muttered. Spinning on his heel and turning to walk towards
the door.
'What the hell is that supposed to mean?' Jeff asked increduously, shocked at his son's
uncharacteristic response. 'Of course i care, now how do you feel?'
'Fine' Gordon growled, 'why wouldn't I be fine?'
'Uh-oh!' Virgil murmered , thinking that this was how his brother had acted earlier.
'Not again.' Alan said.
Scott just looked very worried indeed.
'What do you mean again?' Jeff asked his youngest.
'Yeah?' Gordon asked angrily, 'why don't you tell him what happened earlier in fact tell him all of it, geez........' he continued throwing his hands up in disgust, 'is it too much to ask for you guys to back me up?'
Seeing the shocked faces of his brothers,he smiled sarcastically, shaking his head, 'it is isn't it? Fine tell him! God I don't believe this family! Kinda' makes a guy wish he never had to wake up, doesn't it?'
With that he wrenched open the door leading out of the lounge and threw it shut with a bang, leaving Jeff, Scott, Alan and Virgil in complete and utter shock.
The four remaining tracys stood in silence before Jeff slowly turned to his sons, 'alright.....' he began, 'what the hell is wrong with your brother?'
Scott remained where minutes before his brother had stood and stared at the door,which had come off its hinges ' I don't know Dad.' he replied quietly, 'But it's sure not good.'
WHO WILL BE NEXT ON GORDON'S YELLING LIST?
WILL THE TRACYS FIND OUT THE HOODS' PLAN?
CAN JEFF AFFORD TO REPAIR YET ANOTHER DOOR?
FIND OUT IN THE NEXT PART OF 'IT'S ALL IN THE MIND'!