A/N: Woohoo, here's another! Man, I'm on the ball tonight, eh guys? Just some build up basically...or is it stalling? I'm unsure how to write the action, (let you in on a secret, I'm not an action writer at all! I suck!)

Anyway, I'm making it my goal to read all your glorious fanfictions soon, I feel awful for not doing so - espesh when you're all lovely to me! Bad Jodie!

Virgil had managed to get in Thunderbird One, check the controls and strap himself in all without speaking a word to Scott.

"Lead the way Scott," the tinny, buzzy voice of their father rang through the aircraft.

"F-A-B Dad," Scott replied and began all the necessary switch flicking and knob turning. It was rather relaxing to let someone else do all the work Virgil thought.

The rocket began rumbling dangerously and Virgil found butterflies of exhilaration dancing in his stomach. He hadn't flown in Thunderbird One for some time but the familiar feeling came flooding back instantly.

Almost forgetting the dreaded conversation, Virgil allowed himself to enjoy the speed and g-forces of the rocket.

"So Virgil," Scott began, obviously not thrilled by the speed like Virgil. "Are we going to talk?"

"I suppose," Virgil replied, feeling his excitement be replaced with anxiety quicker than Alan and a plate of cookies at lunch time.

"What's been going on Virgil?" Scott asked, not dancing around the subject one bit.

"Nothing," Virgil replied automatically, a little too unconvincingly. Scott gave him a hard look. "Maybe something then."

"You're so difficult to read, y'know that? You send out all these mixed signals all the time, sometimes you're hot, the next minute you're cold," Scott continued. "So what's been going on?"

Virgil was quiet. In fact, that was who Virgil was, a quiet sort of person. He was the quietest of the Tracy's and had no problem with that. It was just everyone else.

"I know it's something to do with Sophia, I'm overly sure on that. What's been going on?" Scott asked again.

"Jeez! Scott, if you don't stop asking that same thing I'm going to throw myself from this craft!" Virgil cried before remembering himself. "Sorry."

"It's fine," Scott replied. "Just, talk to me. I'm not prying...well I am but I'm your brother, you should feel ok talking to me. I'm concerned Virg', you're not yourself."

"Its just...I'm just...I'm worried," Virgil stuttered. "I'm worried about her. Its my fault anyway."

"It's more than that Virgil," Scott sighed. "And it wasn't your fault at all. Do you love her?"

"What?" Virgil spluttered, extremely taken aback at his brother's words. What sort of question was that?

"You're in love with Sophia, aren't you?" Scott repeated gently, looking at Virgil for the first time since they took off.

"In love? Whatever gave you that idea? With Sophia? Come on Scott! Of course I'm...God, I am. I am in love with her," Virgil finished quietly, almost disbelieving his own words. Was he seriously?

Scott stayed quiet while Virgil mulled over his thoughts rather frantically. Surely, he couldn't be in love with her? He hardly knew her...but...

"Well congratulations," Scott said at last. "When's the wedding?"

"Scott, this is no time to joke. I can't be in love with her, she's...we're so...she's English for one thing! Really English!" Virgil cried.

"Yeah, and you're Texan. Really Texan. Nice pair really," Scott replied with a laugh.

"She's Lady Penelope's sister for one thing, she lives in England and is probably lined up to marry some rich toff with a mansion!" Virgil replied.

"I doubt she has an arranged marriage Virgil," Scott sighed but he took little notice.

"Oh, I love her. I do actually really love her," Virgil said slowly, looking to his brother. "What am I going to do?"

"Perhaps instead of getting hysterical over it, you should tell her."

Both Virgil and Scott looked as if they were about to have a stroke. They gingerly looked from each other to the control panel. The transmitter was switched 'on.'

They had heard. They had all heard