For cg29 who asked for fluffy fic with the prompt: Virgil making Scott some hot chocolate.
Virgil rolled his eyes as he entered the living area. Scott was, as usual, sat at the desk trying to complete reports. Judging from the figures scrolling across the display it was Tracy Industries today, but the slump in his brother's shoulders and the bleary-eyed stare said his brother needed a break.
Not that he would willingly go for one. Virgil checked the time. They'd been back five hours since the last rescue, and Scott had immediately sat down to fill in the reports. He himself had headed for his studio and painted solidly until his stomach told him he needed sustenance, and he would bet that Scott hadn't moved either.
Scott. He got so involved in everything he needed to do that he forgot the basics of self-care – but that was his big brother all over. So occasionally he needed a little brother to take care of him, not that Virgil would ever dare to word it like that. No, Scott needed delicate handling, and he knew exactly what to do from years of experience.
Heading straight into the kitchen he started with warming the milk. While that was happening Virgil rooted around the back of the second cabinet along, sure to find there a stash of Penny's special cookies – sorry, biscuits – that she regularly sent to Gordon. Ah yes, and they were chocolate, perfect partners.
Beating the pure cocoa powder into the milk, thickening it slightly and liberally sweetening it, Virgil poured the hot chocolate into two mugs and topped it with the customary marshmallows and cream. Sprinkled over some cinnamon for artistic flair and carried them over to the table in the centre.
If Scott wanted one he'd have to leave the desk, that was the plan. Virgil made himself comfortable and proceeded to take the noisiest slurp he could. He saw Scott look up, surprise on his face. Looked like big brother hadn't even registered his arrival. Virgil glanced over, a question in his eyebrow.
Scott sighed. And stretched. When did he get so stiff? And his stomach decided it was time to remind him of its' existence. Giving Virgil a sheepish grin, he gestured at the spare cup.
'Is that one for me?' he asked. 'Depends,' his annoying little brother answered. 'Depends on what?' Virgil took another loud draught and pointedly stared at Scott while he ate a cookie. 'Depends on whether you're gonna move your ass down here of whether I have to come up and get you.'
He let out a huff of laughter. 'Ok Virg, I get the message. Quick break and I'll get back to them.' Scott paused whatever report he was on and joined Virgil on the couch, deliberately sitting almost on top of him.
Virgil dipped his finger into his cup and gently placed a dab of cream on Scott's nose, causing his brother to raise both eyebrows in surprise. A big grin spread across his face as Scott then frowned. But Virgil wasn't quick enough to avoid the cream-covered marshmallow Scott shoved down his tee. Nor was Scott quick enough when Virgil tipped him off the couch.
Alan chose that moment to walk into what he later described to Gordon as an all-out pillow fight, drinks and cookies discarded and both brothers going hell for leather at each other. There were feathers everywhere. And shrieks.
John hovered above the desk, watching fondly as his two immediate brothers made complete fools of themselves, and loved every second of it.