Disclaimer: I own none of the characters.

I'm updating this faster than I thought I would. Thanks to those who reviewed and Arashi no Baka, I'm glad you liked the Gordon bit. I thought it would be a nice touch. You might need those tissues. I'm not sure how this chapter will turn out, but it will probably be sad.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Part III: Scott

A cool, ocean night breeze blew through the window, sending the light-coloured curtains into a slow dance before dying down. The breeze flowed through the room, gently ruffling through the sleeping figure's hair, causing him to twitch slightly.

Opening his eyes slowly, dispelling the sleep that had overcome him, Scott lifted his head off the headboard of his bed slightly and looked around the room. Blinking a few times, he tried to ignore the sore, stinging feeling around his eyes.

Turning his head down to his side, he saw Virgil sleeping. Looking at his younger brother, his mind immediately came to Alan. He remembered all the times it was Alan who would be sleeping where Virgil was now. Sighing he closed his eyes and rested his head against the headboard again.

How did it ever come to this? Scott wondered what unknown force they displeased to have this happen to them. Thinking back to the conversation he had with Virgil a while ago, tears started to form in his eyes.

XXflashbackXX

Scott lay on his bed unable to sleep. Tears randomly slid down his cheeks, landing on the bed, but Scott paid no attention to them. His mind was too far away to realize. His eyes were set on the soccer ball that lay under his desk, remembering that Alan had forgotten it when he came into Scott's room the day he came home for spring break.

Scott remembered that Alan had a habit of getting distracted and leaving stuff lying around in. So caught up in his memories, Scott didn't hear his door slide open, nor did he hear Virgil quietly call out his name.

Feeling the bed shift next to him, Scott slowly turned his head to look behind him. Seeing that it was Virgil, Scott pushed himself so that he was sitting up. Putting a hand on Virgil's shoulder, his concerns shifted over to Virgil.

"What is it Virge?" Scott asked quietly, knowing something was on his brother's mind. Virgil shifted closer to Scott, and turned his head so he was looking at Scott. Virgil seemed to hesitate with his words, but he finally managed to whisper them.

"He's not coming back, is he?" Virgil asked. Scott's eyes widened a bit. The question was asked so child-like, causing Scott almost to answer as if he was talking to a child, by not being blunt. Sighing he lowered his head taking in the words. He had asked himself this question before. Looking at Virgil, he slowly nodded his head, as tears still traveled down his cheeks.

"No, Virge, he's not." Scott whispered. Virgil, had tears coming down his eyes as he turned his head away. Scott pulled his brother closer wrapping his arms around Virgil. Virgil leaned his head on Scott's shoulder as his silently cries turned into sobs. Scott rubbed Virgil's back, comforting him.

"I never meant to say all those things about him." Scott heard Virgil say in between sobs. Scott nodded, his head resting on top of Virgil's.

"I know. He knows...knew." Scott said. He as well felt the same way. He couldn't count the timeless times the others or him had poked at their youngest brother. It was just the way things were.

"But that was the last thing I said to him. I never wanted to him to go and leave with some sort of letdown in his mind." Virgil said.

"You didn't let him down. You only made him more determined and stronger." Scott said, trying to persuade Virgil away from his negative thoughts. Virgil shook his head as more tears cascaded down his cheeks and onto Scott's shirt.

"We didn't even get to say goodbye to him." Virgil said randomly after sitting a few minutes in silence. "I wanted to say goodbye to him at least." Scott nodded.

"So did I, but we can't change what happened." He said. Virgil tensed for a moment seeming to be thinking something over. Another few minutes passed by as the two sat in silence.

"Scott?" Virgil asked.

"Yeah Virge?"

"Was I a good brother to him?" The question seemed to hit Scott in the face like a ton of bricks. Raising his head from Virgil's he took Virgil's shoulders and slowly turned him to face him. Searching Virgil's eyes, Scott questioned him.

"Why do you think that?"

"I-I..." Virgil said, not coming up with an answer.

"See. You can't even come to an answer. Doesn't that just go to show that you were...are a good brother. You were the perfect brother. Isn't it a brother's job to be teasing yet loving and protecting at the same time? You always did that." Scott said quietly. Virgil looked at him. A sad smile came to his face for a moment before he hugged Scott, who immediately wrapped his arms around him. Tears fell from both of their eyes as they sat there crying into each others arms.

XXend flashbackXX

Opening his eyes as he recalled that memory he did nothing to stop the fresh tears that came to him. Looking down at Virgil, he ran a hand through Virgil's hair. Slowly moving, as to not wake Virgil up, Scott stood up fixing the blanket around Virgil.

Walking towards his desk, he slowly bent down and picked up the soccer ball. Looking down at it for a moment, he tucked it under an arm and moved quietly to his door slipping out of his room.

Walking down the hallway, he passed by Alan's door, turning his face the other way as he passed it. He still wasn't ready to face that Alan wasn't there anymore.

Walking into the main room, he walked through the dark room with ease. Making his way over to the doors he exited the house, coming to stand on the pool deck. Moving slowly around the edge of the pool, Scott came to patio chair that was overlooking the pool that hid Thunderbird One.

Settling himself down into the chair, he let out a sigh and focused his eyes on the pool below. He mind moved over to his 'bird', but then all thoughts quickly moved to how Alan had been the one to fly it.

He didn't deny the fact that they all were 'a little' protective of their crafts. Remembering the times, when Alan had ventured into a Thunderbird, had made Scott regret thinking about how many times he got mad at Alan over small things like that. He knew Alan was only excited and curious. After all Alan had been able to use the Thunderbirds and save others lives, before.....

Scott sighed and brought his knees up to his chest, ignoring the soccer ball falling from his lap and rolling over the edge and into the pool below. Disappearing from Scott's grasp, just like Alan.

"I wish you were here Allie..." Scott mumbled into his arms. Looking up, he ran a hand through his hair, before leaning back against the chair, arms wrapped across his chest.

XXflashbackXX

Seventeen year-old Scott walked through the school grounds, trying to find his youngest brother. John had picked Alan up from school, and dropped by the elder brothers' school. Only problem is Alan had wandered off leaving Scott and John to pull their hair and look for him.

Rounding around the corner, Scott turned up on the basketball court only to stop dead in his tracks. He clenched his fists tightly, seeing one of the guys in his grade taunting Alan. Scott wasted no time in making his way over to them.

Seeing the guy with Alan's backpack in the air, while Alan tried to grab it, made Scott even angrier.

"Hey Jake, give it back to him." Scott called out as he approached them. Jake looked over at Scott not intimidated. Grinning at Scott, he looked down at Alan stopping the kid by putting a hand on his forehead. Alan glared at Jake, trying to push the hand off his head.

"Why should I Tracy? You gonna run to daddy? Besides, it's not like he needs any of this stuff. He's as dumb as you Tracys come." Jake said laughing. Scott's eyes widened and before he could stop himself (as if he wanted to) his fist shot out and hit Jake square-in-the-face. Jake fell backwards with the force onto the ground, Alan's backpack falling to the ground directly into a puddle, causing murky water to fly all over Alan and on Scott's pants.

Scott looked down at Jake who was holding a now broken nose and sending pointless curses towards Scott. Paying no attention to Jake, Scott bent down next to Alan taking his sleeve and wiping away the dirt that got on him.

"Hold still Al or you're going to end up getting dirt in your eyes." Scott chided. Alan dropped his hands and let Scott finish. Finishing, Scott stood up and turned around only to have Jake grab his collar. Scott cringed slightly at the sight of Jake's bloody and broken nose.

"You have a lot of nerve Tracy. I'm gonna ...OOOWWWWW!" Jake screamed as Alan kicked Jake in the shin. Scott then pushed Jake away sending him once again to the ground. Bending down he picked up Alan, quickly scooping up Alan's school bag before turning his back on Jake, and walked away to find John.

"Scott?" came Alan's small voice. Scott looked down at his brother.

"What?" Scott asked a little harder then he meant.

"Y-your not mad at me are you?"

"Wha—oh no I'm not mad at you Alan. It's just what he said." Scott said readjusting Alan in his arm.

"Virgil says it to me." Alan said. Scott snorted.

"Virgil talks to a chair. Doesn't mean he means it."

"Oh...Scott, you're not going to tell daddy, are you?" Alan asked, knowing what his father thought of fighting.

"I won't tell if you won't." Scott said earning a smile and nod from Alan.

"I mean it. Don't tell Gordon, Alan." Scott said, knowing that telling Gordon was basically the same as playing 'telephone'.

XXend flashbackXX

"You never did tell." Scott said quietly. Looking around, he still couldn't get used to how quiet it was now. His face twisted in pain and tears came. He raised a hand, covering his eyes as sobs racked through his body. He sat in the chair crying, never feeling more alone then now.

So there's Scott's chapter. I hope this was good enough. I should have the next chapter up by next week, which will be John's chapter.

Please Review!

Devlinn Reiko