I, sadly, don't own Thunderbirds. Carlton and Gerry Anderson do. I'm not making any money off of this. Ect. Ect.

I got this chapter up sooner than I expected! Yea! Hope y'all enjoy, and Please R&R!

Pepsemake: thanks for the encouragement!

Becca T: I should put a warning "Don't try this at home" It makes people really mad. I'm glad to know you're enjoying the story.

Cinn: Thanks! It's always good to know my stuff is being read.

Claudette: I'm thinking about have Jeff find out, but I'm not sure yet. As for the screwdriver thing, I tried that when this happened to me, it does not work 'cause the pennies are too tightly lodged, and can cause a lot of damage to the door and frame!

Virgil's POV

Soot covered, sweaty and tired I climbed into the pilot's seat of Thunderbird Two. It had been a long, but fairly straight forward rescue, just a simple high-rise fire in Colorado. I let out a long sigh as I situated myself and began to run pre-flight checks. My instruments indicated the pod door was still open. Haven't those two finished securing everything?

I radioed Alan to see what the hold-up was. "Alan this is Virgil,"

"Sorry Virg," came the reply "Had a bit of trouble getting the firefly secured, but we're done now"

"F-A-B," I said, "I'm going to pick up the pod"

"Okay," Alan responded.

I flicked the switch that lowered the main body of my craft on to her pod. Almost as soon as the indicator light told me that the clamps had properly engaged Alan and Gordon, came into the cockpit, chatting with each other. I rolled my eyes. Is it possible to have two more annoying younger brothers? "Sit down and strap in," I said "I'm taking off" All I want to do is get home and get a shower, and maybe take a nap in my nice quiet room... Awww, Crud! My door, I still have to put my door back. Gordon you little... My train of thought was interrupted by laughter from behind. "Shove it you two," I told them. "Or I'll push you both out the door at fifty thousand feet"

"What door?" was Alan's reply.

"Yeah, I heard you were having trouble with the one to you room," Added Gordon.

"So much trouble that you had to have Scott help you out," Said Alan.

"Aww, does ickel Virgy need help to get out of his room?" Said Gordon in an irritatingly sweet voice.

"Listen you two, if you don't..." Gordon and Alan's tender Ha! ears were saved by Scott calling to check on us.

"Thunderbird One to Thunderbird Two,"

"Go Ahead Scott," I said.

"I'm about ten minuets from base. How long do you think you're going to be?" Scott asked.

"Probably another forty five minuets Scott," I replied.

"Well, hurry it up. Grandma's got dinner waiting" He told me.

"F-A-B, Scott. Thunderbird Two out."

Alan and Gordon were whispering behind me. Probably thinking of another trick to play on dear unsuspecting Virgil. So, I decided to give them something to do, other then expelling carbon dioxide. "Hey, you two go inventory the sick bay, so I know what we need to stock up on" I told them.

"Right Virg" They replied in unison.

What were they up to? I leaned back in my chair, and bolted upright as an idea came to me. Would he fall for it? Maybe, but I'll need some help. Hmm, Scott might help. Nah, I need some one witha thirst for revenge. Oh yes, I almost forgot, he owes Gordon one too. I switched the communications relay that put me straight through to Thunderbird Five. "Virgil calling John"

"Hey, what's up?" John answered.

"I've got a proposition for you little brother," I said.

"Oh, really," John replied, "And what might that be big brother?"

"Well, right now I'm calling it; The Revenge of Capitan Peroxide and The Amazing Human Paintbrush," I told him.

"Ahhh, this would be paybacks to our dear younger brothers?" He asked.

"Actually just the one who so lovingly bestowed those nicknames" I said.

"Really?" John asked, interested, "What did he do to you?"

I related the story about my door to him.

"So, what's the big plan?" he inquired.

"I'll tell you later," I said "When there's less likely to be brothers listening, but I will need your help with this one"

"With pleasure" was the reply.

I gave a feral grin and said "I'll take to you later John, thanks for agreeing to help" with that I switched off the com and finished the rest of the trip in silent contemplation of the trick I would soon pull and the dinner that waited for me at home.