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Virgil ran through the forest clearing and onto the beach, panting he dropped down to the beach's golden sands and decided he'd wait for his Brother to catch up. What was taking him so long anyway?Two minutes passed and Virgil was starting to get anxious, once he'd regained his breath he stood and checked his surroundings... there was no sign of Scott.

Just as he was considering retaking his journey to where hewas located at the present helaughed and rolled his eyes. He should have known, this was quite surely what Scott wanted him to be thinking. Why? He quite frankly had no idea, but dropping the feeling of uneasiness he perched himself on a nearby rock that looked invitingly comfortable.

Now all that was left to do was wait, he could play this game as long as Scott could.


Gordon was swimming laps in the pool when he saw his Brother approaching with a slightly confused look on his face. "Hey Virg, what's up man?" He spoke wonderingly, all the whilst continuing his breast stroke elegantly across the surface of the pool.

"You haven't happened to have seen Scott anywhere lately have you?"

Gordon frowned, "No uh, not recently anyway. I thought he was with you?" Questioned Gordon obviously puzzled by the situation

"He was... it's just that we were talking then we raced to the beach. Only, he didn't actually make it there. So I figured he was just fooling around you know? I haven't seen him since..."

"Oh well in that case, why don't you check his room?" Gordon suggested pausing for just a moment to look up to Virgil.

"Okay I guess I'll do that, see you later." Virgil quickly waved to Gordon who returned the gesture, before heading off in the direction of Scott's room as Gordon had previously advised.

He walked into the house all the whilst thinking to himself, if he couldn't find Scott here he would have to inform his Father. Not before trying toreach Scott through his communicator of course, though now he thought about it, why didn't he resolve to that in the first place?

Virgil tapped quietly on Scott's door half expecting him to be inside, when there was no answer he shrugged and slowly pushed the door open. A quick glance around the room and a peer into the bathroom confirmed that Scott was certainly not in this room.

Oh forget this, why bother? Virgil raised his watch to his mouth before speaking into it and targeting Scott individually.


In the midst of the trees on the island Scott lay motionlessly on the ground. A continuous beeping sound was emitting from a device attached to Scott's left wrist which was soon followed by a soft buzzing.

Disorientated Scott aroused and slowly pushed himself up from off the ground. He groaned when he realized how much pain his head was enduring at the moment as he begin to take in his surroundings. Just as he was beginning to remember where he was he noticed the small piece of technology sounding.

Picking himself up off the ground a little to quickly resulted in him losing his balance for a moment, though luckily after holding on to a nearby tree for a few secondsuntil hemanaged tosteady himself again.

Brushing the remaining dirt off his clothes Scott pressed the button on his watch that would allow him to receive the incoming transmission.

"Scott is that you? Where are you? What are you doing? Are you alright?" Virgil's panicked voice could be heard with an onslaught of questions.

"Woah! Hey, slow down there right? I'm fine, I'm erm kind of still in the Jungle..." Replied Scott honestly.

"What do you mean your still in the Jungle? You never left?" Virgil's brow furrowed in confusion as he continued to query his Brother.

"Actually, not really," Scott laughed and began walking back towards the house.

"Okay stop right there, explain now!" Commanded Virgil.

"Geez, fine. I was about to run after you right? And I just collapsed, I don't really remember much..."

Virgil gasped, "are you okay, are you hurt?"

Scott chuckled slightly at his Brother's worried behavior, "seriously Virg... I'm fine. Now before you ask, just don't. I'm not entirely sure why I randomly fainted either, but I feel fine so lets just drop it yeah? Remember what I said about no more drama?"

Virgil hesitated somewhat, "I'll have to tell Dad, he will want to know..."

"NO! I mean Virg you can't do that, you know how he will overreact to something as petty as this. I'm sure there is a perfectly logical explanation, lack of sleep, low food intake, overworking... there are so many reasons, though none reallyapply to me".

Virgil raised an eyebrow though perfectly aware Scott was not able to see it, "could 'stress' have anything to do with it?"

"That factor has no effect whatsoever, I'm not as stressed as you may think I am. Sure, I may get a little snappy and feel pressurized with work sometimes, but so do you Virgil, that also goes for everyone else who works with International Rescue. So I'd say it would be pretty hypocritical of you tostate thatI amthe one who is stressed."

"Right you got me, you do have a point. But f you want me to keep this a secret between you and I, you have to promise to me that you'll take it easy?"

Scott's eyes widened at the request, "I'm not an old giddy yet you know!"

Virgil smiled to himself, Scott was so easy to wind up. "Okay I know I'm sorry. Where are you at the present?"

"I'm just at the Poolside right now, want to meet me in the living area?"

"See you in 5 Scotty boy," Virgil stated playfully.

"And you there mon frère".


The Tracy family were gathered in the living room, all interesting themselves in various activities. Scott and his Father both seemed to be relaxing whilst reading the newspaper, Gordan was idly searching the web for some new diving equipment and Tin Tin andGrandma were baking in the Kitchen next door.

Brains was 'surprisingly' bound to a new invention down in his laboratory, whereas Alan was extracting minimum entertainment from watching cartoons on the Television. Sitting next to him was Virgil who appeared to be be sketching the Piano on the other side of the room.

Suddenly an 'ooh' was heard from Gordon's direction and a few heads raised in curiosity. First to stand up and see what Gordon was looking at was predictably Alan.

Alan and Gordon who both stood before the computer monitor both began sniggering after a minutes silence. "Looks like Virgy Wirg has got a secret lover," Alan mocked.

Virgil who was otherwise paying no attention to the two immature males, looked up at the mention of his name. "What exactly are you referring to?"

Gordon burst into hysterics once again soon to be followed by Alan. "Oh for God's sake this is ridiculous..."

"Virgil!" His Father warned him concerning his language.

"Sorry," he quietly muttered before closing his sketch pad and looking expectantly up to Gordon. "Well?"

Gordon shifted his eyes to Alan who gave the affirmative, he cleared his throat and took a deep breath before beginning to read:


Dear Virgil,

How have you been my darling? I have missed you so much, it's hardly convenient that I can only see you every once in a while. Every day apart from you my heart aches more and more, that the only thing that can heal it is seeing you again. On the rare occasion that I am with you I feel complete Virgil, when we make love you make me feel like no one ever has before.

Your the best thing that has ever happened to me. Your beautiful features and your loving caress is what I long for most of all, I need to see you again Virgil. For I fear the longer we are apart, the more our relationship is threatened. I know you don't like to talk about your life, I sometimes wonder if you are ashamed to show me toyour family, or maybe you are afraid?

All I want is your reassurance, to feel my one true love here with me once again. Please, I am requesting that you come back to me as soon as possible. I need you here with me Virgil,

From your dearest,

Oli

xxx


By the time Gordon had dictated the whole E-mail, (which had not surprisingly managed to gain the whole rooms attention), saying Virgil was the colour of a Tomato was the understatement of the century.

Virgil looked towards Scott for some reassurance, though he sat with the newspaper now discarded and laying upon the floor, and a shocked expression imprinted on his face. Scott had actually believed his Virgil was an innocent virgin... Okay so Virgil wasn't a little kid anymore, but still, he felt hurt that his younger brother hadn't mentioned anything about it to him.

Gordon and Alan wore similar humorous expressions, whereas his Father looked to be quite serious. "Son, is there something you need to tell me?" He questioned his middle child sternly.

Virgil stammered as he tried to form a coherent sentence, "I... that was... erm... my... I don't know..." He sighed in defeat and placed his head in his hands.

"When did you meet her?" His Father asked him.

Virgil made strangled sound at his Father's words before quickly recovering in order to answer. "About a year ago, that mission in England..."

"Virgil, we have had numerous calls out to England, specify?" Scott added from the right hand side of the room.

"Does it really matter where I know this person from? This is my life! And I don't appreciate my family sticking their noses into my personal affairs!"

"Virgil!" Jeff reprimanded. "No one is prying into your business, we simply want to know some information that is all. After all you have kept it secret from us for this long, she could be a danger to the organization".

"See that is exactly why I didn't tell you! I knew that you would say that, I haven't told them anything! That's why... that's why it's been so hard for our relationship to work, and I don't want to lose this person, they mean too much to me," Virgil explained.

"Virgil, you knew the responsibilities and hardships you would have to take on when you joined International Rescue. You can't allow you personal life to interfere and risk the secrecy of our organization." Jeff stated simply to Thunderbird 2's creative pilot.

"Well I'm sorry for falling in love Father," Virgil spat venomously. "It's plain to see that my feelings are not going to be taken into account here." And with that said, Virgil snapped up his Sketch Pad from upon the table and stormed out of the living room.

With a glance between the disbelieving face of his Father and the similar regretful ones of his younger siblings, Scott stood and followed his brother out of the room. Virgil had a LOT of explaining to do.


Ha, do I even need to comment on the delay with this chapter? Please review if you enjoyed, constructive criticism is welcomed, if you didn't like it I'll try to improve the next chapter.

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