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Virgil: Hey Scott, what's up?

Scott: I'm sitting in a pool of blood.

Virgil: Is it… is it your blood?

Scott: Yeah I think so.

Virgil: Do you know where it's coming from?!

Scott: Probably the stab wound…

Virgil: YOU'VE BEEN STABBED?!

Scott: Oh yeah, definitely…

It had been a hectic morning, but Virgil was looking forward to lunch. He'd squirreled away some ham and cheese and fresh bread in his stash and had made a giant sandwich.

He was just putting teeth to bread when there was beeping. Virgil sighed, putting the sandwich back into his private fridge – making sure to lock it – before answering.

It wasn't John, he never announced himself. It wasn't Gordon, he was over in London with Lady P. It wasn't Alan, he was still in bed.

That left Scott, and Scott had been on a rescue for the last 45 minutes.

'Hey Scott, what's up?' His brother looked a little pale and confused, causing Virgil to frown.

'I'm sitting in a pool of blood.' He said it so matter-of-fact that for a moment Virgil didn't know what to say.

'Is it…is it your blood?' He really didn't want it to be Scott's blood – he was literally half way around the world from him in the Pyrenees…

'Yeah, I think so.' Virgil paused to pinch his nose and make sure that John was following the conversation. Judging from John's expression he had no more idea than Virgil did.

'Do you know where it's coming from?' He could almost hear a little uncertaintly in Scott's voice as he made his way down his chute to his 'bird

'Probably the stab wound…' Thank goodness Virgil had already swung himself into Two otherwise he would probably have missed his cue…

'YOU'VE BEEN STABBED?!' He hadn't meant to shout, but the sudden statement had caught him unawares, and he was already aware of John frantically searching.

'Oh yeah, definitely…' It was one of the fasted launches he'd ever done. John was murmuring stats in his ear – dropping blood pressure, increase of carbon dioxide and a decrease in body temperature. The readings indicated he had been stabbed around ten minutes ago and the trauma reading indicated left side abdomen.

What on earth was happening on that mountain?

'Scott, I need you to keep talking, ok? So I want you to explain what happened.' His brother looked bemused. John and EOS were scanning the area for life signs and any other threats.

'Um, I think I was helping someone when they suddenly punched me in the stomach and fell off the mountain. I saw a parachute open, so I knew that they were ok and I decided to make my way back to One.'

Virgil could see he was losing focus. Why oh why hadn't the idiot called it in? And he had taken his helmet off at some point. Probably felt light-headed, he guessed. Scott may hate wearing his helmet but he knew better than to take it off on a mountain side. He guessed they had been lucky the man hadn't tried to tip Scott off the mountain itself.

'He tried to tip me off but in the struggle he fell.' Ok. Thank heaven for small mercies. John murmured in his ear again. Scott was quite some distance from One, and stats were steadily decreasing. John had also informed the GDF and Kayo. Their sister would be there only a few minutes after Virgil, the GDF sometime after.

'Ok Scott, I'm almost there.' His brother's hologram gave a lazy wave and lay back in the snow, and Virgil bit his lip. Calling John to take remote control so that he could ensure the infirmary was ready, the next words out of Scott's mouth only increased his concern.

'It's nice and warm here. I think I'll take a nap.' Delirious too, no doubt from both shock and blood loss. But Virgil was there now, and before he'd even thought about it he was falling from his 'bird, reliant on the cable and his brother to ensure he didn't kill himself on the mountain.

By the time he'd reached Scott his brother was unconscious. There was a lot of blood, and the scanner said three stab wounds, not one. He must not have felt it in the adrenaline rush of being attacked. Basic first aid here meant a pressure pad over the wound, and he hoped his sister wasn't too far away now.

Using his wrist controller to bring the hover-stretcher over, Virgil was pleased when Kayo literally dropped out of the sky beside him, and together they manoeuvred Scott onto the stretcher and John dropped the rescue platform for them. Kayo had retrieved Scott's helmet, and they made their way to the infirmary.

Using the infirmary scanners while Kayo got Two moving and John piloted One home, Virgil was able to ascertain that the wounds were deep but his brother had been a lucky bastard as usual. None of his intestines had been damaged, meaning they could treat him on the island, and Virgil set about cutting away his uniform and bandaging him up. He'd be stitched at home.

He was met at home by Grandma and Alan, both having been roused by John, and between them they got Scott stitched and attached to the monitors, an IV line and a bag of synthetic blood.

Kayo flew out immediately to trace whoever had injured their brother while John reviewed the footage with Virgil while they waited for their brother to regain consciousness. It looked to all intents and purposes that Scott hadn't realised he had been stabbed until just before he had called Virgil, having abruptly sat down on the floor.

The snow, as usual, had played its' part in disrupting signals again. Thank goodness Scott had had some presence of mind to call him. Otherwise the results could have been so different.

Scott woke up several hours later, thirsty and in pain and not a little confused as to why he was in the infirmary surrounded by all his brothers. He listened with increasing incredulity to John and Virgil as they explained what had happened. Hearing the call he'd made to Virgil had caused some hilarity on their younger brothers part, but Virgil was just thankful that Scott had had enough presence of mind to call him.

Kayo had found the person responsible at the base of the mountain. He still had the knife on him so the GDF had taken him into custody. He hadn't given a reason for his actions, but he wasn't going to be free for a long time – hopefully.

It was going to be a long few weeks while Scott healed.