For Gumnut who asked for: Sicktember - Virgil and 25. Sick at work :D ::rubs hands together eagerly::

Sometimes Virgil prided himself that he was the sensible Tracy. He looked after himself – both physically and mentally – unlike his older brothers. Scott flat out refused to look after himself, burning himself out to take care of everybody and everything else. John might moan about it, but he wasn't much better, forgetting to eat and sleep almost as much as Scott did.

But Virgil was the Medic of the team, he made sure that he, at the very least, was good to go at every rescue. Gordon wasn't a problem, he was well used to policing himself as to what he could and couldn't do, and Alan was young enough that he hadn't yet managed to copy Scott and John's bad habits good enough to not get caught out.

All the boys knew this.

So it was with some surprise that during the current rescue Scott, Virgil and Gordon was on, Virgil suddenly stopped what he was doing and disappeared. Gordon nearly dropped the beam he was holding in surprise. The only warning he had had was a squeak from his brother and a 'I gotta go!'

Thankfully the rescue was winding up, they were just making the area of the collapsed building safe now all the people were out.

Gordon blinked rapidly at the unexpected departure, and wasn't surprised in the slightest that both Scott and John's holographs appeared before him. He placed the beam aside and addressed his brothers.

'I have no idea, before you ask. He just said he had to go.'

The three of them grimaced in unison, the same thought going through their heads. 'Ok, Gordon, how close are you to finishing up?' Scott asked, having finished the area he was dealing with.

'I'm practically there, Scott. Won't need any help here, and I'll be about ten minutes maximum by the time I've put the equipment away.'

'FAB, Gordon. Since I've finished I'll check on Virgil.'

Scott jet packed over to Two. The hastily abandoned exosuit stood in a crumpled heap just inside the entrance, reaffirming to Scott what he suspected was wrong. He made his way to the med bay and grabbed a bottle of water before heading to Two's small facility area.

When Virgil emerged, pale and trembling just slightly, Scott was there, handing him some water. He made it three steps before leaning against the cool hull of his girl, sliding down to sit on the floor. He took a tiny sip.

'That bad, huh?' Scott was all sympathetic, and Virgil blushed. This was most definitely not something he wanted to talk about, or even think about. He took another sip and his stomach gurgled angrily. He paled, and suddenly Scott was hauling him off the floor and he disappeared back into the room.

Scott moved away, not wanting to embarrass his bother further. This kind of illness can sneak up and poleaxe a man in minutes, and it certainly had done a number on Virgil.

'John?' His brother appeared, eyebrow raised in question. 'Can you fly One home, please.' He nodded and disappeared, and almost instantly the sounds of One taking off could be heard. At the same time Scott could hear Gordon beginning to pack away the equipment.

He hit the comm again. 'Gordon?' The blonde appeared before him. 'Can you fly Two home when you're ready?' Scott got another nod and he turned back to the bathroom. Judging from the sounds Virgil would be coming out soon.

Sure enough, Virgil stumbled out of the room. If anything, he was paler than before. Scott bent down and picked the bottle up before taking his brother by the arm and steering him to the med bay, depositing him on a bed.

Virgil groaned and closed his eyes, listening to Scott move around the room. The clinking told him there was another bottle of water heading his way, and probably one of their disposable vomit bowls. He groaned again.

A cool cloth was laid on his head and Virgil relaxed. Until he realised that Two was powering up. He shot up, which was a big mistake. His stomach roiled and he clamped one hand over his mouth and the other over his belly.

'Slow breaths, Virg. Steady, now.' He listened to Scott's soothing voice and eventually got himself under control. He lay back and the cloth was reapplied. Virgil drifted off to his brother's ministrations.

Thankfully they weren't that far from home.