Virgil sat in bed, hesitating on making a necessary call.

"Scott…"

"Yeah Virg?"

"...I think you are going to take over my missions for awhile... I'm sick"

Scott's reply was swift and urgent "Virgil what's wrong! I'm coming to pick you up, I'll get you to a hospital in less than an hour!"

Virgil groaned and lay back against his pillow, he really didn't feel up to dealing with full smother brother right now "It's just the flu Scott. I think I picked it up from that kid we rescued last week, he was sniffling and coughing the whole time"

Over hologram Scott eyed him suspiciously.

"Look" Virgil said, panning the camera around his dimly lit bedroom "I'm in bed, with several bottles of water and Ibuprofen. I've told Brains, and Grandma is on standby with chicken soup. I just thought you should know that I'll be out of action for at least a week"

"It must be pretty bad if you are prescribing yourself bedrest and Grandma's chicken soup" Scott countered

Virgil shrugged, not wanting to admit just how much everything was aching, his head was throbbing and his throat was on fire. "I'll be back on my feet faster if I take it easy for a bit"

"Well at least you are responsible and know what your limits are" Scott said relenting.

Virgil smirked "That is why I am the medic. You try to hide any sickness or injury and just keep going. So much so that I literally have to ground you to stop you going anywhere when sick. "

"I just don't want anyone else to fly my bird." Scott said, trying to steer the conversation away from the many times he'd (attempted) to hide an illness from his perceptive brother. "I'll take over for you Virg, just don't get anyone else sick because I can't do everyone's jobs. Oh, and don't die on me. Just think we'd have to get Alan or Gordon to fly Thunderbird 2 if you die.

"I'm not dying Scott! I'll try not to infect anyone else, especially you, because I am not having Gordon or Alan fly my bird"

"So you'd be happy for them to fly Thunderbird 1 but not Thunderbird 2?"

"My bird has so many buttons and it wouldn't end well if they push the wrong one" Virgil explained.

"True. But my bird has 2 levers that virtually control the whole ship, the same levers do like 10 different things. It'd be impossible for them to fly my ship well"

"I suppose they would cause more damage in your bird due to the high speeds and all that, but they are far more likely to hurt themselves by falling off your access ramp than they are piloting your bird. I really should install some safety rails." Virgil mused.

Scotts voice took on a bit of a whine "I don't need safety rails Virg. And they aren't supposed to fly my bird, they might dent her"

"If they dented my bird…"

"...then you won't be the only one who is grounded?" Scott finished laughing

"If there is even a scratch of paint missing then the whole island will be grounded until I find the culprit and make them patch it up"

Scott tisked "You do that and you'll end up with your bird painted pink"

"Ha! Like when we painted Thunderbird 4 pink!"

"Exactly. Because of that, you better hope It's not Gordon you're enforcing to repair your bird"

"If he even tried to paint it pink, I would have to get my revenge. I am sure Alan would help me think of something" Virgil broke out in a cough.

"To be fair Virgil you won't be doing anything until you are feeling better. But the expectation of revenge would be enough I'm sure"

"Mmm" Virgil agreed, feeling the drugs he'd taken earlier begin to take effect.

Scott watched Virgils eyelids droop, taking that as a sign to wrap up the conversation "you get some sleep Virgil, I'll make sure Alan and Gordon take your bird out on every mission" Scott couldn't resist the last jibe.

But Virgil didn't hear the last part, already drifting into sleep, with the comfort of knowing his brothers would be there when he awoke.

Anyone else noticed how Scott rarely pushes any buttons on his ship, and just uses his leavers for everything (especially if something goes wrong he just spam pulls his leavers like they'll do something)