Disclaimer: I do not own Thunderbirds Are Go.

AN: This is my favourite drabble. This takes place after Tunnels of Time, and contains hints of Penelope/Gordon.

Summary: What are big brothers for, if not to tease their little sisters?

Thanks to Eraman for reviewing - hopefully I'll get one with them interacting in the future...maybe before John leaves.

Penelope lay on her bed, thankful for the peace and quiet after the chaotic collapse of the pyramid. She, Parker and Gordon had barely survived, and Gordon was such…such an infuriating attractive…with his ugly lumpy elbows…urgh!

"Well, you look like you're in a foul mood." John's voice startled her, causing her to shoot upright, clutching a hand to her heart.

"Goodness, John. Don't scare me like that."

"Sounds like you already had a scare." John's eyes were concerned. "Are you alright, Penelope?"

"I'm fine." Penelope promised, smiling. "Just need a good night's rest and I'll be ready bright and early tomorrow morning."

John crossed his arms, not looking convinced. "I'm certain that a way to get over a near-death experience is to talk to someone. And you haven't talked to Parker, from what I've heard."

Penelope raised an elegant eyebrow. "Did Parker set you up to this?"

"He did." John admitted, not bashful in the least. Penelope frowned, crossing her arms. John easily read her expression. "Penelope, you know Parker meant well."

"He thinks I need someone to look after me!" Penelope narrowed her eyes.

"He was worried, Penelope." John said gently. "And with good reason. Excavation sites are often unstable. He's your godfather, for crying out loud. He's supposed to be protective of you." Seeing Penelope's softening expression, John continued on. "You know it's not been easy for him. We're the closest thing to family for him, and you like the daughter he never had."

Penelope sighed. "I do wish he had just asked me first."

"That's because he cares about your well-being more than your opinion." John smiled. "Back to topic, don't blame Parker for anything. I was already going to call you anyway. Gordon gave us quite a tale." A small smile crept onto his face. "He kept on going about how you called his elbows…lumpy?"

Penelope shot her older brother a glare. "Not a word, Johnathan Creighton-Ward."

"Just saying." John sing-songed. "After all, the last person you openly insulted was-"

Penelope flung a pillow at her brother's hologram. "Shut up." She leaned back. "How'd you get in here anyway? What happened to getting permission?"

"I have an override." John said. "And I talked to Parker, remember? He said you just got in. Besides," he raised an eyebrow, looking eerily like his sister, "there is literally nothing of each other the other hasn't seen."

"I still like my privacy, thank you very much." Penelope snapped, still in denial and desperate to stick to their current subject.

John rolled his eyes. "And that's why I don't use the override. This is the first time I've ever used it." He grinned. "After all, with all that time with Gordon in the tunnels, and you openly insulting him…it's a special occasion."

"I can insult people." Penelope narrowed her eyes at him.

"No, we don't." John contradicted. "We're British, Penelope. You're a Lady, with a capital L. We don't go around insulting everyone we meet. But when you actually insult someone…"

"Go away." Penelope flung another pillow at the grinning hologram.

"Fine. After all, just wanted to say that Gordon seems to like you too…" John grinned impishly, his green eyes glinting in delight. He started to flicker.

"He does?" Penelope shot upright, breaking free from any thoughts about how much of a cold fool she looked in front of Gordon, and how he was so infuriating-

"Well that got you up quickly."

Penelope glared at her older brother. "Are you here to comfort me or to torment me?"

John shrugged. "Both, I suppose. I've already done this to Gordon."

"You talked to Gordon? What did he say?" Penelope demanded, hoping she didn't sound like a lovestruck girl. She was a London agent, thank you very much. She didn't fangirl about one of the biggest flirters of the Tracy Brothers.

John grinned. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Johnathan." Penelope warned in the tone their mother used to use.

"Oh, would you look at that? There's an emergency in Australia. Got to go."

"John!" But he had already hung up.