A/N: I don't own Thunderbirds or Bohemian Rhapsody.
"Something needs to be done about Scott," Gordon announced, arms crossed and face set in an out of character scowl. Alan nodded vigorously in agreement.
"He's unbearable," Alan agreed.
"He's just stressed," Virgil reasoned, trying to placate his irate younger brothers. It didn't work.
"He was unbearable that last rescue, impossible to work with-"
"He keeps nagging about school work, I have Grandma for that-"
"And all the sniping at John as well-"
"S'not as if his grades were always perfect-"
"Okay!" Virgil's voice cut through and silenced those of his brothers', his hands raised to try and quell the litany of complaints that had tumbled from the two of them, falling over one another as Alan and Gordon tried to explain exactly what had caused their irritation at their eldest brother.
"What do you want me to do about this, exactly?" asked Virgil, pinning Alan and Gordon with a look.
"We need him to lighten up a bit," Gordon explained.
"Otherwise he'll explode," added Alan, face full of conviction.
"I have a plan," Gordon promised, and Virgil closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. "But it'll require your help," Gordon added.
"Oh Hell." Virgil sighed, then opened his eyes again. "Fine, what did you have in mind?"
Scott groaned, leaning back in his his dad's his chair, rubbing his eyes in exhaustion. The rescue reports were finally up to date, and the financial records for Tracy Industries had been completed. Scott was contemplating having a drink to celebrate when music floated into the office from the centre of the villa.
"Is this the real life? Or is this just fantasy?"
Scott frowned. It sounded like Queen, but there was something slightly different about this version that Scott couldn't quite put his finger on.
"Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality."
Scott snorted- wasn't that the truth- but decided to investigate, hoping to find the source of the slight difference from the original song.
"Open your eyes, look up to the skies and seee…"
The music was definitely coming from the lounge, which didn't surprise Scott in the slightest. What did surprise him was the sight that greeted him as he rounded the corner.
"I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy…"
And there were his three earthside brothers, dressed in outfits that vaguely resembled the jumpsuits popular in the 1970s, big curly wigs one each of their heads. Virgil was at his piano, Gordon with his guitar, and Alan clutching a microphone as he sang with all the passion of Freddie Mercury.
"Because I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low, anyway the wind blow, doesn't really matter to me, to me."
"What?" That was all Scott could say, completely lost as to what was happening. His brothers ignored him, focusing on the song instead.
"Mama, just killed a man, put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger now he's dead…"
Scott edged his way further into the room, mouth hanging open, whilst a small part of his brain acknowledged that Alan was a pretty decent singer.
"Mama, life had just begun, but now I've gone and thrown it all away…"
"MAMA! Oooh!"
Scott burst out laughing. He couldn't help it, it was so unexpected. John had popped into existence, floating in the middle of the room, complete with his own virtual- please may it be virtual, there was no way John would have on up on Five- outfit, as he continued to duet with Alan.
"Too late, my time has come, sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time. Goodbye everybody I've got to go, gotta leave you all behind and face the truth."
"Mama, oooh, I don't want to die. I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all."
Gordon and Virgil stopped in their playing, but the soundtrack continued, and Scott had to wonder what was next in this little musical routine that his brothers had created. Alan moved further to the front, Gordon and Virgil flanking him on either side whilst John continued to float at the back, forming a rough diamond shape.
"I see a little silhouetto of a man, scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango? Thunderbolt and lightning very very frightening me."
One by one each of his brothers joined in the singing, first Alan, then Gordon and John, and then finally Virgil, all four of them harmonising together. For the first time since Scott had stumbled upon this very… weird scenario, one of his siblings acknowledge Scott's presence, Gordon handing him a wig that appeared out of nowhere. With a bemused smile, Scott slowly put it on, even as Gordon went back to staring straight ahead with a professionalism that Scott wished he would show on an actual rescue.
"Galilleo!" Alan squeaked into the microphone, before holding it out expectantly to Scott.
"...Galilleo?" Scott echoed, and Alan nodded.
"Galilleo!"
"Galilleo," Scott repeated, with a little more conviction this time.
"Galilleo, Figaro, magnifco-oh-oh-oh."
The song continued, all four of his brothers joining in, the tension and passion with which they sang building, until it broke into the guitar solo that, Scott was sure, was coming from speakers throughout the house that John had hacked and programmed from Five. All four of his brothers started headbanging so violently that Alan's wig almost fell off, and Scott started to laugh once again, tears coming to his eyes.
"Nothing really matters, anyone can see, nothing really matters, nothing really matters…" Alan sang quietly and solemnly, not bothering to push back the wig that had slipped into his eyes.
"To meeeeeee…." his brothers sang as the track faded out. The last note of the cymbol faded away and all four of them took a bow. Alan and Gordon came bounding over, leaping onto the sofa, whilst Virgil pulled the wig off his head and the John's virtual outfit disappeared, revealing his standard uniform.
"What was that about?" asked Scott, once he could breathe again, cheeks aching from smiling. Gordon grinned.
"You were being such a tight-ass we thought we'd cheer you up," he explained, and Scott, for once, didn't reprimand him on the use of the word 'ass'.
"Well it sure worked," Scott admitted, before turning his attention to John. "How did they convince you to join in?"
John's cheeks flushed pink, the colour distorted slightly from the blue glow of the projection. "Bribery. And I got to pick the song." With that, he switched off the communication channel and he disappeared.
"Want to do it again?" Alan asked hopefully. Scott paused.
"Different song? How about We Will Rock You?" Scott suggested.
Alan scrambled off the sofa, and Scott silently resolved to take more time to hang out with his brothers rather than just working constantly.
A/N: I wrote and posted this to tumblr a little while ago, but I've been super busy and wasn't able to upload it here.
Hope you enjoyed it.
Hodge