The Tracy kitchen is, to John anyways, a sacred place. He seemed to be the only brother out of the group who could actually cook and because of that, he had taken it upon himself to ban his brothers from the kitchen, unless under constant supervision from yours truly.

Just because John was the only one who actually cooked, however, didn't mean he didn't try his brothers ways to make the cooking process go faster and more efficiently. And, because of that, there were many unusual items in the kitchen. The most unusual of them being a pair of neon yellow swimming goggles.

Gordon, for some reason, always loved to help John with the cooking whenever possible. So John blames Gordon completely for introducing the goggles into the kitchen, even though he uses them more often than not.

It had been a long week and John was feeling totally and utterly exhausted, but he still got up early to make breakfast.

He rubbed his eyes tiredly as he came down the stairs and into the kitchen. Pulling out a recipe cook, he was paging through it when he heard the sound of running feet. Pausing, he turned to see Gordon on the bottom step of the staircase.

'Yes Gordon?' he asked, a smile pulling his lips. 'Can I help you with something?'

Gordon grinned, 'Are you making breakfast? Can I help John?'

John rolled his eyes and turned back to the recipe book. 'Yes and I suppose so.'

Gordon pumped his fist into the air and then leant forward onto the counter. 'Whatcha making?'

'Onions with tomato, bacon, and pikelets,' John glanced up, 'you can cut up the onions and tomatoes since you love that job.'

Gordon visibly sagged. 'Aw John.'

John raised and eyebrow, 'You wanted to help.'

Gordon frowned for a moment then brightened. 'Hang on a sec, I'll be back in a moment.'

John watched him as he sprinted away and shook his head fondly. Stepping over to the fridge, he got out the tomatoes and onions and placed them on the counter next to a cutting board and knife.

He heard the Gordon coming back down the steps, this time at a slower pace. He turned as Gordon came into view and raised and eyebrow. Sitting a top of Gordon's head was a pair of his yellow swimming goggles.

'Are you planning on taking a swim with the onions in the pan?' He asked mildly.

Gordon gave him and annoyed look and moved to the board John had placed out. 'If I use the goggles, then the onion fumes won't get into my eyes.' he explained.

'Right.' John responded turning away.

Gordon gave an annoyed huff. 'Just you wait and see John, I'm going to be the first person to use goggles and then when I'm dead, you'll stand in front of the Society of Goggles for Cooking and say-'

'If Gordon Cooper Tracy doesn't start chopping onions he's going to find himself goggleless.' John gave him a pointed look and turned away. Rolling his eyes, Gordon pulled his goggles over his eyes and started chopping.

Gordon pulled off the goggles and grinned.' Ha, I told you they'd work.' he waved his goggles in the air, 'and they did.'

John sighed, 'if you say so Gordon, if you say so.' He turned off the frying pan and placed the tray of pikelets into the oven and turned to Gordon.

'They really worked, huh?'

Gordon nodded enthusiastically, 'Uh-huh, you should try them!'

John's lips twitched upwards, 'Maybe I will.'

So there you have it... I hope you enjoyed reading it! I got the idea when my younger brother used his goggles to chop up onions... And I've started to use them.Well anyway, thanks for reading and have a good day!!