Summary: Jeff sees the state he's left his sons in, and putting it simply; he subtly enters Daddy-Bear mode... Oh, and Scott might want slightly tsundere, sorry TTwTT...

Scott is 10, John 9, Virgil's 8, Gordon is 7, and Alan is 2.

Jeff's POV:
I sat up in my bed, watching through the window as the boys left for school, Scott pushing the pram of his baby brother.
Despite being 10, I noticed how Scott was keeping control of his brothers, taking the book John was reading off him and having Gordon keep a hand on the pram-handle.
I didn't have to do that at my age...

I listened to the quiet of the house, the Cold meaning I was going through quite a few tissues.
A drink should help. I have papers in my office to work on, I can fetch them...
Going downstairs, I called in to my secretary as I made some coffee, having her push meetings out of the way for the next four days as I got better, papers to be scanned and sent to my laptop in the meantime.
Turning, I paused, looking at the room around me.
Everything was neat, dishes left to clean in the dishwasher, table swept of food, and chores written on color coded notes on the fridge.
I carefully walked through the house, finding games that lay, unfinished, to one side, though nothing was obstructing the way, or had been left unbalanced...
Virgil's handy work was left beside the childish scrawl that was Alan's drawing, names written in John's neat script above each stick figure Alan had drawn.

This was only a selection of what lay around the house, and I could feel my cheeks growing wet as I moved, like a clockwork toy, through each room.

I finally came to Alan's room, fcrumpling as I began dry-heaving with the uncensored sorrow, just managing to get myself back to my room an shutting the door before I lost it, items and furniture flying verywhere as the rage I held ran out, the room ending up as an entire wreck...

Lying, tired, on my bed, I slowly breathed out, before cleaning up after myself, placing unrepairable items in a thick bag so once in the trash, they will be less likely to cut anyone.
Grabbing my wallet, I tucked the list of shopping-items in my pocket, before hurrying out the house, wnting to get back a good three hour before the boys got back, ignoring th fact my nose had nearly approached the equivalent of a fountain...

Scott's POV:
I stared at the kitchen counter, the backpack dropping accidentally on the floor as my jaw dropped.
"Scotty?" Alan asked, snuggling closer.
The colour coded list on the fridge had all been finished, only "make dinner" and "get our hair cut" left off.
"Scotty! Scotty! Scotty!" Virgil came running in, carrying a large wad of ten-dollar bills. "Look what was by he telly!"
I felt my stomach churn as I tried to comprehend who...
"John, can you take Alan for a bit?" I asked, and John nodded, before I rushed up to Dad's room, opening the door silently.
"Dad?" I asked.
"Go away, Scott." Dad grumbled from his bed, lying with his head in his pillow and on his front. "I'll be fine in a few days, so I'll say out of your way until then."
"But all the stuff-" I started, before seeing the differences in his room. "What happened to your stuff?"
"I got annoyed with it, so I suggest you keep Alan and Gordon away from the trash for a while." he retorted.
I nodded, and he rolled onto his side, looking at me.
"Don't forget about your homework." he grumbled.
"But everything downstairs- the money-"
"Jut let me sleep." Dad grunted, covering his head with his blanket.
I left quickly after that, not noticing the smirk Dad sent at my back...

Jeff's POV:
I had to try and top myself from laughing at Scott's reaction, though I felt groggy, it had all been worth it.
Reaching for the phone I'd replaced the smashed one with, I phoned Mum.
"Hello?" Ruth Tracy asked. "Jeff?"
"Hi Mum, do you think that during the holidays you can come to visit?" I asked.
There was silence for a moment.
"Jefferson Tracy, you old scoundrel. Of course I'll come! How are the boys doing, anyway?" she smiled.
"Just fine, although, I've been waning to o something, but I don't know if I should..."

Alan's POV:
I looked up when I heard the door open, and a tall man I felt was familiar enter, Ben - the current outdoor carer - rushed over.
"Excuse me, who are you?" he asked.
"Jeff Tracy, my son, Alan, is here. I want to see how he was doing."
I quickly got up, running over and grabbing his trouser-leg, to which he smiled, picking me up.
"Da~!" I grinned, hoping he could understand me better than the other carers. "Da~ddy!"
"Heya, Sprout." he smiled, kissing my cheek and tweaking my nose to make me laugh and Ben smirk, before Ben called over his shoulder.
"Kate, we've got company!"
"Sure!" and Auntie Kate came over. "Hey! Jeff Tracy, right?! My brother loves your work!"
"That's nice to know." Dad replied, and I pouted.
"Da~ddy! Dra'ing!" I attempted.
"Draing?" Ben asked, looking at Kate, and Dad smirked.
"When Virgil was his age, it usually meant he wanted to show off one of his pictures..." he worked out, and I nodded, grinning...

Jeff's POV:
I took pictures of his art so Scott wouldn't see any pictures missing.
"I can upload them once home." I smiled, and Kate nodded, before Alan came running up, clutching a new page and a red crayon.
"Da~ddy!" he grinned, handing over a picture, and I took it, smiling at the hand-prints with his name messily crawled in his young hand, nine figures drawn around them, initials placed by each one.
The main duo I recognised were a grey-haired stick figure drawn with large white wings, and a figure with wings too, but yellow hair and blue dots for eyes.
"It's perfect, Alan." I grinned, hugging him.
"ALAN?! YOU HERE?" I heard, Scott's tone loud and clear, and I took that as my cue to slip away.
"I sort of lied that I'd be at work today, think I can sneak out back?" I asked Kate, ho grinned.
"Sure, and you can keep the picture, come on." Kate nodded, as Ben took Alan out to meet up with Scott...

Scott's POV:
I'd finished my work early, so had been allowed out to see Alan,
"Scooty!" he grinned, leaning out of Ben' hands, doing grabby-hands until I took him into my own arms.
"So, how's our little Ally doing?" I asked, kissing his forehead and bouncing him gently.
"Da~!" he grinned. "Dra'ing!"
I walked into the main building, seeing no on there, I shrugged, and returned to playing with Alan until my other brother arrived...

Jeff's POV:
I breathed a sigh of relief, before deciding to try my other plans...

Scott's POV:
I was getting annoyed.
I had figured out Dad was behind everything easily, and I deny any idea that his visiting Alan made me jealous... (And I don't forgive him, even if I found an unlabelled present from him on my desk on my birthday)...
I was broken from my thoughts on the way home by return usual group, a mud-clump hitting my back.
"I'm not interested in your stupidity, Toby." I called, looking up at him.
"Stupidity, bird-brain? Maybe the should look in a mirror some time." Toby replied.
"Scott's not stupid! He's the cleverest biggest brother I have! - no offence." Virgil retorted, before smiling at John.
"He certainly knows more than me, school-wise, as he is older." John stated, snapping his book closed with a loud clap. "But these humanum fatuis are rather living up to their name."
"You what? I'm going to mash up up your nose, bookie." Toby growled.
I tensed, prepared to shield my brothers when Toby moved.
"And what do you intend on doing?"
Everyone but Alan and Gordon froze.
Dad stood behind Toby, arms crossed and face drawn in a deadly frown.
The goons with Toby freaked out, running as Toby slowly backed away.
"What's this, the eighth time? Your Mother has a been rung twice, is it like you want a third time added on?"
Toby was shaking as Dad pulled out his mobile, before shrieking and running away as quickly as possible.
"Dad!" Gordon grinned, running into Dad's waiting arms, being lifted up.
"Hey, thanks for the tip-off." Dad smiled, before John and Virgil followed suit, surprising Dad.
He smiled as Alan looked up at me innocently.
"Scooty no wanna hug Daddy?"
I picked him up, looking at Dad warily.
"Why now?" I asked calmly.
"I know I've been an idiot, but you're still my sons, and I don't want to lose you." Dad said at last, setting Gordon down.
I was in statue as he walked up, before pulling me into a hug...
I shattered, anger and sorrow coming forth with tears.
"You left us all alone! You turned your back like we were nothing, and I didn't know what to do! I could only try doing the stuff that needed doing, you ass!" I wailed, ignoring my little brother's shocked faces. "I had to hurry and take your place, and It's been a full year! I could be there for John, Virgil, Gordon and Ally, but I didn't have anyone to lean on myself! It hurt, idiot!"
I felt the others run up, enveloping me in a group hug as I cried, before Dad picked up Alan, and we continued home...

The six of us...