Chapter 4

Gordon pressed his nose on to the slowly cooling patio windows, steaming up the surrounding area with the heat from his nostrils. He huffed and smacked his lips together in boredom before purposely breathing harder on to the window to create a larger area of steam. John turned from the kitchen counter with a large glass of water to subdue his definite next morning hangover and looked towards his copper headed brother making a child of himself. As he moved closer he could see that not only air was being distributed onto the window through Gordon's nose and screwed up his own face in general disgust at his brother's filthy behaviour.

"Gordon, remove your nozzle from the glass, you're getting snot rockets on the window!"

Gordon pealed his forehead and hooter from the once clean panes and lifted his eyebrows to match his brother's expression and agreed with his brother's request. Although boogies didn't really bother Gordon as much as it did John.

"Sorry Johnny! Didn't realise I was letting my greens run wild!"

He called over his shoulder to John as he smeared the sticky dirt across the sky with the sleeve of his rugby top.

"Gordon Tracy! Don't do that with your top. Get yourself to the other sofa while ill clean that off, you dirty little boy!"

"Sorry Grandma"

Gordon sulked back towards the other sofa and sat quietly, curled up on the edge as his grandma cleaned off the last of his nose residue. She returned her cleaning appliances to the cupboard and picked up a newspaper that she had intended on reading before witnessing her grandson's unclean act. Gordon gave a cheeky smile towards his Grandma, which she returned with a hit round Gordon's head with her newspaper.

"Ow! Grandma!"

Grandma Tracy laughed heartily as she turned from her second youngest grandson and moved herself towards the kitchen diner on the other side of the room.

Alan returned from what John had exclaimed earlier in the hour must be a rather long wizzle. He bounced down the few steps into the living room, his hair ruffled and pointing all over the place; his face was red and he was catching his breath slightly. Gordon saw it as the perfect opportunity to tease his little brother and turn his flushed face into to something that would look more like he was burning with rage. Sitting up from his tight position on the sofa, he waited until Alan had flopped down on the other chair until he started his torture.

"So Ali, where have you been? You went to the toilet an hour ago!"

"Oh yeah, really? Oh I was just doing some stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

"None of your business."

Gordon couldn't help but grin as he was about to burst with his accusation.

"So you weren't making out with Tin Tin or anything? Oh okay then"

"What! No of course I wouldn't! What do you think, I'm, what!"

Gordon rocked insanely backwards and forwards as he burst into a fit of hysterical laughter over his brothers growing embarrassment. Alan slumped down slightly further on the couch and brought his knees closer to his face to hide his guilty expression. Grandma Tracy heard none of the previous conversation but could not shut out the sounds of one of her youngest grandson's fog horn laughs.

"Gordon Tracy, will you stop all that cackling!"

"Sorry Grandma!"

He managed to squeeze his apology through a funnel of air as he breathed in once more to finish off his happy success at completely embarrassing his brother. Alan hoped that, that was the end of the torture at least for the next hour, however Gordon was never one to give up until Alan was truly ready to burst with rage. He sat back with a smile from ear to ear, twiddling his fingers, making Alan's stomach churn with every deep breath he inhaled, afraid of what he might come out with next. Then it started. The all familiar tune of a taunting song hummed and vibrated through Gordon's vocal chords, he repeated the hum twice before opening his mouth to add words to the tune. He began quietly and grew in volume line by line.

"Alan and Tin Tin, sitting in her room"

"No Gordon! Shut up!"

"K.I.S.S.I.N.G"

"GORDON!"

"First comes lips!"

"SHUT UP!"

"Then comes tongues!"

"GORDON FOR F SAKE SHUT UP!"

"Then Alan makes her a mum!"

Alan was fit to burst as he stomped towards the steps to complete his exit; he turned on the spot and shouted at Gordon who was wetting himself with laughter on the floor.

"AT LEAST I COULD GET A GIRL LIKE TIN TIN, YOU NEVER COULD COZ YOUR'S IS THE SIZE OF A RICE GRAIN WHEREAS I COULD ACTUALLY MAKE HER FEEL GOOD!"

Gordon's laughs stopped after Alan had turned round. Tin Tin had entered the room and heard the whole of Alan's outburst. Alan was shocked that his brother was so quiet, but when he followed Gordon's eyesight to the beautiful black haired beauty standing behind him with her arms crossed, his heart sank to his feet and he choked on his tongue.

"Good to know Ali! Next time, check who's in the room before you shout about how good you could make me feel!"

Tin Tin turned in a huff before storming to her own bedroom and locking the door behind her. Alan screamed in frustration and embarrassment before swearing at Gordon with his fingers and leaving for his own bedroom to calm down. Gordon was pleased with his results and flicked the switch on the television; he sat and watched the everyday sitcoms and reality TV shows for fifteen minutes before drifting off into a deep sleep.

Meanwhile, John had left his Grandma and little brother in the living room fighting over green dirt; he strolled through the corridors of the house passing each of his brother's rooms, including his own. He loved the cool clean angles in the house and the airy warmth that villa had always had as its atmosphere. He turned the corner and walked passed his grandma's room, her door still open, he poked his head through. As he did so the strong scent of floral soap graced his senses and made his nose twitch slightly at its intensity. Her patio doors were open allowing the room to cool down with the now sudden tough winds; he looked to her bed to see the many cushions she had made, all with flowers or swirls in different combinations and colours. His pupils drifted up towards the wall were many of his siblings drawings (mostly Virgil's) sat, his heart tightened slightly as nearly all included a lady with golden hair always either with a baby in arms or holding hands with their father. John gulped back the memories of his beloved mother and decided to carry on his journey through the house. He walked past Tin Tin's room when the door slid open, he spun on one foot to greet who he thought would be Tin Tin; he was shocked to see his twin, Alan, ruffling his hair with a smile as big as his face exiting the beauty of the houses bedroom.

"Alan?"

Alan jumped as he realised that someone was behind him, he turned back to see his one of his many elder brother's with a face that asked a question for him.

"Oh hey John! What you doing?"

John was surprised by his brother's reaction but was more concerned with what his brother might have been up to in Tin Tin's bedroom. He shook his head to cease his train of thought and answered his youngest brother.

"Oh nothing, what where you up to in Tin Tin's room?"

"Oh nothing"

Alan's smile stayed big on his face as his replied to John and left round the corner with a slight spring in his step. John tried to shake off the idea of Alan and Tin Tin 'Playing around' but found it hard to do so. The whole family knew of Alan's instant crush on Tin Tin. From the first day that she arrived, his mouth dropped open and he was unable to speak to her for a week and a half, this all stopped when she came to his room and asked if she had done something wrong, from that point on, he never stopped talking to her. All the boys were gobsmacked that such a beauty lived with them on the island but over the years they had grown to love her more like a sister but all knew Alan's view of Tin Tin would always be romantic.

John stopped at the door of his father's office and swapped his glass into his other hand so he could type in the code fast. He had pinned in codes many times, to Jeff's office, his bedroom and the many dials of Thunderbird 5 but he never tired of the satisfaction of pressing so many buttons.

The door slid open and Jeff took his eyes from his papers and gave a smile to his platinum blonde son. John smiled back before beginning the conversation he had not yet had the chance to talk to his dad about in private.

"How's Virgil getting on dad?"

"Not too bad, he called in an hour ago to say his eta would be two hours."

"How did he get on?"

"Oh the mission is now at a close, hopefully that will leave Scott's mind at rest"

"Oh we both know Scott's mind never rests dad!"

Both men were right about Scott. Virgil had been sent on a mission to deliver a drug that Brains had created for Tin Tin for the after effects for when she had an encounter with the hood; this normally ended her up in a two to three day coma however administering the drug helped wake her up earlier normally after one day so she could just rest. Virgil had taken a specific amount of the solution to the girl that had been trapped in the cavern's, he took only a small amount as he did not want the doctors to ask questions about acquiring some themselves. He administered the drug himself to the girl once every four hours for three days, each time improved her blood pressure and heart rate until she final awoke on the third day to the surprise of all her family and doctors. Virgil left the hospital that morning and was on his way back to base in the wonder of a machine that is Thunderbird 3 which is usually only used by Alan and John however the mission had no need of Thunderbird 2 which was much harder to find a parking space for.

Both men turned their heads out towards the island and watched as the howling wind tore through the palms and trees, throwing their emerald leaves into the troubled air and hurling them high into the darkening sky.

"Looks like a storm out there! Where on earth did that come from?"

"I don't know but I don't like the look of it. Try and get Scott on your communicator and tell him to make his way back before all this picks up and he has a tough time getting back."

"Sure thing dad"

John pressed on the button, on the side his watch and held it near his face.

"John to Scott, are you there?"

The line fuzzed slightly before he released his finger from the device, he waited a moment for a reply but after a few seconds repeated his question.

"John to Scott, are you there? Scott?"

This time his watch crackled and fluxed with the roar of the wind, as he realised Scott was trying to reply, his heart began to race slightly.

"Okay Scott if you can hear me, dad said come back as there is a big storm on its way!" He released the button for another small moment before calling for his brother again. "Scott?"

Jeff swivelled round on his chair to face John on hearing his voice grow louder.

"What's wrong son?"

"I can't get a clear signal; I think he's caught in the storm dad."

Both men's head snapped towards the window as a shattered spark of lightening lit the sky and a clap of thunder rumbled after it.

Thanks to everyone, once again, for reviewing and commenting on this story. Its lovely knowing you are all enjoying the story! :D Not sure if i will have a chance to write chapter 5 this week but if not the next chapter will definatly be next week! Enjoy! - LeahMB95