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Okay, enough of me being an excited little girl. So, where we left off last time….was I just teasing you? Guess you'll have to read on and see if Alan awakens or not.

No Hiding Now

The loud humming of the MRI machine filled the large room as it performed its task. Lying upon the flat cold table, Gordon tried to remain as still as he possibly could as the pain flared throughout his back.

Taking in a slow breath, the redhead closed his eyes. All Gordon could do was try and be patient as the machine examined his body. Exhaustion quickly wanted to take over his body, but Gordon knew he couldn't sleep during the procedure. He just prayed the process wouldn't take much longer; the flat surface wasn't helping his pain by any means. He was given a small local to help with the excruciating pain, but nothing more potent until they determined what was causing the pain.

Trying to find something else to focus his mind on besides his discomfort, Gordon couldn't help but feel guilty. Outside the room, the second youngest Tracy knew his father and oldest brother were watching over him. It had been another long night for the Tracy family. Not only was one brother lying in a hospital bed, but now two. As if his family didn't have enough to worry about, he had given them another reason. Gordon inwardly wanted to kick himself for being so stupid and selfish. All he wanted was to be with Alan, not worry about what was happening to himself. Instead, all that had managed to do was land him right where he lay currently on an icy and uncomfortable table, listening to the thumping and humming of a machine.

Failing to block out the incessant buzzing of the MRI machine, the redhead tried to suppress any bad memories that threatened to come forward. The sounds of the MRI, coupled with the pain he was in, were reminders of the darkest point in his life up until recently. A little over four years ago, his entire life had changed. The hydrofoil accident that had nearly claimed his life had also almost taken his spirit for life. Gordon had lost all feeling below his waist, but he had proven every doctor wrong by gaining complete mobility back. This time is different, he told himself. You can feel your legs, and you're just in a bit of pain that will pass.

Gordon could only pray that he was right.

-TB-

Out in the hallway, two troubling pairs of eyes watched their second youngest family member.

Arms crossed upon his chest, Scott could only try to wrap his head around the last forty-eight hours. Two days ago, life had started like any other day, a rescue for International Rescue. After battling the mudslide, saving many lives from a raging Nor'easter, and lastly saving the baby of the family - it was a lot to take in. Watching his little brother through the window, Scott could only try to resist the urge to punch something. Everything felt so out of control, and for Scott Tracy, that was never a good thing.

From the moment he had arrived in Thunderbird 1 at Wharton Academy, life as he knew it had quickly spun out of control. Scott and his entire family were living through Hell right now, but that was no secret. Scott was now anxious for his second youngest brother. The oldest of five hadn't seen his little brother in so much pain in years. Fear nearly threatened to overtake his every being. First, his baby and now Gordon - a person could only take so much - a family could only take so much - but Scott wouldn't let his fear win. No, he was going to do everything possible to keep his family together.

Looking to his left, Scott could see that his father was trying his hardest to remain strong. The eldest son of Jefferson Tracy couldn't blame his father if he cracked. Jeff had been thrown so much on his plate. A parent never wanted to see their child in pain, but fate handed that blow to Jeff twice.

Nope, Scott wouldn't blame his father one bit if he lost all control. After all, he was finding it hard himself. He wanted nothing more than to just scream. Scott wanted to make someone pay for hurting his family. Everything had a chain reaction. The notion that someone had started the fire at his baby brother's school began to settle in his brain firmly. Yes, someone had stupidly started the fire at Wharton Academy, which then led to the heroic actions of his baby brother. That simple act of heroics had placed Alan in the hospital, which then caused Gordon to sink into a depression, a depression that allowed the swimmer to neglect his injured back.

Anyone see a sturdy wall anywhere? One that no one would notice a hole in?

Running his hands through his hair, Scott sighed. Yep, he hated feeling so useless. His family needed him, and all he could do was watch as they each fell apart piece by piece. Scott Tracy felt helpless.

And it sucked.

"You okay, son?" Jeff's voice breaking the silence between the two.

"I'm fine, Dad."

Jeff suppressed a smirk at his oldest son's comment. He knew Scott wasn't okay. None of them were. However, he was thankful for his firstborn. Scott was his strength - his rock. No matter the situation, the father of five knew he could count on his eldest. No amount of words could describe the amount of respect and endearment Jeff Tracy had for his son. After all, without Scott's strength after his wife's death, Jeff was convinced his family wouldn't be where they were today. Scott had been there for their family when Jeff could not.

Playing with the small band that surrounded his left ring finger, Jeff looked toward the heavens. His thoughts solely focused on his deceased wife, Lucy. He prayed for strength that he currently was finding hard to obtain.

Taking in a deep breath, Jeff rubbed the back of his neck. Closing his eyes, he felt his son's hand gently squeeze his right shoulder.

"He'll be okay, Dad. Everything will work out," Scott soothed.

Jeff met his oldest son's sapphire eyes. "I keep praying that everything will indeed work out, Scott. I don't think I can handle anything else happening to any of you."

Scott moved his hand from his father's shoulder and placed his arm around Jeff's back. His father's comment was enough to show how significant this entire situation was. Not often did Jeff Tracy show weakness. Scott followed his father's gaze as the two men looked at the redhead of the family once more. His heart clenched as he saw the pain Gordon still felt as they transferred him to a hospital bed. "We'll get through this. If it is one thing you've instilled in all of us, it's strength. Alan and Gordon are tough. Before we know it, this will all be behind us."

Jeff squeezed his son's hand. "Thanks, Scooter."

"For what?" Scott said, a smile grazing his features. The words were more of a statement than a question.

Hearing a knock on the door of their small waiting room, the two Tracy's turned to see Dr. Emerson. The petite doctor smiled at them. "Gordon is all finished. I'm afraid we won't have all of the results yet, but from what I did see, things look optimistic."

"Does it appear his back may have relapsed?" Jeff asked.

"It doesn't appear that he has injured anything severely. However, I won't have an exact answer until I see those pictures," Amanda said. "Right now, I'm currently worried about Gordon's pain level and his exhaustion. I'm going to send him down to Alan's room so your sons can be together. I've given him a sedative to help him rest, as well as a mild painkiller to help with the pain until we know anything further. The combination of both will give his body the rest it needs. Not only will that help him overall, but I'm hoping it will help his back as well. I wish I had a more definitive answer for you, Mr. Tracy."

"I understand. Thank you for everything," Jeff said.

"How is Alan doing? Any improvement?" Scott asked, hopefully.

Amanda nodded, understanding their concern. "I haven't looked at his updated stats just yet. Why don't you wait outside here, and you can follow Gordon back to the ICU? By the time you gentlemen are settled back in Alan's room, I should have an answer on both of the boys' conditions."

Jeff and Scott nodded as they followed the doctor toward the door. "Wait here, and the nurse should be wheeling him out shortly. He should be awake still if you want to talk to him before the sedative fully kicks in," the brunette explained.

After only a few minutes, Jeff and Scott were happy to see Gordon's bed wheeled out. Scott instantly walked up to his brother's bed. "Hey, how are you doing?" he asked, smiling down at his little brother.

"I'm okay," Gordon responded tiredly.

Jeff took hold of his second youngest's hand. "Just get some rest, Gordon. When you wake up next, you should feel better."

Gordon winced slightly as a stab of pain ran through his back once more. The redhead closed his eyes as he rode out the pain. The effects of the sedative and painkiller were already beginning to affect his body. A fact he was very grateful for. Before he was willing to give in to the darkness, there was something he wanted to tell his father. "Dad?"

"Yes?" Jeff answered, meeting Gordon's amber eyes.

"I'm sorry."

Jeff looked down at his son, puzzled. "For what?"

"For all of this. You have enough to worry about, and I've only added to your stress," Gordon spoke, his eyes glistening. "I just wanted to be there for Allie."

Jeff's heart nearly shattered as he heard the emotion in his son's voice. He couldn't help but steal a glance toward his eldest. Scott's eyes reflected the same ache. Squeezing Gordon's hand, the patriarch of the family looked deeply into his son's eyes. Kiddo, you have nothing to be sorry for. None of this is your fault, do you understand? None of it."

Scott took hold of his brother's other free hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze of his own. His heart went out to his sibling. Pain and exhaustion had lowered his little brother to such a vulnerable state.

Anger once more flowed through Scott's veins as he thought back to how their nightmare had started. If it was the last thing he did, he was going to find out who started the fire in his baby brother's dormitory. No one harmed his family and got away with it.

Scott Tracy had a mission, and there was going to be Hell to pay.

-TB-

Hell. That would be the best word to describe the place the middle Tracy currently felt trapped in - with no escape in sight. Taking the last gulp of his coffee, Virgil stared out the single hospital window. He couldn't help but glare at the numerous television station vehicles that hovered below. Each of them wanting a piece of the trauma their family was currently going through. Not only was his family praying for Alan to return for them, but now the uncertainty of Gordon's back hung high above their heads. The artist could only imagine what kind of field day the media would have if they heard about the current condition of the second youngest Tracy.

The weight of his family's current state weighed heavily upon the chestnut-haired Tracy. It was so easy for him to blame himself for his second youngest brother's current condition. After all, he was the medic of the family, and it was no secret his water-loving brother had been in a lot of pain due to his injury. The pain in Gordon's body wasn't only physical but emotional. Those two combinations never did an injury good. The stress of the last forty plus hours was enough to make any of them lose control.

Staring up toward the heavens, Virgil prayed for their nightmare to end. It wasn't often he found himself begging for a way out of a situation, but this one the middle Tracy knew he was in way over his head. Their family was falling apart, and there was nothing any of them could do to stop it except try to remain resilient. Closing his eyes, Virgil sent a silent prayer to their mother - hoping against hope she would answer.

Opening his brown eyes, Virgil groaned. Frustrated beyond words, the middle Tracy squeezed the empty coffee cup in his hands and threw it in the garbage.

"You okay, Virgil?" John's gentle voice asked, turning from his post next to Alan.

Virgil took a deep breath as he ran a hand through his chestnut hair. Walking toward the bed, he slumped into the chair next to his older brother. "No, I'm not. This all just sucks, Johnny."

John couldn't help but chuckle at his little brother. "Ya know, I couldn't have said it better myself."

"God, what a mess," Virgil shook his head. "How did things get so out of control? I hate feeling so powerless!"

"There's a lot of that going around," John said. "Scott is no doubt feeling the brunt of it."

"No doubt," Virgil chuckled, each knowing how protective their eldest was.

John turned his gaze back toward Alan. The second eldest gently caressed his baby brother's still hand. His thoughts quickly turned to his redheaded brother. "How do you think things are going with Gordo?"

Virgil shrugged. "I honestly don't know."

"He hasn't been in that much pain in a long time. Do you think something serious could be wrong?" John asked, voicing the fear he knew both of them were thinking.

Virgil looked up at his older brother, meeting his cerulean eyes. He couldn't help but stare at both his blonde brothers. They looked so much alike - so much like their mother. A weight seemed to lay heavier upon the middle Tracy's broad shoulders. "I hope not, John. Lord knows we can't handle any more bad news. Heck, Dad can't handle more bad news. I know Scott's doing his best to keep Dad's spirits in check but look at us. We're all barely holding on. If Gordon's collapse isn't a prime example of that, then I don't know what else is."

"Hey," John eased, placing a reassuring hand on Virgil's thigh. He didn't miss the hidden emotion in his brother's words. "We'll get through this. I know right now it seems like all we're doing is taking thousands of steps backward, but I've been watching Al's vitals for the last hour and a half, and he's getting stronger. You know what that means. He's going to come back to us. As for Gordy, all we can hope for is that he just aggravated his injury from the mission two days ago. Plus, the kid's exhausted. With rest, he'll be okay." John smiled over at his dark-haired brother. "Besides, both of them are too stubborn to give up."

Virgil smirked. "Our terrible twosome."

"You think they'll ever outgrow their childish ways?" John wondered.

The two Tracys looked at one another, seriously pondering the question. Who were they kidding?

"Gordon would prank you just for thinking about that question," Virgil laughed.

"He'll never know," John said, eyeing his little brother. "And if you tell him, just remember Gordon and Alan aren't the only Tracys who can pull off a good prank."

Virgil laughed once more. "Whatever you say, Spaceman."

John raised an eyebrow. "I'm serious."

"When was the last time you pulled off a successful prank, Johnny?" Virgil asked. A mischievous side to John Tracy? Now, this he had to see.

John chuckled. "I don't share my secrets, little brother."

A sudden knock interrupted the calm banter between the two Tracys. Both brothers looked up to see Brains and Fermat.

"Hey guys," Virgil said, welcoming the father and son.

"How'd you sleep?" John asked.

"Good," Fermat answered quietly. His body instantly drew itself up to his best friend's bed. The sight of his usually energetic friend so still and quiet was hard to see. Looking up at Virgil and John, he couldn't help but feel for Alan's brothers. Not only were they dealing with the uncertainty of the youngest family member but also the second youngest. After seeing Alan's older brother in so much pain, the teen genius couldn't help but wonder how each of them was fairing both emotionally and physically.

The previous night had been a long one for each of the Tracys. None of them had left the hospital, each vowing that they would remain at their brothers' sides. Jeff, too tired and too worried over his two youngest children, didn't have the strength to argue.

"Any news on Alan?" Brains asked from the foot of the bed.

"None. No news is good news, I guess," Virgil replied.

"W-where is Mr. Tracy?"

"He and Scott are with Gordon. Dr. Emerson ordered an immediate MRI done on his back," John told the IR engineer.

"They should be back soon," Virgil added. "They've been gone for some time now." The fact that it had been so long worried the family medic. He prayed nothing further had gone wrong with his little brother.

John couldn't help but watch Fermat. His eyes scanned the fifteen-year-old. "How are you holding up, Fermat?"

The bespectacled teen shrugged as his father guided him into a chair before taking a seat next to him. "I'm doing a-al-fine."

John smiled softly at his brother's best friend. "It's been a long few days, huh kiddo?"

"You could say that," the teen said as his eyes ventured to the still figure upon the bed in front of him.

"He'll be okay, Fermat," Brains said, putting a protective arm around his son.

"Alan's tough. He just needs the rest right now," Virgil said, hoping to reassure the teen.

Fermat sighed. He knew they were right, but it didn't make the situation hurt any less. He missed his best friend. Alan was his sounding board - even if it was hard for him to listen at times. "W-why does he have to be so s-stubborn?"

Fermat's question received a chuckle from both John and Virgil in response. "He's Alan, that's why," Virgil smirked. "What would our little brother be if he wasn't stubborn?"

"Awake."

All three men looked at the young man, shocked by the one-word response. Fermat didn't give them a chance to respond.

"I know what he did was beyond b-bra-ave, and I'm proud to call him my best friend, but if he just would've listened to Jake and me, he wouldn't be lying here. I know that sounds selfish of me to think," Fermat spoke. The slender boy was at a loss for words to explain how he felt. "If he just would've listened…."

Virgil and John both met each other's eyes as they listened to the teen. It was apparent their family wasn't the only one suffering from this tragedy.

"Fermat, look at me," Virgil started. "I know all of this is really hard to understand. Believe me, kiddo. We're all having a rough time with it, but you got to keep faith in Alan. One of the things I love about Alan is how selfless he can be at times - even if it does make me grow a few premature gray hairs."

"None of us know what exactly drove Allie to act so bravely. Only he can tell us that, and be sure we will ask him," John added. "No matter what, we can't put aside how many lives he saved."

Fermat sighed. "I know. You should've s-seen him. Once I w-wo-was awake, and we realized there was a fire somewhere, well it was like a switch had flipped inside Alan," the teen said as he looked across the bed at Alan's older brothers. "Alan i-in-immediately started barking orders."

"His only thought and goal were getting all you kids out," John acknowledged.

"Yes," Fermat said, shaking his head. "Jake and I tried to get him to l-lea-ve, but he wouldn't listen. He kept saying how we were wasting time, and he wanted us to help everyone get down s-safely."

John and Virgil looked at their baby brother, each reaching out to touch him. They were so damn proud of him! Yet, a part of them was furious at him for taking such a dangerous risk on his own. However, any anger quickly vanished as they both realized if put in Alan's shoes, they would've reacted the same way. Call it Tracy stubbornness if you must, but saving lives was wired into each one of them.

-TB-

Stuffing several pieces of clothing in his duffle bag, Aaron Edwards fumed as the events of the previous night replayed over and over in his head. His tattle tale of an older brother had made sure his parents had heard a one-sided account of the garbage can fire.

"Of course, they believe Cody dearest," Aaron mocked, throwing another article of clothing into the bag.

The conversation had earned the sixteen-year-old a stern lecture from his parents about responsibility, carelessness, and respect for property. It was either shape up or shipped off to military school, where they would be sure to make their son reform. His parents didn't get it did they? Aaron could care less about anyone else's property, and he certainly could care less about respect. As far as he was concerned, the world could all go to Hell. Yeah," the teen smirked. "The whole world can burn in the flames of Hell."

Tossing the last article of clothing he wanted, Aaron zipped up the duffle bag and threw it over his shoulder. Walking down the long grand stairway of his house, the dark-haired teen paused at his front door - a picture of his family catching his eye.

Ah, yes. A formal picture where all must look like royalty to top off the million-dollar castle. Aaron shook his head with disgust as he stared at the picture. His family, right? What a joke!

Oh, and where were the king and queen and their doting prince and princess? At a campaign fundraiser to showcase their wonderful politically driven mother, fulfilling the image of the perfect family. Wasn't that nice? Leave the problem child at home alone so no one can ask questions. And questions were forbidden if not cleared by his mother's media liaison.

Pulling out his favorite lighter, the sophomore waved the flame - watching it in delight as it danced. Turning to another bag placed near the door, Aaron opened it. A sheer sinister smile was covering his face. Inside the bag contained several small containers of lighter fluid and a few boxes of matches. His little treasures, as he liked to call the bag of dangerous materials.

Taking in a deep breath, Aaron pulled out a container of fluid and proceeded to douse the entryway of the family home. Once the can was empty, the teen discarded it to the floor. Picking up another, he coated the sitting room in the fluid. As he covered the treasured family memorabilia, the sixteen-year-old couldn't help but hum a tune from one of his favorite Disney movies. What could he say? He liked Disney a lot.

Walking back to his bag of treasures, Aaron pulled out a match. Gliding back into the sitting-room, he lit the match, tossing it to the floor. "Ah, yes. Burn, baby burn," he smiled in satisfaction as the room quickly caught alight.

Walking back into the entryway, he proceeded to light several more matches. Once he was content, the teen slung his duffle bag and his bag of treasures over his arms. Chuckling to himself, the dark-haired teen picked up the picture of his family once more. Smirking, he tossed the frame toward the already enraging fire.

Leaving the enflamed household, Aaron tossed his bags into his Dad's favorite convertible. Turning to look at his destruction, the teen couldn't help but laugh at his brilliance.

Breathing deeply, the sixteen-year-old climbed into the car and turned the engine. Pulling away from the burning family home, he continued to hum his favorite tune….

Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay
My, oh my, what a wonderful day
Plenty of sunshine headin' my way
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay

Oh, yes, there was plenty of sunshine heading his way.

-TB-

Several hours seemed to pass by as the Tracy Island family sat quietly near the two youngest Tracys as both rested in a peaceful, if drug-induced sleep. It appeared the family found themselves taking shifts next to each brother, each playing their own version of musical chairs every forty-five minutes or so.

The news Dr. Emerson had brought them had been both good and bad. The good news for their baby brother was that he was showing slow improvement. Enough improvement, that the petite doctor was hopeful the seventeen-year-old would awaken very soon. Each hour, the teen showed increased brain activity. However, the bad news was there was an increased worry about the youngest Tracy's damage to his lungs. The medical staff and Alan's family all prayed the youngster didn't develop an infection.

The good news for the second youngest Tracy was that there hadn't been any permanent damage done to his already fragile back. That fact made each of the hospital room's occupants breathe a sigh of relief. The cause of the severe episode triggered several days ago, but the stress of the last day had only helped further aggravate the injury. The bad news for the redheaded Tracy was it would take at least a week or more for his back to heal. Dr. Emerson had explained that the twenty-one-year-old would experience several back spasms - some that would be extremely painful.

For Alan and Gordon, time to rest and recover was their diagnosis. It wasn't easy to accept that only time would heal the wounds.

A stern knock brought each of the room's occupants out of their thoughts. Looking to the door, Jeff saw a nurse standing at the doorway. "Excuse me, Mr. Tracy, but there is a young student who would like to see Alan and talk to you."

Jeff looked puzzled. "Why would they like to speak to me?"

The male nurse smiled. "He wants to thank Alan for saving his life. I know he's not awake, but he wanted to express his gratitude to you and your family. Is it alright for him to come in?"

Jeff looked at each of the faces of his conscious offspring. Each shrugging and nodding their heads in approval. "It's alright," Jeff finally responded.

"Okay. I will send him in. I've already instructed that he can't visit long - he's still recovering from his own injuries," the nurse said, and exited the room.

A few moments later, the nurse wheeled the student in.

"Zach!" Fermat suddenly exclaimed.

"Hey, Brain," the senior answered as he removed the portable oxygen mask from his face. The blonde's eyes instantly scanned the room as he gazed at Alan's older brothers. His eyes fell questioningly upon the bed of Alan's redheaded older brother. Next, his eyes fell to his classmate, and he frowned at his friend's condition.

Pushing Zach further into the room, Fermat came to stand behind his friend - taking over for the nurse. The fifteen-year-old guided his classmate toward Alan's bed, and next to Jeff.

Jeff smiled as he greeted the blonde. The family patriarch recognized the teen from the fire, and several of Alan's track meets. "Hi, Zach. It's nice to see you again."

"Likewise. How's Alan doing?" Zach asked his close friend's father as he stared at Alan's comatose face.

Jeff smiled slightly as he gazed upon his youngest. "Alan's fighting. He's not completely out of the woods, but he is getting better."

"Should've known he would be too stubborn to let something like this keep him down," Zach smirked, earning a chuckle from the room's inhabitants. The blonde senior looked at Alan's father. "He's incredibly brave, Mr. Tracy. I was with Alan the whole time we were in that dormitory searching for students. He just wouldn't give up," he said, pausing as he took in a few puffs of oxygen. The toxins from the fire were still affecting his lungs.

"I want you each to know that without his persistence, so many would be dead right now, including myself. Alan saved my life at least twice inside that building," Zach continued, looking at each of Alan's family members. "I don't know how to explain it, but it was like the more dangerous the situation got, the more determined Alan got. There was no stopping him. I tried numerous times to get him to high tale his butt out of that burning building. Of course, in true Alan Tracy style, he didn't even listen. Again, he's so stubborn," Zach chuckled.

"It's a family trait," Scott smirked, looking at his baby brother lovingly.

"Fermat's told me," Zach laughed. The blue-eyed teen stared at Alan once more. He was alive because of his classmate, and he was so thankful for his teammate's selfless act.

Looking at Alan's father, Zach met the older man's honey brown eyes. "Mr. Tracy, I can't even begin to explain how grateful I am for your son. Without him, so many other students and I wouldn't be here today. I will forever be indebted to him. He's my hero."

Tears threatened to escape Jeff's eyes as he listened to Alan's classmate. It filled him with such joy to hear how sincere and grateful Zach was for his son. It made the father happy to know that his youngest son had made such a difference in so many lives by just one selfless act. It was a father's dream to hear such a thing; however, it pained Jeff to know the end result was Alan's serious injuries. Blinking the tears that fell from his face, Jeff placed a gentle hand upon Zach's arm. "Thank you, Zach. I want you to know that it calms me to know that you were with Alan. You helped him save just as many lives. Don't forget that. What both of you did is very commendable."

Zach couldn't help but blush. "Thanks. I wish I could say I did it as selflessly as Alan. I was mostly only there to make sure your son didn't get himself killed. He's known to take risks."

"He's here with us today. You did your job, kid," John smiled.

"I was only doing what I thought was right," the blonde senior spoke. "I just wish we could bring justice to those who lost their lives."

"You will," Virgil reassured. "The investigation will prove what happened."

Zach sighed and looked at Fermat. "Jake visited me last night and told me what he's heard."

Fermat's eyes went wide as he realized what his classmate was speaking of. The boy nearly panicked as he realized what could happen. "Zach," the fifteen-year-old tried to stop him.

"I hope Aaron gets what's coming to him," Zach spoke in anger.

Fermat closed his eyes, waiting for the reaction he knew was coming next. One, two…

"What are you talking about?" Scott immediately questioned, standing up from the wall he had been leaning against.

Jeff internally groaned as he realized what the teen was talking about as his conversation with Penny from yesterday returned to him. Well, the cat was out of the bag. Now his job was to keep his sons calm.

"The fire was no accident. Someone started it, and a lot of us know who," Zach answered.

"Who?" Virgil asked, anger instantly filling his body. Someone had purposely tried to kill all those kids. The middle Tracy knew the notion was possible, but the reality of it suddenly sank in. Someone had tried to kill his baby brother!

"Zach, I-" Fermat tried to interject, but it was useless.

"Boys-" Jeff cautioned.

"Aaron Edwards. He's a sophomore."

Fermat breathed deeply as Scott, John, and Virgil each demanded more information. There was no stopping what happened now. Alan's brothers were going to make sure there was Hell to pay for the damage inflicted upon their family.

Meanwhile, the youngest Tracy fought his way toward consciousness once more. Using what strength he could muster, the blonde reached out toward his brother.

TBC…

It looks like Aaron better watch his you know what kids. He's got quite a massive target on his back, huh?

More Alan and the family next chapter, and maybe more of my psycho OC. Any ideas on what you'd like me to do to Aaron. I'm curious what you all could come up with….this could be a fun game.

Let me know what you thought of this chapter, please! I just love your reviews!

Later!