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Here we go….

Watch Who You Call Crazy

"FERMAT!"

As the Tracy family entered the hall outside the auditorium, an explosion erupted on the other side of the venue. Hearing the family inventor scream for his best friend, Alan whipped around, tearing himself from his brother's grasp. Not wasting a second, the youngest Tracy ran back into the destroyed lecture hall toward the source of the explosion.

"ALAN!" Virgil screamed after his brother. The medic turned to only meet the fearful eyes of his father before rushing after his baby brother.

Jeff could only watch, his body seemingly frozen in place as Alan ran back into the auditorium. Putting a comforting hand on Brains' shoulder, he nodded and watched the engineer run toward the explosion. Meeting the worried faces of his older children, he knew they had to act fast before his youngest did something impulsive. "Scott, John," Jeff spoke firmly, turning to his two oldest. "Get Gordon to the paramedics. Virgil and I will take care of Alan."

"But, Dad!" Scott began but was quickly cut off by his father.

"Do as I asked!" Jeff barked and turned to follow after his youngest and middle children.

"Guys, don't worry about me," Gordon spoke, looking up at his older brothers from the board they were carrying.

John looked down at his younger brother. "No-can-do, Gordy. You're just as important as Allie. Dad and Virgil will take care of him. Our duty is to you right now."

Gordon closed his eyes as a wave of pain hit him. He hated this nightmare they seemed to be reliving. Today was supposed to be a day of remembrance for the lives they lost nearly a month prior. Somehow while celebrating his only baby brother's heroic acts, they had been thrust headfirst into Hell's unrelenting grasp. Feeling a gentle squeeze on his arm, the swimmer opened his eyes to see his oldest brother looking at him with concern.

"Everything will be okay, Gordon. I'm sure Fermat is fine, and the Sprout will be coming out right behind us," Scott tried to smile. Entering the lobby, the eldest Tracy was happy to see first responders arriving.

"How can you be so sure? We almost lost him last time." Gordon's small voice responded, the sound almost breaking his older brother's hearts. "What if the smoke makes him stop breathing again?"

Looking at John, Scott frowned. How could he tell his brother everything was going to be okay when deep down, the same fear was manifesting itself inside of him? The memory of hearing Alan's gasp of air still replaying over and over in his head every night he closed his eyes.

Placing the board down, they signaled for a paramedic to come forward. Taking hold of Gordon's hand, John squeezed it. Placing his other hand on his brother's shoulder, the blonde allowed a small smile to graze his lips. "We have to have faith, Gordo. Faith that everything will be okay. Have you ever known anything to stop this family in a fight? I don't know about you, but I feel sorry for whoever gets in our baby brother's way. The moment that kid puts his mind to something, there's no stopping him."

Scott chuckled at the mention of Alan's stubbornness. "No, kidding."

John raised an eyebrow at his only older brother. "Um, Scooter. Pot meet kettle sound familiar?"

Scott glared. "Hush."

John looked back down at Gordon with a satisfied smile. "He'll be fine and so will you, kid. Just facing a few more bumps in the road."

A few bumps in the road were all they could hope for. This day was proving to be challenging, and it wasn't anywhere close to being over with yet.

-TB-

"FERMAT!" Alan screamed as he entered the destroyed hallway on the other side of the auditorium. His eyes scanned through the smoke for any sign of his best friend. "Fermat, where are you!?" he screamed, coughing as the action only irritated his lungs further.

"Alan!" he suddenly heard behind him and smiled as he took in the sight of his best friend. Rushing toward the fifteen-year-old, he hugged him in relief. "You okay?"

"I'm f-f-good! Jake and I noticed the b-b-d-device before it went off. We got out of the way j-just in time!" Fermat smiled.

"Hey, Tracy!" Jake Turella smiled at Alan. "Glad to see you're okay. Been a crazy day, huh?"

"Ha," Alan coughed. "Yeah, you could say that," he smirked at the redheaded senior. "How many of you were on this side?"

"Not a lot," Jake replied. "Just a few. Most had gathered on the other side with the Fire Chief."

Fermat looked down the hallway as Alan knelt next to him, talking to Jake. As Alan helped him up, the kid frowned. "Alan," he spoke, noticing a hooded figure down the hallway. "Look!"

Alan turned toward where Fermat was pointing. For a split second, he and the figure seemed to stare at each other, the person's face disguised by the hood. That split second was all Alan needed to be enraged. Rushing past his brother and father who had just entered the hallway behind Brains, the track senior ran after the figure.

"Alan!" Virgil and Jeff called after the youngest, but nothing stopped the blonde as he tackled the hooded figure to the ground.

Ignoring his injured shoulder, Alan fought with the figure as they collided with the ground. The backpack the individual had been carrying went flying, its contents scattering. Yanking the person's hood down, Alan was pushed back, almost colliding into a set of doors that entered into the band room. "Tommy Newton?" Alan said in disbelief. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Nothing that concerns you," the dark-haired sophomore spat, picking himself off the floor.

Alan glared at the younger student. Pushing himself up the wall, he stared down the accused Wharton firestarter. "You did this, didn't you?" Glancing at the scattered contents of the backpack, Alan's temper rose. "It was you and Aaron! You're responsible for everything! What is wrong with you!?" he yelled, shoving the teen.

"This is nothing short than what you all deserve," Tommy said, glaring at Alan. "You have no right to lecture me, Tracy. You all live in your glass houses, living the perfect life."

"You're crazy," Alan coughed, shaking his head in disgust. He turned to look to his left down the hallway and met the concerned faces of his family.

"I'd watch who you call crazy," a voice spoke, entering the smoke-filled hall.

Alan turned to see Aaron Edwards, sneering with rage. The sophomore had a gun pointed right at him.

TBC…

Well then….

I'm on the countdown to January 3rd, folks! So….I'm pumping the rest out as fast as I can. I don't fancy I'll be up to much writing right after my surgery. Honestly not super excited about the surgery in general, BUT life goes on! Hope you're ready for the end because we're almost there :D