And chapter 6 guys!

DISCLAIMER: ME: John my dear boy, would you do the honours?
JOHN: Don't mind me...I'm just a metaphysical phenomenon of your subconscious mental faculty... in other words, anything you recognise here is most likely works of masterpieces owned by Gerry Anderson, that includes Stingray, any of my brothers and ME! Any things/ones you don't recognise belong to this gal up here!

He felt quite bad that he had put the phone down on his brother, truth is, he didn't want to talk to his other siblings, let alone go see them. He had gotten the call from his dad a few days ago. He had said it was important and that all of his brothers had to turn up, so him being the 'good' kid, he had booked a flight not long afterwards.

How he was regretting that now.

He didn't know why though, he thought he did before but now everything just didn't make any sense. He had found out that Scott had kept in contact with John and Virgil and that he and Alan had been left out of the circle while the two remained close. He looked up at the board. He had two hours until he was due to board his plane, despite the fact he had told Virgil that he had to board there and then. Better turn my cell phone off.With a quick click of a few buttons, Gordon was gone from the world... he looked up at the TV in the corner of the waiting room, only to see several swimmers try out for the Olympics. Shame I can't be there. He remembered only a few years ago he had won gold for the butterfly stroke. He, however, remembered it like yesterday.

"In 1st place is Gordon Tracy for the USA!" the crowd roared as those 9 words were read out. It would have been much better if it wasn't for the shooting pain running through his legs.Cramp. He hated the thing. Michael Phelps Jr, his coach, pulled him out of the water, into a bear hug.

"You did it Torpedo! You did it!" he started laughing as his coach used his nickname.

"You didn't think I could?" he carried on laughing as he stepped away from his coach and onto the stand. He wasn't paying attention to the names being called out, and only really came out of his shock when the gold medal was placed around his neck.

His life was a blur after that. He had signed up for WASP during his training for the Olympics, finishing them off just after he won the race. Not long after, he became an official member of WASP however, the rivalries didn't stop there. Troy Tempest, another trainee of WASP, was, despite the 5 year age gap, Gordon's arch nemesis during his training. He was also the man who nearly sent Gordon to an early grave; instead, he put him in hospital for 4 months.

Gordon shuddered at the memory.

He had been challenged by Tempest, in an attempt to see who was the better captain, at a hydrofoil race. It was simple. A textbook course. Only it didn't end so well. The race consisted of Gordon and Rodney (A friend and another trainee) in one hydrofoil, and Tempest and a guy named Phones in the other. What neither of them expected was for one of the foils on Tempest's boat to come flying off, causing a direct hit with Gordon's hydrofoil, sending him and Rodney flying in the air and later becoming trapped under the debris.

He doesn't deserve to be the captain of Stingray,he thought angrily as he remembered watching the news about him becoming the newest captain for the submarine that should have been his.

He laughed bitterly. Alan had said that Gordon was better off not there, that all things happened for a reason.

"C'mon Gordy! You're better than him anyway, clearly much better than him if you are 5 years younger than him. All's not lost, I mean, there's the Olympics to go back to and I'm sure there will be another-"

"I didn't want another Alan! I'd be damned surprised if I can either go back into WASP after everything!" Alan just stared at him.

"Do you know what the worse thing is? The worse thing is not knowing if I'm coming out of here walking or if I'm gonna be stuck in a bloody wheelchair like an old man before my 21st birthday!" he ranted.

"Gordon Cooper Tracy. You don't know if that's gonna happen." Alan started, "Sorry, you know that won't happen because you're too determined to let this go. You will walk again Gordon; you just have to believe in yourself." And with that he left.

He'd came back after that a few times but since then, he hadn't seen much of his brother. He looked up to the boarding screen, only to see he was meant to be boarding in a few minutes. Better get going.

"Scott, I'm just off to get Gordon, do you mind if I take your bike?" John whispered, poking his head around the corner, not knowing if he was asleep, but as predicted, he was. Well, as long as nothing happens, he won't know.

He walked out of the airport into the hot Kansas heat, "There's no place like home!" he muttered to himself. To be honest, he was quite happy with returning home and despite what he had said about him being pissed off at his brothers, he was actually looking forward to seeing them. Without paying much attention to the people around him, he was about to enter a cab when he heard someone call his name.

"Gordon! Over here!"

He looked up to see his second favourite- if he could say that- brother, waiting for him by a bike.

"John?!" he practically yelled.

"That's my name, don't wear it out!"

"Johnny!" they both smiled and ran over to each other.

"Wow, it's been awhile, you're all grown up Fish face." John laughed.

"Yeah, it has. How's everything with you?"

"Not bad, been busy with a few things, and being back here... well." He just smiled.

"Anyways, we best be heading back, I kinda took the bike without telling Scott, he'll kill me if we're out too long."

"I didn't even know you drove Johnny." Gordon said looking slightly disappointed at what John said.

"Yeah, well, you learn a few things at NASA, you know?" He grinned.

"And Gordy?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad you're back."