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A/N: Here's the update a few of you have been asking - or in the case of Criminally Charmed demanding (j/k, CC…maybe) – to know what was happening on the plane. Hope you enjoy it. Mystikstorm and sam1

Chapter 22

Less than an hour away from Tracy Island, Virgil and Gordon were having a friendly game of cards. Though friendly to the Tracys meant competitive. Neither of the two men had liked being delegated to mere passengers. As such, they had also been trying to come up with some pranks to get back at their eldest and youngest brothers.

"Are you kidding? I don't repeat my pranks like that, Virg." Gordon shook his head. "No wonder none of yours seem to work too well."

It wasn't just his lack of expertise in pulling off an elaborate prank like Gordon, Virgil wasn't feeling any better. In fact, his head was pounding relentlessly. Virgil glared at his younger brother but before he could say anything the warning alarms blared throughout the plane and they were bounced around in their chairs. Nauseous and finding it harder to focus, he tried to reach out to his brother. Only to find that he couldn't extend his arm. His vision narrowed and then faded altogether.

Buckling his seat belt, Gordon tried to bite back a groan. His last dose of pain medications was wearing off and being jostled about was not what he needed right now. He looked over to check on his brother. "Virgil? VIRGIL?" Shaking his brother's arm, he felt the panic building. "HELP! SCOTT! SCOTT, GET BACK HERE!"

In the cockpit, Alan and Scott had their hands full with keeping the plane under control. The two brothers had flown together enough times to instinctively know what the other was doing. And Alan had been the youngest brother long enough to know that as soon as Gordon cried out for help that Scott would jump up. "GO! I can handle things until you get back." Daring to glance away from the control panel and windshield, he smirked. "I'm a big boy now, Scotty. I'm potty-trained and can even feed myself."

Scott paused a moment longer then patted his baby brother on the top of his head. "I know you can." With that he was out of his seat and rushing towards the passenger cabin. His sharp eyes took in the trickle of blood coming from Virgil's mouth and the steadier flow coming from his nose.

Gordon's cries for help hadn't abated but were now mixed with pleas for Virgil to wake up. "C'mon, Virg, wake up." He shifted his fear glazed eyes when Scott moved into his peripheral vision. "Scott, he's bleeding."

Scott had taken just one step towards his brothers when Virgil started twitching in his seat. The twitching gave way to convulsions that caused him to slip out of his chair. Gordon reached out to grab his older brother only to wrench his back. "Damn it." His face paled and he fell back in his seat unable to do anything more than try to breathe through the pain. Through the pained haze, he dimly noted that the plane had stopped bouncing with the turbulence. "About damned time."

"ALAN, PUT A DISTRESS CALL TO TRACY ISLAND! HAVE BRAINS PREP THE INFIRMARY AND TO BE STANDING BY!" Scott's voice boomed throughout the cabin and cockpit.

Alan hollered back, "Already ahead of you on that, Scott. Brains will be waiting as requested." He'd heard everything in the passenger cabin as he'd flipped on the intercom system. He was a lot like his older brothers and hated to be kept out of the loop when one of them was sick or injured.

Scott dropped down on his knees next to his convulsing brother. He knew that there was nothing he could do for him other than try to keep him from hitting his head. Ever observant when it came to his brothers, he'd noticed Gordon's gasp of pain. He spotted the younger man's carryon bag and reached for it. Digging into the side pocket, he found his red-haired brother's pain medication. "Here, Gordon."

He watched his little brother dry swallow the pills then turned his attention back to Virgil. He'd moved him away from where he might hit his head and waited until the convulsions stopped. His hand shaking slightly, he reached out and felt for his brother's pulse. A ragged exhale and a slight smile at Gordon was all he could manage to show his relief. Virgil's pulse was strong though fast which he attributed to the seizure.

Blood continued to trickle from his mouth and nose albeit a bit slower. Scott looked around for something to wipe his brother's face but found nothing. Since nothing was readily available and he refused to leave his brother's side, he ripped off his t-shirt. Gently, he wiped the blood away and rolled him on his side in the recovery position.

"What the hell happened to him, Scotty?" As usual, Gordon wasn't prepared to mince words. His worry for his big brother added to the pain he was in made his bluntness even more pronounced.

Brushing back Virgil's hair, Scott shrugged. "I don't know, Gords. Was he complaining of a headache or anything?"

"Not really. I mean, he didn't say anything. We were playing cards and talking." He looked down at the unconscious form of his brother. "He looked a bit pale but he denied feeling bad when I asked him earlier. Damn it, Scotty, why are you guys so damned stubborn and refuse to admit when you don't feel well or are hurt?"

Incredulous, Scott couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his mouth. "If that isn't a case of pot calling the kettle black."

"I am nowhere near as bad as you lot." Scott chuckled at Gordon's denial much to the red-head's chagrin. "I'm not."

"Yes, you are." Alan's disembodied voice argued. "Who was the one who didn't tell us that he was having back spasms?"

Scott glanced at his watch and then back to his still unconscious brother. "Alan, how…"

"We're about fifteen minutes out," Alan interrupted. "I suggest that you get Virgil and yourself fastened in."

Even though the Tracy brothers were in great physical condition, Scott was breathing hard by the time he had managed to get Virgil fastened into his seat. "Virg, either I'm going to have to step up my weight lifting or you're going to have to go on a diet." His stress levels were high and though he was nowhere near as bad as Gordon, he had to make inane comments to relieve some of that stress.

Gordon chuckled at his older brother's comment. He opened his mouth to make some wisecrack when Scott cut him off. "No comments from the peanut gallery, Gords." Feeling the plane lose altitude, Scott quickly sat in the seat next to Virgil and fastened his seat belt.

"Is everyone fastened in?" Alan's voice carried back from the cockpit.

"Yes. Is Brains standing by?" Scott asked, partially focused on Virgil.

"Yep, and Scott, can you please wait til I power down the plane before you try opening the hatch?" Alan knew that his oldest brother was on edge with worry. He'd grown up in a home where laughter was a mostly positive way to combat tension and stress.

Scott rolled his eyes and muttered, "Open the hatch too early one time and nobody forgets."

"That's because Dad had just taxied near the hangar and Alan was right next to you when you opened it. You about gave the old man a heart attack when Alan screamed from outside of the plane. You were the only thing keeping him from bouncing onto the tarmac." Gordon kept his eyes trained on Virgil, looking for any sign of him waking.

"If I remember correctly, the little monster was screaming, "Wheeee" and laughing like a maniac."

"Now I know why I'm such an adrenaline junkie," Alan said. "Thanks for that, Scott."

Scott grinned at Gordon. "No problem and thanks, guys, for trying to distract me."

"That's what we're here for. Well, that and to annoy, prank, and bug you whenever given a chance," Gordon said, grinning.

A soft groan had Scott jerking around in his seat. He stared at his chestnut haired brother. "Virg?"

His eyes gradually opened and he gazed around the cabin, confused. "Where…where are John and Kerrie?" They all felt a slight bump as the plane touched down. Virgil's head lolled to the side and he tried to focus on Scott. "Scotty…I don't feel so…" His eyes rolled back in his head.

"VIRGIL?" Scott reached out to shake his brother to no avail.

Gordon unfastened his seat belt and struggled to his feet. "VIRG? C'mon, man, wake up."

"Guys, someone needs to open the hatch now," Alan ordered. He had powered down the plane and was quickly logging his post flight paperwork. He wanted to make sure that the plane was ready to go if needed.

Scott had the hatch opened and was practically dragging Brains towards Virgil. "He woke up for a moment then passed out again."

"O-ok-okay, calm d-down." He pushed the younger man aside and checked Virgil's vitals. "C-can you g-g-get him on the st-st-stretcher?"

As carefully as he could manage, Scott picked his younger brother up in a fireman's carry. "Alan, can you help Gordon?"

"HEY, I'm quite capable of taking care of myself. You just need to get our brother to the infirmary." He knew his brother was torn between the two injured brothers but Gordon knew he was much better off than Virgil.

Brains knew that Scott would argue the point so he intervened. "S-Sc-Scott, move it. Gordon kn-knows that Alan w-w-will help him if n-ne-nec-need be."

With one last glance at his youngest brothers, Scott nodded and ducked out of the plane. He and Brains hurried to get Virgil secured to the gurney. They took off at a fast pace towards the elevator that would take them near the infirmary.

A lone figure paced the hallway in front of the door to the infirmary. As soon as the elevator doors opened, he ran towards them. "What the hell happened, Scott?"

"We hit some turbulence and then Gordon started screaming for help. I didn't know what had happened until I made it to the passenger cabin. Dad…He was bleeding from his mouth and nose. He was unconscious and just as I reached him, he started convulsing."

They burst through the infirmary doors, startling John. "VIRGIL!"

As if he heard his brother's cry, Virgil forced his eyes open. His vision was blurry and the lights were sending spears of shooting pain through his head. "J-John?"

"Yeah, it's me, little brother." A pointed look from his dad kept him on his bed. He was patient and knew that he'd manage to get to his brother's side in due time.

"I don' feel s'good…hurts…" Swallowing hard, he tried to fight down the bile that was threatening to come up.

"What hurts, Son?"

Weakly, Virgil struggled to focus his bleary gaze on his dad. "Dad?" He blinked a couple of times then lost the fight to keep from getting sick all over himself, stretcher, and floor. Once again, he fell unconscious.

Jeff ran his hand through his hair. The worry he felt for Virgil was ratcheting up along with the worry he felt for John. "And didn't I hear Brains say something about Gordon having back spasms? I need a cup of coffee."