Thank you so much once again - especially Whirlgirl and Nikki. Hope you like this next part.

Gordon had managed to find himself a vantage point looking over the low lying buildings. The morning had been spent scouting around them. He had found a few locked ones, but didn't force the lock. He wanted to know for sure where Scott was before drawing attention to himself. But as the day drew on, hunger gnawed at him and he knew he wasn't going to be much help if he passed out from lack of food. He scrambled up the hill until a sparse few trees offered him a hiding place. He had been using the buildings for cover before, but it was too close to his mysterious enemy for him to stay there. Not to mention he couldn't see what was going on from down there. Gordon made sure he was hidden before breaking into the rations he had brought with him.

Eating hungrily, he kept a careful watch on the complex in front of him. He couldn't figure it out. He hadn't seen anyone so far, although he knew at least two people had to be on the island – Scott and whoever had taken him. The buildings were sturdy but old and Gordon wondered if this had been a base for some sort of operation years ago that had now been taken over. It was eerie how quiet it was and Gordon vowed that he was going to break every lock he found once he finished lunch. He hadn't seen anyone else and knew if he wanted to free Scott, he was going to have to bust some locks. It was worth the risk now he had checked out the area. The sooner he found his brother and they could leave this place, the better.

He had just finished taking a swig of water when a bang made him jump. He instantly checked his position but realised he was still alone. He looked back at the buildings. Then he frowned, dropped to his stomach and edged forward. One of the doors was wide open and judging by the bang, Gordon knew it had to have been forced. Gordon backed up and packed up swiftly. Hoisting the bag onto his back, he pressed himself low to the ground and edged forward again. This was the first sign of movement he had seen the entire time he had been here and he was not about to lose a chance to find Scott.

Crawling as far forward as he dared, Gordon smirked as he reached the edge. It dropped away in a sharp decline – another pace forward and he would fall. His brothers and father had always told him not to get too close to the edge and here he was, doing as he was told. But then his attention was drawn back to the building and he gasped before smiling as someone emerged. It wasn't the creep but the other person Gordon was convinced was on the island. There was no mistaking the military uniform even from this distance and Gordon knew his brother well enough to recognise him as he stumbled from the building. He was weaving slightly and Gordon felt his anger stir as he realised Scott probably hadn't had any sustenance since arriving here. That would not be enough to stop his brother though and Scott continued to move. But to Gordon's utmost surprise, his brother didn't immediately dash from the area as fast as he could. Despite that being what Gordon would have done, he instead moved towards another building.

"What the hell-?" Gordon muttered, climbing to his feet but not taking his eyes off the scene. Scott checked the area, but continued his approach. Gordon couldn't deny the bad feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. Something about this that didn't seem right, although Gordon couldn't put his finger on what was troubling him so much. His legs were braced; he wanted to race down to his brother and reassure himself Scott was really alright and get out of here as fast as possible. But he knew as soon as he moved, he would lose sight of what was happening.

As Scott approached the door, Gordon froze. He didn't know what he expected to happen. But he wasn't quick enough to muffle his cry as Scott was suddenly blasted off his feet. The door had been rigged with something and Gordon snapped into action. Then he stumbled to a stop again. Another figure had instantly appeared from around the building. Gordon knew he must have been there the whole time, hidden in the shadows and waiting for Scott to try and open the door. Gordon shuddered. He had been watching the buildings for some time and yet had no idea that man was there. What else had he missed? Gordon reckoned someone was in the building; his brother wouldn't have risked it for anything else. His fury increased ten-fold as Scott's back arched. He told himself it was only in his imagination that Scott had cried out. But he knew it wasn't true.

This time, Gordon didn't hesitate. He hurtled down the slope, skidding to a stop at the bottom and forcing himself to move at a steadier pace. He couldn't help Scott if the creep found out he was here. Catching his breath so it couldn't give him away, Gordon used the buildings for cover as he worked his way towards the centre, trying to remember where Scott had been. It was harder to tell from down here compared to the hill, but Gordon kept moving. He had worked out the lay-out that morning and was sure he knew where he was going.

He found the building Scott had been attempting to enter. There was a strange hum he couldn't place, but there were no windows that Gordon could peer through. He had no idea what was in there that Scott had deemed so important. Deciding that wasn't his priority, Gordon followed the drag marks that his brother once again had made when his captor had pulled him away. It led to a smaller building…and the door was still open. Gordon stole forward, hiding in the shadows as he peered in, watching what was happening.

Scott was motionless, but he wasn't alone. The creep was crouched over his brother and Gordon drew back quickly when the man started to straighten up. He had seen enough; his brother was chained to the floor - however Scott had got out before, he wouldn't be doing the same thing now. Part of him wanted to shoot this man multiple times before getting his brother home, but reason stayed his hand. Whoever this was, he had knocked Scott out without touching him. For all Gordon knew, he had done something to his brother. Gordon was not going to be the reason why anything else happened to Scott, not when he had come here to save him. It took every ounce of self-control that he possessed, but Gordon backed away from the door. He scuffed out his own footprints and hid around the side of the building – just in time. Scott's captor was walking out of the door.

For a split second, Gordon thought he had been spotted as the man looked his way. Ducking, he sprinted around the building, finding himself back where Scott had dropped. He couldn't see the entrance to Scott's prison; for all he knew, the man was keeping guard there. He needed a plan to get Scott out. But as he stood there thinking, Gordon realised he was once again beside the other prison. Wondering what was so important, Gordon stretched out a hand, only to catch himself at the last moment. Something about this door had dropped Scott quicker than Gordon had been able to shout a warning and he was not about to make the same mistake.

He reached out and picked up a small leaf from the ground before throwing it at the door. The second it touched, it burst into flames with a sizzling noise before floating to the ground. Gordon blew out a long breath, a frown on his face. Where was John when he needed him? Or Virgil for that matter, for he was sure either of his older brothers would have been able to deactivate the current protecting the door. But just as he thought there was no way he was going to be able to approach, he saw something off to one side that changed his mind. A small smile spread over his face as he took a couple of steps to the side, wondering just how desperate Scott had been if he had missed it. Just next to the door, almost out of sight was a small black box. Gordon knew he wasn't the smartest out of the brothers, but even he knew how to open a fuse box and yank every wire he could see. Desperately hoping that he hadn't set off any alarms, he picked up another leaf and repeated his earlier experiment. The leaf simply fluttered to the ground on colliding with the door.

Gordon approached cautiously. He used the butt of his gun to break the lock and heaved at the door, forcing his way inside. Scott was hurt – he didn't have time to be quiet any more. But if Scott was hurt, it was going to take time to move him. Time Gordon didn't have. If he could free this person first, he could then get his brother and go. He wanted to leave as soon as he had Scott, not save someone else. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the light, the dimness a shock after the bright sunshine outside. But after a few seconds, he realised he wasn't alone. Someone was huddled against the far side and Gordon moved fast. He didn't know who it was, but that didn't matter. Scott had been prepared to risk his freedom to get this person out, the least Gordon could do was make sure he was alright.

As he approached, he realised it wasn't going to be that easy. The person was curled up, his arms wrapped around his knees and his face hidden away. He could see there was a single chain fastened to his ankle. The way he seemed to be rocking slightly gave Gordon more of a cause for concern.

"Hey," he murmured quietly. He approached and crouched down, but didn't know what else to do. "I'm here to help you. I'm going to get you out. Can you tell me your name?"

"Do it, do it, do it, must do it, do, do, do it…"

Gordon froze, his eyes going wide and he felt sick. Whoever this person had been, it was not who they were now. He glanced around for some clue of what had been done to drive him to this, but nothing revealed itself. Unbidden, the memory of the creep dropping his brother without touching him sprung into Gordon's mind and he swore. Whoever this lunatic was, he had somehow got into his prisoner's head. And Scott had been here, at his mercy.

Knowing he couldn't waste any more time, Gordon moved forward. The man didn't seem to be aware of his presence as Gordon pulled a couple of small tools from his belt and made short work of picking the lock around his ankle. He knew he couldn't take this man with him to get Scott out; he didn't know what state his brother was in. Scott came first. Gordon didn't care if it was harsh thinking on his behalf – he was not going to risk Scott's safety because he had his hands full with someone already broken. He was going to have to come back after all - in this state, the man could give them away faster than Gordon could blink.

After promising that he would be back – and not knowing if he had been heard - Gordon reluctantly backed away. It went against his nature to leave someone like this, but knew it was only going to be for a short time. He hoped now the man was unchained, it would be enough to calm him down.

Just as the dim light had startled him, Gordon blinked a few times in the sunshine before hastily glancing around. There was no movement; it didn't look as if anyone had seen him. Pulling on the door, Gordon pulled it to, making sure he didn't shut it properly but buying himself some more time if anyone were to walk past. It didn't look obviously open.

But the find had shaken him and Gordon wanted to get to Scott more than ever, Just because his brother was alive didn't mean he was okay, not if this prisoner was anything to go by. He needed Scott to yell at him for disobeying orders by coming out here and then he knew he would be fine. If Scott was anything like that man however… Gordon stopped his thoughts there. Positive thinking had got him this far, he was not going to lose his brother to the doubts in his mind now.

He ran back to Scott's prison, once again checking that no one seemed to be watching him. It crossed his mind that the creep could be inside, but Gordon refused to dwell on it. Despite wanting to just burst in, he forced himself to check the door carefully and it paid off. Scott's door had also been electrified. Gordon threw a rock at the fuse box this time, grinning as it sparked angrily and the low humming noise around the door stopped. Hurrying forward, he broke the lock, but then frowned when the door didn't open. Only at the last moment did he see the heavy bolt just within his reach and, fingers scrambling, he slowly drew it back. Somehow, it was reassuring. If the door needed to be secured more than the other prisoner's, then it meant that Scott was resisting. It also soothed Gordon's worries over the maniac – he had to be on the outside if the door was bolted.

With the locks drawn back, Gordon set his shoulder to the door and pushed, allowing it to open. The building was dark and for a moment, he was yet again blind. But as his eyes adjusted, he felt his heart jump into his mouth at seeing a figure curled up on the floor with his back to the door.

Surely Scott had to be faking it?

"Scott?" His heart in his mouth, Gordon stepped into the darkness, not being sure what he was about to find.

TBTB

Scott could feel the cuffs back around his wrists before consciousness properly returned to him. He stubbornly kept his eyes shut as he pulled and it came as no surprise when he only had a limited amount of movement before he was pulled up short. Sighing, he opened his eyes, knowing what he was going to see before he looked. He was right; he was back where he had started. Once again he was cuffed to the floor, but something told Scott there would be no weak link this time. That didn't stop him from wrapping the chain around his foot and trying to force his leg out straight, attempting to make it give slightly.

After just a few moments, Scott fell back, panting. He could still feel trembles running through his body and knew that he couldn't have been out for that long this time if the shocks were still making themselves known. His leg was screaming at him but he forced himself to ignore it. He had to ignore the pain if he wanted to get out of here. He must have been unconscious just long enough for the maniac to lock him back up. But how was he supposed to get out of here when he was up against someone who seemed to be able to knock him out from a distance?

For the first time, Scott was beginning to understand how Kevin had broken. The whole situation was impossible!They were trained to escape – find a weakness and exploit it until freedom was the result. He had been doing that - and had got away only to find the whole thing had been a trap. Did this man even have any weaknesses? Scott shook his head. He refused to believe that. Everyone had a weakness; he just needed more time to figure it out. He was going to get out of there, destroy the weapon and take Kevin home. Failing was not an option; Scott wasn't going to let it happen. He had sworn all along that he would not be the next man to go missing and he stuck by that promise. He was going home.

Once he had worked out how to get out of the chains, at least.

The small cuts littering his fingers from his first escape had barely stopped bleeding before Scott opened them up again, attempting to scrabble his way free of the chains. The Hood might have been bluffing; there could be a genuine loose link this time. How much time passed while he clung to that thought, Scott had no idea. But eventually, his hand slipped from the chain and he couldn't bring his fingers to grip it again. He was trembling too much. Then he realised the shakes might have nothing to do with the shock he had been given. When was the last time he had eaten or drunk? How long had he even been here for? Thanks to his blackout and the lack of daylight in his prison, he had absolutely no idea and that scared him.

Had word already been sent to his family that he was dead? Had WASP moved from the area as soon as they saw the plane go down? Had Gordon… Scott froze, his heart pounding hard. He had seen the smoke pouring from his plane as he had plummeted. He knew full well that it would have been visible for all to see as he dropped from the sky. The smoke would have been everyone's sign that this whole mission was futile.

And his little brother would have only been able to stand there and watch, believing that Scott was dead. Suddenly, it didn't matter whether word had been sent to the others. Words could be denied. But Gordon had seen it and Scott knew a sight like that would not leave his brother's mind any time soon. It was more important than ever to get back. He had to make sure Gordon knew he was okay, he had to make sure his little brother was alright. The thought fuelled him, give him a strength that he had been previously lacking. Scott once again wrapped the chain around his foot and kicked out as hard as he could.

This time, he didn't stop. It didn't matter how much he was aching or how much his body was screaming at him, Scott was determined to get out. He only paused when he slipped, rolling onto his side and realised he was panting. Letting out a shout of frustration, he gave one last angry kick and curled up.

He shivered. He wasn't sure if it was the temperature or his reaction to everything. Would the Hood leave him in here and let him starve to death or would he come back? Scott hoped it was the latter - he had more chance of working out the man's weaknesses if he was at least in the same room. He also couldn't spring out at him again if Scott could see him. Still, Scott couldn't deny that the thought of the Hood being in there scared him. He would never admit it, but knowing there was something about the man that he couldn't fight sent shudders down his spine.

His concern over what would happen next didn't last for long. He managed to sit up and had gone back to tugging on the chains again when he heard the sound of a bolt being drawn back. He realised he had to be in a different building to before – there had been no bolt then. But he couldn't dwell on that now. He made to brace himself and then changed his mind at the last moment. Instead, he curled back up again, his back to the door as he heard it opening. If the Hood wanted a reaction from him, he was going to have to come in himself. For a moment, there was silence. But then came a voice that Scott certainly wasn't expecting to hear.

"Scott?"

Despite telling himself it was some sort of trick, Scott sat up so fast his head spun and he almost toppled. But even after blinking rapidly for a moment, he knew what he was seeing was real. His little brother was somehow standing opposite him. Gordon's whole body was tense and there was an unreadable expression in his eyes even the dim lighting of the room couldn't hide. But as Scott moved, a smile spread across his face and then Gordon was moving.

"Wha-?" Scott could only gape, his eyes darting to the door as he tried to get some moisture in his mouth. He didn't know how long it had been since he last had a drink - adrenaline had kept him going. Gordon dropped to the floor next to him and Scott sat there – unmoving - as Gordon pulled a lock pick from his belt and set about freeing his wrists from the cuffs.

"How are you here?" Scott's eyes darted anxiously towards the door and he kept his voice down, acutely aware of how fast his heart was pounding. Gordon glanced up at him before turning his attention back to the task at hand.

"I teleported, how else?" he deadpanned and Scott grinned despite it hurting to do so. One hand was freed and he didn't wait, pulling Gordon into a brief hug before plucking the lock pick from his hand and setting to work on the other wrist himself. Gordon grinned and Scott looked away. It wasn't military training to learn how to pick locks. But Gordon wasn't the only one who had picked things up in their youth. He had to wonder if John had taught Gordon as well as him – although where John had learnt was still beyond the oldest brother.

Gordon fell back and watched him but Scott was aware there was something deeply troubling his brother. Something greater than finding his older sibling chained up on a supposedly deserted island after watching him be shot down.

Scott gave Gordon a moment to collect himself while he freed the chains, but then took hold of his brother's shoulders, forcing Gordon to look him in the eye.

"What is it?" For a moment, he didn't think that Gordon was going to respond, but he eventually sighed.

"I found your friend. Scott, he's not good…"

"I know. But I'm not leaving here without him." Scott made sure there was only determination in his tone. He knew Kevin would slow them down and even if they got him off the island, it could already be too late. But he meant what he said: he didn't leave without Kevin. Gordon nodded and Scott knew his brother understood. He grinned and tried to stand, only for his legs to buckle, his vision swimming as darkness threatened to overwhelm him again. But unlike the previous few times, there was someone to keep him grounded this time. Gordon followed him up, his hand resting under Scott's elbow. He didn't need to do much, his presence was enough for Scott to take a deep breath and clear his head slightly. He focused on escaping, knowing it would keep him going.

"Where's the Hood?" he asked quietly as he took a slightly shaky step towards the door. His leg throbbed, reminding him that he was injured and he was again grateful for Gordon's presence as his brother stopped him from falling.

"The creep? I don't know, I haven't seen him since he locked you back in here."

"I'm sure the rest of your team will stop him from getting away," Scott muttered, taking another step. But then he stopped, almost feeling the nerves running through Gordon. He turned and even in the dim light saw his brother flush.

He had to ask, even if his stomach rolled unpleasantly.

"Gordon?" His voice was controlled and steady. "Where are the rest of your men?"

Gordon shrugged, a sheepish look on his face. "However many miles north of here in the middle of the sea on a big boat?"

"Gordon!" Scott managed to keep his voice down, his words a hiss rather than a shout. "You mean to tell me that no one knows where you are?"

"Frankie does. And now you do…and whoever your friend is. So technically that is not true."

"You came out here without orders, didn't you?"

Gordon lifted his gaze, meeting Scott's eyes head on. There was a defiant and challenging expression in his look.

"So what if I did? I can easily…"

"Thank you."

"… chain you back… what?"

"I said thank you," Scott muttered with a small laugh, reaching out and ruffling his brother's hair. Gordon was staring at him with a shocked expression.

"Come on," Scott continued. He limped a few steps towards the door before looking back and waiting for Gordon to move. "Let's go home."

Gordon nodded and hurried forward, falling in step with Scott. Just as the older brother was about to take another step, he was stopped by Gordon's hand on his arm. Surprised, Scott looked over at the younger man, finding Gordon watching him with an unreadable expression on his face.

"Answer me this truthfully. Are you okay? I saw him drop you, Scott. You went out like a light. I've seen what he has done to that other guy. You aren't about to flip out on me are you?"

Knowing that Gordon was partly asking in concern and partly because he genuinely needed to know whether Scott's mind was still intact, Scott smiled gently.

"I'm okay, Gords. Could murder a drink and wouldn't say no to a burger either. But I'm okay."

Gordon let out a noise that sounded disbelieving, but it seemed to settle his nerves and the two brothers moved towards the door again.

"Do we have a plan at all?" Scott eventually asked as they both paused. Somehow, it came as no surprise when Gordon shook his head. His brother had always done things spontaneously. Still, he had got there without being detected. The same could not be said for anyone else who had attempted to approach the island.

"Right. I'll follow your lead then."

"What?"

Scott chuckled at the disbelieving look Gordon sent him. "You're in better shape than me and you must have seen more of the layout than me."

"You outrank me."

"So?"

"And you're my big brother."

"Meaning I'll never follow your lead again so make the most of it, Squirt."

Gordon gave him a salute and Scott felt there might have been have even been a shred of sincerity in the action even as he slipped out of the door. Scott waited until he heard his brother whistle and slipped out himself, keeping his movements low and steady so as not to draw any unwanted attention. He would follow Gordon's lead…unless the Hood appeared. Then he would do whatever it took to make sure the creep didn't get his hands on his little brother.

But the way seemed to be clear and Scott swiftly limped from building to building after Gordon, ignoring the throbbing pain in his leg when he realised his brother was taking him back to Kevin. He didn't have the chance to warn Gordon about the door before the younger man had darted in. It was only then that Scott saw the destroyed fuse box and rolled his eyes. He didn't have long to wait until Gordon reappeared, Kevin over his shoulder. The pilot seemed to be unconscious, but Gordon gave Scott an unapologetic look. Scott nodded his understanding; it was the only way they were going to get Kevin out.

It was time to get out of this place for once and for all. But Scott knew this was where everything could go wrong.