Im super sleepy so I apologize for it not making any sense should that happen! But I got a request a while back from and a guest (honestly wouldnt be suprised if it was her both times lol) for one involving physical pain

It had started with the bruises.

Scott had noticed them when Alan had come home for spring break, a year following the attack on the island, and when Alan had met his gaze, followed it and saw what his brother was seeing, his eyes widened and he immediately pulled his shirt sleeve down.

When questioned about it by said older brother at a later time with less people around to witness it, Alan had more or less blown up in his face. The phrase "Its nothing" was used even though it was obviously something and the statement "Its none of your business" was shouted (quite literally too) in his face a loud as the fourteen year old could shout it (which was pretty freaking loud) even though it was Scott's business when it involved someone or something hurting one of his brothers.

Especially his youngest brother.

But Alan was rather good at avoidance, and even had the 'bring something else up in order to hide what is really going on' scheme down to a Tee when it came to dad. And so, to avoid a large outburst, Scott kept quite about it. Even though he didn't like doing so, he always thought that Alan would come to them if something was truly wrong or it was a situation he couldn't handle.

Scott never knew how wrong he was.

John had been brought into the mess when he had video called Alan while he was at school, and Fermat answered the call, on Alan's personal laptop (the one he let absolutely no one touch) and Fermat had never been as good as Alan in avoidance.

He'd told John about how Alan was currently down in the nurses office getting ice for his eye and lip, both of which were bruised and one of them was split and bloody. He had demanded to know more, why his baby brother was in such a state to begin with but if there was one thing Fermat would not do (like tell them about the missing video feed in the jungle on the day of the attack) was rat out his friends, and Alan was his best friend.

The young genius was saved in the form of Alan returning, his eye black and blue, and a butterfly bandage on his lip as it helped hold it closed. Alan had avoided all eye contact with his space bound brother, not for lack of trying on John's part (he'd even gone as far as waving something shiny in front of the camera in Thunderbird Five) and thanked his lucky stars that he was currently 150,000 miles give or take away from them.

But John was persistent, the blonde elder Tracy was known as the easy tempered Tracy, being that it took quite a lot to rile the mans feathers to the point that he was angry.

And when one calls their baby brother to talk and find out how they were doing only to find their eye black and bruised with a matching colored lip and dried blood on a small butterfly bandage that held the split lip together, well it was enough to piss off anyone, especially John Tracy, whose temper was one to be feared when it bucked its ugly head.

It was so bad that it had been known to frighten some spineless business men to tears, Alan would always think bemusedly (Just like Charles after he had been formally introduced to all of Jeff Tracy's sons as to not make the same mistakes again), but this time it was different, this time it was unbridled fury that was aimed at anyone who dared to touch the younger Tracy blonde. And it was such an anger that Alan almost felt bad for whoever it was that it should have been aimed at (John wondered constantly who that could have been).

"Who am I killing in the most painful and bloody way possible, and getting away with it?"

Alan shook his head though, "Don't worry about it John, its not as bad as it looks"

"Not as bad? Alan, do you not see the blood slowly leaking out of your face? I promise you that, even though I am no doctor and no Virgil, that blood is not meant to be falling from your face like that", John looked decidedly irritated (and maybe worried) that Alan would call all of that 'nothing' and 'not as bad as it looked'.

The blood that the younger Tracy licked away seemed to prove the opposite of what Alan had just tried to prove. He nodded slowly, as if to simply calm John enough so he could convince him that he knew that, and what he had said was clearly true.

"I know that Johnny, but really its not even that bad, it barely even hurts," John gave him 'the' look and Alan had to look away for a moment, "anymore.."

His elder brother suddenly looked softer, more sympathetic, "Allie how can we help if you won't tell us whats going on?"

That, seemed to be the wrong thing to say. For Alan's face darkened and his eyes turned into swirling thunderstorms.

"I don't need your help"

"Alan its ok to admit that you need help"

"I know it is, but I don't need it"

Without so much of a warning, Alan bid him a good night and signed off. Leaving John Tracy staring open mouthed at the black screen up on Thunderbird Five.

Alan had just hung up on him.

Virgil was the next one to join the so called 'party' when Alan's coach had called him, well he had been trying to get a hold of Jeff Tracy who had been away on business, and got a son of the man instead. Virgil was one of the adult sons who were on Alan's school contact list. Coach Skinner had called them telling Virgil that something had happened (something of which Alan was being very tight lipped about) and how the youngest Tracy needed to get a couple stitches. And had asked if Virgil could sign the forms to authorize treatment, even going as far as to offer to send them electronically if that would be more convenient for the Tracy Man.

Virgil had declined them being electronically sent and signed, promising to be there within the hour to sign them in person and see for himself the extent of Alan's injuries in need of stitching.

Virgil had seen many things, being a part of International Rescue and all, but even he had to admit that his baby brother's knee looked all sorts of messed up.

Ouch.

And, gross.

Kneeling down, Virgil gently prodded at the decidedly tender flesh, his eyes coming up to lock onto Alan's and refusing to be dropped.

"Al, what happened bud?"

Alan shook his head and tried to break eye contact with his brother, only to have Virgil shake his head softly and gently grasp his chin with his other hand. Ultimately making it very difficult for Alan to break eye contact. Virgil could see that his brother was so close to admitting to it, to spilling what ever it was that he had been hiding from them. Unbeknownst to the Tracy Medic, Alan was in fact very close to finally simply spilling his beans, he was tired, and didn't want to have to do this anymore, but then his taunts came flashing in his mind as if on repeat permanently and Alan steeled himself.

Wrenching his chin free of his brothers grasp, Alan looked the other way.

"Can you please just sign the papers, please Virge"

The older brother sighed softly as he stood up nodding, as he turned towards the nurse holding onto the forms and reached out for them. Knowing that Alan was fighting a losing battle, and would come to them eventually (hopefully).

Gordon had been invited when Alan had finally had enough of it and asked him for help.

It was a long phone call, one with whispering and one with yelling, all wrapped into one (but never aimed at Alan). Gordon's normally smiling shining face had gone through an array of emotions; confusion, hurt, concern, anger, agony, anger, irritation, rage. Gordon had stayed talking with Alan the entire time, while he motioned for his earth bound brothers (which so happened to be all of them) and his dad as they made their way down to Tracy One.

The others were a bit put out that Alan had opened up to the red-head instead of to them, but Gordon reassured them that there was good reason for that, or at least, a reason that sounded good to Alan anyway. Most of the flight to the school, Gordon hadn't said a word on what Alan had told him over the phone; either trying to wrap his mind around it or trying to ignore it nobody knew. But leave it to Scott to break the ice.

"So what's been going on?"

Everyone looked from the eldest Tracy son and back to Gordon again, the red head sighed heavily before he turned and answered.

"Baby Brother is being..Bullied"

"By another student?"

Gordon looked over at John, the elder having been so quiet the entire time since Alan had called that Gordon had honestly forgotten he was down here again, Gordon shook his head.

"A teacher?"

Gordon took a moment, "Well a teacher of sorts, its one of the assistant coaches actually."

That caught everyone by surprise, why would a coach want to harm Alan? Not only was he the youngest son of the most influential man in the world, but he was also a star athlete. He had beaten his brothers records (even most of Gordon's) early his sophomore year. Wharton's had never quite had an athlete like Alan Tracy, and it would be a very sad day for the athletics department when he graduated.

"But all the coaches love Allie, I mean, he's the schools star player."

Everyone nodded in agreement with John's statement, it was no secret on the favoritism. Gordon even nodded a bit.

"I know. But its not one of the old coaches"

"So its one of the new coaches?"

Scott could remember a time, back towards the beginning of the school year, when Alan had called complaining about one of the new assistant coaches giving him a hard time. And if anyone was going by the look on the eldest Tracy son's face, he was clearly planning said coaches preemptive demise (and how he could make it all look like an accident) Jeff lightly touched his oldest son's arm and shook his head.

He'd have to wait to take it out on whatever was left of the person responsible after Jeff was done with them.

Scott seemed to like the arrangement just fine.

The rest of the flight had been made in silence.

The headmaster of Wharton's Academy, a Mr. Jason Mathers, was a beady balding old man.

He had absolutely no backbone, and was known to cower at the glare of many wealthy and influential parents of the children in his care, but he had never been on the recieving end of Jeff Tracy's fury. And combined with his four elder boys, well least to say, Mr. Mathers was very ashamed to say that he was like putty.

Usually people such as the Tracy family, and others of their status, made it well known when they would be coming to visit the school and their child attending it.

So imagine Jason's surprise when the door to his rooms had been thrown open at 1:15 am, and hassled night watchmen and his secretary running in, turning on his lights and pulling him up out of bed screaming that the Tracy's Family was waiting in the Headmasters office. Jason was immediately pulled out of bed, in his night clothes (which was what some rowdy teenage boys might call a night gown) and not fulling comprehending what the two were shouting, found himself being pulled down the hallway to his office.

If he wasn't awake before that, he surely was now.

He froze in the doorway, eyes widening at the sight before him. Jeff Tracy, surrounded by his four older sons, were standing there in his office. Even in flannel pants and an old t-shirt, the billionaire was still a sight to behold, and a force to reckon with. Still standing silently in his office door, Mathers took in the sight of the other four.

His old eyes fell first on the eldest, Scott Tracy, who was leaning back against his desk, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes hard as they glared back at the Headmaster. Even in a pair of cut-off sweat pants and worn AirForce T-Shirt, the form of Scott Tracy could send shivers a fear down the backs of many men in mere moments.

Then there was John Tracy, who much like his brother, had taken to leaning against the large bookshelf on the other side of the room, his arms were crossed over his chest as well, and his blue eyes that were normally so calm and bright with happiness in any photograph taken of the young man, were full of unbridled fury. And much like his brother, the fact that he was wearing a pair of pajama pants that had little space ships covering them (a gag gift from Alan- John had seen the humor behind it) and an old Nasa shirt, didn't take away anything from the look of that of a person who should not be messed with when angered.

And John Tracy looked beyond angered.

Mathers eyes were drawn to Virgil and Gordon Tracy, last but certainly not least, and he would readily admit that the sight the two gave was one that had sent a shiver of fear down the old man's spine. And that was despite the fact the the young red-head was wearing a bright neon unicorn shirt that on any other man would have made them look less intimidating and more silly.

His eyes were drawn back to Jeff Tracy's, and he was immediately aware of the fact that he was wearing a dress in front of the worlds most important and influential man in the business world, who could easily have him on the unemployment list with a simple flick of his wrist.

Jeff Tracy seemed to be understanding what he was thinking, but never said anything on the matter. He had obviously shown up out of the blue for a reason. The Tracy Patriarch cleared his throat, wanting to get down to business.

"M-Mr. Tracy..To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I would like to speak with a Mr.-Gordon what did you say his name was?"

All eyes turned to look at the redhead man, "Harris"

Mr. Jeff Tracy nodded, and Mather's had a sinking feeling that Coach Harris was going to either end very badly, or he was going to gain something very nice. Jeff's eyes swung back around to face Mather's.

"I would like to speak with Mr. Harris, I have some concerns"

Mather's nodded numbly, silently, as he tried not to flinch under the gazes of the entire Tracy family as he made his way to his desk (that Scott Tracy had not moved from and did not look like he was going to do so any time soon) and picked up his phone to call Coach Harris up to his office.

Hello?

"Dave, yes hello, you need to come up to my office"

There was rustling on the other side of the line as someone clearly rolled out of bed. "Alright, I'm on my way"

And the line went dead. Mather's looked over at Jeff Tracy, from behind Scott's shoulder, and tried to smile a small smile, but his eyes were still hard and there was still something that he wanted.

"I also want Alan here for this as well"

Not very many people could say that they had denied Jeff Tracy (or any of his sons really) and had not lost everything for doing so, and with that in mind, Mather's reached for his phone and dialed up C Dorm's keeper.

*Yawn* Yes?"

"Hey Sue, can you please have young Master Alan Tracy escorted to my office please?"

"Alright Jason, is everything alright?"

"Of Course Sue, just please have him up here as soon as you can"

"He'll be up in a bit"

Mather's thanked her and hung up once more. Mr. Tracy had taken a seat in between his third and fourth youngest sons (Virgil and Gordon) all three of whom still had an icy look about their eyes. No body said anything for the longest time. The silence was so thick that it could be cut with a knife. The door opening fifteen to twenty minutes later announcing the arrival of Coach Harris was the first thing to break the unbearable forced silence that had befallen the room.

Coach Harris took a moment to take in his surroundings and smiled. His eyes unseeingly locked onto Jeff Tracy, and his mind was out the window, immediately flying to awards and money and fame. This was his big break, his final recognition for his training methods of weeding out the weak. Mr. Tracy was here to congratulate him on finally outing his son as a 'fame rider' someone that Anthony Harris described as a person riding on mommy and daddy's coat tails into their fame instead of actually earning it.

Alan Tracy had been riding his high horse for far too long in his opinion, and he had been man enough to knock him down a few pegs.

Jeff Tracy stood up from his seat between Virgil and Gordon and regarded the tormentor of his youngest son. He recognized the look on the mans face before him, and if he were to see his other sons faces (and he didn't have to for him to know that they knew the look on his face too) and he was eerily happy about crushing this mans dreams of fame and glory.

Anthony Harris, or also known as Coach Harris, stuck out his hand, "It is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Tracy"

Jeff regarded the hand with disgust for a moment, before he looked back up at the man and took a step forward. He was grimly happy when the man took a step back, and he frowned when a look of confusion crossed the young coaches face. Obviously this man had been given a job at this school that made him feel too big for his britches.

"Coach Harris, I do believe your name is (Jeff looked briefly from the Headmaster to his son Gordon, who both nodded), could you please enlighten me and my sons as to why you have been harassing and harming my youngest son?"

Anthony Harris shook his head slowly, not fully understanding what was going on here, then his eyes darkened. Alan Tracy had obviously not like that a simple man such as himself had knocked him down from the pegs that he automatically got to walk on because of his fathers successes, not actually used to earning anything in his life what with it being served to him on a silver platter. And had gone and cried to daddy or big brother about it.

"No, Mr. Tracy, there seems to be a bit of a misunderstanding here. Whatever it was that Alan has told you is a lie-"

"Are you calling my little brother a liar?"

John Tracy's voice was deceptively calm. Jeff raised a hand as if to keep his older sons at bay for the time being, before turning to face the pathetic coach in front of him.

"Mr. Harris, if I were you, I would be very careful and think very carefully on what you say from here on out"

The threat was the hidden message. But Anthony Harris was still to caught up in his disillusion of fame and fortune for finally putting that rowdy Tracy brat in his place to actually hear said threat. He shook his head and continued on as if trying to defend himself (and unknowingly digging himself a deeper grave).

"No, of course not, as a coach it is my job to seperate the weak from the strong. In my opinion that boy has been allowed to ride on your successes for far too long and needed to have a reality check. He has to earn fame and a name, not ride on the coat tails of his father and brothers. He has been allowed to ride on a high horse in this school for far too long and I am the one who put a stop to it"

It made Jeff, and his sons, sick to their stomachs at this mans attempt to justify his actions.

"Alan was too used to being served everything on a silver platter and simply needed it knocked into him that he was not better then everyone else just because of his social status."

Unbeknownst to him, Anthony had just signed the warrant for the ending of his coaching career. Virgil cleared his throat, attracting the attention of the people in the room.

"And what about Alan's knee? The one that needed a signature so it could be stitched up?"

The Tracy family's eyes turned as one to the coach standing the entry way of the office. He looked awfully proud for someone who had just ended up on the unemplyment line.

"Young Alan Tracy was trying to show off, to show how much better at soccer then the other hard working boys on that team are, in all honesty, I think it did the boy some good and I'd do it again"

Jeff Tracy raised a hand to stop Anthony mid sentence, his eyes hard, and his sons looking murderous. Instead the Tracy patriarch turned his attention to the Headmaster once more. A fire burning in his eyes, the same fire that burned there when he always ended up getting what he asked for. No, what he demanded for.

"I want him fired, now, immediately, and you will be hearing from my lawyer"

He turned to Scott, "Scott, call the police I want this man in custody, I don't want him to see the light of day for a long time"

His attention turned back to the Ex-Coach, "Coach Harris, while I understand you reasons, your methods make me sick. Alan has never ridden on my success, he has earned his own. How dare you try and tear him down. You will be haring form my lawyer as well. When I am through with you, you will never be a high school coach ever again."

Anthony Harris was shocked, to say the least, who was this man to take his job. A job, he might add, he had earned on his own without anyone's help. He was also shocked at the lack of protection from Headmaster Mather's.

"Jason, you can't honestly tell me that your going to do as he says! Help me out here buddy!"

Headmaster Mather's stuttered a moment before shaking his head sadly at the Ex-coach.

"I'm sorry Anthony, but you may have gone too far this time."

That's when the person that this meeting revolved around finally showed up. A sleepy Alan Tracy trudged into the room, blonde hair even more messy from sleeping. He rubbed at his eyes with the back of his left hand, blinking a couple times as his gaze cleared up and his family came into view. The Tracy's smiled at the sight of their youngest, clearly still half asleep, wearing a pair of pajama pants with little race cars zooming around all over them (a gag gift back from John- Like his older brother, Alan had seen the humor in it) and a panda shirt that read 'I'm not short, I'm just concentrated Awesome!'

"Dad? Guys?"

Anthony was forgotten about for a moment, as Alan was led over to this brothers taking up occupancy on the small couch in the office. Alan walked slowly, a small limp still evident in the boys step, towards the two and was pulled down to be in between them. Anthony Harris frowned, it was because of this brat that he had just lost his job! Because he couldn't handle the truth!

Anthony was raving now, fury blinding his good decisions.

"You stupid brat! You can't handle being put in your place so you run to da-"

Anthony was stopped mid step as he made to give the brat a piece of his mind by.. John Tracy's fist as he punched him straight in the face. Don't let the Tracy's lean forms fool you, they packed a lot of muscle. Anthony was sent sprawling backwards at the impact. Ignoring his family's shouts of surprise and protests, the calm and collected Tracy Son (two things he was anything but at the moment) kneeled down to whisper at him.

"That is for busting up my baby brother's lip, and giving him a black eye"

Anthony clutched at his clearly broken nose and watched through pain-filled teary eyes as Scott fist bumped his brother as John made to turn around to his other equally shocked family members. Anthony sputtered.

"y-you can't d-do phat! I'll preff charves"

John stopped mid-step as the others chortled at an expression he must have made before he turned back around slowly. A look of pure innocence clouding his features.

"I have no idea what your talking about officer, Coach Harris ran into a door on his way out of the school offices. Right guys?"

There was hushed mumbled of agreement. Mr. Tracy glared at the injured coach once more before turning and helping pick up his youngest son, who had fallen back to sleep on Virgil's shoulder. Scott gently shoved them out of the way and picked to slumbering boy up bridal style, turned, and made his way to the door (he passed the Coach on the floor with a well placed deadly glare) with John right behind him.

"We'll meet you guys down in the plane"

With the youngest of their group now gone, the other Tracy boys filed out of the room one by one, but not with out leaving Anthony Harris with a reason to remember them by. Virgil had muttered something about legal castration to Gordon, as the red head placed a well aimed kick, rather conveniently as they passed.

Jeff sighed at his sons antics but made no move to stop them or reprimand them.

"I apologize for them, they can be very protective of their youngest brother, and don't take too wall to people who mess with him", He turned to look directly at Anthony as he ended his meeting with the Headmaster with a final statement.

"As I said, you'll hear from my lawyer"

And with that being said, Jeff Tracy left.

Not only five minutes later did the police show up. And later that very same morning, Anthony got a phone call from said lawyer.

**Some Time Later**

Anthony Harris frowned as he bent down to scrub out the bowl of the toilet and get the large chunks of puke off the carpeting before he'd power scrub it out. He sat up for a moment, his back cracking as he did so, and looked over the desk.

There was a newspaper.

And on the front was none other then Alan Tracy. Reading through the article, Anthony was amazed to learn that the youngest Tracy at the age of 16 had not only made it onto the USA Olympic Track Team but also on the Team USA Soccer team as well.

He turned to his trainee, "Let this be a very important lesson to you Sunny, never and I mean ever get on this family's bad side, and never ever mess with their youngest"

Jeff Tracy had been true to his word when he had told him that he would never coach another high school team ever again. Anthony Harris had gone from being assistant coach to some of the worlds most elite's children, to cleaning toilets and puke at the local amusement park.

Yes, That was a good one, Never ever ever mess with the youngest Tracy.

Ever.

Soo? What did you think! Honestly I'm not very proud of that ending, but I had a very long day at work today LOL!