A/N: I hope you all are enjoying this story. I also hope it's making sense; please let me know how you are liking it.

Gordon's POV

Beep…Beep…Beep

What happened? I focused for a moment, willing myself to remember.

Oh, right. I was drowning, right? Oh, God. Drowning. I was drowning.

Suddenly, I could not breathe.

Why can't I breathe? Right. Drowning. I'm drowning. I'm dying.

"Shhh. Gordon, you're okay. You're home on Tracy Island. You're safe," I heard from somewhere above me.

Safe? Am I safe?

"Breathe, Gordy, breathe. You're okay."

Breathe. Right. I need to breathe. There isn't any water here. I'm not drowning, so I need to breathe. I managed to draw in a shallow breath then. After two or three minutes—it felt like hours—I was breathe normally again, and I opened my eyes to see Virgil hovering over me.

"Are you with me?" he asked, fear clearly written on his face. I nodded.

"Good," he said.

I hesitated—not trusting my voice—before asking, "What…happened?" Annoyingly, I had to draw in a large breath between the two words. Virgil lifted a small glass of water to my lips and started to explain.

"When Four docked in Two, I rushed down to your 'bird. I drained all the water from the cockpit and you helmet. You weren't breathing." Virgil paused before continuing, his eyes downcast. "I was terrified."

I reached for Virgil's hand and gripped it tightly, trying to reassure him that I was okay.

I released my brother's hand so that I could take another sip of water. This time, though, the water caused me to choke. I started coughing violently, trying to draw in a deep breath. Almost as soon as the coughing fit started, Virgil pulled me into a sitting position and lightly patted my back, and as the coughing fit died away, I could feel him rubbing soothing circles in the center of my back. Eventually, I stopped coughing all together and could breathe evenly.

"Thanks," I whispered, my throat raw and voice raspy. Virgil gave my back one more rub before moving away from the bed.

Virgil was silent for a moment before saying, "If I could, I'd keep you in the infirmary forever, but I can't. Honestly, you should be fine in a couple of days, so if you'd just humor me for that long, please do and stay here until then." I chuckled quietly and nodded, giving him a small smile.

"Good, now rest. I'll be back in a couple of hours to check on you," he said. I nodded again, laid back, and closed my eyes. Although I thought I would not be able to sleep after that coughing fit, my body had other ideas, and I was asleep in under a minute.

Third Person's POV

Gordon did in fact humor his older brother, mostly because Scott threatened to tie him down if he did not follow his orders.

-A few days later-

Gordon was napping on the couch when he heard a squeal. He jumped from his spot on the couch and ran to the doors that lead to the pool area. What he say there eased his racing heart—Scott was making his way out of the pool, and Alan was doubled over in laughter. Gordon opened the doors and walked out to join his brothers, but as he neared the water, his heart began to race once more.

"Hey Gordon," Alan said. "Want to join me in a game of volleyball?"

Gordon nodded and made his way to the storage building by the pool to change into swimming trunks. Once he was changed, he headed for the pool. When he reached it, though, his heart started pounding even harder.

What's going on? Am I afraid of the pool? He asked himself.

"Come on, Gordon. The others decided to join, too," Alan called.

Gordon stared at the pool for a moment, his heart still pounding.

Yes, I am afraid of the pool. I am not getting in the pool, he told himself.

"Uh, sorry Alan. My head's starting to hurt. Maybe later," he said. Alan frowned.

"Okay," he said slowly. "Feel better."

Gordon made his way to his bedroom and sprawled out on his mattress.

"I can't be afraid of water," he said quietly. Even as he said that, though, he shivered at the thought of getting in the pool.

Unfortunately for Gordon, Virgil had decided that he needed to check on him, and he reached Gordon's door just in time to hear him whisper to himself.

Gordon's afraid of water? Virgil asked himself. It must be because of his accident. I wonder if this fear will last…I really hope not. Gordon without water is just…wrong.

Virgil stood outside Gordon's room for a couple of minutes, debating with himself on whether or not he should talk to his brother. Eventually, he decided against it, thinking it would be better to let Gordon try and work his fear out on his own.

As long as it doesn't get too bad, I don't think he'll need our help. I'll keep an eye on him anyway—just in case he does need someone to help him, Virgil thought, turning from his brother's bedroom and walking towards his own.

A/N: I know that the ending is a bit weird, but I'm trying to get better at writing chapter endings. Also, if you think Virgil thinking Gordon needs to handle this problem himself is wrong, that is not what it happening; Virgil just thinks that Gordon can handle it alone.