A/N: Already at chapter 7! I hope that everyone has been having as much fun reading this story as I have writing it. As always please R&R.
Disclaimer: Thunderbirds is not mine, if it was I would surely be able to have some jello and custard right now.
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Once more, the morning arrived for Alan with a whisper in the dark.
"Come on little bro. Time for more training."
Peeking an blue eye open, Alan could just make out the always grinning face of his brother Gordon in the moonlight. Stubbornly, Alan shut his eye; his sleep addled mind unable to comprehend what was so important for Gordon to be waking him up at such a hour.
"I'm sure that can wait an hour or two more Gordie. Even the sun hasn't risen yet." He muttered into his pillow.
Shuffling around the bed, Gordon nudged at the sleeping teen, apparently searching for something. "That's the point."
Alan could practically hear the grin in Gordons' voice.
Finally finding what it was he wanted, Gordon stopped his poking. The blankets shifted as the swimmer found his spot and braced himself.
Thump.
Alan hit the floor with a groan. "Did you really need to shove me off the bed?" He threw Gordon a dirty look from his place on the ground.
"Yup." Gordon stated in a voice barely repressing his laughter.
"Really?"
"Really."
"Really?" Alan stressed skeptically.
"Really really little brother. Now stop making me quote your favourite movies and let's get a move on! Scott is finally fast asleep! We have to move now."
"Urgh. Fine. Todays the day so let's get this show on the road."