Pinkranger888- Yep, they are going home. XD I'm glad you enjoyed it. Yeah, she'll talk to him very soon and will make him see she's not going anywhere anytime soon. I'm glad you are looking forward to them. I'll do my best too.

Little Miss Bump- That is exactly what Virge is going to do. Yeah, they do something about it in this chapter. That he does and he is going to be getting plenty of hugs. Thanks! I hope too!

I am so sorry it took so long to get this chapter out! But it wasn't entirely my fault. I was three quarters done with the chapter when my comp decided to take a dump and deleted everything to do with any of my stories. I was able to get most of it back because my computer has an dual hard drive and backs up everything one the first of every month. If it had happened a day earlier, I may not have gotten it all back. But thank God, the only chapter that was not in the backup besides this was the last chapter. It scared the crap out of me and I was on the verge of crying when I went to open this back up and it said 'file does not exist'. Anyway, enjoy the chapter!

Chapter Thirty Two- Home at Last
September 15th, 2024

As expected, the group landed at Cairo International Airport and quickly moved the ultra lights into the hangar where Tracy One had been stored for them. While Virgil and Jeff moved Alan into the jet and got him comfortable, the rest of them worked on collapsing the wings of the ultra lights and getting them into Tracy One. After all five of the small crafts had been loaded into Tracy One, everyone that was not already on board boarded and Scott pulled up the stairs and secured the hatch.

The eldest Tracy turned away from the hatched and scanned the cabin. Virgil and Jeff knelt beside where an drowsy Alan lied on the cot attached to the wall. Fermat and Tin-Tin sat together not far from the cot, Lady Penelope standing beside their seats talking to the two teens. A few rows behind them, sitting by himself, Scott spotted the aquanaut staring out the window of Tracy One. While most of the bags that had formed under everyone's eyes had begun to fade, Gordon's had not.

"I see you've spotted him too."

Scott tore his eyes away from Gordon to see Virgil standing beside him. The family medic was watched the redhead with a slight frown tugging at his brow. "He looks even worse than before," Scott commented softly as the two stood watching Gordon.

"He took her death harder than any of us," Virgil replied, glancing past his elder brother and to the cockpit of the plane, inside which he knew Evelyn sat. "I think the connection between them goes deeper than we ever thought, then they ever thought."

Scott saw Virgil glance past him out of the corner of his eye and followed his gaze to the cockpit. "I'm gonna go take her place," he whispered, clapping Virgil on the shoulder for a movement. "Maybe it will help if she sits with him."

Virgil nodded, watching as Scott walked into the cockpit of the jet before heading back to where his father knelt beside a now asleep Alan.

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"Everything looks good," John informed Evelyn as they finished the pre-flight check for Tracy One.

Evelyn glanced over at him and smiled. "Okay, I'll call the tower then and inform them we are ready for takeoff," she replied, grabbing the headset and pulling it onto her head. As she worked to adjust to headset so it would fit more comfortably, Scott entered the cockpit and stopped beside her, setting a hand on her shoulder.

She stopped fiddling with the headset and looked up at her eldest brother. Out of the corner of her eye she saw John watching them. "Hey Scott. What's up?" she asked.

"You go ahead and set back in the cabin, Evie. I'll co-pilot with John," he replied, squeezing her shoulder. He saw began to open her mouth to argue and knew immediately what she was about to say. "And no, it doesn't have to do with what happened to you in Amarna. It's Gordon."

A frown formed her face and she quickly began to remove the headset. "I know he probably won't say anything till we get home," she said, standing from the seat and handing the headset to Scott. "But at least he'll know I'm here and not…"

Scott nodded as she trailed off and took the headset from her. "I know."

She smiled at Scott and John. "I'll see you guys when we get home."

Scott stayed standing until she left the cockpit before heaving a sigh and dropping into the seat. He looked over at John, who gave him a sad smile. "He'll snap out of it sooner or later," he said softly. "And when he has, he'll be back to wreaking havoc."

Evelyn quickly walked through the cabin, giving her father an small smile as she passed where he and Virgil sat beside Alan as she moved back to where Gordon sat an little ways from the group. She stopped and leaned against the empty seat beside him. "Is this seat taken?"

Gordon, who had been staring out the window of the jet jumped in his seat when Evelyn spoke. He simply stared at her for a few moments before shaking his head. Evelyn pursed her lips and sat down in the seat beside him. She took his hand within hers and squeezed it tightly while trying to silently tell him that she was alright, something that she had done many times before.

Gordon swallowed loudly and looked back towards the window. The message had been unable to get through to him.

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It was early morning when Tracy One landed on the island, the sun having risen only moments before the landing gear had touched the ground. After waking those that had fallen asleep, everyone quickly made their way off the jet and were greeted in the hanger by those that had remained on the Island. Virgil and Jeff said quick hellos to those that had stayed on the Island before helping Alan to the infirmary, Gordon not far behind them. Virgil instructed the rest of the family to get cleaned up and get something to eat before coming down to the infirmary.

As soon as they entered the room, Virgil sat about getting the things he needed as Jeff helped Alan get comfortable on one of the beds and Gordon sat down on the other, staring down at the floor. After Virgil had gotten Alan on an IV and started him on antibiotics, he quickly checked his father's back.

"Nothing's bruised or broken, but you're probably going to be sore for awhile," he stated, gesturing for his father to put his shirt back on. As Jeff pulled on the shirt that had been given to him after they had left Amarna, he glanced over at Gordon on the opposite bed. The red-head had not moved an inch since he had sat down on the bed. Jeff pushed himself off the bed and walked over to stand before him.

"Gordon?" he called softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. Gordon started when the hand landed on his shoulder and he looked up to see his father looking at him intently, his blue-gray eyes full of concern. Jeff squeezed his shoulder gently. "What's wrong?"

Gordon looked back down at the floor. "Nothing," he replied softly, his voice sounding harsh from the little it had been used in the past few days. Virgil, who had been checking on Alan, who was now sleeping, walked over to stand beside his father.

"Dad, why don't you go get cleaned up and get something to eat," he suggested, giving his father a look that told him he would try to get Gordon to open up. Jeff swallowed loudly before reluctantly nodding. He removed his hand from Gordon's shoulder and instead placed it on Virgil's.

"I'll be back in a little bit," he stated softly, before removing his hand from his shoulder and leaving the infirmary. Virgil watched as the doors closed behind him before turning back to Gordon.

"Gordon," he began softly. "I know that this has to do with Evie's death." He watched as Gordon flinched but the red-head continued to stare down at the floor. Virgil sighed deeply before sitting down on the mattress beside him. He put an arm around his younger brother's shoulders and looked over at him. "You know she's fine Gordy."

Gordon shook his head. "No, she's not."

A slight frown formed on Virgil's features. "Gordy, she's fine. A little dirty but she-"

"No, she's not!" Gordon exclaimed, finally looking up from the floor, his emerald eyes locking with the honey burnt ones of his elder brother. "She may look like Evie, and sound like Evie, but it's not her! At least not completely! It was bad enough when she died and I could no longer feel her, but now she's back and I don't know her!"

Gordon's words echoed loudly through the infirmary and Virgil was surprised that Alan was still asleep once Gordon had stopped yelling. The red-head sat breathing heavily for a moment, his eyes shining with unshed tears before he was pulled into the arms of his elder brother. With his older brothers arms wrapped tightly around him, the unshed tears began to fall and the sound of his sobs echoed throughout the room. Virgil tightens his arms around him and felt Gordon do the same, taking clumps of Virgil's shirt into his first. Virgil closed his eyes, holding back his own tears at the sound of his younger brother's heart-wrenching sobs.

It was a while before Gordon's sobs began to fade and he had run out of tears. He simply sat slumped against Virgil, sniffling every few minutes. Virgil's arms had loosened a bit though he continued to hold his younger brother tightly while Gordon's seemed to have tighten around him. "Gordon?" he asked softly.

He felt his brother loosen his arms and release his hold on Virgil's shirt. Virgil removed his arms from around him as Gordon sat back, using the back of his hand to wipe his eyes. "She told us the night she explained what happened that it would take a while for all of us to adjust to the fact that she is essentially two people," Virgil reminded him softly. "But the only way you two are going to work things out is if you talk to her."

Gordon nodded slowly before looking up at Virgil. "I know," he replied softly.

Virgil smiled at him softly before pushing himself off the bed. "Now let's take a look at your ribs," he said, gesturing for Gordon to remove his shirt.

Gordon removed his shirt, wincing as he lifted his arms before Virgil quickly figured out that no ribs had been broken, just bruised. About fifteen minutes later, Gordon walked out of the infirmary with his ribs wrapped. As Virgil set about returning everything he had used to where it belonged, he glanced over at Alan's bed to see the blond watching him, his blue eyes showing no signs of him having just woken up.

Virgil set down what he was holding on the counter and walked over to stand beside Alan. He pursed his lips. "How much of that were you awake for?" he asked softly, running a hand through his younger brothers soft blond hair.

"Almost all of it," he responded quietly. "His yelling woke me up."

Virgil nodded but said nothing. The two brothers were silent for a moment before Virgil spoke. "They'll be okay, sprout," he stated, looking down at his younger brother. Alan nodded slowly before closing his eyes and trying to fall back to sleep.