Virgil's POV

"Scott, should we tell John about Gordon's new habit?" Alan spoke up, concerned for John. Scott and I stared at Alan with question. I didn't want to warn him, because (1) I wanted to surprise him and (2) he never had it happened to him and I'm guessing Scott had the same reasons as well.

"I know how much you care about John, but, come on, it'll be a joke" Scott exclaimed. I also had concern for John. I was starting to agree with Scott, but like Gordon said, what's the worst that could happen?

"Whatever you say." Alan followed Gordon down the stairs to welcome Johnnie boy. I decided to drag Mother Hen by the arm to greet my older brother, the geek of the family. I envied his intelligence but never his body; I mean it's skinny, even though he's got abs, where are the muscles? He's got some, but they're...small. Off topic; I welcome my brother with open arms, his orange hair flailing all over. He talked about some science discovery thingy, and like in all my science subjects...I had no idea what...the...heck he was talking about, all I understood was; Isn't that amazing? Anyway, he walked up the stairs, only to fall over. Typical John: come down for 2 months after 4 months in space and he's a dead man walking, literally. After 10 mins of unpacking and falling over, John joined us in the kitchen, before Grandma chased us out of it with a wooden spoon. We had to retreat to the guest bedroom; the only place we could be together as brothers.

"It's good to have you back, Johnnie" I saw my youngest sibling cuddling up to him, eventually digging his head into his shoulder. John and Alan were best friends, but then again Gordon and John are closer to each other than any of us. John always loved playing with Alan's hair , I think we all did. The astronaut laced his fingers and weaved it in the soft creamy yellow material. Scott started to play with mine, and when I mean play, I mean mess it up, literally, he'll rub it, poof it up, all that stuff. I don't like people playing with my hair, not only is it annoying but because I spend hours on my hair to get it perfect and some idiot walks in and messes it. Sometimes they won't stop, like Gordon. He went to far one time and I eventually threw him off a cliff into the come on, he didn't die, he survived, because it was about a 10 foot drop, and there was ocean beneath. The only thing broken was my nose, because he punched it after he came back to the villa, because I was 'overreacting' to the situation.

"You excited for Christmas?" Alan spoke up, John still playing with his hair. John smiled at our brother, then turned to us.

"Why wouldn't I be?" John also loved Christmas, he got to spend it with us as well as getting 'human interaction' and also, being able to survive a day without Gordon's pranks? Yeah, he loved it. A small yawn from our youngest brother, sent us all sleeping in a matter of minutes. We always used to bunk on one big bed, basically in a pile. One time, our dad took a photo of us sleeping and we looked like...idiots. Alan was in the middle, surrounded by John and Scott, both on a diagonal, Gordon was laid across their legs and I was lying across the top. We called it the Tracy Trapezoid and trust me, we make the weirdest faces when we we're asleep. But another day dawned on our little island and like always on Christmas Eve, the little astronaut would run around the house and annoy us, but all he had to do was wake up Gordon and chaos begins. He woke up, trying to get out of the trap, he pushed Scott and John off the bed and Gordon had literally got his head in the clouds...how is it possible that a 20 year old ends up on top of a bookcase, asleep? I woke up moments later and felt that heavy feeling on my chest, something bad was gonna happen. I found myself beneath John and Scott, like I said something bad was gonna happen.

"What the...OW!" I hear Scott wince, and no I didn't throw him of a cliff, and certainly did not throw him onto the bedroom floor, well actually I did the last one. This was gonna result in fighting.

John's POV:

I heard a familiar sound of fighting between a medic and a leader. I also found myself lying on the floor wearing nothing but shorts and a scar across my stomach. (A/N: JOHN'S SCAR CAME FROM BOOK "BY MY SIDE" READ THAT FIRST!) I always end up on the floor whenever we bunk together. I look around and see 3 of my brothers gone and one on top of a...how the hell did Gordon get up there? I pull him down, using his long arm, followed by a crash and a moan.

"I did nothing! I didn't do it! I never touched it!" Gordon always says that when he's woken up suddenly; sleep talking. He stared up at me and then looked at my scar, then got up. We both walked into the lounge; Alan falling asleep again watching Scott and Virgil bicker. Was it me or have all us Tracy brothers gone from cars, paint, star, fish and plane pjamas to nothing but shorts? Grandma soon entered wearing what appeared to be a...what the heck is that? A reindeer onesie?! My childhood was now ruined and I think the others childhood's are done for too. We suddenly run up the stairs and back into our little rooms. We come out wearing our summer clothes; basically board shorts and a shirt, with nothing much to do. Grandma walks in front of us and I think she's gonna tell us to clean our rooms, but she said it's not pleasent.

"Boys, unfortunatley..." She started, I look over to Gordon, his eyes widened and a begging face with his fingers crossed, I think his 'dream relationship' with Lady Peneolpe is more than just friends.

"Is Penny coming? Is she? Isn't she? Say something? Why isn't she coming? What did I do?!" Gordon blurted out, fast...really fast. We as brothers shared a look of complete scare and humour, we started to crack up laughing.

"No Gordon, Lady Peneolpe is comi-"

"YESSSSSSSSSS!" Gordon stared at us with awkwardness and put on a normal grin. "Yeah, that's cool, it's good"

"Gordon, we all know, we were in your position, except Alan" Scott noted out, just to break the awkwardness, although that's Virgil's job, he was...freaked out.

"As I was saying, unfortunately boys, I won't be able to stay for Christmas, because my only sister is ill and I need to look after her, I won't be back until 5th of next year. Im leaving in 5 mins, I'm already packed. I'm sorry boys, I knew how much you were looking forward to eating my apple pie and dinner"

We all looked at each other, with upset faces but in the inside we all were filled with glee. She hugged us and said farewells before reaching the plane and taking off. We saw the metal bird soar through the sky, I turned to Alan, who was...dancing?

"Guys, you know what this means?" Virgil stood in front of everyone now, eager to share his brilliance and happiness.

"We get to go crazy?!" Alan and Gordon shouted in unison, smiles and mouths wide.

"That and..." Virgil started, he knew we were all going to state the same thing, so that's why he paused, but it didn't go well.

"No more annoying comments?" Alan asked

"No more horrible onesies?" Gordon begged

"No more hoarding of the showers?" Scott wished

As well as Scott, Grandma spent most of her time in the bathroom and showers, but Scott gets angry because she uses all the hot water. And you don't want to be around Scott when he has a cold shower...he turns into a murderer. Luckily I don't have to put up with it, but I do tend to get distress calls from Alan or Gordon wanting to be saved.

"No more coffee disappearing?" I stated

They all looked at me, hey I like my coffee. She basically switched all coffee and tea to decaf. I didn't come down for a year until she changed it back.

"Are you kidding me? No more HORRIBLE COOKING!" Virgil yelled, scaring the heck out of me, making me fall over. All of us basically realised the awesomeness of not having disintegrated apple pie or torched Christmas roast, but then we realised, none of us can cook.

"I call Penny, hopefully she ca-"

"I'LL DO IT!" Gordon said before snatching Scott's phone, and finding her number. Okay Gordon, we all know you like Lady Peneolpe, just stop . But then Scott looked at him and so surrendered the phone and ran outside taking of his shirt and diving into the pool. Scott and Virgil decided to do something with their 'birds, Alan decided to join them, he had nothing better to do, besides Gordon wanted to talk to me.

Gordon's POV:

I told John I wanted to talk to him, I don't think he realises he's about to get wet. He stood by the pool, looking around...what is he wearing? Is that...AHHHHH! He's wearing the shirt I gave him! He never wears my t-shirts! It's a shame it's gonna be wet. I hid behind the bush, waiting for the best opportunity. Johnnie boy was just about to walk away after looking at his watch. Now was the time. I ran out and pushed him in, his slender body falling in, I ran back into the house and hid behind the couch. I waited, but never saw him. I slowly walk out, he's probably hiding.

Oh my god...I watch the horror staged in front of me...I never knew it would be like this...especially not to him...it was joke...right?...did I kill him?...i thought it would be fun to muck around...what have I done? I see splashes of red on the side of the pool and in the pool was red with...no...it can't...be...blood. I see it, but where's John? I see a figuire on the bottom of the pool. My instincts kick in and I dive into the pool, anxiety and nerves kick in, did I just kill my brother? I pick him up and see a big cut on his back of his head, blood dampening the orange hair. I resurface holding my brother, he's cold, I look around and I can see what just happened. When I pushed John, he slipped on some stray water outside the pool and turned around, only to crack his head and filled the place with blood. I scream for my brothers, no one comes. I pull him out of the pool, his lifeless body wet and damp with blood and chlorinated water. I start to cry, I yell for my brothers again, John's head was surrounded with blood. I hear footsteps, I hear commands, I hear anger. I see my two older brothers standing there in shock, Alan walking up behind them. He stares at John wide eyed and about to cry, but turns to me and starts to hit and yell at me.