Gordon TAG POV
Gordon was so confused. He was thinking so hard that he almost heard John say, don't hurt yourself. He wasn't even here, and his brother still managed to make fun of him. Was he drunk? Concussion? No, that was Alan. Was he dreaming? If only.
Where they imposters if they had their own Thunderbirds and their own rescue organisation. No, not really, right? But everything was wrong. He had no idea of what was going on. Fake it till you make it, right?
So far, the different international rescue had helped him save Alan. That was a big point in their favour. This Virgil, that was not, his Virgil, was a bit rude, but hey so was he. Maybe this other Virgil was as confused and stressed as he was?
When in doubt, give them the benefit of the doubt. Grandma Sally would be so proud. So, minus a point and plus a point.
They were going to a Tracy Island, another point in their favour. It was a place he thought of as safe. Home, he already missed it.
Gordon hoped that his brothers were there, but he doubted it. The terrible twos luck had already gone to hell in a handbasket. Was it karma? It shouldn't be, right? Both he and Alan had pranked their family growing up, and who am I kidding, still do sometimes. But they rescued people almost every day. Their karma should be excellent, right?
This other Virgil had helped Gordon take care of Alan. Literally, helped bring him back to life. Got him strapped in a med bed, in the different Thunderbird two. Hooked Alan up to different health monitors and inserted an IV-line into a vein in Alans arm. Ten points to Gryffindor, or you know, this different international rescue. Gordon got lost in his head listening to Alans now steady heartbeat. It was grounding. Alan was still here, no matter where the hell here was. Gordon was the oldest of the two, having a three-year head start on Alan. It was now his job, to take care of them, until they could get back to their brothers. How did Scott do it with four younger brothers?
The different international rescue had already dropped off the other people they had saved and were on route to Tracy Island. Gordon was jolted out of his thoughts when he heard a faint cry for "Scotty" coming from his little brother.
Alan TAG POV
Alan woke up with a killer headache. Had Scott crashed Thunderbird one into his head? No Scotty wouldn't do that. It could have scratched Thunderbird one's paintjob. And Scotty would never ever hurt him. When Alan tried to open his eyes, the light turned into knifes and stabbed him in his head. Well not really but it sure felt like it. He closed his eyes again. He was pretty sure he was lying down. How can you feel dizzy lying down?
His whole body hurt. His chest and his lungs felt like someone had parked a thunderbird on his chest and left it there. Rude! Seriously! Get it off! It was hard to breathe. Breathing. That is important, right. He had to tell Scotty to get rid of the Thunderbird on his chest. Scotty could fix it. He could fix anything!
He gathered energy, to tell his eldest brother to move the Thunderbird. All he got out was a very weak "Scott!".
There was nothing, no response. Alan tried to say it again, a bit stronger this time "Scotty!".
Finally, he heard a response "ALAN! Are you okay!?". Someone took his hand. But that wasn't Scotty. Why was not-Scotty screaming. It hurt! Alan groaned in a pained displeasure.
He wanted Scotty! Scotty always made everything better. He was the closest thing Alan had to a father. First their mother died when he was four. Afterwards dad was distant. He loved his dad, don't misunderstand! But Scott did all the real dad things, even before dad went missing. And after that, there wasn't any question regarding how Alan felt about it, but it was never said out loud. That would be embarrassing and feel like a betrayal to dad. So, it's kind of was a barely concealed secret in the family.
"Alan! Please answer me!" The not-Scott voice asked again. Oh, he had to respond. Why was everything in his head going in slow motion? He knew that voice just as well as Scott's. Gordy! The voice belonged to Gordy! Why couldn't he think? It sounded like Gordon was freaking out. Why was he freaking out? Was he okay? If Gordon was freaking out, should he be freaking out too?
"Gords? You okay" Alan asked in a low raspy voice. Why did talking hurt?
"Hey Allie!" Gordon responded with something that sounded like a sob. "That's my line! Stop stealing them! How are you feeling?" He continued.
"Hurts Gordy, I want Scott! "Alan rasped out, hurting way too much to worry about sounding like a needy child.
"I know Sprout, I know." His older brother said as he very carefully ran his hand through Alan's golden blond locks. "Something happened, I don't really know what yet, but we are separated from our brothers. I will take care of you until I can get us back to them. I promise, Allie. I know that we are usually partners in crime but I'm still your older brother. I'll take care of you; you can count on me.".
Gordon wasn't playing fair, playing with Alans hair always made him feel safe and sleepy. "What happened, Gords? Who parked a Thunderbird on my chest? Everything hurts. My head is killing me.".
Gordon answered with a wet chuckle "Thunderbird on your chest huh? Sounds painful, Squirt! You were seriously injured on a rescue. There was an explosion, that made you hit your head on a metal railing and then take a nosedive unconscious into the ocean. You, little brother, have not mastered my fantastic fishy ability to swim while sleeping. All jokes aside you almost drowned Allie. You are not allowed to do that ever again! Now rest, you need it. I got you, little bro.".
"FAB" Alan answered and went out like a light. Gordon was so relieved that Alan had woken up briefly during the transport in Thunderbird two, that he forgot that they were being watched.