This snippet references terms and protocols used by Gumnut-Logic in The Proof Is In The Jello and follows on from S1E4 Crosscut.

D-Tam gel was a bitch.

That was Scott's considered opinion, and after the hell of that Uranium mine (not to mention that woman) he had even more reason to hate the chemical process.

Brains and Grandma were both waiting for him when One landed, both looking unhappy and he just knew. Sure enough Grandma pointed to the special shower while Brains instigated the detam protocols for One to be on the safe side.

Damn that woman. He'd been exposed far longer than was healthy.

Twenty minutes the decontamination shower took. His uniform destroyed, harsh but necessary chemicals blasted his body and all Scott could do was stand there and sigh.

Once over, he wrapped the waiting towel around him and made his way to the infirmary where he knew the vats of orange jello – the D-Tam – would be waiting, along with his second most hated medical intervention. The drip.

He relaxed as much as he could while waiting for Virgil to get home, knowing that he was due for another dressing down. Scott frowned. Come to think of it, where had Grandma disappeared? He'd expected a lecture on, well, pretty much every aspect of the rescue, but she'd made sure he was in the gel and had the IV and had left.

Virgil was humming to himself.

Once more his beloved Two and her fantastic pod system had saved the day, not that he would ever tell his eldest brother that, and he felt good. The tune came to its crescendo as Two taxied into her hangar.

He was more than surprised to see Brains and Grandma waiting for him, arms folded and identical frowns on their faces. He frowned in return. As Brains began fussing around his Thunderbird, Grandma waited for him. Virgil grinned at her , but she didn't smile in return

What had he done? He racked his brain, thinking over everything but no – he couldn't think of anything. Only one way to find out…

'Grandma? What's wrong?'

'Decontamination shower with you, Virgil.'

He winced, but he knew better than to ask why. God, he hated the sonic cleansing…

Twenty minutes later he was ensconsed in the tub of orange goo and smiling at his eldest brother as Grandma fitted his IV. Scott frowned and looked worried.

'Grandma, what's wrong with Virgil?'

'It seems your brother is taking a leaf out of your book of recklessness.'

'Virgil?'

'Me?'

They looked at each other. Scott was well aware why he was here. He'd gone into that uranium mine in his normal uniform, forgetting to put on the special radiation suits they all had. Worse than that, his normal uniform had fingerless gloves… But Virgil? What on earth had he done? He hadn't even been there?

'Grandma?'

'You took the mole, dug through part of the mine to reach Scott and Miss Van Arkle and rescued them.'

'Yes?'

'In your normal uniform, Virgil.'

The light of realisation hit both brothers simultaneously, and now Grandma smiled.

'That's right. There you are so busy chewing your brother out for not following radiation protocols and you go right ahead and ignore them yourself. Bad as each other, you two.'

And Grandma stalked out of the room.

Oh boy, were they in trouble.

Note: I quite rightly see a lot of fic's discussing Scott's apparent lack of safety awarenss in Crosscut, but no-one talks about how Virgil dug down through an area contaminated with radiation in his normal uniform…