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Virgil Drabbles

Since I’m going to be reading these to help me continue writing them I thought I’d use them for this weeks Fic Back Friday.

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Each chapter is 100 words only.

I will be posting up to chapter 12 today then sharing more next Friday until I’ve caught up with my Ao3/FFNet pace.

Virgil is the main focus of these and is the middle child.

Chapter 1: 15th August

I’ve been here before and I always swear, ‘Never Again!’

But then…

It’s over and for a few seconds, which always feels longer, I hear nothing. Then the sound I’ve been waiting for… That first cry, followed by:

“Congratulations, it’s a boy!”

The relief washes over me, as I look to my husband. The obvious pride flowing from him as our new baby is placed in my arms, and his soulful eyes lock with mine.

“Do you have a name?” Someone asks.

It’s at that moment I know I’ll be here again.

“Yes,” I nod, “his names Virgil… Virgil Tracy.”

Chapter 2: Expert

“Grandma,” John sang out, running into her arms as she stepped through the door.

“Hello sweetheart, are you enjoying being a big brother?”

“I better than Scotty!”

“Not!” Scott retorted.

“I make Virgie stop crying!”

“After I showed how... Mommy said I expert!”

“You’re both experts!” Lucille reassured, stepping behind them with a crying Virgil in her arms.

“He’s sad, we make better!” Scott and John chorused.

“No boys, it’s my turn!” Grandma announced.

“Wow!” Scott and John chimed when Virgil instantly went quiet after being placed in his grandmas’ arms.

“That’s right boys…” Grandma smiled, “I’m the original expert!”

Chapter 3: He’s A Tracy

“Virgie,” Scott and John called their arms open, while their mother watched.

Virgil attempted to leave the sofa he was holding, but instead fell on his bum and giggled.

“Hello,” Jeff said, smiling at all of them from the doorway.

“Daddy’s home!” Scott and John chorused running to him, while Lucille happily kissed him.

Jeff gazed fondly at Virgil. “Have you missed daddy?”

Virgil released a delightful squeal, and then with no hesitation toddled over to his father.

“He did it!” Scott, John and Lucille chirped.

“Of course, he did,” Jeff replied, scooping Virgil into his arms, “he’s a Tracy!”

Chapter 4: Bath Time

“No!” A two-year-old Virgil shrieked, splashing water all over his father as he tried to escape the bathtub.

“Still no luck!” Lucille asked, stepping in the room and kneeling next to Jeff.

Jeff shook his head. “He’s the same as Scott and John were at this age. Everything is a no and he hates the bath.”

“Well, maybe the next one will love the water.”

“Yeah… Wait, the next one?”

Lucille nodded showing Jeff the positive pregnancy test.

Jeff grinned at Virgil. “Well, looks like you’re going to be a big brother!”

“No!” Virgil screamed, splashing his father once more.

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Chapter 5: Big Brother

Virgil sighed when he saw the bundle in his mother's arms. He'd just become a big brother, but he really didn't want to be. All he wanted was to be the youngest again, he'd been good at that.

"Do you want to hold Gordon?" His dad asked.

Virgil nodded his head reluctantly.

Jeff carefully placed Gordon in his arms.

Virgil frowned, he couldn't understand why everyone was happy. It was just a baby, there was nothing special about it.

Suddenly, Gordon's eyes opened and locked with his.

"Wow!"

"Happy to be a big brother?" His mother asked.

Virgil grinned. "Yeah!"

Chapter 6: Piano

Bright eyes gazed, watching as fingers glided effortlessly across the keys… Ears pricked, listening to magical melodies fill the room...

When the final note ended, Lucille opened her eyes and observed Virgil. She had always presumed he would grow tired of listening, just like his brothers, but he was still very much as captivated now as he had been before.

Lucille picked Virgil up and placed him on her lap.

“Are you ready for your first piano lesson?”

Virgil nodded, reached out, touched the keys, and then gasped with delight.

‘Looks like this is love.’ Lucille chuckled, cuddling her son.

Chapter 7: First Day

“Want to go home!” Virgil whimpered, when the large building loomed in front of him.

Lucille bent down so she was level with her son’s eyes. “Oh sweetheart, it’s okay to be scared.”

“Not scared!”

“Scotty was on his first day, but he was brave, and went in anyway. Can you be brave like Scott?”

Virgil nodded, wiping his tears away.

“That’s my boy! Now, I’ll pick you up later and you can show me the paintings you’ve done.”

“Paintings?”

“Yes.” Lucille replied, ruffling Virgil’s hair.

“Bye Mommy!” Virgil grinned, dashing through the school gates and towards his new teacher.

Chapter 8: Doctor Virgil

Hearing a scream, Lucille darted into the lounge. “What’s wrong?”

“Gordo… Hurt… Bear…” Virgil sobbed, holding out his beloved toy.

Lucille frowned, the bear’s arm had been torn off, obviously suffering from Gordon's tantrums. Bending down, she regarded Virgil. “We’ll fix him, but I need your help!”

Minutes later an old toy stethoscope of Scott’s was used for Virgil to wear, while Lucille sowed the bear.

“How’s the patient?” She questioned when finished.

Virgil listened to his bears chest. “Cuddles and bedrest!”

“Good decision Doctor,” she smiled, watching Virgil race off… Bear in one hand, stethoscope still in the other.

Chapter 9: Brothers

“Do you have to go?” Virgil wined, clinging onto his big brother’s waist.

Scott nodded, returning the cuddle.

“But, who will chase the monster who lives under my bed away?”

“John’s on monster duty,” Scott informed him, suppressing the amusement at his brother’s imagination.

“Can I come with you?”

“It’s a school trip, so I’m afraid not, but I’ll be back.”

“Promise,” Virgil said.

“Promise on the brotherhood bible!” Scott stated, holding out his finger which Virgil linked with his.

Virgil squeezed his brother once more then let go. “Miss, you!”

“I’ll miss you too, but it’s only one night!

Chapter 10: Drawing

“Hello sweetheart,”

Jeff kissed his wife, then placed one on her large pregnant belly. “Where are the boys?”

“Gordon’s sleeping, Scott and John are doing their homework and…”

“I’m here,” Virgil chirped, running over and handing him a picture, “drawing for you daddy… It’s transponder!”

“Transporter?”

Virgil nodded. “So, we can fly to your work and keep company!”

“Thank you, that’s very thoughtful of you Virgil,” Jeff responded hugging his little boy.

Virgil gave his dad a big grin and ran off happily.

Jeff showed the picture to Lucille. “Do you think it’s meant to look like an upside-down frog?”

Chapter 11: Swimming

Gordon surveyed his older brother. "Don't know Virgie, it's really far!"

Virgil looked over to the other side. "It is… But Scotty and Johnny are waiting, mommy's watching from the side with Alan, and I'll be next to you the whole time."

"You will?"

"I'll try, although you're quicker than me, so you might get there first."

"I'm faster?"

"Yes, you're good enough to win a medal like the swimmers on tv."

"Cool!" Gordon grinned, holding out his arms.

Virgil pulled off the inflatable armbands and put them on the side. "Ready?"

Gordon nodded.

"Set…"

Gordon prepared to release."

"Go!"

Chapter 12: Choices

Jeff lovingly held Lucille while she fed a one-year old Alan, while his four other boys huddled on either side. “Whose choice is it?” He finally asked.

“It’s Virgil’s!” Scott and John announced.

“No,” Gordon huffed, “mine!”

“Virgil gave his turn to you last time and we went to see the dolphins!”

Gordon grinned. “Yes, that was fun!”

Lucille looked kindly at Virgil. “Where do you want to go sweetheart?”

“Happy here!”

“There must be somewhere you want to go?” His father questioned.

Virgil nodded, and opened the brochure to a picture of a cabin in the snow. “Here please?”

More Next Friday- or you can read up to C52 over on Ao3 or FFNet: CreativeGirl29. For anyone waiting on chapter 22 of Gone I’ll be posting it here on Monday evening UK time.

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Gone

Having issues with my post’s again. So If you are reading along with this then you may need to check you’ve not missed previous chapters.

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Originally this was the final chapter. However, a year later I added the Epilogue - which some of you who originally read Gone may have missed. I’ve added the epilogue at the end of this chapter save waiting.

Thank you to everyone who’s read and commented on these posts. Hope you enjoy these final 2 chapters 🥰

Previous Chapter 53 - Home

Chapter 54. Soul

Everyone had continued to celebrate Virgil’s homecoming, with the party only being wound down when Virgil had begun to grow tired from the day’s activities and had experienced some pain. As he had not wanted to leave the gathering, Jeff and Scott had placed him comfortably on the sofa, while Brains gave him his medication. Shortly after, even though they had all been chatting quite loudly, Virgil had drifted off into a deep sleep.

As none of them had wanted to disturb him, they all made their way into different sections of the household. Not wanting to be far from Virgil’s side, all four boys and their father had gone outside and were now enjoying the evenings warmth from the side of the pool. Except, of course, for Gordon who had decided to take the opportunity, and enjoy an evening dip. Meanwhile, after completing the process of cleaning up, and packing away any leftovers, Ruth, Parker, Kyrano and Tin-Tin had decided to head to their rooms, while Brains had gone straight into his lab, so he could continue his work on some new experiment.

Penelope however, had made herself comfortable next to Virgil, wanting to be with him should he wake. She was glad she had remained when he began to stir from a nightmare. “Hey, it’s okay,”

“Pen?”

“Yes, it’s me,” she soothed, “no one’s going to hurt you!”

Virgil opened his eyes and smiled up at Penelope who was now holding him in her arms. “Hi.”

Penelope looked at him with concern. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, it was just a bad dream.”

“Anything you want to talk about?”

Virgil sighed. “It was just the usual.”

“Hood?” Penelope frowned.

“Yes,” Virgil nodded sadly.

“He’s never going to be able to hurt you or anyone else again, you do know that right?”

“Yes,” Virgil confirmed, “according to the doctors and John, the nightmares are my minds way of processing what’s happened.”

“That does sound like something John would say!” she stated, with an amused smile. “So, other than the bad dreams, how are you feeling?”

“I’m good,” Virgil answered honestly, “how could I not be when I’ve woken up next to you?”

“Charmer!” Penny smiled, kissing him tenderly.

Virgil returned the kiss and then looked around the room. “Where is everyone?”

Your father and brothers are outside,” Penny informed him, “Brains is in his laboratory, and your grandmother, Tin-Tin, Kyrano and Parker have retired for the evening.”

“And why aren’t you in bed?”

“I wanted to be here when you woke up.”

“Oh, you did?” Virgil grinned tickling her.

“Virg, stop!” Penny giggled. “Do you want me to get your dad, or one of your brothers?”

“No,” Virgil said, stopping and pulling her closer to him, “I’m very happy it’s just me and you!”

“Oh, you are?”

“Most definitely!” He replied, kissing her once more.

They both continued to hold each other until Virgil spoke once more. “So, how many of them were hassling you for details about what’s going on between us?”

“Just Tin-Tin, and what about you?”

“All of my brothers!” Virgil chuckled.

“And what did you tell them?” Penelope asked.

“Nothing, I guess I thought it was best to discuss the matter between us first.”

“I believe that would be a good idea!”

They looked at each other, both wanting to speak what was in their hearts, both slightly scared of the others reaction. Eventually, Virgil broke the silence. “I’ve always liked you, but I was always worried that if I did make a move, you wouldn’t feel the same way, and our friendship would be essentially ruined. Then there was Anderbad.”

“Mm… That was some night!” Penelope smirked.

“It certainly was!” Virgil grinned.

“And since then?”

“Well, I know we both agreed at the time that we would remain friends, but after what happened with the Hood, I realised that sometimes you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s nearly been ripped away from you… He nearly took everything, but thankfully he didn’t... And it made me reflect upon things… Life is too short to not speak out about your true feelings!”

“And what are your true feelings?” She questioned coyly.

“I want you to be more than just my friend with the occasional added benefit,” Virgil exhaled nervously, as he looked deeply into her eyes, “Penelope, I love you!”

“I love you too!”

“You do?”

Penny nodded. “Of course, I have for a long time… And I would love to be your ‘official’ girlfriend.”

“Good,” Virgil said, kissing her passionately.

They both remained wrapped in each other’s arms until Penny noticed Virgil was staring longingly at his piano. “Do you want to play?”

“I wish I could, but I can’t exactly use the pedals with two broken legs. Plus, I’ve only just started having light physio on my dislocated shoulder, so I’m not too sure how long I can use my right hand.”

“I can play with you.”

“You know how to play the piano?”

“Yes,” Penelope answered, “from ages 5 to 16, my father insisted! Although, I desperately wanted to learn to play the drums.”

“Drums?”

“Yes, what’s wrong with the drums?”

“Absolutely nothing!” Virgil answered. “Did you never get to learn?”

“No, my father said they were unladylike!”

“Unladylike?” Virgil exclaimed. “There’s been some awesome female drum players!”

“I know,” Penelope said, “that was my comeback… But father had spoken, so I made do with the piano. Secretly I loved it, but I pretended to detest every minute of course… So, do you want to play?”

Virgil nodded enthusiastically. “Where’s my wheelchair?”

“Just here,” she answered, pulling herself off the sofa and pushing the chair over which had been tucked away in a corner of the room. “Do you want me to fetch one of your brothers or your father, so they can help you into this?”

“That’s okay, if you inch it a little bit closer, then with your help I should be able to slide into it.”

“Are you sure?” Penny questioned. “I really wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“I’ll be fine,” he assured her.

“Okay,” she said, a hint of concern still in her voice, “but if I see any indication that you’re in any pain, then I’ll be getting Jeff.”

Virgil nodded his confirmation while Penny edged the wheelchair a little bit closer. Then with her support he easily slipped into the chair on the first attempt. “Well, that was easier that I thought it would be,” Penny observed, “however, if I find out you attempt to do that without any help, then you will not hear the end of it! Understood?”

“I wouldn’t dream of it!” Virgil smiled at her innocently.

“Mm… Well, make sure you don’t!” She warned, pushing him over to the piano. “So, what would you like to play?”

“I don’t mind,” Virgil replied, while she adjusted the piano chair so both herself and Virgil could reach the keys comfortably, “there’s some sheet music just over there.”

Penelope rifled through the variety of music books that were on the shelf that Virgil had pointed at, eventually she brought one over. “How about this to start with?”

“Ah, that’s perfectly easy,” he remarked, when she rested the page on Edward MacDowell’s, ‘To a Wild Rose,’

“Well, you may be a genius when it comes to playing the piano. However, it’s been a fair few years since I attempted to play, and this was one of the very first pieces I learned.”

“Then this is perfect,” Virgil commented, gazing fondly at her.

“Okay then, are you ready?” She asked.

Virgil kissed he once more. “I am now!”

Penelope relished his lips on hers and then smiled at him sweetly, as they both began to press the keys, allowing the melody to sing out. “Virgil Tracy, you are far too good to be playing with me,” Penelope observed, as she faltered a few times, while Virgil’s fingers glided effortlessly across the keys.

“Nonsense,” Virgil remarked, “you are doing wonderfully!” As the tune built to a crescendo, a cough interrupted them. “Oh, hi guys.” Virgil said, glancing up at the five faces standing in the doorway.

Jeff gazed at him sternly. “I would normally reprimand you for getting into your chair without any help.”

“But?” Virgil grinned.

“But,” Jeff added, moving over with his four sons to stand by the piano, “it’s too good hearing you play!”

“it feels great to be playing!” Virgil stated.

“How did you get in your chair?” Scott asked.

“Penelope helped me.”

“Penny, you managed to lift him?” Gordon giggled.

“Hey,” Virgil interrupted, “I’m not that heavy!”

“After all that cake and apple pie you shovelled down earlier,” John chuckled, “I’m not too sure!”

“Hey!” Virgil protested, “Why am I suddenly getting picked on?”

“Because, you are home,” Gordon informed him, “there’s no more special treatment for you now!”

Virgil pouted for a few seconds and then grinned. “Good, I wouldn’t want it any other way!”

“Great, because the jokes will be ‘wheeled’ out!”

Virgil shook his head at Gordon’s bad pun, and then looked at Alan, who was uncharacteristically quiet. “Everything alright little bro?”

Alan nodded. “Just wondering if you could play something?”

“Yes, of course. Anything in particular? Virgil enquired.

“Can you please play…” Alan hesitated.

Virgil smiled at him knowingly. “Do you want me to play moms song?”

“Yes please,” Alan answered enthusiastically, “if that’s okay with you?”

“Of course,” Virgil replied.

“Where’s the sheet music?” Penny asked.

“There isn’t any. Mom was always going to write it down but unfortunately, she never did. Thankfully, she taught it to me and now it’s all up here,” he informed her, pointing to his head, “I really should write it down though.”

“So, do you need any help?” She questioned.

“I should be alright using my right hand for this piece, I’ll use it to count towards my physio time,” he laughed.

“And what about the pedals?” She enquired.

“Yes please,” Virgil confirmed, “they won’t be needed to much, so I’ll let you know when,”

“Okay,” Penny smiled getting herself comfortable.

Virgil prepared himself, then paused as he looked at his family. “Are the rest of you okay if I play this?”

“Yes,” Scott, Gordon and John replied.”

“Dad?” Virgil enquired.

“I would love to hear it son!”

Virgil nodded, closed his eyes, and began to play.

They all exhaled slowly, as they watched Virgil’s fingers slowly caress the keys. Each one of them becoming transfixed by the melodious tune as they all thought back to just a few weeks prior when they had sat and wept together, each believing they would never hear this captivating, incandescent sound again. Now though as the notes continued to radiate from him, each one of them was brought back into the present. Here was Virgil, he wasn’t gone, he was here with them, and his musical soul was once more filling their home.

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Chapter 55. Return - An Epilogue.

It had been 1 year and 3 weeks since he’d sat here, a lot longer than he’d anticipated. Yes, the doctors had told him it would take a while to get back to full physical fitness, and he had achieved that, way before they had expected him to. However, it was the unseen injuries that had held him back, the ones the doctors hadn’t picked up on, but his family had spotted straight away.

The nightmares… Ones where he was still being held by the Hood, still chained, the camera set up in front recording everything as the whip was brought down onto his bare skin again and again. These, of course, had woken him with silent screams, occasionally vocalised, but a family members presence, and the realisation that it was just a dream quickly settled him, then sleep came once more. However, there was, of course, the flipped around nightmares, the ones where he’d be the one staring at a screen, watching a brother being tortured, and he’d be screaming out in pain, but every time there had been nothing he could do to save them. Gut-wrenching cries would fill their island home, awakening all the inhabitants, and would see him physically shaking for several hours in someone’s arms… Thankfully, agreeing to talk had helped and the dreams had eventually dissipated, however, an unexpected flashback when Gordon playfully dunked him in the pool (To when the Hood’s men had submerged his head and held him repeatedly under the water) had set off an anxiety attack, which had reawakened the nightmares, and he was once again back at square one… A vicious circle that happened on more than one occasion.

Eventually, with time, and many one-on-one sessions with various members of his family the mental healing eventually caught up with the physical, and that had in turn led to this point, him sitting here… 1 year and 3 weeks later, which was 386 days, an exact total of 9,264 hours… Not that he’d been counting…

A tap on his shoulder brought him out of his thoughts, “are you okay?”

A short breath out, he glanced back at Gordon, who was now buckling himself into the co-pilots seat. “Yes… Yes, I am!” Turning back to the control panel… His left hand, which now had a treasured silver wedding band on, reached forwards, he didn’t need to even think about what he was doing, even after all this time, he knew his girl like the back of his hand. She moved forwards, trees parting for her, allowing the sunlight to light her beautiful green paint… God, it really had been too long…

“So, are you going to do the honours?” his brother asked.

“You bet I am!”

Gordon settled back as the green machine raised herself, ready and waiting. “Then she’s just waiting for your final command.”

Pressing the final button, then holding the controls in his hands, Thunderbird 2 shot into the air…

Virgil felt the smile light up his face… “Thunderbirds Are Go!”

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Previous: Chapter 52. Preparations.

Chapter 53. Home

Jeff pulled the car he was driving to a halt and surveyed his sleeping son who was comfortably propped up in the back seat. Virgil had been full of joyful energy after he had received the news that he was going home. However, shortly after saying their goodbyes to Gerry and carefully placing him in the car, the medication he had been given just before leaving had hit, Virgil’s energy had dissipated, and he’d drifted off to sleep. Jeff released a contented sigh as he continued to watch his child enjoy a peaceful slumber. He really didn’t want to wake him, but he knew he wouldn’t hear the end of it if Virgil missed the arrival of his beloved bird. So, even though there was currently no sign of Thunderbird 2’s arrival at their designated pickup point, Jeff reached over into the back seat and placed his hand on Virgil’s arm. “Hey son, time to wake up.”

“Mm…” Virgil yawned, slowly opening his eyes. “Sorry dad, what did you say?”

“Your girl will be here soon,” Jeff informed him.

Virgil released a big grin and looked out the window at the bright blue sky. “How long until she’s here?”

“Not long,” Jeff replied, checking his watch, “by the time we get you out the car and into your wheelchair then I’m sure she’ll be coming into view.”

“FAB!” Virgil responded excitedly.

Ten minutes later, Virgil, who was now sitting comfortably in his wheelchair, looked up at the sky when a familiar sound began to fill the air. “She’s here,” he beamed, as he observed Thunderbird 2 finally coming into view. Like each of his brothers he was obsessed with his own bird. Constantly cleaning her, checking her over for damage, and helping with upgrades to her systems. Also, like each of his brothers he believed his Thunderbird was the best. It was always an intense discussion between them, each of them making their own valid points, and each of them mocking each other’s crafts. During one of their heated arguments, Gordon had earned himself a laugh from the others and a slap around the head from Virgil when he had compared Thunderbird 2 to a giant flying toad. Virgil had gone on to explain to them that she was only clunky when she was not being handled correctly, if she was treated with respect, then she was graceful like an Albatross soaring through the sky. Now as he watched her coming into land he really felt like that comparison was the right one to make. Although, Scott was making a hash of the landing. “Hey dad, tell Scott to ease of the pedal and she will land much easier for him.”

“Do your own dirty work!” Jeff chuckled.

Virgil grinned at his father and pressed his watch. “Hey Scott.”

“Hi Virg, are you calling through to tell me how to handle your girl? Because if you are then I’m happy to turn around and leave you here,” he joked.

“I wouldn’t dream of it!” Virgil responded.

“Good,” Scott laughed, “because I know how to fly your lady.”

“Oh, you certainly do!” Virgil responded back, watching Scott finally bring her onto the ground.

“So, who is the best pilot?” Scott questioned.

“You’re one of the best… Although, not as good as me!” He added under his breath.

Scott jumped out of the pilot seat and climbed out of Thunderbird 2. “Hey bro, I’ve missed you.”

Virgil returned the hug that Scott was wrapping him in. “Missed you too!”

“Hey,” Jeff said, with a fake pout, “am I invisible here?”

Scott shook his head at his father’s reaction and pulled him into a warm embrace. “You know, you really do take after Gordon!”

“I think you’ll find it’s the other way around,” Jeff replied, with a deep laugh.

Virgil coughed to gain their attention. “Come on you two… I want to go home!”

Jeff glanced at Scott. “Shall we leave him here?”

“Yes,” Scott nodded, “especially if he’s going to do an Alan and ask if we are there yet every five minutes!”

“I promise to be good,” Virgil stated, pulling huge puppy dog eyes at them both.

“Come on then,” Scott smiled, taking control of Virgil’s wheelchair and pushing him towards his bird, “let’s get you into your flying frog!”

“She’s not a frog,” Virgil retaliated, “she’s a green goddess!”

“If you say so,” Scott chuckled, ruffling his brother’s hair, “now come on, let’s get you home!”

… …

“Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We will be making our final descent in the next five minutes. Please take this time to make sure your seatbelt is securely fastened, and any carry-on-luggage is safely stored away… Thank you!”

Virgil rolled his eyes at Scott’s announcement and gazed out at the view before him. It had taken a lot of his persuasive powers to convince his dad and his brother to allow him to sit up front and not in the infirmary. Along with his firm promise not to tell Scott how to control his bird during the flight. It had been very difficult to keep that part of his bargain, especially knowing what some of Scott’s habits were when he was piloting. Now, as the familiar sights appeared before him, he realised his silence had been worth it. Firstly, he’d only been able to make out the once volcanic ridge, which from a distance made the island appear barren. Then, upon inching that little bit closer he’d been able to see the turquoise waves cascading onto the golden beach, and the luscious dark greens of the forest that covered half of the island. A few years back he had loved exploring the woods and camping out with his brothers on the beach. However, since International Rescue had become fully operational, they had kept saying they would go out, but none of them had found the time. That was something that would have to change, ‘as soon as I can walk again,’ he thought to himself. Life was to short and precious to keep putting things off.

“She’s beautiful isn’t she!” Jeff said, snapping Virgil out of his daze.

“Yes, she is,” Virgil replied, grinning at his father as their hidden home with Gordon’s much-loved pool appeared before him, “I’ve made this descent so many times, but I’ve never really taken in her true beauty… I knew I was a bit homesick, but I guess I’ve missed the place more than I realised.”

“Well, you’re home now!” Scott announced, gliding Thunderbird 2 along the runway, past the tipped palm trees, and into the hangar.

… …

“Virgil!” Alan practically sang, bouncing over to his brother who had just been brought out of Thunderbird 2 and placed in his chair.

Virgil smiled at his youngest brother’s enthusiasm. “Hey Alligator, I’ve missed you.”

“Missed you too,” Alan replied, laughing at the childhood nickname while enveloping Virgil into a warm embrace, “and you as well dad.”

“Missed you too son,” Jeff added, hugging Alan.

“Hey,” Scott protested, “what about me?”

“You’ve only been gone a couple of hours!” Alan laughed.

“Still,” Scott pouted, “one of your hugs would be nice.”

“Okay,” Alan grinned, allowing Scott to wrap him in a quick hold.

“So, where are those other two brothers of mine?” Virgil questioned, when Alan had turned to face him once more.

“No idea!” Alan smirked.

Mm, really… What are you up too?” Virgil responded, raising his eyebrows.

“Nothing!” Alan answered, far too quickly and suspiciously for Virgil’s liking.

Virgil kept his eyes on a grinning Alan as all of them made their way from the hangar. “Where is everyone?” He asked, when they entered the very quiet Villa.

“Surprise… Welcome home!”

Virgil practically jumped in his chair, even though he had suspected a surprise party may have been organised, and then exhaled with relief when he saw the delighted faces before him. Not only were his two other brothers and grandma now embracing him, but standing there grinning back at him were Tin-Tin and her father Kyrano, alongside Brains, Parker, and… “Hey,” he sighed, at the sight of the beautiful Penelope.

“Hello,” she smiled sweetly, making her way towards him and holding him gently in her arms, before kissing him softly on his lips.

“What the?” Tin-Tin mouthed to Alan who was now standing next to her.

“No idea,” Alan shrugged, “they’re being mysterious and won’t tell us what’s going on.”

“Pen is my best friend, I’ll find out,” she assured Alan before acknowledging Virgil who was now grinning back at her, after finally letting Penny go. “Hello Virgil.”

“Hey sweetheart, do I get a cuddle?”

“Of course!”

“I hope you’ve been looking after that baby brother of mine?” Virgil whispered in her ear as he held her.

“Yes, I have,” Tin-Tin answered shyly, while turning bright red.

Virgil chuckled at her response and then turned to face the rest of the congregation. “Kyrano.”

“Master Virgil, it’s very good to see you.”

“And you too, Kyrano,” Virgil replied, shaking the man by his hand, “Brains… I’ve been told that I’ll be answering to you for all of my medical needs from now on?” Virgil questioned, while shaking his hand.

“That’s correct,” Brains responded, fiddling with his glasses.

“Well don’t worry, I promise to be good and do everything you say!” Virgil stated before glancing over to Parker who was still staring at him quite sternly after he had embraced Penny. “Hello Parker.”

“Master Tracy,” Parker greeted, firmly shaking Virgil’s hand, while sustaining a look of distrust on his face.

Virgil maintaining a hold of Parker’s hand, beckoned him towards him and began to speak quietly. “Parker, I understand that Penelope is like a daughter to you, and you would do absolutely anything to protect her!”

“That’s correct!”

“Well, I want you to know that I care about her very deeply, and I promise I will never do anything to hurt her!”

“That’s all I needed to hear Master Virgil,” Parker stated, instantly relaxing.

“Are you tired?” Ruth questioned, when everyone else had gone to fetch the party food from the kitchen. “Your father said you didn’t sleep during the flight back home. We can delay the party until you’ve had some rest.”

“What, and miss out on some of that awesome looking food,” Virgil answered, his mouth watering as Kyrano and Parker carried some of the treats into the room.

“We can save you some,” his grandma replied.

“With four brothers, there’s no chance of any surviving!”

“That’s true… Plus, I have made all of your favourites.”

“Well, that settles it, I’m certainly not resting then!”

“Well, if you do feel sleepy let one of us know, okay?”

“I will grandma!”

Ruth ruffled his hair, then turned to face the table so she could supervise her always ravenous grandsons. “Gordon Cooper Tracy… Put down that knife, Virgil gets to cut the cake and have the first slice!”

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Previous. Chapter 51 - Persuasion.

Chapter 52. Preparations

“Oh, thank you,” Jeff exhaled with relief when Gerry uttered those beautiful words, ‘Virgil’s going home!’

“I knew that would make you happy,” Doctor Sylvia, responded, “however, there are conditions. Nothing too serious, I’ve already gone through them with Brains, and I’d like to go through them with you too.”

“Yes, of course,” Jeff replied.

“Dad,” Virgil mumbled, from the wheelchair as he began to wake from his nap.

Jeff bent down and held his son’s hands. “Hey, are you okay?”

Virgil shook his head and yawned. “Pain and sleepy.”

“Don’t worry we’ll get that sorted for you.” Gerry said, leaving to get some help.

Jeff stayed by Virgil’s side while the nurses and Doctor Sylvia helped him back into the bed and gave him some medication. When he was happy that Virgil had once more fallen asleep, he turned to Gerry and whispered. “Can we speak somewhere quieter, so we don’t disturb him?”

“Of course, come into my office and we can have a coffee and chat.”

… …

“So, the conditions,” Gerry began, when they were both settled and drinking coffee, “Virgil will need to continue having regular scans on both his back and legs. Brains told me that you have the equipment for this, and I’ve asked him to send the results to me. If any unexpected complications do arise, Virgil will need to be brought back here immediately!”

“Absolutely!” Jeff confirmed.

“Also, as I’ve mentioned before we really don’t want Virgil putting any weight on his legs yet, which means he will need to be restricted to his bed, a sofa or a chair. Any other times he will need to use a wheelchair to get around your home. Brains said that he will be making the home wheelchair friendly, and we have plenty here you can choose from.”

“That all sounds fine with me, the only problem will be making sure Virgil sticks to these rules and accepts that he’ll need help to get around!”

Gerry smiled. “Well tell him if he doesn’t he’ll have to come back here, and it may cause him to be out of action a lot longer.”

“That should do it,” Jeff chuckled, “anything else?”

“You will need to bring him back in to see me as an outpatient when it’s time to remove the casts,” Gerry informed him. “Other than that, then he’s good to go!”

“Great, then when can we leave?” Jeff asked, smiling broadly.

“Well, I would like to run some final tests tomorrow, so I’m thinking the day after that.”

Jeff nodded. “That should give Brains plenty of time to make the adjustments that are needed, and the rest of the family a chance to prepare everything else.”

“Good,” Gerry said, placing his now empty cup on the desk, “I bet you’re looking forward to telling Virgil this news?”

“Actually,” Jeff grinned, “I would like to keep the news a secret, I’m thinking that it would make a wonderful surprise for him.”

“Well, I’m sure when you do tell him, he’ll be over the moon!”

… …

Two days later:

Jeff felt like he was bouncing down the corridor as he made his way to collect Virgil from the ward room. Thankfully the days had passed by quickly since he had received the news from Doctor Sylvia, and it was now time to let Virgil know that he was finally going home, and that it would be today! It had been extremely difficult to keep it from him, but Jeff knew the surprise and look on his boy’s face would make it worthwhile. Thankfully, he had been able to share the information with his family, and to say they were happy would have been an understatement, they were ecstatic! Gordon and Alan had taken it upon themselves to help organise the welcome home party with their grandma’s help, John immediately offered to help Brains with any adjustments to their island home, while Scott went over plans with his father to fly them home.

Now standing outside his son’s private room, Jeff exhaled with relief thankful that Virgil wouldn’t have to see this room again. He could now return home and recuperate in the comfort of his own room, surrounded by the things that made him happy, and with the company of people who loved him very dearly. Pushing the door to the private ward room open, Jeff beamed at Virgil who was propped up in the chair next to his bed. “Good morning son, how are you feeling on this fine day?”

“I’m okay, pains not to bad.” Virgil replied smiling at his father.

“That’s fantastic!”

Virgil watched as his dad literally skipped into the room, he was far too energetic for 9am on a Wednesday morning, thinking about it he’d never seen his father this lively. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Jeff answered, trying to look innocent.

“Okay, something is definitely going on. You’ve got that same look in your eyes that Gordon gets when he’s concocting an elaborate prank!”

“No,” Jeff protested, “I don’t get that look.”

“Err, yes you do,” Virgil said matter-of-factly, “come on admit it, you’re up to something, what is it?”

Jeff grinned back at Virgil. “Okay, okay… I’ve got something planned, but you will have to wait until Doctor Sylvia arrives, then I will tell you.”

“I knew you were up to something,” Virgil retorted. “At least now I know who Gordon inherited that look from!”

Jeff released a hearty laugh. “I always thought he got it from your mother.”

Virgil raised his eyebrow at his father and eyed him suspiciously. “No, definitely from you!”

A few minutes later Doctor Gerry Sylvia entered the room with a small computer pad in his hands. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” Both Virgil and Jeff responded.

Gerry acknowledged Virgil. “I’ve got something I need you to sign.”

“Does this explain why my father is being very weird?” Virgil questioned.

“It will,” Gerry chuckled, handing him the computer pad.

Virgil took the pad and began reading the short statement on it, his eyes widening as he did. “Are you serious?”

“Yes,” Gerry stated.

“I’m going home?” Virgil asked, not quite believing his eyes.

“If you press the yes button on that discharge form, then I’ll be taking you home today!” Jeff informed him.

“Today?” Virgil questioned, this time not believing his ears.

“Yes!” Jeff answered. “Now hurry up and click yes, so we can go!”

Virgil grinned from ear to ear and pressed the acceptance button on the pad. “Okay dad, I’m ready to go home!”

“Great,” Jeff responded, “because we’ve got a plane to catch.”

“Are we going home in Tracy 1?”

“No,” Jeff replied, shaking his head, “Scott and I have organised something a bit more special than that.”

“Thunderbird 2?” Virgil questioned hopefully.

“Yes,” Jeff nodded, “your green lady is on her way!”

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Previous: Chapter 50, Goodbyes.

Chapter 51. Persuasion.

Virgil released a heavy sigh, as he glanced around his empty ward room. It was only 5am, his father was currently at the hotel and getting some much-needed rest. It had been agreed between them both that Jeff would spend the evenings at the hotel, under the condition that if he was to have a nightmare he would contact his dad via his watch. Virgil had stuck to this arrangement, knowing that if he didn’t his dad would find out via one of the nurses and he would then refuse to leave him alone. The reason he was awake now though wasn’t because he’d been having any bad dreams, it was because he had woken up in pain an hour before, one of the night nurses had given him some pain relief straight away but unfortunately, he hadn’t yet fallen back asleep.

Instead Virgil lay there pondering the past 3 days that had passed since his brothers and grandma had flown back to Tracy Island. For Virgil it had felt like a lot longer. Boredom had quickly settled in without his brothers for company, his father had done his best to keep him occupied but it wasn’t the same as having four brothers and their constant chatter nearby. He certainly hadn’t regretted insisting that they return home. Especially, since they had been called out on a mission within 6 hours of announcing International Rescue were back in business. Virgil had begun to naturally worry about his siblings being out on the field without sufficient rest. However, Jeff had helped with the anxiety he had been feeling by having the communications from the rescue fed through to both of their watches.

Releasing another deep breath in frustration at the lack of sleep he had gotten, Virgil racked his head for some way to stop his wondering mind. Looking at his bedside table, Virgil smiled when he received the answer he was looking for. Pulling the bear that Alan had gifted him into his arms, Virgil pressed the belly of the aptly named ‘Ally Bear’ and chuckled when it growled back. He then reached out and picked up his music player, put the headphones in, and turned it on. Virgil smiled as he breathed in the magical sound of Liszt’s, La Campanella. Then pulling his Ally Bear into his arms, Virgil closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

… …

8am:

‘Well, would you look at that.’ Jeff said to himself, when he stepped into his sons’ private room. Virgil was fast asleep, his arm was wrapped tightly around the bear which clung to his chest, while his headphones remained in his ears and his music player rested on the bed, and a carefree smile adorned his face. Watching Virgil sleeping like this, Jeff couldn’t help casting his mind back to when his son was very young and would carry his childhood toy Boo Bear everywhere. The thing was practically attached to him and it became a nightmare to prise it away when they needed to wash the thing. Jeff chuckled to himself as the memories of his son as young boy continued to conjure in his mind.

“I bet you wished you had a camera?” Doctor Sylvia said, bringing Jeff out of his thoughts.

“He would probably throttle me if I took a picture,” Jeff chuckled, greeting Gerry with a friendly handshake, “how was he during the night?”

Gerry opened the file he held in his hand. “He woke around 4am needing pain relief.”

“Oh!”

Gerry placed his hand supportively on Jeff’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, Virgil only came off the intravenous drugs yesterday morning, he will get used to the pills, it will just take time.”

“I know,” Jeff sighed, “I just hate seeing him in any pain.”

“That I can understand!”

“He keeps trying to hide it from me, last night he insisted that he had been okay, and the tablets were working.”

“He’s trying to protect you?”

Jeff nodded. “Kids! They are so reliant on us as children, but as soon as they realise we’re not indestructible they start trying to do everything they can to protect us… Plus, Virgil’s got that damn Tracy pride!”

“The double whammy!” Gerry chuckled.

“Yep!”

Gerry pointed to Virgil. “Looks like he’s stirring.”

Jeff moved over to Virgil’s bed and dropped into the chair, smiling as he watched his son yawn and open his eyes, and immediately become embarrassed by being found with the bear in his arms. “Morning.”

“Morning dad,” Virgil said, trying to suppress a yawn and hide the bear at the same time, “morning Doc.”

“Good morning Virgil,” Gerry replied.

“So, what’s the days schedule?” Virgil asked, finally managing to stuff the bear under the blanket.

“Well,” Gerry began, trying to suppress his laughter, “we’ve got you booked in for some light physio on your shoulder later this morning, followed by some routine checks on your back and legs.”

“Any idea when I’ll be able to get the leg casts and this back support off?”

“I’m afraid they will have to stay on for several more weeks yet,” Gerry confirmed.

Jeff squeezed Virgil’s hand softly. “You can’t rush your recovery son.”

“I know… It’s just, I really want to go home!”

“Unfortunately, with the severity of your leg fractures and back injuries, that won’t be happening for a while.” Gerry explained

“Oh!” Virgil sighed, the disappointment on his face evident.

“I’m sorry I can’t give you better news.”

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault,” Virgil replied. “I guess I’m just a bit homesick... How long have I been here anyway?”

“Nearly two and a half weeks!” Jeff stated.

“Is that all?” Virgil questioned. “Feels like I’ve been here for months!”

“Mm, it certainly does,” Jeff agreed.

“We could change the scenery for you, well at least for a short time,” Gerry suggested.

“How?” Virgil and Jeff both asked.

“Well, you are completely free this afternoon. If you’re feeling up to it Virgil, and since it’s such a nice day, then we can sort you out a wheelchair.” Gerry acknowledged Jeff. “You can take him outside to the hospitals gardens and have lunch together.”

“Sounds good to me, what do you think?” Jeff said, glancing towards Virgil.

Virgil smiled and nodded enthusiastically at his father.

“Good,” Gerry responded, “now, do you need any medication?”

Virgil shook his head. “Pains not too bad.”

“Define, not too bad?” Jeff questioned

“Around a three.”

“Virgil, you told me the same yesterday evening and I know you needed some pain relief in the night.”

“Oh,” Virgil replied, “you know about that?”

“Yes, I do!” Jeff scolded. “Virgil, you shouldn’t keep hiding how much pain you’re in!”

“Sorry dad... It’s just… I don’t want you to worry.”

“I’m afraid you can’t stop the worrying, no matter what you tell me. It’s been ingrained in me ever since I became a father!” Jeff informed him. “Now, how bad is it really?”

“Promise not to freak out?”

“How bad?” Jeff questioned, a look of concern creeping onto his face.

“Around a six, maybe slightly more.”

“Right, I’ll go and get you some pain killers,” Gerry said, leaving the room.

Virgil looked at his father apologetically. “Sorry.”

Jeff shook his head at Virgil, while stroking his hand through his hair. “Don’t be!”

… …

After Virgil had been given his medication, a nurse had entered to help him get washed up. While this was taking place, Jeff had decided to exit the ward room and go and speak privately with Doctor Sylvia. “There’s absolutely no chance that he can come home?”

Gerry shook his head. “I’m sorry Jeff, I can understand that after everything he’s been through you want to get him back home, and yes, it would probably help with the emotional healing. Nevertheless, he still needs a lot of medical help with his physical recovery.”

“What kind of things?” Jeff enquired.

“Quite a lot!” Gerry sighed. “Are you sure you want to know?”

Jeff nodded. “Please tell me.”

“Firstly, there’s his back fracture, which will need to be frequently examined. Secondly, because of the break he suffered to his legs, and being treated for compartment syndrome, we will need to run consistent checks and scans. Plus, we really don’t want him putting any weight on his legs for quite some time yet, so he will be confined to a bed, soft chair or when necessary a wheelchair… And unfortunately, that’s not everything!”

“What else?” Jeff asked, almost afraid to know the answer.

Gerry looked at him sympathetically. “Virgil’s ribs are still healing, the other cuts and bruises he suffered may have nearly disappeared but we really should keep an eye on some of the ones that haven’t, and we will need to continue with the light physio on his right shoulder. Finally, there’s the pain that he’s very obviously suffering from because of all these injuries.”

Jeff grew quiet contemplating what Gerry had said, eventually he decided to speak. “We have a lot of medical equipment back on the island, we couldn’t have managed with his initial injuries, but maybe we can now.”

Gerry shook his head. “I’m sorry Jeff, even if you do have the equipment to treat him, do you have anyone who has the experience and the know how to look after him?”

“Well, usually any medical help comes from Virgil and Brains.”

“Brains, is that his real name?” Gerry questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“It’s a nickname that stuck,” Jeff said, with a slight laugh, “and he definitely lives up to it!”

“So, this Brains would be able to follow any medical instructions we were to give him?”

“Yes,” Jeff confirmed.

“Mm… Well, I’m willing to talk to him and see how much knowledge he does have, would that be possible?”

“Definitely!” Jeff nodded enthusiastically, feeling like he was finally winning Gerry over.

“Okay, then I’ll speak to him, but I’m not promising anything,” Gerry said firmly, “Virgil’s health comes first!”

“I completely agree!”

“So, if I don’t feel that Brains would be able to handle everything then we agree to keep Virgil here a little bit longer?”

Jeff nodded his agreement and then checked his watch. “I’ll contact Brains now, and tell him to expect your call.”

Gerry smiled at Jeff’s enthusiasm. “You’re eager!”

“It’s just… I really want my boy back home!” Jeff stated, before glancing towards Virgil’s ward room. “Gerry… Can we please keep this to ourselves for the moment?”

“Yes, of course,” Gerry responded. “Any particular reason why?”

“I don’t want him to get his hopes up… And if you do say yes, then it would be a wonderful surprise for him!”

“No problem Jeff, I’ll let you know my verdict as soon as I can.”

… …

Later that afternoon:

Virgil held his breath in anticipation as his father pushed him towards the automatic doors which led to the gardens. He hadn’t realised how much he had missed the outdoors. The feeling of the sun shining down upon him, the soft breeze blowing through his hair, or the beauty of birds, butterflies and other insects flying by. Now, though as doors slid open and the sights, sounds, and sweet summer smells hit him with their full force, he suddenly realised what he had almost lost.

“There are some great sights for you to draw here!” Jeff grinned, stopping by a bench which overlooked the flower garden.

“Mm… Yes,” Virgil mumbled.

Puzzled by his son’s response, Jeff looked down at Virgil and frowned with dismay when he saw the tears he was shedding. “Virg, what’s wrong?”

Virgil sniffed back the tears. “It just fully hit me… How much was so nearly taken away!”

“But it wasn’t!” Jeff assured him.

“I know,” Virgil replied, wiping his eyes, “I’m crying because I still get a chance to experience all of this!”

“Are you sure?” Jeff asked, sitting himself down on the bench and taking his sons hands.

“Yes dad,” Virgil nodded. “these are tears of happiness!”

Jeff beamed at him and held him in his arms for a short time before sitting himself back up. “Now how about some food?”

Virgil grinned at his dad. “Yes please, I’m starving!”

Two hours passed by with father and son eating and chatting away, until Virgil began to grow tired and slipped into a restful sleep. Jeff had remained outdoors with him, happily watching as he silently slept. Eventually, realising this wasn’t the short nap he’d expected it to be, Jeff gathered their things and began to bring Virgil back to his room. Stopping when he saw Gerry Sylvia making his way towards them.

“Hello,” Gerry whispered, so as not to disturb Virgil, “how was the outing?”

Jeff smiled. “Really good, thank you for suggesting it.”

“No problem,” Gerry replied, “are you heading back to the room?”

“Yes,” Jeff said, “I think the fresh airs going to keep him asleep for some time!”

“Let’s walk and talk then,” Gerry suggested, taking the wheelchair for Jeff so he could manage the bag he held.

“So, have you spoken to Brains then?” Jeff questioned, once they had entered the lift which would take them back to the ward.

“Yes, and I can understand now why he got his nickname.”

Jeff released a light laugh. “If it wasn’t for that man, I don’t know how I would have ever realised my dream for International Rescue.”

Gerry nodded as they both exited the lift. “Well, he certainly as fantastic knowledge of the medical field.”

Jeff grinned at Gerry. “Does this mean what I think it does?”

“Yes,” Gerry confirmed. “Virgil’s going home!”

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Chapter 50. Goodbyes.

Previously.

“… Someone out there could lose a family member… I don’t need rescuing anymore but others still do… The world needs International Rescue!”

… …

Everyone contemplated what Virgil had said. They all knew that he was right, if a disaster did occur and someone were to die because International Rescue had not been available, then each one of them would feel personally responsible. After another five minutes of silence, Scott spoke. “I hate to admit it but Virgil’s right. I just hate the thought of returning to duty without you, especially when you are needing our emotional support.”

Virgil reached out and held Scott’s hand, gripping it tightly. “I know I’ve been struggling and yes, I know it’s going to take me a long time to process everything. I also know it’s going to be several months before I can even contemplate returning to work… But, the world won’t stop turning while I recuperate. Disasters will happen, people will get hurt, and they will need our unique services to help them… Look, I’m not suggesting that all of you go home, if you’re that worried about me one of you could stay here.”

“Okay, so we’re all in agreement that International Rescue does need to continue?” Jeff questioned.

“Yes,” everyone replied.

“Okay, then my suggestion is that mother, you and all the boys return home tomorrow, while I will stay here with Virgil. Does everyone agree?”

Even though they were all still reluctant to leave, everyone nodded their agreement, knowing that what had been said was really for the best.

… …

The following afternoon:

Penelope entered the ward room and smiled at Jeff who was quietly reading a magazine, while Virgil dosed in the big chair which the nurses had propped him up in. “How is he?”

Jeff placed his magazine down and returned Penny’s warm smile. “He’s okay, they gave him some pain medication about an hour ago.”

“How did the scans go?”

“Good, they will be starting him on some light physio on his shoulder in a day or two. They also did some scans on his ribs and everything’s healing as it should.”

“That’s good, any chance he’ll be able to come home soon?”

“Not while he’s still getting his pain meds through the IV. As soon as that does change, I plan to speak to Gerry and see what can be arranged.” Jeff glanced towards the doorway. “Where’s everyone else, still packing?”

“They were just finishing,” Penny explained, “I have no idea how your sons have amassed so much stuff over such a short space of time and how they’ve managed to lose half of it.”

Jeff frowned. “They’ve not destroyed the hotel suite looking for everything, have they?”

“Don’t worry, your mother and Parker were making sure they cleared up their mess.”

Jeff grinned. “I can imagine my mother and Parker are quite a team.”

“Oh, they certainly are!” Penny laughed.

“You should wake him up before you go,” Jeff suggested, noticing Penny was now watching Virgil sleeping.

“Are you sure?” Penny questioned. “He seems to be sleeping quite soundly.”

“Yes!” Jeff replied, standing up. “Look, I’m going to head to the canteen for a coffee. Wake him, I know he will be disappointed if he doesn’t get to say goodbye.”

Penny smiled and nodded. Once Jeff had left she quietly made her way over to Virgil, sat herself down and gently took his hand in hers. “Virgil.”

Virgil slowly opened his eyes, a natural smile falling across his face. “Hey.”

“Sorry to wake you, I just wanted to make sure that I managed to say goodbye.”

“That’s okay, when are you and Parker leaving?” Virgil questioned.

“As soon as Parker finishes helping your grandmother keep your brothers in line.”

Virgil smirked. “Are they causing trouble?”

“Something like that.”

Virgil squeezed her hand. “Do you really have to go so soon?”

“Unfortunately, yes,” Penny replied, “I have a few business functions that I simply cannot put off any longer.”

“That’s a shame, I really would have enjoyed your company,” he replied with a cheeky grin.

“And in what way would you have enjoyed my company?” Penelope asked, her eyes twinkling.

“I’m sure we could have figured something out!”

“You’re incapacitated!”

“That wouldn’t stop me,” he responded, beckoning her to come closer and then kissing her softly on her lips.

“Well, I will hold you to that when you come and visit.”

“Will I see you before then?”

“Yes, I will definitely be on the island for your homecoming.”

Virgil released a despondent sigh. “Whenever that may be.”

“I’m sure that you will be strong enough to return soon.”

“I hope so!”

“And as I said, I will be there,” Penelope raised her eyebrow, “I’m sure if you keep that in mind it will help you to feel better.”

“Oh, it certainly does!” Virgil grinned, pulling her in for another kiss.

“Busted!” A voice laughed from the doorway.

Virgil and Penelope looked up, both sighing when they saw Scott, Alan, John and Gordon grinning back at them, with the shocked expressions of Jeff, Ruth and Parker standing closely behind.

“How long have you been standing there?” Virgil questioned.

“Oh, long enough!” Gordon giggled.

“Err… M’Lady, we need to be making a move,” Parker informed her, stepping in front of the boys.

“Of course, Parker,” Penny replied, before turning her attention back to Virgil, “I’ll see you soon.”

Virgil nodded and not caring what the others thought, pulled her in for another kiss. “Yes, soon!”

Penelope smiled, then standing up she turned towards the doorway. “Boys.”

“Bye Penny,” they all chorused, giving her a quick hug.

“Ruth, Jeff,” she added, “it’s always a pleasure.”

“Of course, Penny,” Ruth and Jeff both responded, returning the handshake and hug she offered.

Parker coughed to gain Penelope’s attention. “Are you ready M’Lady.”

“Yes, of course Parker,” Penny answered, making her way outside.

“Bye Parker,” Virgil called.

“Yes, bye Master Virgil... Feel better soon!” Parker responded, shooting him a very concerned look before leaving the room.

“So, Virgil, how are you feeling?” Scott questioned, sitting himself in the chair that Penny had vacated.

“I’m okay, pain’s not too bad.”

“That’s good, anything interesting to tell us?” Scott asked, smirking at him.

“Nope!” Virgil retorted with a giant grin.

“Oh, come on bro,” Gordon and Alan both chirped bouncing over to Virgil. “It’s you and Penny!”

“Yes, come on Virg, you can’t hold out on us!” John added.

“Now come on boys, leave your brother alone,” Ruth warned them, “I’m sure he will give us the details when he’s good and ready!”

“Thank you, grandma.”

“That’s okay sweetie,” She replied, ruffling his hair, “whatever the situation, I’m just pleased to see you happy.”

“I don’t think Parker feels the same,” Gordon laughed, “he’s very protective of Penelope and judging from his reaction I would say you have to watch yourself there.”

“Gordon, stop teasing your brother!” Ruth scolded, when she noticed a look of worry spread across Virgil’s face.

“But grandma it’s so much fun!” Gordon whined.

“Then tease one of your other brothers!” She suggested.

“Hey!” The others protested.

“Grandma, you’re not meant to have a favourite!” Alan complained.

“I don’t, I love you all equally,” Ruth stated, “It’s just Virgil’s been through enough and shouldn’t have to deal with you lot mocking him!”

“Exactly!” Virgil replied, with a big grin, while his brothers all playfully scowled at him.

Ruth laughed at them all, then noticing Jeff had not joined them she turned and glanced at her son who was still standing in the doorway looking shocked. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I am,” Jeff answered, shaking the look of surprise away, “oh, and don’t worry,” he whispered in Virgil’s ear, “Parker will come around!”

“Thanks dad,” Virgil replied, before focusing on his brothers and grandma. “So, how long before you��re all due to fly out?”

“I want to get us back before nightfall,” Scott answered, “we’ll probably head to the airfield in an hour.”

“Why are you trying to get rid of us already?” Gordon questioned, feigning his disappointment in a very over the top way.

Virgil released a hearty laugh. “Gordon, you’re so dramatic! You really missed your calling as a movie star.”

Gordon grinned, coughed to clear his throat, and then held himself in a theatrical pose. “Oh Romeo, Romeo…”

“That’s the girls part!” Alan squawked with amusement.

“Yes, I knew that!” Gordon stated, turning a royal red from his brothers, fathers and grandmothers’ laughter. “Err… So Virg, we all got you presents,” he added, trying desperately to change everybody’s focus onto something else.

“Presents?” Virgil said, grinning from ear to ear.

“Yeah, I got you this,” Alan chirped, pulling a box out of a bag that his grandma had passed him.

Virgil eagerly opened the box and smiled when he found a small furry bear inside. “Aww, this is cute!”

“It’s because you always give the best bear hugs ever,” Alan explained, “also, press his tummy.”

Virgil pressed the bears tummy and chuckled when the bear growled. “Thank you, Alan, I love him. Now, come here and give me a cuddle.”

Alan happily skipped over and carefully hugged his brother.

Once Virgil had released Alan, Ruth stepped forwards. “Here you go sweetie, I got you this.”

Virgil took the small bag from her and pulled out the gift. “A jar of coffee?”

Ruth nodded. “It’s the one we use on the island, I’ve talked the nurses and caterers here to give you this instead of the drivel they serve.”

Virgil thanked her and gave her a quick hug before focussing on John who was now stepping forwards.

“My gift comes with an apology.” John explained, passing Virgil a box. “You see, when you were missing I accidently broke your favourite cup. I’m really sorry, I found a replacement and I really hope you like it.”

Virgil opened the box revealing a shimmering green mug. “Cool! Thanks bro, I love it.”

“Are you sure?” John asked nervously.

“Yes of course,” Virgil confirmed, “this one seems to be sparkling... Plus, you’ve given it to me, so that makes it one hundred times better!”

Scott grinned at Virgil when he had finished hugging John. “Here’s mine. Hopefully, it will help with the boredom when you’ve only got our old man for company.”

“Hey!” Jeff protested, with a slight smirk at Scott’s jibe.

“Art pad and pencils!” Virgil beamed, when he’d opened the bag.

“Oh, I also added some more of your favourite tracks on to this for you.” Scott explained, pulling out a small music player and headphones from an inner pocket.

“Thank you!”

“No problem!” Scott said, excepting the cuddle from his brother.

“Me next,” Gordon sang.

Virgil looked at him quizzically when he was passed a suspicious looking box. “Is this safe to open?”

“Of course!” Gordon stated innocently.

“Don’t look at us,” John said, “he’s refused to tell any of us what he was getting you.”

Virgil frowned and slowly opened the box, jumping when a jack in the box popped out. “Jeez, Gordon!”

Gordon chuckled at Virgil’s surprise, “Now pull out the small drawer at the bottom.”

“Do I really want too?” Virgil asked.

Gordon nodded. “Seriously, your real gift is inside.”

Virgil carefully opened the drawer. “My chain?”

“When Alan gave you your chain back you hadn’t noticed that the clasp was damaged and the chain itself was scuffed. So, I got it fixed for you.”

Virgil grabbed his brother’s hand and pulled him into the biggest squeeze he could manage. “Wow, Gordon. This was really sweet of you, thank you so much!”

“You’re worth it Virg,” Gordon said, breathing in the hug, “now, let me go before Scott starts blubbering.”

“I’m not crying!” Scott exclaimed, quickly wiping away his tears.

Taking a small box out of his pocket, Jeff stepped forwards. “Even though I’m staying with you, I’ve also got you a little something.”

Virgil opened the box and grinned when he saw what was inside. “A new watch.”

Jeff picked up the watch and fastened it to Virgil’s left wrist. “It’s to replace your old one as it was broken.”

“How did you get it here?” Virgil enquired.

“I brought it with me when we left the island to come here, I wanted you to have a new one as soon as possible.”

Virgil embraced his father. “Thanks dad.”

Jeff returned the hug and then pulled away looking in his son’s eyes. “I want you to remember that even though you’re going to be out of action for a long time, you’re are still an important part of International Rescue!”

Virgil nodded. “I will!”

“Good,” Jeff replied, ruffling Virgil’s hair before checking his own watch, “I think it’s time you lot made a move.”

“I guess you are right dad,” Scott sighed when he also saw what time it was.

After another 15 minutes of warm hugs followed by goodbyes, everyone finally left for Tracy one, leaving just Virgil and his father in the ward room.

“Well, I guess it’s just you and me kiddo.”

“Yeah,” Virgil sighed.

“Don’t worry, as soon as we get the all clear, we will get you home!”

“Yep, definitely!” Virgil nodded, a look of determination creeping on his face. “Oh, and dad…”

“Yes son?”

“Don’t call me kiddo!”

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Hope

Virgil raised his head, his eyes meeting that of his tormentor. The one who had beaten him repeatedly then left him bleeding in his dark damp cell. The one who had deprived him of food until he begged for nourishment. The one who had whispered those words to him every day he had held him here.

At first he had hoped that they’d meant that he could return to his family. His brothers, his grandma. However, each time the hope had been met with a sneer of delight and the mocking words that he would never return home. Now, eight hundred and two days later all hope that those words were true had faded. He was never going home.

Your whump word(s) of the day

“Good news… How would you like to go home?”

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Chapter 49. Visitor.

Jeff continued cradling Virgil in his arms until a short tap sounded at the door. Glancing round Jeff smiled at Doctor Gerry Sylvia when he entered the room. “Hey Gerry, how are you doing?”

“I’m good thanks, Hello Virgil.”

“Hi doc,” Virgil replied, wiping away his tears.

Gerry waited quietly while Jeff helped Virgil out of his arms, kissed him on the forehead, and then sat back in his seat. As soon as they were settled Gerry spoke. “We have you booked in for some scans tomorrow to see how well your shoulders healed, if that goes well then we can start physio. Also, I just saw the nurse, she said that you are going to try and eat something?”

“You are?” Jeff questioned.

Virgil nodded his response.

“Well, how would you like to have something to eat out of that bed?”

“That would be fantastic,” Virgil replied, “I’m fed up of lying around.”

“If you give me a couple of minutes then I’ll organise someone to come and help you out.”

… …

Twenty minutes later Scott, his grandmother and brothers returned to the ward room with Parker and Penelope alongside them, all of them coming to an instant stop when they saw Virgil propped up in a big comfy chair with some food in front of him.

“Wow, how long were we gone for?” Gordon asked.

“Not long,” Virgil grinned, taking another spoonful of soup.

Alan bounced over to Virgil and sat down on the bed. “It’s so good to see you eating.”

“Well, I don’t know if you could call this food,” Virgil responded, placing the spoon he had been using down.

Ruth looked at Virgil sternly. “Try and eat some more Virgil.”

Virgil shook his head. “I’ve had enough, thank you grandma.”

“You’ve only had 5 spoonful’s!” Jeff stated.

“Virgil, you need to eat some more!” Alan demanded.

“When did you become so bossy?” Virgil questioned.

“I’m not bossy,” Alan protested.

Virgil smirked. “Well I hate to say this bro, but you are kind of turning into Scott.”

“I’m not bossy!” Scott responded.

“Err, yes you are,” Alan replied, “but there’s no way I’m turning into you.”

Scott scrunched up his nose. “It’s not such a bad thing you know.”

“I’m not saying it is but…” Alan’s voice trailed off when he saw Virgil laughing at them both. “Wait, you see what he’s doing, right?”

“Yes, I do!” Scott exhaled loudly, frowning at Virgil he picked up the spoon and held it out towards him. “Now, stop trying to change the conversation and eat!”

“Yes, otherwise we will feed you ourselves!” Alan added.

Everyone started laughing at Scott’s and Alan’s response while Virgil took the spoon and reluctantly started eating again.

… …

Half an hour later the door crept open and Maria Andrews peeked inside. “Hi, is it okay if I come in?”

“Of course,” they all responded.

“How are you Virgil?”

“Better than I have been.”

“That’s good,” she smiled.

“You’re not back at work already, are you?” Ruth questioned.

“No,” she reassured them, “I’ve been offered some time off, with the offer of full pay this time, so I’ve decided to take it… I just wanted to see you all before heading back home, I heard about what happened after I was arrested, and wanted to say thank you for believing that I didn’t do it.”

“No problem,” Jeff smiled.

“If you hadn’t of followed your instincts then I would have still been in jail and I dread to think what would have happened to my brothers. I don’t know what I would do if I lost them.”

“I can understand that!” Scott replied, placing his hand in Virgil’s. “We heard about your brothers being injured a while back, how are they?”

“They are okay, thank you. They’ve had some tough times but we’ve all got through it together… Personally, I’m just glad they are alive. Like yourselves I have International Rescue to thank.”

“International Rescue?” Jeff commented, trying to deflect the awkward looks everyone was giving each other.

“When Virgil was first brought in, Doctor Sylvia told us that International Rescue had helped save him and brought him here.”

“Yes, they did,” Jeff replied, remembering the cover story Gerry had used.

“And they helped your brothers?” Ruth questioned innocently.

“Well, unfortunately the way my family had been buried by the landslide meant that they hadn’t been found until quite late but thanks to their hard work my brothers were eventually discovered and rescued.”

“They sound like great guys,” Penny commented, trying not to laugh at all five boys trying to hide their slightly reddening faces.

Maria nodded. “Yes, they are, one of them even stayed with my mother when she passed away.”

Scott glanced at Virgil who had been the one who had remained. “He sounds really brave!”

Virgil rolled his eyes at Scott’s remark.

“Yes, he is… They all are,” Maria commented, “I’ve heard they are not currently performing rescues. I really hope it’s nothing too serious.”

Virgil smiled at her warmly. “I’m sure everything is okay and whatever problem they had is over. I wouldn’t be surprised if they are back on duty really soon!”

Everyone bit their lips trying not to laugh at Virgil’s remark.

“I hope so,” Maria replied, not noticing their reactions. “Anyway, I’ve got to go… Thank you again.”

Everyone said their goodbyes to Maria, once she had left the room Scott turned to Virgil and shook his head. “You are so subtle!”

“She’s right though,” Virgil stated, “International Rescue needs to continue.”

“But you need us,” Gordon remarked.

“Both the Hood and Sanderson are in prison… And I’m okay.”

Scott shook his head. “You’re not though Virg. You’ve been struggling, and you need our support.”

“We need to continue operating or the Hood will get what he wanted, and someone might need our help.”

“You don’t need to worry Virgil. Brains is monitoring the systems, if anybody does need help then he’s been passing the information on to local rescue services and there’s not been any major incidents,” Jeff informed him.

“But how would we all feel if the rescue services couldn’t make it in time, or a major disaster happened that needed our specialised equipment. Someone out there could lose a family member… I don’t need rescuing anymore but others still do… The world needs International Rescue!”

Next: C50

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Previous: Chapter 47. Talking.

Chapter 48. Dreams.

Virgil opened his eyes and surveyed the barren land before him. Nothing made sense. He could have sworn that he had been at the hospital. However, instead of being safe and sound with his family, he had woken to find himself completely alone, with only the noise from the swirling wind and the thick fog that surrounded him to keep him company. Suddenly Virgil could hear the distorted laughter of two people, frantically he looked around searching for the voices, until his eyes rested on both Emily Sanderson and the Hood. “Oh God,” he muttered, attempting to pull himself to his feet.

“Going somewhere?” The Hood snorted, his eyes changing to a penetrating orange.

Virgil’s legs buckled, causing him to stumble forwards and fall flat on his stomach. Now unable to move he desperately yelled for help.

“You can shout all you like, no one can hear you,” Emily sneered, her eyes beginning to grow into an emerald green.

“This isn’t real,” Virgil whispered.

“Oh, it’s definitely real!” Emily spat venomously.

Virgil squeezed his eyes tightly shut hoping that this would make them both disappear.

The Hood released a disdainful laugh. “Oh, that’s not going to work!”

Virgil shook his head defiantly. None of this made sense. He had been with Scott and John. They wouldn’t abandon him here. “Would they? No, I’m not alone!”

Both the Hood and Emily looked at each other and then back at Virgil, before releasing more heinous laughter.

“Well, I’m very happy to say that you are alone,” Emily scoffed, “so, this time no one is coming to help you!”

“But Don’t worry we won’t leave you,” the Hood added.

Virgil felt his heart pulsating faster and faster, as the Hood and Sanderson leered over him, their hands reaching out menacingly towards his throat…

… …

“Virgil, wake up!”

Virgil’s eyes shot open, instantly resting on the woman sitting next to him. “Penny?”

“Yes, it’s me,” she soothed, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

“Hood, Sanderson… They were…” Virgil’s voice trailed off.

Penelope wrapped Virgil’s hand in hers. “It’s okay, they are both locked away, remember?”

“It was just a dream,” Virgil questioned.

“Yes, you’re safe now!” She reassured him.

“And I’m not alone?” He asked.

“Of course not,” she answered, hating to see him in such a state, “why would you think that?”

“The dream, I was alone and…” Virgil paused and glanced around the room. “Where’s Scott and John?”

“I sent them back to the hotel around an hour ago. I wanted to make sure they could join the rest of your family for dinner. Parker went with them, to make sure they all eat before returning,” Penny explained, “they did say that you asked them to stay, do you want me to call them and get them to come back?”

“No, that’s okay,” Virgil answered, exhaling slowly to calm himself down, “sorry if I scared you.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for!”

Virgil squeezed Penny’s hand. “I’m glad it’s just me a you?”

“Oh, and why’s that?” She enquired with a smile.

"I heard what you did to Sanderson and I wanted to thank you.”

“Virgil, you don’t need to thank me for anything. You’ve been there for me far too many times to recall, and she definitely deserved a lot worse than what I did to her!”

“Well, I’m going to say it again, thank you,” Virgil lifted her hand and gently kissed it.

“So, apart from the obvious nightmares, how are you feeling?” She enquired.

“A bit brighter after waking up to such a pretty face!”

“Virgil Tracy, you are such a charmer!”

“I try!”

Penelope shook her head and then pushed some hair out of Virgil’s eyes. “I’ve really missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.” Virgil replied.

“When you are out of this hospital and feeling strong enough you really should come and visit me. A holiday away from everything. A chance for you to escape the smothering that we both know will drive you crazy!”

“You’re definitely right about the smothering,” Virgil laughed, “and I would love to come and visit you.”

“Good!” Penelope responded, leaning in closer and kissing him on his cheek.

Virgil raised his eyebrows. “A kiss on the cheek, is that all I get?”

Penelope released a light laugh, placed her hand on his face, leaned in and kissed him softly on his lips. “Is that better?”

Virgil grinned. “Much!”

Just then a short knock came at the door. Penelope and Virgil glanced across the room and smiled at the young nurse, Hannah, as she entered the room. “Sorry to disturb you.”

“It’s okay,” they both chimed.

“Virgil, how are you feeling?” She questioned, while checking all the equipment.

“I’m okay, thank you. Feeling a bit hungry though.”

Hannah picked up Virgil’s notes. “Well, I can see from your notes that you weren’t consuming much during the bouts of sickness. However, if you are feeling a bit better, then I can arrange something.”

Virgil nodded. “Yes please.”

Hannah finished checking his obs, then leaving the room she stopped and leaned back in. “Oh, looks like the herd are on their way.”

Both Penelope and Virgil laughed at the ‘herd’ comment and awaited the incoming.

Alan was the first to bustle his way inside the room, followed by Gordon, John and Scott. All of them coming to an instant stop when they saw the cheerful face of their brother.

“Hey Virg, you’re awake!” Gordon beamed.

“And you’re smiling… Penny, what on earth did you say to him?” Alan questioned.

“Nothing much,” Penelope answered, standing up, “I just have my ways!”

“Well whatever it was, it’s certainly helped,” John stated.

“I bet I can guess!” Scott chuckled, earning him a glare from Virgil, as he dropped into the now vacated chair. “How have you been?”

“I’m okay,” Virgil replied, “where’s dad and grandma?”

“We’re here,” Ruth responded, hurrying over to Virgil and giving him a kiss on the forehead.

Jeff walked in the room chatting happily away to Parker.

“Hey dad.”

“Virgil!” Jeff shooed Scott out of his chair, so he could pour some water for his son. “Any nightmares?”

“The ones the Hood gave me have definitely stopped, “Virgil confirmed, “and I don’t remember dreaming.”

“Virgil!” Penny warned.

“Okay, I may have had a dream,” Virgil admitted, “but it really wasn’t that bad.”

“Not too bad,” Penelope frowned, “Virgil, you were screaming!”

Jeff frowned. “You promised you would talk to us!”

“I didn’t want to worry you,” Virgil replied.

“Stop worrying about us,” Jeff scolded, “now, can you tell us was this nightmare all about?”

Virgil gazed at all of them staring at him and shook his head.

Sensing Virgil was struggling Scott turned to all the others in the room. “Hey everyone, why don’t we go, and all grab some coffees from the canteen. Virg, you’ll be alright with just dad, right?”

Virgil nodded, while Jeff mouthed, “thank you,” as they all silently left the room. Once they were alone, Jeff sat himself on the side of Virgil’s bed and placed his arm carefully around him. After a short silence, Virgil started to speak. “I was alone with just the Hood and Sanderson, their eyes were glowing, and I couldn’t move and they…”

“It’s okay Virgil,” Jeff said supportively, “take a deep breath in and then a deep breath out.” Once Virgil had followed his father’s commands, Jeff continued. “Now, when you feel ready keep talking, okay?

Virgil nodded, took a few more calming breaths, before continuing to speak. “They told me that I was alone, and no one was coming for me.”

“Virgil, you’re never alone!” Jeff stated.

“I know, it’s just... When I was missing I knew you would all somehow find me but there was always a small voice in the back of my head… It kept telling me that you had all abandoned me, you were never coming to get me and that I was going to die there alone.”

“Virgil, no matter where you are, if you need any one of us then we’ll always come for you!”

“Thank you,” Virgil sniffed.

“You don’t need to thank me for anything.”

Virgil leaned his head on his father’s chest. “I love you dad!”

“I love you too!” Jeff replied, allowing his son to silently weep.

Next. C49.

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Chapter 47. Further Conversations.

The morning after Sanderson’s arrest had seen the police arrive early, with them insisting on questioning the entire family one at a time. Thankfully, when it had come to them taking Virgil’s personal statement the police had allowed him to have his father present, alongside Doctor Sylvia. Several hours later the officers informed them that Maria Andrews had been released and Emily Sanderson had been charged with attempted murder, with no bail being granted. Further to this, several other charges were also made against her aunt, brother and father, who the police believed had been helping her with this and further other crimes she may have previously committed. Upon hearing all this news, the entire Tracy family were delighted to see Virgil visibly relax and fall into a much-needed sleep. It was a good 24 hours later when Virgil finally opened his eyes, a natural smile falling across his face when they rested on his next oldest brother, John sitting next to him.

“Hey, Sleepyhead. How are you feeling?” John asked.

“A bit thirsty,” Virgil answered, trying to sit himself up.

“Let me help,” John offered, adjusting the head of the bed into a slightly raised position, and then pouring him some water.

“Thanks,” Virgil replied, “what time is it?”

“11am, about your usual wake up time.”

“Cheeky!” Virgil laughed. “Where is everyone?”

“Scott’s just gone to get us some coffees and everyone else is back at the hotel. We decided to take shifts while you were sleeping,” John informed him.

Just as he had finished speaking Scott stepped in the room. “Virgil,” he beamed, spotting his brother was now awake.

“Hey, are one of those for me?” Virgil joked.

“You can have some water for now,” Scott said, passing the one coffee he was holding over to John, “we’ll find out about the coffee later.”

No fair!” Virgil retorted, scrunching up his face.

“You’re sounding a little bit happier today,” Scott commented.

Virgil nodded. “Relief can do wonders!”

“Glad to hear it,” Scott grinned, “and now you’re awake, I will give the others a call, I’m sure they’ll be pleased to see you looking a bit chirpier.”

“Do you have to call them?” Virgil asked.

“Err, yes bro... If I don’t dad will go mad. It took a lot of persuasion to get him to head back as it was… Why, don’t you want any of them here?” Scott questioned.

“Yes, of course I do. It’s just it would be nice to let dad get some more rest, I know he’s been with me constantly, and it would be great if we could chat.”

“Chat?” John and Scott questioned.

“Not about that... Just normal stuff, like we did before.”

“What, like how many different nurses John’s tried and failed to chat up in the past 24 hours since you’ve been asleep?”

“I have not failed,” John protested, “and you’ve been just as bad, Scott!”

“Oh, so you have both been chatting them up then?” Virgil teased.

“Well, they do look pretty good in their uniforms,” Scott admitted, “and now you’re awake and a bit more alert, we all know how bad you’ll get!”

Virgil went to object, but stopped when the door opened, and a young nurse entered. “Sorry to disturb you.”

“It’s okay,” all three of them responded.

“Hi Virgil, I’m Hannah and I’ll be your nurse for today. How are you feeling, any pain?”

“Not too bad,” Virgil replied.

“Really?” Scott and John both responded.

“Honestly,” Virgil assured them, “I’d say the pains a 4 out of 10, whatever painkillers they’re giving me are working well!”

“Well, I would prefer if you weren’t having any pain,” Scott frowned, “but it’s an improvement on how you have been… If it steps up to a five or more, then make sure you let one of us know so we can get a nurse.”

“Yes Smother,” Virgil grinned.

“I’m not a smother!” Scott protested.

“Err… Yes, you are!” John stated.

“Hey, I’m the eldest, which means you’re meant to be sticking up for me!” Scott protested.

John released a smirk. “I don’t think so… Virg is younger, and you know that the little ones always win an argument. Plus, he’s sick… And you really are a Smothering Hen!”

Scott looked back and forth from John to Virgil. “I’m not going to win, am I?

“With four younger brothers when have you ever won?” Virgil answered with a slight laugh.

“You’re definitely right about that,” Scott agreed.

Hannah shook her head at them all. “Are you guys always like this?”

“Pretty much,” John responded, “and it’s much worse when all five of us are together.”

“Mm, I can imagine… And I’m beginning to understand why all the other nurses warned me about you lot.”

Virgil chuckled. “Well you can’t blame me. I’ve not really been with it, but it’s good to know my bro’s have been maintaining our reputation.”

“Well, from what I’ve been told they certainly have!” Hannah stated, while she finished checking Virgil’s obs.

“Cute!” John observed, when Hannah left the room.

Scott shook his head. “Leave the poor woman alone!”

“Why should I?” John questioned. “I’m single!”

“Yes, but if you chat her up, that means I can’t,” Scott complained.

“Hey, stop it you two,” Virgil broke in, “I’m the sick one, which means I get the first go.”

Scott and John both glanced at each other and released hearty laughs.

“What?” Virgil demanded.

“Oh Virg, we both know how bad your pick-up lines are,” Scott remarked.

“Well, if you think about it Scott, we should leave Virg to the chatting up… Once he’s finished, we’ll definitely be in with a chance!”

Scott grinned. “Personally, I think he needs to save the chat-up lines for Penny!”

“I have no idea what you mean!” Virgil declared, trying to hide his reddening face.

“And I’m not that bad at chatting women up,” he added, trying to change the conversation.

“Oh, come on,” John laughed, “don’t you remember Sarah Fields horror at your awful attempt to ask her out to the school dance.”

“I was only 12,” Virgil protested.

“Actually, you were 15!” Scott stated.

Virgil scrunched up his face. “Why do you remember everything?”

“I can’t remember what she said that had all of us laughing so much!” Scott admitted. “Can you John?”

“Sorry bro, I can’t.” John glanced towards Virgil to see if his brother could provide the answer. However, when he noticed Virgil’s pale face and sudden drop in energy, he instantly nudged Scott before addressing his younger brother. “Virg, are you okay?”

Virgil shook his head. “I remember what Sarah said.”

“And what was it?” John and Scott asked, with puzzled expressions.

“She said my chat up lines were like being slowly tortured,” Virgil released a nervous laugh, “from personal experience, I’d say the girl didn’t know what torture was really like… And to be honest, it is quite funny.”

Scott reached out and grasped his brothers hand. “Virg, you don’t have to pretend with us!”

Virgil nodded, desperately trying not to make eye contact.

“And if you want to talk we’re right here.” John added.

Virgil glanced up at them both and quietly nodded his agreement. Scott and John both exhaled in relief and pulled their chairs in closer. After waiting patiently for around five minutes, Virgil began to speak. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared and alone in all my life. I never thought anything would top how I felt when the Sentinel shot me down… But this certainly did… I kept trying to be strong, I was answering him back… I even told the Hood to go and get a Hobby, instead of chasing International Rescue all the time… But then he revealed what he did to mum… And then the nightmares started…” Virgil breathed out slowly, then continued. “When I saw the devices and camera being set up, I began to feel sick with fear… Not for myself, but for you guys… I’m so sorry that you had to see that.”

“Virg, this was not your fault.” John soothed.

“But I… I wasn’t strong enough,” Virgil sniffed, “I tried to hide the pain that I was in… But I couldn’t.”

Scott wiped away the tears from Virgil’s eyes. “None of us would have been able to hide the pain… And personally, I think you’ve been very brave.”

“No,” Virgil replied, “I haven’t been brave, I should have hidden it better… What that must have done to you all, having to witness what he did to me.”

“Virgil, listen to me,” Scott commanded, “now, I’m not going to lie to you… We were all angry, scared and extremely upset when we saw what the Hood was doing to you… But, like John’s already said, and we’ve already told you on multiple occasions… None of this was your fault!” Virgil went to object once more but was silenced by Scott. “And you really need to stop focussing on how we felt and start concentrating on your own wellbeing!”

Virgil nodded sadly, stifling a yawn.

“You should get some more sleep,” John suggested.

Virgil shook his head. “Haven’t I slept enough recently?”

“Your body and mind need the rest, so it can recuperate,” John informed him, “you’ve already been awake much longer than you have been… And don’t pull that face!” He scolded, when Virgil grimaced.

Virgil sighed. “Will you both stay with me?”

Scott nodded. “Of course, we’re not going anywhere.”

Note: Virgil’s reference to ‘The Sentinel’ shooting TB2 down - Refers to an original series episode: Terror in New York City.

NEKT: Chapter 48. Dreams

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Previous: Chapter 45. Tracked.

Chapter 46: Talking.

Scott continued to hold Virgil in his arms, whispering comforting words to him, even though his brother had fallen asleep a short time ago. Eventually, glancing at the doorway, he noticed the eyes of his father, grandmother and three younger brothers watching him. “It’s okay you can come in.”

“His he alright?” Alan questioned with concern.

Scott nodded his reassurance before carefully laying his brother back on the bed. “How did it go?”

Gordon grinned. “Sanderson ran into Penny’s fist!”

“I bet that wasn’t pretty,” Scott remarked with a raised eyebrow.

“A black eye and definitely a concussion,” Gordon replied, “and all treatment will be courtesy of Auckland Prison.”

Scott released a sigh of relief. “So, what happens next?”

“Parker, Penny and Doctor Sylvia have accompanied the police to the station, so they can answer some questions about what happened,” John answered, “The officer told me that they would need to speak to us all at some point tomorrow morning, and then they would need to interview Virgil.”

Jeff, who was now sitting in the seat next to Virgil frowned at this news. “Do they have too? He’s been through enough without having to repeat it all.”

“They will need his statement, so they can officially file charges against her,” John replied

Ruth placed her hand reassuringly on Jeff’s shoulder. “Virgil will be okay.”

Jeff gazed his son sadly. “I don’t know, he looked like he was in such a state earlier.”

“I have to agree with dad,” Scott admitted, when he noticed everyone was looking at him for clarification. “I’ve never seen him like this, and I’m really worried about him!”

“Is he going to need counselling?” Alan asked, moving closer to his brother’s bed.

“It may be the best option for him,” Jeff confirmed, “we have a few agents who have the educational background to help, and it may be best if I bring one of them in to chat with him once he’s back home.”

“I can hear you!” Virgil yawned, opening his eyes.

“Sorry Virg,” Alan apologised, “we didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s okay Al,” Virgil replied, reaching out and squeezing his little brothers hand before looking back at the others, “oh, and I don’t need a counsellor!”

“Virgil, you’ve been through a lot,” Gordon stressed, “you can’t keep it bottled up.”

Virgil sighed. “I’m not bottling anything up, I spoke to Scott earlier.”

Scott shook his head. “Virg, you broke down in my arms and admitted you were scared, but you didn’t talk about anything else.”

“There’s not much else to say,” Virgil mumbled.

“I think you’ll find there’s a lot that you need to open up about,” Jeff stated, “you need to talk about what’s happened to someone, and if it’s not going to be one of us then we will bring someone else in.”

Virgil frowned, desperately wanting to change the conversation from where it was leading, when he glimpsed up at the clock on the wall that showed it was now 1am. “Shouldn’t you all be going back to the hotel for some proper rest?”

Jeff shook his head. “None of us want to leave you tonight, not after what happened.”

“But Sanderson’s been arrested… And the Hood’s in jail, right?” Virgil questioned, the fear in his voice evident.

“Yes, they both are,” Scott clarified.

“Good,” Virgil sniffed.

“Virgil, this is exactly why we need to bring someone in,” Ruth soothed, wiping away the tears that were naturally beginning to form.

“I’m not speaking to any shrink!” Virgil grimaced.

“Virgil Grissom Tracy,” Ruth said firmly, “I’m afraid you’ll just have to swallow some of that damn Tracy pride and talk!”

Virgil scrunched up his face at the use of his full name and glanced back at his family. “I will,” he sighed, realising he wasn’t going to win this argument when all of them were glaring at him sternly. Which included Gordon, who would normally be in hysterics when one of his brothers were scolded in this way, “but only to you guys, no one else.”

“That’s fine,” Ruth confirmed, “but if you don’t keep your promise, we’ll be bringing someone straight in.”

“I promise I will,” he assured her, “but not right now.”

Jeff smiled. “You don’t have to do anything right now, but whenever you feel ready to talk, just seek one of us out, okay?”

Virgil nodded and then looked at the clock once more. “You really should all get some sleep.”

“Stop worrying about us,” Alan scolded, “tonight, we are staying here with you… Anyway, you need one of us here, especially with those nightmares the Hood gave you.”

“They’ve stopped!” Virgil informed him.

“What?” They all said in unison.

“They’ve stopped,” he repeated, “I didn’t want to say anything until I was certain, and I thought it might have been because of the drugs… But since I’ve woken up… Well, I can’t say that I haven’t had any nightmares, because that wouldn’t be true… But, the ones the Hood gave me, I’ve definitely not had those.”

“Do you think it will stay that way?” Jeff questioned.

“Maybe, maybe not,” Virgil, shrugged.

“The Hood did say they would stay until he…” Alan’s voice trailed off.

“Until I died… But I didn’t Al, I’m still here, and I’m not going anywhere!” Virgil reassured him.

“But you did stop breathing, maybe that was enough!” John pondered.

“I hope so,” Virgil sighed, sniffing back the tears, “I really don’t want to keep seeing mom die that way.”

Jeff leaned forwards and gripped his sons hand. “None of us want you too, and your mother definitely wouldn’t want you to suffer like that.”

Virgil gripped tighter on his father’s hand. “I know this probably sounds weird… But when I jumped from that building, and I hit the floor… Well, I didn’t think I’d be able to get back up, but then…” Virgil paused, closed his eyes, and exhaled slowly when he felt his emotions beginning to overwhelm him.

“It’s okay Virg,” Scott soothed, “take your time.”

Once Virgil felt ready he continued. “When I was lying there, I remember briefly thinking that was it… But then I could have sworn I heard mums voice… I guess I was imagining it, because of the situation… But, she was telling me to run… So, I did!” I…” Virgil paused once more, as he felt the tears he had been desperately trying to hold back slide down his face. “I really miss her,” Virgil eventually sobbed.

Jeff wiped away his own tears, moved himself onto the edge of the bed, and pulled Virgil carefully into his arms, beckoning his four other boys and mother to join him.

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Chapter 45. Tracked.

Shortly after Penelope had planted the tracking device on Emily Sanderson she contacted Scott and informed him of the evidence that had been found, her suspicion that it was faked, and the action she had taken. Agreeing with her assumptions, Scott relayed what had happened, and asked her to return to the hospital. It was now 3pm, and as none of them had wanted Virgil to be on his own they had decided to all gather in his ward room. Thankfully though, just half an hour previously Virgil had fallen into a deep sleep. Due to a combination of the side-effects finally beginning to pass and the pure exhaustion he had been suffering from because of lack of sleep. Examining the ‘photographic evidence’ that the police had discovered on the Hood’s computer systems, John confirmed that it was indeed faked. However, even with John’s substantial educational knowledge coming into play, the police had dismissed their concerns about Sanderson being the real culprit, and had insisted they now had the correct woman in custody.

“I can’t believe that woman thinks she’s gotten away with this!” Scott growled, pacing back and forth. “And setting up Maria, I really don’t want her to go down for this… And then there’s her brothers, what’s going to happen to them?”

“The boys will be okay, I did some digging earlier, and they are currently being looked after by a neighbour,” John informed him, “and as for Maria, when Virgil remembers what’s happened they will let her go, and then arrest Sanderson.”

“What does he remember?” Penny inquired, gently stroking her hand over Virgil’s hair as he slept soundly.

“Not much,” Jeff responded, “he asked what had happened when he woke up. I initially told him he had a bad reaction to some drugs, and I said I would explain more later. He’s not asked since, he’s been too sick.”

“And what are the chances that he will remember?” Parker questioned.

“The nurse said he should, but to wait until the Rynax is out of his system before asking again,” Jeff replied.

“And what if Virgil doesn’t remember?” Gordon worriedly enquired.

Jeff sighed. “Then we will deal with that situation when it arises.”

“We can’t wait until then,” Scott cautioned, “she will try and do something, especially if she knows that Virg may remember it was her… She is a threat and will try and find some way to get to him without our knowledge.”

“But Scott, we will know if she tries to get close,” Alan stated, “thanks to Penny we are tracking her movements.”

“Sanderson is resourceful and clever! She won’t attack him directly, and will try and find some other way to hurt him, without getting close, so as not to seem like a suspect.” Scott paused, pondered what he was about to suggest, and then continued. “I really think that the only way we will stop her hurting Virgil again is to lure her in and catch her red-handed.”

Jeff shook his head. “There is no way that woman is coming anywhere near him!”

Scott sighed. “Dad, you know I would normally be the last person to suggest anything like this… But as I’ve said, that woman is clever, and she will try to kill Virg. We need to make her believe it’s safe for her to personally strike, and I really believe catching her in the act is the only way we can make the police believe us.”

“Do you all agree with this?” Jeff exhaled when everyone reluctantly nodded. “Mother?”

“Unfortunately, I do believe Scott’s right,” Ruth answered, “there’s no other way son!”

Jeff held his hands up in defeat. “Fine, but whatever the plan is, we need to make sure it’s full proof!”

… …

A few hours later:

Emily Sanderson walked into the hospital canteen. She hadn’t planned or wanted to come into the hospital so soon after being released, but she had been given no choice after Doctor Sylvia had called her into a quick meeting with himself and the board. In the end, she was glad that she had been granted some excuse for being there. Her father’s associate who had wiped the computers, and planted the evidence which had seen her released, had graciously hacked the hospital’s medical records for her. Upon reading Virgil’s files, she knew that although he hadn’t remembered what had happened, the chances that he would do so were highly likely, and because of that she would have to act quickly to make sure that he was disposed of.

Grabbing a coffee from the machine, Emily sat herself down in a nearby chair and contemplated the situation. Her preferred option had always been to make a personal strike against the victim. She knew she could knock out the security cameras, thanks to the technological help she had, and get herself the drugs needed to kill Virgil quickly, silently and without any trace ever being found in his system. However, she also knew that the Tracy family would be with him constantly and would probably not leave his side. So, another plan would have to be formed, one where she could make sure he died without going anywhere near him. As she continued to muse over her thoughts her attention was caught by Scott Tracy entering the canteen. ‘Perfect timing,’ she smiled, standing up and sauntering over to him.

Scott clasped his hands behind his back, and breathed out slowly, as he watched her confidently strolling towards him. Her being there had not been a surprise. It had in fact been fully intentional. Gerry Sylvia, had been happy to help, believing their assumptions that Sanderson was indeed the guilty party, and had begun the process of luring her into the trap they had eventually decided on, by inviting her to the hospital. Now she had arrived it was up to himself too set the second part of their plan in motion, and he knew it would take all his willpower to do so.

“Hello Scott,” Emily beamed at him.

Scott returned her smile. “Hi Emily, how are you?”

“I’m good, thank you for asking,” she responded, “especially now I’ve been released without any charges… I told you that I would prove my innocence!”

Scott dug his nails into the palm of his hands, desperately wanting to scream in her face at the blatant cockiness that was oozing from her. “Yes. Yes, you did,” he finally replied with a big smile.

“So, how’s your brother?” She questioned. “Last I heard he wasn’t doing too well.”

“He wasn’t, but thankfully his breathing’s improved and he’s back on the ward now,” Scott explained. “Although, the Rynax is still in his system and that’s given him some pretty nasty side-effects.”

“Oh, that’s such a shame!” She replied.

“Yes, it is,” Scott stated, biting his lip. “Although, it looks like the effects are starting to disperse, and he’s actually managed to go into a deep sleep. The doctors reckon that he will probably start remembering what happened once he wakes… Which will be great, because then the police can confirm that it was Andrews, we will know then that she will not be released, and will not find a way to hurt him again.”

“I bet that will be a relief,” Emily remarked, “you can all get some rest then.”

Scott nodded. “Thankfully, that will be happening tonight.”

“Tonight?” She queried.

“Yes,” Scott confirmed, “she’s definitely locked up tonight. Virg is sleeping, so we can’t really do much here, so for the first time in ages we will all be heading back to the hotel for some proper rest.”

“Oh, that is good news for you all,” Emily commented, before looking at her watch, “sorry to cut this short but I’ve got a meeting to get to. I’ll see you around soon.”

Scott breathed out, releasing the tension that had built up inside of him, as he watched her scurry out of the canteen. When she had finally gone, he made his way into a corner of the room, so no one could hear him, and lifted his watch to his mouth. “The trap is set, and Emily Sanderson as taken the bait.”

… …

Later that evening:

Everything was set. As Emily did not know about Penelope and Parker’s links to the Tracy Family or International Rescue, and she had only met them once outside the station, they had both planted themselves at two different exits, making sure they remained out of sight. So as not to arouse suspicion the others had all decided to leave the ward room at separate intervals. Upon leaving, they would make it look like they were heading out of the hospital, but would instead head to a nearby room that Gerry had provided for them. There they would play her at her own game, and would view her every movement through a live video feed from a hidden camera they had planted in the room.

“She’s nearby,” John finally informed them all, watching her trackers location on his tablet.

“Good,” Scott responded, “is everyone ready?” Gordon, Alan and John nodded. “Dad, are you ready?

“Yes, I suppose so,” Jeff frowned, “I’m just glad Virgil’s still asleep so he won’t ever know what’s happening here.”

“Grandma, what about you?” Scott questioned. “You don’t have to stay, and you can still head back to the hotel if you want to?”

Ruth shook her head. “No Scott, I’m staying put!”

Scott grinned at her and then focussed on them all. “Right then, time to get this plan into motion… John, Grandma, Alan… You three go now. Myself and Gordon will follow in five minutes, then dad you follow ten minutes later.”

… …

Emily Sanderson hid carefully, so as not to be seen, watching as the family made their way out of the ward. She couldn’t believe her luck when Scott had said that they would all be going back to the hotel that evening. Thankful, that she could put her ‘Plan A’ into motion. As expected her contact had been able to knock the hospitals security cameras out, plus she had also managed to get hold of some drugs which she knew would kill Virgil instantly. The Hood may have wanted him to suffer first, she however just wanted him to die as quickly as possible!

… …

The family all sat in the office room gazing at the live feed from the camera they had setup in Virgil’s room, while John focussed on his tablet which still displayed her trackers location.

Finally, half hour after Jeff had joined them, John broke the silence that had naturally engulfed them all. “She’s heading to the room now.”

They all breathed out as they watched the TV screen, each of them preparing to spring into action when the moment came.

… …

Emily Sanderson pushed the door open and quietly stepped inside. Observing Virgil, she took a step towards the bed, and paused as he quietly slept. Smiling to herself she made her way around the other side of the bed and placed the small bag that she was carrying down. Turning away from him, she began to open the bag, stopping when she heard a stir from behind her. Rotating back to face him, she smirked as he began to open his eyes.

… …

Watching the screen intently, Scott jumped out of his seat when he saw Virgil open his eyes. “Damn… He’s waking up. Get ready to go guys!”

… …

“Hello Virgil,” she smirked, “It’s been a while!”

Virgil’s eyes widened, causing Emily to release an ominous laugh. “Well it looks like you’re finally remembering what happened.” Virgil tried to grab at her injured hand, but she held his hand down and then shoved a gag from her bag in his mouth. “You’re not going to bite me again,” she sneered, pulling the drugs from her bag, “and no one’s coming for you, not this time… It’s just me and you!”

At that moment, the doors swung open. “Get away from him!” Scott ordered as he sped into the room.

Shocked by the unexpected interruption, Emily dropped the drugs, and fled, easily pushing past Scott who was too busy concentrating on his brother. John and Gordon who were close behind Scott watched as she bolted down the corridor in the opposite direction. Glancing quickly at his tablet, John confirmed to Gordon which way she was heading, so he could give chase, before calling through to the others. “She’s heading down the south wing.”

“FAB.” Several voices responded back.

… …

Scott flew to his brother’s aid and quickly removed the gag from his mouth. “It was her,” Virgil stuttered, shaking from the unexpected shock, “it was her… She was here… Before, with the Hood… She got away!”

Scott held Virgil’s hands in his. “Virg, it’s okay. We’ll get her, she’s not going anywhere. Virgil nodded, his whole body shaking. Scott pulled Virgil into his arms and held him securely. “It’s okay. No one will hurt you again!”

Continuing to shake, Virgil glanced up into his big brother’s eyes. “Scared!” He finally admitted, gripping tighter onto Scott.

“I know,” Scott soothed, as Virgil broke down and openly wept in his arms.

Jeff raced past John with his mother and turned into the ward room. Seeing the state of his middle son, Jeff tried to step towards him. “It’s okay son,” Ruth said, holding Jeff back, “he’ll be alright. Scott’s got him.”

… …

Gordon who was now joined by Alan, continued to pursue Emily as she raced down the south wing corridors. Turning onto another corridor both brothers stopped when they couldn’t see where she had gone.

“Which way did she go?” Alan asked John through his watch.

John let out a slight laugh. “Do you both see the stairwell up ahead?”

“Yes,” They both responded.

“She’s gone done the stairs, heading to exit 6.” John replied.

Gordon grinned. “FAB! We’ll head there now and help pick up the pieces.”

… …

Emily had been getting more and more aggravated when Gordon and Alan had kept managing to find her. Finally spotting the stairway which she knew would lead to the exit, she sped through it, pleased to see that she had lost her two pursuers. Continuing at a fast pace, and continually looking behind her, Emily did not spot the person standing in front of the door, and ran right into them falling to the ground. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, before looking the person who she had raced into in the eyes. “Wait, I know you?”

“Yes, you do. We met earlier today.” Penny smiled, helping Emily to her feet, before gripping tightly on her injured hand. “You see, I knocked into you outside the police station, and I managed to plant a tracking device on you.”

“Ouch, you’re hurting me!” Emily cried out when Penny squeezed tighter on her injured hand.

“Oh, I’m hurting you?” Penny mocked. “Well, as you’ve hurt a very dear friend of mine, I felt it was the only right of me to hurt you back… To be honest though, I’m not getting any enjoyment from this.” Penelope released her hand. “But this, this I will enjoy.” She smirked, throwing a punch which knocked Emily Sanderson out cold.

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Previous. Chapter 43. Emotions.

Chapter 44. Accused.

The following morning:

The previous evening and night had been incredibly long and draining, with none of the family being able to get much sleep. As Maria Andrews was still a potential suspect the boys had decided to keep tabs on her and had followed her to her meeting. When she had come out Gordon and John had continued to tail her, while Scott and Alan received an update from Gerry. To both Alan and Scott’s horror, the board had decided that because no charges had been made, she would be allowed to take some leave if needed. However, she could also return to work whenever she wanted, and had requested to do so the following morning. Due to this development Scott and Alan had joined John and Gordon, who had hired a car and were staking out her home. None of them wanting to let her out of their sights just in case she tried to attack Virgil one more time.

Jeff had immediately returned to the hospital and received the full update on Virgil’s condition from his mother. Due to the side-effects continuing and Virgil’s emotional state, Jeff decided he would stay with him overnight, while his mother returned to the hotel for some rest. The night had brought some good news, when Doctor Knight updated Jeff on Virgil’s recent test results. He reported that even though the migraines and the sickness were currently persisting, after some further checks it was confirmed that they were indeed temporary, and would begin to fade within the next 24 hours. Also, thankfully Virgil’s breathing had improved, and he would no longer require any additional support. This however, did bring added worry for Jeff when the doctor happily revealed that Virgil would be moved from ICU and back onto a regular ward in the morning.

Meanwhile, Penelope had her eye on Emily Sanderson after she had talked the Commissioner into allowing herself and Parker to remain at the station and observe the interview via a live feed from another room. The first round of questioning had been brutal. The police had started by going over stuff they had asked previously. Everything from her alibi on the night Virgil was poisoned by the Hood, to the choices she had made on Virgil’s treatment. They had then continued by interrogating her on the first 10 years of her life, so they could discover how her childhood had affected her as a person. Asking how she had dealt with her mother’s boyfriend, who Emily confirmed had beaten them both, and how she had felt about his eventual death. It had been clear to both Penny and Parker, that because of the way Emily had reacted to the questioning, she was still deeply troubled by her childhood years. However, she had still managed to answer all the questions posed to her, and it was becoming obvious that the police seemed to believe she was telling the truth, but neither Penny or Parker felt confident enough to say either way. Thankfully, the police had decided more questioning was necessary, and because of that Emily would be staying at the station overnight, with the second part of the interview commencing the next day. Which Penelope hoped would yield some sort of clue into whether she was innocent or guilty.

… …

Jeff paced back and forth in Virgil’s room, as he awaited an update on Nurse Andrews current location. Virgil had been moved back to the ward two hours previously and since then he had been constantly worried for his son’s safety.

“Jeff, sit down,” His mother scolded.

Jeff glanced over at his mother, and then at Virgil who was clutching tightly to the sick bowl. Dropping onto the seat next to his son, Jeff stroked his hand softly through Virgil’s hair. “How are you feeling son?”

“Migraines not too bad,” Virgil answered.

“And the sickness?” Jeff asked. As if on cue, Virgil curled up over the sick bowl and threw up. “It’s okay son,” he soothed, while Ruth called the nurse.

The nurse entered, changed the bowl for him and handed Virgil some water. “Thank you,” Virgil muttered, “throwing up loads.”

“Yes, I can see,” she replied, “but don’t worry, as soon as the Rynax is out of your system, you’ll start feeling much better.”

“Hope so,” Virgil muttered, “Want to go home!”

“Unfortunately, I don’t think that will be happening,” The nurse responded sympathetically.

Virgil scrunched up his face. “Why not?”

“You’ve got two broken legs, a fracture to your back, plus a few other injuries. I really don’t think any of the doctors will want to let you out of their sights for a while!” She stated.

“Oh,” Virgil sighed.

Noticing the sadness in his son’s eyes Jeff leaned in and whispered. “Look, as soon as I get any hint that you are strong enough to be flown home, then I’ll be organising your brothers to help in your escape from here… Okay?” Virgil nodded with a half-smile and settled himself back down. As soon as he was comfortable, and the nurse had left, Jeff continued to speak. “Your grandma mentioned what happened yesterday.”

“Oh,” Virgil remarked, turning slightly red as he glanced at both his dad and grandma.

“Now, I’ve told you before, you’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about!” Ruth said firmly.

“Please son, don’t be ashamed of your feelings,” Jeff added, “and please, don’t bottle things up! If you ever need to talk, then all of us are willing to be there… There will be no judgements from any of us, just an open ear, ready to listen!”

Virgil reluctantly nodded, then glanced at the door when he noticed Alan poke his head inside the room. “Al.”

“Hey Virg,” Alan grinned back, “dad, we need you a sec.”

Jeff stood and smiled at Virgil. “I’ll be back in a bit.” Jeff made his way over to Alan. “What’s up?”

“Scott needs to fill you in on some stuff,” Alan reported, “he’s just down the hallway.”

Jeff nodded, and then noticed Alan’s eagerness to go in the room. “You can sit with him for a bit if you want!”

Alan grinned and happily went over to Jeff’s seat, taking his brothers hand in his.

… …

“Hey,” Jeff said, when he reached Scott, “what’s the update?”

“Maria’s currently working on a different ward,” Scott replied, “but it’s not too far from here, so Gordon and John are currently watching her movements.”

“Any suspicious behaviour?” Jeff questioned.

“A lot!” Scott scowled. “Firstly, she left her home for work 2 hours early. We checked with Gerry and she wasn’t due in until 8am.”

“What was she doing?” Jeff asked.

“She arrived at the hospital, went to the canteen, then she got changed. After that she stayed in a common room near the ICU until she started work,” Scott answered.

Jeff frowned. “While Virgil was still there?”

“Yes… And she had no reason to use that particular one either,” Scott stated, “especially when there’s one next to the ward she’s on today.”

Jeff breathed out. “What about Penny and Parker, have we heard from them?”

“Yes,” Scott confirmed, “Penny called about half an hour ago, and said the police were just about to start with the second round of questioning. She promised to update us later.”

“Good,” Jeff responded.

“What’s wrong dad?” Scott asked, noting the sadness in his father’s eyes.

“Just thinking that no matter who is guilty, the outcome for both would be bad,” Jeff sighed, “Emily went through so much as a child, and she seems to have pulled herself through it, if she’s guilty then she’s possibly thrown it all away… For a father who doesn’t care… And if it’s Maria, then she’s got three younger brothers who will lose their sister and guardian. There’s no way any authorities would let the 18-year-old look after his two younger brothers… So, they will probably be taken into care.”

“I know dad, but what can we do? We can’t let whoever did this get away with it!” Scott stated.

“No, we definitely can’t,” Jeff agreed, “whoever’s done this is a danger to Virgil, themselves and others, and they need to be caught… It’s just... It’s really sad!”

“I know!” Scott replied, placing his arms around his father and hugging him tightly.

Jeff returned the hug and then pulled himself up straight. “Are you heading back to join John and Gordon?”

“Yes, and Alan as well,” Scott replied.

“That’s if we can drag him away from your brother!” Jeff said with a laugh.

… …

Auckland Police Station: 11am.

Penelope exhaled deeply as the second round of questioning ended. The police had focussed their interrogation on Emily’s mother Rebecca. How she had felt about finding her mother unconscious from the drugs overdose, to both herself and her brother being placed in the custody of her aunt. Emily had been brutally honest with her answers and had stated that if it wasn’t for her aunt she would probably be dead now. When the police had questioned if she ever saw Rebecca, she confirmed that her mother had tried to make contact on several occasions, that she knew that she was married, and now had more children, but was quite firm in her response that she had no desire to ever see her again or meet her siblings.

“To be honest Parker,” Penny said, breaking the silence, which had naturally occurred at the end of the questioning, “I don’t know if she’s guilty… She appears to be very honest with her answers, but I just can’t get a proper read on her.”

“I have to agree,” Parker confirmed, “as you know, I can normally tell someone’s character, and I can usually spot a crook a mile away, but with this Emily Sanderson, I’m just not sure. She’s either innocent or she’s a really good liar!”

Penny frowned. “Well, hopefully this next lot of questioning will help.”

“Well, it looks like it’s starting now,” Parker replied, pointing to the screen that was displaying the live feed from the interview room.

… …

“So, Emily,” the officer began, “what can you tell me about your relationship with your father?”

Emily sighed. “There’s not much to tell.”

“Well,” he continued, “from what we’ve discovered Miss Sanderson. Your father is possibly a Christopher Harrington, who you were arrested for stalking when you were 14 years old!”

Emily nodded. “Yes, he’s my father… And yes, I did stalk him when I was 14, but I was just a kid!”

“And since then?” He asked.

When Emily remained quiet the other officer pushed further with the questioning. “From what we’ve found, he was paying money into your aunt’s bank account since you were 10... Did you know that?” Emily silently nodded her confirmation. “When you were 22, he stopped and started paying some money to you instead. Plus, when your brother Warren got arrested for car theft we believe your father paid him out of trouble. Your father seems to do that a lot, doesn’t he? Pays his way out of trouble… He’s done it for you, your brother, and for himself… Did you know, your father was reported by Jeff Tracy for some bad business tactics he had used?”

“My father was innocent!” Emily suddenly snapped.

“You have quite a temper brewing their Miss Sanderson!” The man remarked.

Emily breathed out, the frustration behind her eyes evident.

The officer went to continue but was stopped by someone else entering the room, who summoned both men to follow him out of the room.

… …

Meanwhile: Good Hope Hospital.

Jeff quietly stroked his hand over Virgil’s head, as he continued to clutch onto the sick bowl, while Ruth sat in a nearby chair. The silence broken by Gordon running into the room. “Maria’s on the ward,” he puffed out.

“What… Why?” Jeff frowned.

“It looks like she was sent here to get something,” Gordon replied, “Scott, Al, and John are keeping their eyes on her, but we just wanted to let you know.”

Jeff frowned and went to respond but stopped when Virgil threw up again. Ruth immediately pressed the button to summon a nurse, while Gordon joined his dad by Virgil’s side.

The door opened, and Nurse Maria Andrews stepped inside, stopping immediately when she saw that she was in Virgil’s room. “I’m, sorry… I, err… I shouldn’t be here,” she stuttered, turning to leave and noticing the entrance was blocked by Scott, Alan and John.

“No, you shouldn’t be here!” Scott scowled.

“I heard the buzzer,” She said

Virgil looked up at her and smiled. “Hey.”

Maria glanced around the room looking uncomfortable, but managed to eventually return the smile. “Hi Virgil, how are you feeling?”

“Sick,” he sighed.

She nodded, noting the sick bowl. “I’ll go and get another nurse for you.” Maria stepped around Scott, who had been standing in front of the door, and left the room.

Scott glanced at all of them. “She’s not guilty!” He stated, following her out, with his brothers close behind him. “Maria,” he shouted down the corridor, “wait.”

Maria turned to speak to them, but was stopped by a police officer. “Maria Andrews?” He asked.

“Yes,” she replied.

“You’re under arrest for the attempted murder of Virgil Tracy,” he said, placing handcuffs on her.

“But, I haven’t done anything!” She exclaimed.

“We have evidence which places you at the scene,” he stated, leading her away.

“What evidence?” The boys all remarked, looking at each other in shock.

… …

Auckland Police Station:

“What evidence?” Penny questioned the officers after they had left the interview room.

“Our computer experts have managed to finally get an image from the computers. It clearly shows Nurse Maria Andrews with the Hood in Virgil’s room,” they replied.

“John couldn’t get anything from those computers,” Penny whispered to Parker, “they were completely wiped.

“I’m not sure how she’s done it,” Parker commented, “but that photographs a fake… And Emily Sanderson is one clever liar!”

“Wait here Parker,” Penny stated, as she trailed behind Emily Sanderson as she left the station. Penny followed Emily down the entrance steps, and knocked into her, toppling Emily right off her feet. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” Penelope lied, “here, let me help you up.”

Emily scowled, but noticing her aunt waiting for her, allowed Penny to help her to her feet. “That’s okay, it was just an accident.”

“Penny smiled, and took her hand, noting that it was bandaged. “Oh dear, that looks painful. What happened?”

“Nothing serious, and thankfully healing nicely,” Emily responded, “I’m sorry, I need to go. I have family waiting.”

“Of course,” Penny replied, as she watched Emily Sanderson leave with her aunt.

Parker stepped up to Penny and looked at her curiously. “What was all that about?”

“Oh, I just planted a tracking device on her,” Penny grinned, “from now on we will know exactly where Emily Sanderson is... If she thinks she’s getting away with this… Then she’s got another thing coming!”

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