So this is my first fanfiction ever, so I thought I'd start with my favourites: the Thunderbirds. This one's for my bestie StarKid McFly and she loves the boys as much as I do so I hope she appreciates this (though she's already read it). I actually have a load of chapters already written so uploads will be pretty regular for awhile. I hope you guys enjoy!

baao xo

Chapter 1:

"What do you mean you're stuck in New York?"

"Let's just say that Mary Poppins, as well as the inventor of umbrellas, will be receiving a very strongly worded letter regarding false advertising." came the reply from a grumpy-sounding Virgil Tracy as he sat in a busy ward in New York's central hospital. He was in a private room, waiting to be discharged, and so was passing the time by putting a call through to his eldest brother on his watch.

"The night out with your college friends went well, then?" asked Scott, not even trying to hide his sniggers at Virgil's description of events.

"Well, I think it was but one thing led to another and now I'm sort of stuck in hospital with a sprained wrist and twisted knee, so it would be really fantastic, Scotty, if perhaps you could come get me without letting anyone else back home knowing what happened?" Virgil replied, with a pleading note in his voice and his best wounded little brother face on. If this incident got out back on the island, Gordon would never let him live it down; he was still mentioning at every possible moment that last time they were on the mainland, John was found lying outside the bar they had been visiting bellowing 'Vogue' by Madonna at pedestrians after insisting he was excellent at holding his drink and had promptly downed 6 Appletinis and had gotten thrown out after trying to perform a pirouette on top of the bar.

Virgil could practically hear Scott thinking through the pros and cons of collecting his brother from New York without letting it slip that he had had another drunken misadventure to any of their brothers.

"If you don't come get me Scott, I'll tell Gordon it was you who ate all his cheesepuffs after Dad confiscated them, plus I'll tell Dad what really happened when you and John "accidentally" ended up on the wrong side of the Mexico-American border when you were actually meant to be attending a function in Santa Fe." threatened Virgil in a sing-song voice, after he realised that Scott was probably more likely to tell Gordon and laugh at Virgil with him.

Scott scowled at Virgil through the wrist-watch, and instantly regretted calling Virgil to come rescue them after a 'quick drinks session' with John shortly before an inescapable, long, dull function with his father's New Mexico business partners which ultimately ended up with he and his immediate younger brother being on the wrong side of the border with no money, yet a large collection of sombreros - something which neither Scott nor John could fully explain. Jeff had merely been told that their transport had been delayed and they had been unable to attend the function, and neither brother wanted to know what would happen if their father found out exactly what had happened.

"Fine," said Scott, with a slightly exasperated tone "I'll leave in about half-an-hour and no, I won't tell Gordon. I'll say your flight's been cancelled - though no doubt he'll work out that something ridiculous has happened to you again. I don't know how he knows everything - he's a bigger gossip than John."

"John gossips, Gordon spies; that's how he knows everything. John can only gossip as much as he does because Gordon can just, slightly unnervingly, find out anything and everything and then tells John. No wonder John never dobs Gordon in - he's his main source of information on the island!"

"I suppose," replied Scott with a laugh "I better go tell Dad though, and get cleared for takeoff. I'll see you in a few hours, Short-stuff."

Virgil pouted at the now blank screen on his wrist-watch, reproachful at being referred to as 'short'. His face instantly cleared however, when he realised what he'd just managed to do: get a lift home as well as keeping his latest mishap under wraps from his bigmouth brothers. Virgil relaxed on his bed with a satisfied grin on his face; the ending to his potentially disastrous meet-up with old friends had ended very successfully, in his opinion; what on earth could go wrong today when he had this much luck on his side?

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