Hey guys! So I just recently discovered Thunderbirds are Go, and I was like, 'where have you been all my life?'. Anyway, unfortunately I don't own any of the characters, they belong to the awesome producers of the show. I also just want to note that these one shots will likely be based on prompts, prompts that you guys send in to me based now hat you want to see. So enjoy.

Summary: Scott is a big brother, first and foremost, but sometimes it takes a little brother to remind him that he too, is human.

Scott Tracy's first priority had always been his brothers.

From the moment he was brought to the hospital to see his first baby brother John, he found a primal urge awakening within him. The moment John's bright blue eyes opened and his brother clasped his finger in his tiny little hands Scott found himself realizing that the force within him was his love for a brother.

It was the same with the other three brothers who followed.

Every one of them caused the same swell of emotion within him, and even though they had all grown in to their own and had taken on mature mindsets, to him they would always be his baby brothers.

And as he stood watching his brothers curled up on the sofa asleep the same feeling returned in force.

" Still sick I see," a familiar voice chuckled from behind him.

Whirling around, Scott smiled up at the hovering image of his closest brother.

" Yeah, just be glad you're up there and not down here in the infection zone," Scott replied with a small smirk.

John rolled his eyes, a small snort escaping him.

" Let me guess, they've turned you in to their nursemaid for the week, and of course since you're a pushover you're catering to their every beck and call," John commented knowingly.

A small snort of laughter was enough to prove John's statement.

It was true. All week Scott had been fetching art supplies for a coughing Virgil, games to occupy a sniffling Gordon and books for Alan to read in between bouts of fever. All three had been involved in a rescue of some sick sailors off of a large cargo ship out to see and since their return had boasted an impressive display of the flu.

Grandma Tracy did her best, but apparently Scott was the only one they wanted to cook and care for them. Scott understood the cooking part perfectly, after all, his brothers were already sick without Grandma's cooking making things worse.

" You know I don't mind John, I'd do it for you too and you know it," Scott murmured a moment later, watching his sleeping brothers with a fond smile.

John's amusement died away at his older brother's heartfelt words and he found himself reminiscing about the days of his childhood when all he needed in life was an older brother to be his guardian.

" I know. Just make sure you don't burn yourself out, what with all the rescues you've been doing on top of your nursemaid duties," John replied warmly.

Scott sent him an appreciative glance for his worries before the two of them lapsed in to silence, content to just watch their younger siblings at peace.

Their silence was shattered moments later by an obnoxiously loud beeping from john's console.

" A rescue?" Scott inquired.

John cast his gaze down to where his console would be, obviously looking at the alert being brought in.

" Apparently some climbers Yellowstone national park were injured in a small rockslide and there's a bad storm coming. They're requesting aid from international rescue to get to them in time," John informed, casting his older brother a small look of concern.

" You think you can go alone? You're already exhausted from the last few missions," he added anxiously.

Scott held up a hand to stall any more excuses for why he shouldn't go.

" I'll be fine," he assured. "Thunderbird One is go".

When Scott returned home hours later there was work to be done.

Grandma Tracy and Brains had apparently been hiding symptoms and were both exhausted and practically dead on their feet.

After having forced them to go and lie down in their rooms and delivered medicine to all who resided in the household, he found himself dreaming of a warm shower and his own comfortable bed.

A small wail from the living room had him shaking off that notion and swiftly jogging in to the shared space.

Both Virgil and Gordon were fast asleep on one couch, legs intertwined in a show of brotherly comfort. Alan, however, was coughing weakly and trying to sit up. Tears were slowly leaking form his baby blue eyes at the painful chesty coughs emitting from his sore throat.

Rushing to his side, John was immediately supporting his youngest brother through his coughing and then lowering him back down in to his nest of blankets.

" You okay Allie?" Scott asked, placing a palm on his brother's warm forehead.

" My throat hurts Scotty, I hate coughing when my chest hurts," Alan whined, teary blue eyes seeking comfort from his brother's.

" I know you do buddy, here, drink some of the water I left you, we don't want you becoming dehydrated," Scott reassured, supporting Alan as he drink half the glass.

With a small sigh Alan snuggled back down in to his blankets and closed his eyes, apparently deciding to try and sleep again.

The stress and worry he felt for his brothers had him dragging through his hair, and exhausted sigh emitting from his throat.

The darkness of the room was soothing and even standing up he could feel his eyelids trying to close.

The sudden appearance of his younger brother John's holographic projection had him blinking harshly to make himself more aware.

" Hey John, what's up?" He asked, clearing his throat to stop his voice from coming out to wrecked.

John glared at him suspiciously before he gestured at his different surroundings.

" I'm just calling to let you know that I'm almost home, the space elevator is just about touching down now," John informed.

Instantly Scott was alert, a myriad of thoughts flashing through his tired mind.

Was his brother sick too and in need of some TLC? Was John in trouble? Did someone need something and call his younger brother while Scott was away? Who was monitoring for incoming transmissions if John wasn't up on five?

" Everything okay?" He asked.

" We'll see in a moment," John answered tersely before his transmission blinked out.

What did his younger brother mean that? Something definitely had to be wrong if John wasn't giving straight answers.

A moment later he found his thoughts interrupted by his red headed brother stalking in to the room, suit still intact and blue eyes filled with determination.

" You, Scott Tracy, are going to bed," John stated firmly, using his shoulder to lightly shove Scott in the direction of their rooms.

" What?" Scott asked in surprise.

John's gaze hardened and he pointed to Scott's room down the hallway.

" You. Bed. Now. I've been watching you run yourself to the ground all week and now it's my turn to be the big brother around here while you get some rest. You'll be no good to anyone if you don't get some sleep".

Scott found his tired and aching body unable to protest as his equally tall younger brother steered him to his bedroom and shoved him on to his bed before throwing a pair of flannel pajamas in his direction.

" I'll be back in five minutes to check on you and if you aren't in that bed and trying to get some decent sleep then so help me I'll shove some sleeping meds down your throat and make you sleep," John ordered sternly before shutting the door softly behind him with a click.

Exactly five minutes later John stuck his head around the side of the door in to Scott's darkened room and found his older brother deeply asleep on his soft mattress. Smirking fondly, John pulled the blankets up over his brother who apparently had decided to fall asleep before he could bother tucking himself in.

Shaking his head softly he made his way back out to the living room at the sound of a small voice calling his older brother's name.

" Scotty!" Gordon called out in a small voice.

John entered the room to the sight of his three younger brothers awake and huddled together under a comforter, Virgil pressing Gordon and Alan to his sides as they cuddled against his warm bulk.

" Sorry, Scott's finally getting some sleep, but I'm here," John announced as he came up behind the couch.

" Johnny!" Alan squeaked happily at the sound of his older brother's voice.

John smiled as he ruffled Alan's blonde hair affectionately.

" Hey squirt".

Pouting cutely at his nickname, Alan pressed himself closer to a concerned Virgil, who gazed out at his immediate older brother with tired brown eyes.

" Is Scott sick?"

John chuckled softly as he rearranged the comforter to better cover it's young occupants beneath.

" Yeah, he's exhausted himself this week and by the looks of things managed to catch on to the flu craze like everyone else. Now Gordon, what was it you wanted Scott to do?" John inquired warmly.

Gordon blushed slightly and he and his brothers shared a small glance.

" We were hoping that Scott would make soup. Grandma said she would and we were hoping Scott would make his soup instead so we didn't get fed Grandma's awful cooking".

John chuckled softly.

" I may not be Scott Tracy, but I've been told I can make a pretty good soup myself. How about it?"

The grinning faces answered that question, and soon John found himself dishing up chicken and noodle soup to every member of the house.

By the suddenly hungry looks on his younger brother's faces as they rapidly shoveled his soup in to their mouths they were enjoying it.

John gently awoke Scott, grinning gently at the sleepy blue eyes that soon stared back at him.

" Sit up and eat some soup before you go back to sleep, I doubt you've eaten much lately".

Scott nodded and sat up with a wince at the ache in his muscles. Accepting the warm soup bowl he suddenly found his mouth watering in hunger. John sat down on the edge of the bed with small sigh, watching his brother raise the spoon to his lips.

" I forget the last time I tasted your cooking," Scott murmured between mouthfuls.

" Oh I believe it was the strawberry waffle venture last holiday season," John recalled with a small laugh.

Snorting with laughter at the thought of that disastrous morning Scott sipped a spoonful of his soup before humming in pleasure at the taste.

" Thank the heavens no one has died this time," Scott chuckled weakly.

" Hey! Virgil only almost died from my waffles," John retorted, clambering to his feet again with the intention of continuing the rounds.

A warm hand clasped around his forearm stopped him short and he turned to face Scott curiously.

" Thank you John," Scott murmured gratefully.

Clasping his brother's hand for a moment, John cast him a small smile.

" You may be the most devoted big brother in the world but sometimes it's time for a little brother to step in for a while. You may be a Tracy, but you're still human Scott. You take care of us all the time, let me take care of you for once".

Silence reigned in the darkened bedroom for a few moments.

" I love you John".

" I know".