42Hi guys! I'm back with a new chapter, yay! Don't think I'm usually this fast updating, it's just that you guys inspired me so much! Thank you for the lovely reviews everyone, you really motivated me to keep this story going, so lets see how it turns out!
Now, Alan's stitches are revealed in here because you guys asked for it!
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The moment Scott Tracy and his brother, John arrived at their father's doorway at the same time, they knew something was up.
"Got any idea of what's going on?" asked the eldest of the two, a commonly seen frown already adorning his face.
"Haven't got a clue bro. The klaxon hasn't gone off and I don't know about you, but I don't see any reason why I should be in trouble." Responded the blonde as Scott knocked on the door. A muttered 'come in' was all the brothers got as a response.
"Dad? You wanted to see us?" said Scott tentatively as he walked into the office, followed by a concerned looking John. Jeff had clearly just received some slightly unpleasant news from someone, for he had just been staring at the blank screen as if it would magically tell him what to do. Then out of nowhere, the Tracy patriarch seemed to find some sort of inspiration and lifted his gaze up to his two oldest sons.
"Yes boys, have a seat. I am yet to receive the full report on what exactly happened, but it seems your brother has been involved in some sort of, well, accident," said Jeff, trying not to scare the life out of his sons, knowing all too well how much they cared for the baby of the family. "It seems that some punk –James something, I can't recall his last name, - was as Alan said, 'talking shit about you', and being the stubborn teenager that he is, our baby got into a fight with him." He proceeded, fixing his gaze on Scott for the next part, "The thing here is, the boy was a couple years older than your brother and much, much, bigger than him, which made Alan an easy target for a fight. Somehow, your brother seems to have slipped and fallen…" Jeff was cut off there, but of course he was expecting it. In fact, Scott had remained silent much longer than the father expected. That was, of course, because his eldest son was most probably thinking of different ways to strangle James.
"Who the hell does he think he is? Messing around with Alan just like that! That little son of a-"
"Scott," Jeff warned, "language. Take it easy son, we'll take care of that business later."
Then John, being the calmed Tracy that he was, spoke up. "And I supposed that Alan, being the unlucky soul that he is, most probably suffered some sort of injury from the fall?"
Jeff looked at John and replied, "Indeed son, your brother was lucky enough to find a sharp edge near where he fell and he seems to have split his knee open and needs some stitches."
Scott clearly paled at the last comment, but the look of fury soon returned to his face, "What hospital is he being driven to? I'll be there in just a few minutes if I take Tracy 1-"
"You're not going son," said the father of five, "John and I will. Your brother thought John was more suitable for a talk that yourself. You're in charge," he said as he grabbed the plane's keys from the desk and stood up, motioning for John to follow him. "Don't let Virgil strangle Gordon while I'm away ok?" At Scott's unenthusiastic nod, Jeff added, "And don't take it personally son, Alan knows you're not much of a words man and asking you to be a listener would most probably place you in an awkward position. I promise you'll get to smother him as much as you want once we're back, but until so, take care of the island." He finished, before turning around and leaving for the hanger, John hot on his heels.
~TB~
Alan Tracy was wheeled into the emergencies room with a bloody towel tightly wrapped around his right knee. 'This hurts like a son of a bitch!' He thought to himself while laughing at being able to use the inappropriate language without having anyone scold him. Nevertheless, his glee lasted only a few seconds, as his leg bumped into someone and a loud yelp followed by a long moan escaped his lips.
"Hurts, doesn't it?" said a voice from above him, a voice that instantly made the young boy smile through his pain.
"Hey Dad, how's it going?" replied the blonde with a cheeky smile as his father kneeled down to kiss the messy mop of hair. "Aw Dad, c'mon! You're ruining my style!" Alan said, making his father laugh.
"So, you're a bad boy now, Squirt? Is that your 'style'?" said a second voice from behind his father.
"Hey bro, long time no see," said the smaller blonde. "And yes, I am indeed, girls love it." Replied Alan while winking at his father and brother, all pain momentarily forgotten. That was of course, until someone else bumped into his leg, "Damnit! Can't anyone see where they're walking? Are you all blind or what!" Yelled the bothered teen, scaring off the by passers and taking a lot of attention to him. Murmured 'Is that Alan Tracy?'s, 'That sure looks a lot like the Tracys!'s, and many other comments were heard through the hallway of the hospital.
"Alan, language." Warned Jeff, unconsciously repeating the same phrase he'd just used on Scott a while before.
"Sorry Dad," replied the teen quietly, "it's just that it hurts so much and I just want it to stop already."
"That's what you get for being a Tracy bro, accidents when you need them the least and four brothers ready to smother you to death!" said John, laughing at Alan's face once he thought of Scott.
"Aw man! I totally forgot about Scott! He's not gonna let me do anything on my own now," answered Alan, the pout and crossed arms making him seem much younger. "Dad, can't I stay here? Like, a whole ocean away from Scott? Yes, pleeease?" he said, extending the last word while giving his father his puppy eyes.
Jeff had to laugh at his youngest, of course he wouldn't want to be near Scott, he was right, the ex-air force pilot wouldn't get his eyes off him. "I'm sorry Alan, but you'll be better at home. After all, you only have a few days before school break, and the principal said you could take them off." Replied the father, before John added,
"Besides Al, do you really think an ocean would stop Scott from finding you?"
"Aw man, I'm totally attached to another object by an inclined plane, wrapped helically around an axis…" replied Alan.
"Screwed?" asked John, after a few seconds of thinking. Alan simply shrugged,
"Big Bang Theory's a classic!"
I burrowed that quote from Big Bang Theory, indeed. It's from the episode " The Prestidigitation Approximation". It does not belong to me, but to Sheldon and Leonard.
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