#tagficgone

[cg29fics]

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.

Tagging 🔖 Sorry if I’ve missed anyone: @janetm74 @drileyf @katblu42 @psychoseal @weirdburketeer @alexthefly @misstb2 @thundergeek59 @burningcowboyhoagietaco @dragonoffantasyandreality

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.

** **

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!”

[cg29]

Gone

Issues with previous updates, so if you’re reading along you may want to check out the links for previous chapters. The complete fic is also available via FF.Net & A03 - CreativeGirl29

Tagging 🔖 Sorry if I’ve missed anyone - If you would like to be tagged in these updates then please let me know and I’ll add you to the list: @janetm74 @drileyf @katblu42 @psychoseal @weirdburketeer @alexthefly @misstb2 @thundergeek59 @burningcowboyhoagietaco @dragonoffantasyandreality

Posted on wrong page - Fics usually via my fic page @cg29fics

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!”

Next. C45

[cg29fics]

Gone

Tagging 🔖 Sorry if I’ve missed anyone - If you would like to be tagged in these updates then please let me know and I’ll add you to the list: @janetm74 @drileyf @katblu42 @psychoseal @weirdburketeer @alexthefly @misstb2 @thundergeek59 @burningcowboyhoagietaco @dragonoffantasyandreality

7 Chapters Left: The complete fic is also available via FF.Net & A03 - CreativeGirl29

CHAPTER NOTES: A little bit flirting 😍 Please remember this is original series 😊

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.

[cg29fics]

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.

Tagging 🔖 Sorry if I’ve missed anyone - If you would like to be tagged in these updates then please let me know and I’ll add you to the list: @janetm74 @drileyf @katblu42 @psychoseal @weirdburketeer @alexthefly @misstb2 @thundergeek59 @burningcowboyhoagietaco @dragonoffantasyandreality

Countdown to the final chapter - 3 - left to go. You can also read the complete fic on Ao3 or FFNet - CreativeGirl29

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!”

[cg29fics]

GONE

Tagging 🔖 Sorry if I’ve missed anyone - If you would like to be tagged in these updates then please let me know and I’ll add you to the list: @janetm74 @drileyf @katblu42 @psychoseal @weirdburketeer @alexthefly @misstb2 @thundergeek59 @burningcowboyhoagietaco @dragonoffantasyandreality

Countdown to the final chapter - 5 - left to go.

Previous. Chapter 49, Visitor.

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!”

[cg29fics]

GONE

Tagging 🔖 Sorry if I’ve missed anyone - If you would like to be tagged in these updates then please let me know and I’ll add you to the list: @janetm74 @drileyf @katblu42 @psychoseal @weirdburketeer @alexthefly @misstb2 @thundergeek59 @burningcowboyhoagietaco @dragonoffantasyandreality

Countdown to the final chapter - 4 - left to go. You can also read the complete fic on Ao3 or FFNet - CreativeGirl29

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!”

[cg29fics]

Gone

Issues with previous updates, so if you’re reading along you may want to check out the links for previous chapters. The complete fic is also available via FF.Net & A03 - CreativeGirl29

Tagging 🔖 Sorry if I’ve missed anyone - If you would like to be tagged in these updates then please let me know and I’ll add you to the list: @janetm74 @drileyf @katblu42 @psychoseal @weirdburketeer @alexthefly @misstb2 @thundergeek59 @burningcowboyhoagietaco @dragonoffantasyandreality

Previous. Chapter 44. Accused.

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.

Next: c46.

[cg29fics]

Gone

Tagging 🔖 Sorry if I’ve missed anyone - If you would like to be tagged in these updates then please let me know and I’ll add you to the list: @janetm74 @drileyf @katblu42 @psychoseal @weirdburketeer @alexthefly @misstb2 @thundergeek59 @burningcowboyhoagietaco @dragonoffantasyandreality

6 Chapters Left: The complete fic is also available via FF.Net & A03 - CreativeGirl29

Previous. C48, Dreams.

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

[cg29fics]

Gone

Issues with previous updates, so if you’re reading along you may want to check out the links for previous chapters. The complete fic is also available via FF.Net & A03 - CreativeGirl29

Tagging 🔖 Sorry if I’ve missed anyone - If you would like to be tagged in these updates then please let me know and I’ll add you to the list: @janetm74 @drileyf @katblu42 @psychoseal @weirdburketeer @alexthefly @misstb2 @thundergeek59 @burningcowboyhoagietaco @dragonoffantasyandreality

Previous. Chapter 41. Woken

Chapter 42. Visits.

Back at the hospital: 9am.

Shortly after Virgil had woken, the rest of the family had arrived and had spent some quality time with him. Each one delighted that, although he was still very ill, he was breathing, and fighting to stay with them. As Virgil was currently dosing, Ruth had remained at his side, while Jeff gathered everyone else in the canteen to go over any more information they had found on Sanderson and Andrews.

“So, what have you uncovered?” Jeff questioned.

“We started by looking at Maria Andrews,” John began, “as we know she’s got three younger brothers. The two youngest, who were just 12 and 14 at the time of the incident, being the ones who were badly injured. Her other brother was 16 and luckily, he wasn’t with them, he was at an educational tech camp, specifically aimed at computers.”

“Does he still have anything to do with computers?” Jeff enquired.

“Yes,” John responded, “he’s 18 now, and currently studying at the Auckland University of Technology, and his current grades are fantastic. I would say that he certainly knows enough to help his sister and stop the computers that we found from working?”

Jeff smiled. “Do you think it was Maria Andrews then?”

“I do,” John confirmed, “and I know Alan and Gordon agree.”

Jeff glanced towards his oldest son. “But you don’t Scott?”

“No,” Scott admitted, “and when we went deeper with our search on Emily’s aunt and brother, it just convinced me even more!”

“What did you find?” Jeff asked.

“We’ve done checks into her aunt Zara Sanderson’s past, there are no criminal charges against her, and apart from being quizzed about her sister’s allegations she’s never been taken in for questioning by the police. She seems squeaky clean!” Scott replied.

“Seems?” Jeff returned.

“Zara had been receiving a lump sum paid into an account, once a year since Emily was 10, and it looks like they came from Emily’s real father. He stopped paying them to her when Emily was 22,” Scott answered.

“If he started paying them when she was 10, that means he knew about his daughter’s whereabouts before Emily first found him,” Jeff observed.

“Exactly!” Scott stated. “We also found an account in Emily’s name, since she turned 22, she’s been receiving occasional deposits instead.”

“And do we know why they left America?” Jeff asked.

“We still have no idea,” John responded, “but just before they moved to New Zealand. Emily’s brothers Warren was arrested alongside his boss, for receiving stolen cars and trying to sell them on. He was released without charge, but his boss was eventually sent to prison. From what we’ve found it looks like Warren may have been guilty, but Emily’s father paid him out of trouble.”

“All this points to Emily still being in touch with her father, and could mean that she is seeking revenge for him.” Jeff paused, thought through all the facts before continuing. “I agree with Scott, Maria may have the motive, and as we’ve recently discovered the means. However, along with the possible motive, there’s just something about Emily that doesn’t sit right! Penny, Parker, what do you think?”

“For me the evidence points to Maria,” Parker remarked, “but without meeting either woman, I wouldn’t want to say for sure.”

Penelope nodded. “I’m in the same mindset, I’m afraid Jeff.”

“And you’ve exhausted all avenues in the background checks?” Jeff asked John.

“Not necessarily, but I don’t know if anymore checks will reveal anything helpful,” John replied honestly.

Jeff sighed. “So, we need to figure out our next step then.”

“Personally, I think there are three possible ways we can find out for definite which one it is,” Penny stated. “The first being that when the effects from the Rynax have worn off Virgil remembers, and the second being that whomever as done this, does something to give themselves away.”

“And the third?” Scott questioned

“The third being less likely. Myself and Jeff are going to visit the Hood this afternoon, so we can test the equipment Brains invented. There’s always the small chance he will reveal something if provoked!”

They all sat in silence until Jeff’s attention was captured by his mother stepping into the canteen. “Mother, is Virgil alright?” Jeff asked worryingly, as she made her way towards them.

“The poor boy as just been sick,” Ruth answered, “and unfortunately, the nurse wasn’t quick enough with the bowl. They’re just cleaning him up now.”

“Any other side-effects?” Scott exhaled.

Ruth nodded. “He’s also started having headaches.”

“Have the nurses been able to give him anything to help?” Gordon questioned.

“The nurse said they would give him some anti-sickness medication.” Ruth confirmed. “The headaches started just before he vomited and unfortunately, because of what he’s already had, they can’t really give him much else. However, they have dimmed the lights, pulled the blinds closed, and put the monitors on a quieter mode. Hopefully, that should help a little bit.” Ruth glanced around the table at all their concerned faces. “Now, try not to worry too much,” she added, “we knew that these side-effects would most likely happen because of the amount of Rynax Virgil was given, and the nurse explained that any effects would disappear once the drug is completely out of his system.”

… …

It was now 11am, and Scott was currently sitting beside Virgil with Jeff, who was having second thoughts about going with Penny to visit the Hood in prison. “Dad, you need to go!” Scott finally stated, after watching his father glance doubtfully towards the door for the millionth time.

“I don’t know,” Jeff frowned, “he’s still on Oxygen, he’s been vomiting a lot! Plus, the anti-sickness meds don’t seem to be helping, and then he’s got these headaches.

“Dad, I’ll be here to keep an eye on Virgil, and Gordon will be here in a minute, so he can look after me!”

Jeff laughed at Scott’s response, but then shook his head. “No. I’ve thought about it, and with everything I’ve already mentioned, plus finding out Andrews and Sanderson have been released. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if anything were to happen.”

“That’s even more reason to go!” Scott interjected. “As Penny said earlier, your visit to the Hood might provoke him into revealing something that we’ve missed. We need to find out which one it is, and we don’t have anything else to go on!” After a couple of minutes of silence, Jeff once more looked doubtfully towards the door. “Dad, go!” Scott ordered.

“Fine. I’ll go,” Jeff sighed, finally giving in. Leaning over, Jeff stroked his hand softly over Virgil’s head. “Virg,” he whispered, “I just wanted to let you know I’m going with Penny now… Okay?” Virgil offered a thumb up signalling his agreement. “Keep in touch and let me know how he’s doing,” Jeff added, finally standing up.

“Of course,” Scott smiled, “now go!”

Jeff tucked Virgil’s blankets around him, and then placed a kiss on his head. He then turned to face Scott, ruffled his hair, and made his way out of the room.

Scott grinned when he had finally left. “That father of ours is such a smother!”

“Pot, kettle!” Virgil retorted, with his eyes still shut.

Scott grinned at his brother’s retaliation. “If you weren’t feeling so sick right now, I would tickle you for being so cheeky!”

Virgil tried to release a laugh, but instead found himself squinting from the piercing migraine, which now hit him with its full force.

“Are you okay?” Scott asked, with obvious concern.

“Head… Sick,” Virgil stammered.

Scott placed his hand soothingly on Virgil’s back while the nurse who was currently on duty in his room passed the sick bowl to him.

“Are you okay?” She asked, after Virgil had stopped vomiting.

“Think so,” he replied.

The nurse took the tray from him, and then poured some water into a small cup. “Try and drink some water. It’s just there for you when you’re ready.”

Virgil shook his head. “Makes me sick.”

“I know,” the nurse replied, “but you’re going to be sick again anyway. It’s just easier if you have something in your stomach rather than dry retching all the time.”

Virgil sighed, and reached a shaky hand towards the cup.

“Here, let me get that for you,” Scott offered.

Virgil batted Scott’s hand out the way. “Not a baby!”

“Okay, Mr Independent!” Scott smiled.

Virgil grasped the cup, and shakily brought it towards himself, managed to take a sip and placed it back. “See!”

Scott grinned. “Well done, now try and get some rest!”

“Yes, Smother!” Vigil responded, before lying back down.

… …

A few hours later: Auckland Prison.

“Balah Gaat, your visitors have arrived.” The officer announced to the Hood who was currently sitting in a small interview room, chained to the bolted down chair.

The Hood glared towards the door, wondering who had the audacity to come and see him. “Jeff Tracy,” he beamed, with genuine surprise, when Jeff made his way into the room, “and Penelope Creighton Ward!” The Hood exclaimed, when Penny followed behind Jeff. “Oh, don’t look so surprised,” he laughed, “I know all there is to know about Jeff, his family, and those who are closely connected to him.” The Hood waited for them to sit down on the chairs opposite. “So, what do I owe this pleasure?” He snorted. Jeff and Penny looked at each other and smiled, but didn’t utter a word. The Hood scowled at them. “Oh, come on, don’t be shy… Why are you here?” When he still received no reply, he continued. “Okay then, if you’re not going to be forthcoming, let me see if I can guess... It’s to do with that woman, isn’t it? You don’t know who it is, so you are trying to psyche me out, and make me angry enough to reveal which one it is, is that your plan?” Much to the Hood’s annoyance, Penny and Jeff continued to quietly stare at him. “Even if your plan does work, and I was to reveal to you both which woman it was, you would never know if I was telling you the truth! Sanderson or Andrews, is that what you’ve come here to ask me?”

“No, that’s not why we are here,” Jeff finally answered.

“Why are you here then?” The Hood demanded.

Jeff leaned forwards and looked the Hood straight in the eye. “I came here to tell you that your plan’s failed!”

The Hood smirked. “How’s it failed? The last time I saw your precious boy he was practically lifeless. Yes, they had put him on that breathing machine, but we both know he’ll never wake up. Not after what I gave him!”

Penelope and Jeff glanced at each other and both released a hearty laugh. “That’s where you are very much wrong,” Penny retorted, “you see, Virgil’s a Tracy… Which means he’s strong and brave!”

“Oh really?” He scoffed.

“Yes,” Jeff smiled, “not only as my boy survived, he’s also awake!”

The Hood slammed his chained hands on the table. “Well not for long,” he growled, “I will escape, and I will finish my revenge!”

“And exactly how do you plan to do that?” Penelope teased.

“With my powers, of course!” The Hood sneered at them both, his eyes turning to a piercing yellow.

Next: C43

[cg29fics]

Gone

Issues with previous updates, so if you’re reading along you may want to check out the links for previous chapters. The complete fic is also available via FF.Net & A03 - CreativeGirl29

Tagging 🔖 Sorry if I’ve missed anyone - If you would like to be tagged in these updates then please let me know and I’ll add you to the list: @janetm74 @drileyf @katblu42 @psychoseal @weirdburketeer @alexthefly @misstb2 @thundergeek59 @burningcowboyhoagietaco @dragonoffantasyandreality

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.

Next. C47.

[cg29fics]

Gone

Had issues with previous post of this chapter missing some paragraphs so posting again.

Issues with previous updates, so if you’re reading along you may want to check out the links for previous chapters. The full complete fic is also available via FF.Net & A03 - CreativeGirl29

Tagging 🔖 Sorry if I’ve missed anyone - If you would like to be tagged in these updates then please let me know and I’ll add you to the list: @janetm74 @drileyf @katblu42 @psychoseal @weirdburketeer @alexthefly @misstb2 @thundergeek59 @burningcowboyhoagietaco @dragonoffantasyandreality

Previous: Chapter 36. Arrested.

Chapter 37. Waiting Room.

Jeff sat staring at the door. It was now 2am, he and the rest of his family had been waiting in the ICU’s waiting room for the past hour for further news on Virgil’s condition and so far, no new information had been given about when they could see him. The only reports they had received were from the hospitals security team, letting them know that the Hood had been arrested by the police. They also informed them that both Nurse Andrews and Doctor Sanderson had been found, both had given plausible alibis to where they had been, both had been appalled at the accusations that had been made against them, and both had willingly accompanied the police to help clear their names. Releasing a big sigh, Jeff glanced over at his mother, she was sitting in the middle of a couch with her one arm placed firmly around John, while he stared off into a world of his own. Alan was on her other side, his head resting on her shoulder, his eyes puffy from the tears he had been silently shedding. “Alan, are you okay?” Jeff asked with concern.

Alan nodded his head, then nuzzled in closer to his grandma, trying to hide his face.

“It’s okay Jeff,” his mother assured him. “I’ve got these two, but maybe you should check on them!”

Jeff peered over at Scott, who had been sitting in the chair next to him, and currently had his head buried in his hands. “How are you doing Scott?”

“Sorry dad, did you say something?” Scott questioned pulling himself up in his seat.

“I asked how you were?” Jeff repeated. Scott shrugged, releasing a heavy sigh. Jeff placed his hand on Scott’s shoulder and smiled sadly at his son. “His he asleep?” He asked, indicating Gordon who was curled up with his eyes tightly shut in another nearby chair.

“I’m awake,” Gordon replied, without opening his eyes, “I’ve just been resting.”

“That’s good,” Jeff said, looking at the clock. It had only been five minutes since he last checked but each minute had felt like an hour had passed. Jeff breathed out in frustration, as he stood, strode over to the door and peaked outside.

“Any sign?” Scott inquired hopefully.

Jeff shook his head and despondently sunk back into his chair.

Another half hour passed by with them all in complete silence, until eventually the door opened, and a doctor and nurse made their way inside. The whole family pulled themselves up in their seats and looked expectantly at the doctor. “Hello, I’m Doctor Knight,” he said, shaking Jeff’s hand, “and this is Nurse Carrie Greggs.”

“Hello,” she responded warmly.

“Normally I would take you into the interview room,” the doctor said, taking two plastic chairs, handing one to the nurse and using the other for himself, “but as this room is empty for a change, we can go through everything in here.” The doctor settled himself, and then continued, “firstly, I would like to apologise for the wait, but let me reassure you that Virgil is stable for the moment. We have taken Virgil for a CT scan and as expected, due to Doctor Sylvia managing to get Virgil’s breathing under control very quickly, there have been no problems found with his brain. Blood tests were carried out, and these show that his liver and kidneys are both functioning normally. Now, when Virgil was intubated we gave him a muscle relaxant and we would normally add a sedative to this as well. However, the drugs he was given are keeping him unconscious for the moment, so we’ve decided not to for now, and he will be kept on the ventilator until he’s awake.”

“Do you know what drugs he was given?” Alan questioned.

“We have done a drug screen to find out, but unfortunately the results haven’t come back yet.”

“Do you know when he will start waking up?” Jeff asked him.

“Unfortunately, no. It depends on what he was given and more importantly, how much,” the doctor replied. “Do you have any other questions?”

“Can we see him?” Scott requested.

“Yes, you can. Unfortunately, I do need to go and see some other patients now, but Nurse Greggs here will be able to take you through to see Virgil, and she will go through anything else you will need to know.”

As the doctor left the room Nurse Carrie Greggs began to go through the procedures of the ICU. She began by telling them that Virgil had been settled in a private side room, she then assured them that there would be a nurse with him constantly, and outlined all the equipment that would be in the room with him. Then, to the family’s dismay she informed them that although visitation was twenty-four hours a day, there was a two-person limit at any one time in his room.

Jeff automatically stood up. “I’ll be going in, Scott, you can come with me.” Gordon, Alan and John went to protest but were silenced by Jeff. “Now, don’t worry you will all get a turn. Scott’s coming with me first because I need his help with something when we come back out.” Scott looked at his dad with a puzzled expression. “I’ll explain later Scott… So, myself and Scott will go in there. Then mother, as soon as we come out I want you to go in with Alan. Then after, Gordon and John you will then get your chance… Okay?”

They all reluctantly nodded in agreement.

“Are you both ready?” Nurse Greggs enquired moving towards the door.

“Yes, we are,” Jeff confirmed, placing a reassuring hand on Scott’s shoulder as they followed the nurse into the unit.

… …

Jeff and Scott stepped into the doorway of Virgil’s new room, stopped and paused as they observed the sight before them. Virgil was intubated, ventilated, and was now also attached to many more tubes, wires and machines than when they had last seen him. Although they had been warned what to expect it was still an intimidating sight to behold as Virgil lay they perfectly still, his eyes tightly shut, while the life support machine did its work. Eventually, finding the courage to move Jeff slipped into the chair that was next to the bed, reached out and held his sons hand in his, while Scott remained in the doorway.

“Are you okay?” Nurse Greggs asked Scott.

When the nurse received no answer, Jeff turned his head and glanced at his son. “Scott?” Scott remained silent, as he gazed at his brother. Jeff stood, moved back to where Scott was standing, and gently placed both hands on his shoulders and looked in his oldest son’s eyes. “Scott. It’s alright… Come and sit down.” Eventually, Scott broke the transfixed look that he had been holding and stared at his father. “Come on Scott, your brother needs you right now!”

Scott nodded, breathed out slowly, and then allowed his father to move him into the seat which was placed on the opposite side of the bed. Leaning forwards Scott gently stroked his hand through his brother’s hair. “Hey, Virg,” he began, “you know, if you keep giving me scares like this then I’ll be completely grey like dad before I’m 30.”

Jeff let out a chuckle. “I think you’ll find it’s having kids that does that Scott!”

Scott smiled at his father, while he tenderly continued to stroke his hand through Virgil’s hair. “You know, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was surrounded by so much equipment, I could almost believe that he was being our typical hibernating bear and sleeping!

“I know,” Jeff replied.

Scott gazed despondently at his brother. “Come on Virg, you need to wake up for us… Without you, I would only have three younger brothers… And well, after all these years that would be just plain weird!” Scott released a depressed sigh as he watched the rise and fall of his brother’s chest. “Without you, who is going to pull me back in line when I go off on one? Scott felt his voice trailing off as he felt a tear trickle down his face. Seeing the sadness in his oldest son Jeff, keeping his one hand firmly placed in Virgil’s, reached his other hand across the bed and held Scott’s in his. “What if he doesn’t wake up dad? We… We can’t lose him!”

“We won’t,” Jeff responded, “he’ll make it. I know he will!”

… …

Scott and Jeff eventually emerged from Virgil’s ICU room and returned to where the rest of the family were waiting.

“How long were we gone?” Scott questioned, when he took in the sight of his brothers and his grandma, who were now all on the one sofa and fast asleep.

“About 40 minutes,” Jeff answered.

“Should we leave them to sleep?” Scott asked.

Jeff shook his head. “I’d love to, but I know your brothers will go crazy if we don’t wake them.”

“Yeah, and grandma will also flip out!” Scott added.

“You’re not wrong there!” Jeff laughed, before moving over to the couch. “Mother.”

Ruth Tracy opened her eyes. “Oh, Jeff, Scott you’re back,” she yawned.

“It’s yours and Alan’s turn,” Jeff whispered.

Ruth nodded and gently woke Alan, who quickly roused and followed his grandma out of the room.

Jeff watched them leave, then looked back at his other sons who were beginning to stir. “Scott, can you get us some coffee from that machine over there.”

Scott nodded, pulled some loose change out of his pocket and stepped over to the far corner of the room where two tacky looking machines, one dispensing candy the other hot drinks, were placed. “Do you want some chocolate, as well?”

“Ooh, yes please,” John yawned.

“Typical… John, the chocoholic!” Scott stated with a slight laugh handing the coffee and chocolate bars over.

“I’m not a chocoholic!” John mumbled, chomping on the bar.

“Mm… Sure you’re not!” Scott responded, passing his father his drink, before taking his own coffee and sitting down on the sofa next to Gordon and John.

“Okay boys,” Jeff interrupted, “as I was saying earlier, I wanted to discuss something with Scott… John, Gordon, I think it would be a good idea to bring you two in on this as well, which is why I asked you to go in last to see your brother”

“What about Alan and grandma?” Gordon questioned.

“I could see that your brother was really upset earlier, and what we’ve got to talk about may upset him further,” Jeff looked at Gordon and John, “when you two are with Virgil I will go through what we’ve discussed with him and your grandma then, and see if they have anything to add.”

“So, what is it dad?” Scott inquired anxiously.

Jeff frowned. “What the Hood said about someone helping him.”

“Doctor Sanderson or Nurse Andrews… What, do you think he was actually telling the truth?” John asked in disbelief.

Jeff nodded. “When he tried to run, I initially thought he was using it as an excuse to escape. The man would say anything to get away… But then, I thought about it and it makes sense… I know he as these powers, but the only people who showed up dazed were the security guards… Twice, he’s managed to get into the hospital, that we know about… After that first time, the door codes were being changed daily, and we were told that the only people who had access to them were the doctors and nurses that were on duty. He managed to gain access to Virgil’s room and, I’m not sure if any of you noticed, but he was also wearing a fake ID.”

“I had a weird feeling a few days back, when they both came in to check on Virgil, but I ended up dismissing it,” Scott informed them.

“Too busy flirting with Doctor Emily Sanderson!” Gordon jibed.

“We had no reason to doubt them… And if I remember correctly you were happy to flirt with that nurse!” Scott snapped back.

“Boys, this is not the time!” Jeff warned.

“Sorry father,” Scott and Gordon replied.

Jeff continued. “Now if I’m right, the Hood was, for once in his life, actually telling the truth. Which means that one of those two women were helping him.”

“Then we need to find out which one of them it is,” Scott stressed, “and ideally within the next 24 hours!”

“I agree that we need to find out which one of them helped the Hood... But why in the next 24 hours?” Gordon asked with a puzzled expression.

“She can’t get to Virgil, they are at the police station,” John added.

“If I’m following dad’s line of thought here… Then I believe that the police will not make these realisations. They will except the excuses that both women come up with, and will conclude that the Hood was lying,” Scott surmised.

“That’s exactly what I was thinking,” Jeff revealed.

“So, you think she will come after Virg again?” Gordon questioned.

“But why, what’s she got to gain from going after him again?” John asked. “Apart from potentially being caught?”

“If you remember the Hood said that the woman was with him in the room,” Scott answered.

“Which means Virgil saw her!” Gordon and John said in unison, finally coming to the realisation of what their dad and Scott were saying.

“And if he can identify her then she might try and kill him again!” John added with a frown.

“Okay dad, we’re all agreeing with you,” Gordon confirmed, “the Hood was telling the truth.”

Scott breathed out. “So, I guess the reason you wanted us all together is to discuss exactly how we find out who this cow is, so we can stop her from getting to Virgil once and for all.”

“Exactly!” Jeff affirmed.

“So, what’s the plan?” Gordon queried.

“I’ll contact the island and update them on what’s happened. Penny had already begun a search with the others help for any intelligence on where the Hood’s new hideout was.” Jeff explained. “If they have discovered where he was based, then it may be useful to go there see if there are any clues as to who this woman is.”

“It would be a good idea to do a background check on them both as well,” Scott pointed out.

“I can do that,” John offered, “I’ve got my tablet and I can access everything through that.”

“Via a tablet?” Gordon questioned.

John grinned. “Yep!”

“Cool!” Gordon remarked.

“Okay,” Jeff cut in, “John, run the background checks. Gordon, Scott. I want you two to correlate the information John finds and see if it gives us any clues as to which one of them it is.”

“Well, it could be both! They were both keen on us leaving the hospital.” John hypothesised.

“Both? I’m not sure… Personally, now I’m thinking about it… Nurse Andrews was the one who initially suggested we leave the hospital,” Gordon stated, “Doctor Sanderson only suggested it was a good idea that we got some rest.”

“Yes, but there’s been plenty of times that she also sticks out,” John added.

Scott frowned. “You could be right John, it could be both… Or it could be just one of them. Either way we need to find out… I’ve already broken my promise once to Virgil that no one would hurt him again, and I’m not going to break it again!”

Next… Chapter 38

Next C38. Reactions

Next. Chapter 38. Reactions

[cg29fics]

Gone

Issues with previous updates, so if you’re reading along you may want to check out the links for previous chapters. The complete fic is also available via FF.Net & A03 - CreativeGirl29

Tagging 🔖 Sorry if I’ve missed anyone - If you would like to be tagged in these updates then please let me know and I’ll add you to the list: @janetm74 @drileyf @katblu42 @psychoseal @weirdburketeer @alexthefly @misstb2 @thundergeek59 @burningcowboyhoagietaco @dragonoffantasyandreality

Previous. Chapter 40. Missions.

Chapter 41. Woken.

After sitting for several minutes in silence, Scott decided to speak. “Okay, let’s look at the facts… We have Doctor Emily Sanderson, she’s had a very bad childhood, but ended up coming out of it a lot stronger. The only motive we can find so far, is that her father was reported by dad to the police… Then we have Nurse Maria Andrews, she lost both parents at Crest Valley, plus her two youngest brothers were horrifically injured. So, her motive is possible revenge against International Rescue, and possible monetary gain.”

“So, you think it’s Maria then?” Alan questioned.

“I’m really not sure,” Scott frowned, “as I’ve said before, she’s stepped up and took on the parenting role to her three younger brothers. If I was her, then I’d just be grateful that you were alive, and I still feel like there’s more that we don’t know about Emily.”

“I agree Scott,” Jeff sighed, “John, can you do further checks into the backgrounds of Emily’s brother and aunt?”

“Of course!” John confirmed.

“Maybe look at Maria’s other brother as well?” Gordon suggested.

Jeff smiled. “That’s a good idea Gordon… Penny, can you call your Police Commissioner friend, and see if he knows what’s going on with those two women?”

“No problem Jeff, I’ll get on it straight away.”

“Good, then I suggest that once you’ve all seen Virgil, and we know what’s happening at the station, then you should all return to the hotel and see if you can help John,” Jeff stated, “we’ll meet back in the canteen tomorrow morning, and go through everything we have found”

“FAB!” They all chimed.

After each of the boys had spent a short amount of time with Virgil, Penny had informed them that the commissioner had revealed that, because of an ‘anonymous tip-off,’ the Hood’s former hideout had been found. Due to this development, the police had decided to hold both women overnight for further questioning. However, they had all been warned that unless further evidence presented itself, or if upon waking Virgil remembered one of them being there, they would both be released the following day. Upon hearing this their grandmother, alongside both Parker and Penny had returned with the rest of the boys to their hotel, while Jeff had remained at Virgil’s side. All of them determined to help John with the additional background checks on the two women. Hoping that it would yield something that would point them to the correct offender.

… …

The next morning: 7am.

Nurse Carrie Greggs, who was on duty for the day shift, gently shook Jeff’s shoulders to waken him. “Good morning,” she greeted, when Jeff finally opened his eyes.

“Hello,” Jeff yawned.

“I’m sorry to disturb you,” she smiled, “I’m just about to take Virgil of the sedatives.”

“What… You are?” Jeff responded in surprise.

“Yes,” the nurse replied, “his readouts have been good during the night. So, we’d like to give this a try now.”

Jeff pulled himself up into a more comfortable position. “How will this work?”

“We will start by switching his infusion off,” Carrie explained, “because Virgil was on Propofol, he should start waking up soon. We will then check his breathing and see how he’s doing. If he's still needing support, then we will keep him on a lower dowse of sedation so that he can interact with you. If he can breathe on his own, then we will have to ask you to stay in the waiting room while we remove the tube. Once that’s done we will provide him with some oxygen until he’s feeling a bit stronger.”

“I just hope he’s more with it today,” Jeff grimaced.

Carrie smiled sympathetically. “Just be prepared. Even if he his sensible, the tubes will make him cough!”

“Okay,” Jeff replied, gently holding Virgil’s hand in his.

After a short time, Carrie began to speak. “Okay, Virgil is starting to wake. Mr Tracy, we’re going to ask Virgil to squeeze your hand. Please let me know if he does.

Jeff nodded. “Come on Virg, you can do it!” He quietly willed.

“Virgil, can you hear me?” Carrie asked. “If you can, then I want you to squeeze your dad’s hand,” Carrie glanced at Jeff, but he shook his head to confirm that there was no reaction. “Come on Virgil, I know you can hear my voice. Please squeeze your father’s hand for me.”

“He did it!” Jeff grinned, when he received a response. However, his heart immediately sunk when Virgil’s head began shaking from side to side, like it had done the day before.

Carrie immediately took Virgil’s other hand in hers and held it, so he couldn’t pull at the tubes. “Talk to him. Let him know you’re here.” She said.

Jeff nodded and leaned closer to Virgil. “Everything is going to be okay Virg.”

“Keep going,” Carrie said, when Virgil didn’t respond.

“Please son, open your eyes for me,” Jeff pleaded.

Virgil’s eyes, unfocused, slightly cracked open, as he began coughing against the tube.

“Virgil, look at me… You’re in intensive care. There’s a tube in your mouth helping you to breathe. Do you want us to take it out?” Virgil nodded his head, turning red from the amount he was coughing. Nurse Greggs pressed a few buttons on the monitors. “Virgil, I want you to try and take a deep breath for me?” Virgil responded to her command. “Well done, that’s it!”

A doctor, followed by another nurse entered the room and observed the ventilator readouts. “Okay, he’s breathing on his own,” the doctor confirmed, “we can go ahead and remove the tube.”

The new nurse started gathering up equipment, while Carrie addressed Jeff. “As I explained, you will have to leave the room while we extubate. I promise it won’t take long, and as soon as we are done then you’ll be able to return.”

Jeff nodded. “I’ll see you in a bit,” he whispered in Virgil’s ear, before leaving the room.

Virgil, stared at the door watching his dad leave, his focus being brought back by the nurse’s voice who had been in the room with his father.

“Virgil, we’re going to take the tube out now, okay? Come on Virgil, look at me.” Carrie soothed, as the panic and desperation grew more evident on his face. “Everything is going to be okay!” Virgil locked his eyes onto the nurses, as she continued to reassure him that he was indeed safe and secure. “That’s it.” She continued, while the doctor and the other nurse worked together to pull the tube. “You’re doing really well. It will all be over soon.” Carrie smiled at him when they had finished pulling the tube. “There we go, all done now!”

The other nurse placed an oxygen mask over Virgil’s mouth and then adjusted the bed, so he was now in a slightly raised position. While the doctor observed his monitor readouts. After a few more checks they both smiled at Virgil. “Can you say Hello for me?” The doctor asked.

“Hello,” Virgil croaked.

“Well done!” He replied. “Your throat will be sore, you can have some ice chips in a bit, okay?”

“Okay,” Virgil slightly coughed, “where’s my dad?”

“Your father is in the waiting room,” the other nurse replied, “we just need to do a few more checks and we’ll bring him back in. Just try and get some rest for now.”

Virgil nodded and closed his eyes.

… …

Even though Jeff knew the nurses were all doing the best job possible for his son, he had still apprehensively left the room, wanting to remain at Virgil’s side through the extubating process. However, as he had no choice but to leave, to relieve his tension Jeff had gone into the corridor outside of the ICU, and called the hotel. Scott had been the one to answer. His relief at Virgil being awake obvious. He quickly passed on the information to the rest of the family who were in the room with him, and declared that they would all be there as soon as possible. After finishing the call, Jeff anxiously returned to the waiting room, hoping that someone would return for him soon, and he would once more be able to be with his boy. After another five minutes, which had felt like hours, Carrie opened the door and signalled for Jeff to follow her.

“How is he?” Jeff asked as they made their way back towards Virgil’s private room.

Carrie smiled. “Good! The tubes out, he’s breathing well, and he’s able to talk.”

“If there are any side-effects, when will they show,” Jeff questioned.

“Any side-effects should be apparent already. However, because of the sedation he isn’t aware of them yet. As soon as the sedation is out of his system they will hit him. Given the size of the overdose, that’s most likely going to be sooner rather than later!”

Jeff exhaled after taking all this information in. Once Carrie was satisfied that Jeff was ready, she opened the door and allowed him to enter the room. “Hey Virg,” he said softly, gently squeezing his hand.

Virgil opened his eyes and smiled weakly at his father. “Hey,” he mouthed, squeezing his dads hand back.

Jeff stroked his hand through Virgil’s hair. “You gave us all quite a scare!”

“What happened?” Virgil croaked.

“Do you not remember?” Jeff asked.

“Alan gave me my chain,” Virgil muttered.

“And that’s the last thing you recall?” Jeff questioned.

Virgil furrowed his brow in concentration. “Yes… Sorry.”

“Not your fault son... Not your fault at all!” Jeff responded, before looking towards the nurse with understandable concern. “Is that normal?”

“It has been known to happen with Rynax,” Carrie replied, “It sometimes stops the brain laying down a new memory.”

“Any chance they won’t come back?” Jeff questioned.

“Occasionally,” she answered, “give him a bit longer, and once the sedation as worn off, see if anything comes through then.”

Jeff sighed, hoping that now Virgil didn’t remember which woman it was, his brothers had uncovered something in their search.

“Dad,” Virgil muttered, “what did happen?”

Jeff looked towards Virgil who was looking perplexed. “You had a really bad reaction to some drugs you were given… I promise I will explain more later, for now I want you to try and get some rest for me.”

Virgil frowned not wanting to rest, but finding his eyes were naturally shutting as he drifted off to sleep.

… …

A few hours later:

Over 24 hours she had been held for questioning. Over 24 hours, in which, somehow, she had managed to keep her cool, and answer all the questions that had been fired at her. It had been extremely difficult to maintain the façade. Especially when the police had revealed that they had discovered the Hood’s hideout, and had somehow managed to get the computers working. ‘No doubt because of the Tracy’s,’ she inwardly scowled. Knowing, because of information divulged to her by the Hood that they were also International Rescue. Thankfully though, the recorded imagery hadn’t been retrieved, thanks to the help she had received. Plus, when no other evidence had presented itself, and luckily Virgil had woken and not remembered anything, the police had eventually believed that she was an innocent victim, who had been dragged into all this business by the Hood’s insidious lies.

Now as she stood outside of the police station, she beamed an inner smile. It felt amazing knowing that despite the bad luck she had been having she had so far gotten away with everything! All she needed to do now was to make sure that it stayed that way. Plus, she still wanted and needed revenge against Virgil, and his family. She breathed in the fresh air that freedom brought her. Firstly, she needed to go home, shower, and make sure the damn bite that Virgil had inflicted on her hand was healing. Secondly, later that afternoon she would make her way to the hospital for a meeting she and her colleague, who had also been accused, had been asked to attend. Thirdly, she would need to gain access to Virgil Tracy, just in case his memories did come flooding back to him, and silence him once and for all!

Then finally, she would need to make sure that she did continue to look like an innocent victim, not only to the police, but also to her work colleagues. Pondering her thoughts on how to do this, she smiled to herself, maybe the way forward was to make sure the blame was firmly placed onto the other woman. She knew that she could arrange that, she just needed to make sure that the wheels were firmly in motion!

NEXT. Chapter 42

[cg29fics]

Gone

Issues with previous updates, so if you’re reading along you may want to check out the links for previous chapters. The full complete fic is also available via FF.Net & A03 - CreativeGirl29

Tagging 🔖 Sorry if I’ve missed anyone - If you would like to be tagged in these updates then please let me know and I’ll add you to the list: @janetm74 @drileyf @katblu42 @psychoseal @weirdburketeer @alexthefly @misstb2 @thundergeek59 @burningcowboyhoagietaco @dragonoffantasyandreality

Previous: Chapter 37. Waiting Room.

Chapter 38. Reactions.

Both Alan and his grandma had made their way into Virgil’s room. Alan now sat where Jeff had previously been and held Virgil’s hand in his, while his grandma sat on the opposite side with her hand placed on Virgil’s arm. Both had remained silent throughout their time in the room, both deep in their own personal thoughts. Eventually, Alan broke the silence and began to speak. “Hey Virgil. It’s Al. I… I just wanted to tell you that, I know you like your sleep and everything, but… But you have to wake up… Okay?” Alan paused, half expecting the usual reply of. ‘Go away Alan.’ That he normally received when waking his brother up from his slumber. Obviously, getting no such reply Alan continued. “Please Virg, I miss you… You’re the one I tell all my secrets too. Yeah, I can talk to the others, but the deepest secrets… Well, they’ve only ever been told to you, not even Gordon knows some of the ones you’ve heard!” Alan sniffed and wiped away a tear that was trickling down his face.

“Come here sweetheart.”

Alan glanced up and noticed his grandma was now standing next to him, with her arms open ready for a hug. Alan smiled and moved slightly over on his chair, allowing his grandma to sit down on the edge and wrap him tightly in her arms.

… …

30 minutes later:

“Hey.” Alan smiled greeting his three brothers and his father who were all conversing together on the sofa, when he and his grandma made their way back into the waiting room.

“Can we go in now?” Gordon asked.

“Of course, you can,” Ruth confirmed.

Gordon and John grinned, as they both jumped to their feet, and headed out of the room.

“So, what's been going on here then?” Ruth questioned, slipping in between Jeff and Scott on the sofa.

Jeff signalled for Alan to join them, as soon as he had, he began to fill them in on what had been discussed.

… …

“Geez!” Gordon sighed deeply, as he entered the room and observed all the wires and machines that were surrounding his brother. “Did I look this bad when I had my Hydrofoil accident?”

“Yes, you did!” John replied sadly, as he dropped into one of the chairs and clutched Virgil's hand.

Gordon breathed in and moved around to the opposite side of the bed. “Come on Virgil please open your eyes for us. Me and John really don’t want to have to share middle brother duties.”

John released a light laugh. “Yes, come on Virg. I mean, can you imagine the fallout?”

Gordon and John both grew quiet at receiving no response from Virgil, both remained silent, as they continued to listen to the beeps of the machine and watch the rise and fall of Virgil’s chest. Another half an hour had passed by with John and Gordon both talking intermittently to Virgil when Doctor Knight walked into the room and spoke quietly to Nurse Greggs. When he had finished he turned to both Gordon and John. “Are the rest of your family still in the waiting room?”

“Yes.” John replied. “Is there something wrong?”

“I have the drug screen results.”

“And?” John asked.

“If you’d like to come with me, then we can go through the results with the rest of your family.” Doctor Knight responded.

John and Gordon looked at each other worriedly, before following the Doctor out of the room.

… …

Doctor Knight had gathered the family in the interview room which was situated next to the waiting room, so they could gain a bit more privacy, due to other families starting to arrive. Once everyone had settled Doctor Knight began. “We have the drug results back, and the only anomaly is Rynax.”

Jeff sighed. “The same drug as before?

“That’s correct.”

“How much was he given?” Jeff asked.

“A considerable amount! Which was enough to stop his breathing. If you hadn’t found him when you did, unfortunately he would have suffered permanent brain damage.”

Upon hearing this news Ruth gripped her son’s hand in hers. “Where do we go from here?”

“We will continue to support his breathing until he wakes up,” Doctor Knight responded.

“And what are the chances of him having a reaction?” Scott asked.

“Due to the amount he was given, plus the potential interaction with the medication that he was on, it’s reasonable to expect him to have some side effects. However, since he’s been on renal precautions since coming in, it shouldn’t be anything lasting.”

“What side effects will he get?” Alan questioned.

“We are unable to say with any certainty. Virgil may display several symptoms at once, or he may have none. It really depends on how he processes the Rynax. The most common side effects with this drug are; nausea, vomiting, and migraines. So, we wouldn’t be surprised if these do appear.”

“How long are the symptoms likely to last?” John enquired.

“If he does show signs then anywhere from 24 hours to 3 days, which is usually how long the drug will stay in his system for.”

“When will he wake up?” Gordon queried.

“Unfortunately, we can’t give you an exact timeframe. However, Virgil is young, and normally he’s fit and well. So, the chances that it’s sooner rather than later are good.”

“Thank you, doctor,” Jeff replied, standing to shake the man’s hand, “can I see my son now?”

“Yes of course,” Doctor Knight responded.

Jeff breathed out, a look of worry etching across his face as he looked over at his mother and his three sons.

“It's okay, dad,” Scott assured him, “go and see Virgil… We'll finish here, and one of us will be through in a moment.”

Jeff nodded and quickly left the room.

… …

A short time later:

Scott stepped into his brother’s ICU room and observed his father clutching Virgil’s hand, as he lent in, and whispered soothing words to his son. “Dad.”

Jeff glanced back at Scott and smiled. “Hey.”

Scott placed his hand on his dad’s shoulder. “I’m going to take grandma back to the hotel, so she can get some rest.”

“What about your brothers?” Jeff questioned.

“John and Alan are coming with me, so we can get started on everything we discussed earlier.”

“And what about Gordon?”

“He’ll be staying here with you,” Scott replied.

Jeff shook his head and went to stand, but was instantly pushed back down into his chair by Scott. “But…”

Scott cut his father off. “No buts… You’re staying here dad! Someone needs to stay with Virgil, and I know your head will not be in the game if you are back at the hotel… So, I’m taking command! I will contact home and let everyone know what’s happened. As soon as we have any information then I will let you know… And as I said, Gordon will be staying here with you!”

“I don’t need a babysitter.” Jeff smiled.

“Well, someone needs to keep an eye on you!”

Jeff laughed at Scott’s response, pulling his son into a heartfelt hug. “Remind me when you became the father?”

“I’ll see you later dad,” Scott grinned, releasing his father and leaving the room.

“So, you’re my babysitter?” Jeff chuckled when Gordon immediately entered after Scott had left.

“Mm… I’m just not getting paid as much as I used to though!” Gordon joked back, dropping into the seat on the opposite side of Virgil’s bed.

… …

Back at the hotel:

The past couple of hours had been predominantly busy for Scott. On returning to the hotel, he had begun by making sure that their grandma had gone to get some much-needed rest, he had then insisted that Alan and John get at least a few hours of sleep in before they began their next mission. When Scott was satisfied that all of them were sleeping, he contacted their island home.

Penelope had been the one to answer his call and had instantly snapped into action when she had heard what had happened to Virgil. She began by relaying all the information that she had obtained, regarding the Hood’s possible hideout before being arrested, and all the intelligence that had been made on the two male accomplices who had been helping him. Then to Scott’s delight she informed him about the invention that Brains had been working on, which would potentially act as a shield against his mind powers. She then continued by letting him know that because of this invention needing to be tested, that herself and Parker would be joining them in New Zealand, with Parker immediately flying them both out in Tracy 2, so she could visit the Hood and try out the new equipment.

Scott had initially tried to resist, however, when she had made several statements as to why she needed to be there, he eventually gave in knowing that when Penny had decided something there was no way anyone was changing her mind. Secretly, he was glad that the young woman would be joining them, knowing it would free up a little bit of time for each of them to visit Virgil, and knowing that if, and when Virgil did wake, another familiar and friendly face would do him the world of good.

A couple of hours later, Alan, John, and their grandma had woken to find Scott still awake and already working through some plans he had made. After seeing how tired Scott looked, his grandma had literally dragged her grandson to his bed, ordering him to get a few hours’ sleep, while John and Alan began working on the background checks. Scott had tried protesting, but once his head had hit the pillow, he instantly fell asleep.

… …

Meanwhile:

Throughout the past couple of hours, Jeff and Gordon had remained at Virgil’s bedside. Both talking intermittently to him, as they willed him to breathe on his own, both frustrated that still no change had taken place.

It was now 7.30am, and a new nurse called Ellie Ford, had recently come on duty for the morning shift. The nurse smiled at both men as she continued to observe the monitor and ventilator readouts. “Virgil’s just started triggering breaths.” She informed them.

“What… He has?” Jeff enquired, the light in his eyes slightly returning.

“Yes,” she responded.

Gordon grinned at his father and lent in towards his brother. “Come on Virg, keep breathing for us, you can do it!” He willed, as he started stroking Virgil’s hair.

Another 10 minutes passed by, Ellie had just finished checking his obs, and changing his IV bags, when Virgil’s hand flinched out of his fathers. The nurse ushered Gordon over to his father’s side of the bed, so she could gain full access, placed her one hand on Virgil’s shoulder and leaned in towards him. “Virgil can you hear me?” Virgil’s hand shot to his chest and then instantly settled. “Okay, keep talking to him. He may be hearing you.” She said, remaining at Virgil’s side. “Hopefully he’ll start to wake up very soon.”

Jeff nodded and looked hopefully towards Gordon. “So, any ideas on how to wake him up?”

Gordon thought for a moment and then released a light laugh. “I do actually… So Virg, when you were missing I was telling the guys about your last birthday when I managed to catch you out with one of my pranks. You remember… I covered you in pink feathers, and decked out...” Gordon paused and leaned in closer to Virgil, so the nurse could not hear him. “And I decked out your bird with pink balloons, party streamers and banners saying, 'Got You!’ Do you remember how I managed to pull that one off?” Receiving no reply from Virgil, Gordon continued. “You were distracted because I had made you believe that I was going to paint your girl yellow… Well, if you don’t wake up for us then I promise that this time I will paint her a glorious yellow, and I will sign the outside. ‘Love from Squid,’ in a luminescent pink!”

When Gordon uttered those last words Virgil’s monitors and ventilator began to screech, his eyes shot open, his body stiffened, his head began violently thrashing from side to side, and he began coughing and gagging against the tube. “Wow, Virg. I was only joking!” Gordon burst out, shocked and distressed at his brother’s reaction.

“Virgil, can you look at me?” Ellie questioned, holding Virgil’s chin in the palm of her hand.

With an unknown strength, Virgil’s hands shot up and gripped at the intubation tube. The nurse struggled with Virgil, eventually demanding a stunned Jeff and Gordon help hold his hands down. Both men instantly snapped out of the trance they had been in, and pulled Virgil’s hands out of the nurse’s way, so she could make sure the tube remained in place, and hit the emergency button.

“Virgil calm down, no one’s going to hurt you!” Gordon said desperately trying to reassure his brother.

Virgil’s head and body jolted from side to side, his face beginning to turn red, as the monitors and ventilators continued to screech.

“Please son,” Jeff begged, “you’re going to hurt yourself even more!”

At that moment, several members of staff hurried into the room. Followed by two muscular looking men, who pushed Jeff and Gordon out of the way, and forcibly held Virgil’s wrists flat on the bed. Gordon and Jeff plastered themselves to the wall, neither wanting to observe what was happening, but still not being able to look away.

Virgil suddenly became more violent as he attempted to kick his fractured legs around, alongside trying to sit himself up, and throw himself over the bed. The two men who had been holding Virgil’s wrists, moved their other hand onto his shoulders to prevent his attempts at sitting up, while Nurse Ford, keeping her one hand on the tube hit some buttons on the ventilator and monitor, finally silencing the screeching alarms.

“Try him on CPAP.” The doctor ordered.

One of the other nurses began pushing some buttons on the ventilator.

Jeff grew more impatient as his son continued to thrash around, while the red lights blinked furiously, and numbers flashed on the machines before him. “Please do something,” he begged.

"He's apnoea ventilating," the doctor said a few seconds later, although for Jeff it had felt like hours. "Sedate him and put him on his previous settings."

“Propofol?” Ellie asked as the other nurse pushed some more buttons on the ventilator.

The doctor nodded. "Bolus 50 and start an infusion."

The other nurse hurried out of the room and within seconds was back with some medication, she began setting up the infusion, while the doctor drew up some of the drug, which looked like milk into a syringe and then injected it into Virgil’s drip. Within seconds Virgil eyes closed, he stopped thrashing around, and he became perfectly still. The two men immediately let him go and left the room, while the doctor listened to Virgil’s chest, and Ellie began checking that the tube was still in the right position.

“What the hell happened?” Jeff demanded, stepping away from the wall and towards his son, looking white as a sheet from the shock of seeing his boy’s reaction.

The doctor offered both Jeff and Gordon a seat, which they gladly took, and introduced herself as Doctor Maxwell. “Unfortunately, Virgil woke while his brain was still jumbled from the Rynax that was in his system. I tried to let him breathe for himself, hoping that we would be able to take the tube out, but unfortunately his breathing is still not strong enough. So, we'll keep him asleep until tomorrow morning, and try waking him again then.”

“Did he harm himself, or re-injure anything? Gordon asked.

“It’s unlikely but we will check him over and do an X-ray on his fractured legs and his dislocated shoulder just to make sure,” Ellie replied, “I’ll also check his stitches, but as they’ve been in for six days and were due to be taken out they should be okay.”

Jeff gripped Virgil’s hand in his, leaned in and whispered some words to his son. When Jeff had settled back to a sitting position Doctor Maxwell continued. “Regrettably while myself and Nurse Ford do run these checks, we will have to ask you to wait in the waiting room.” She informed them.

Jeff let out a despondent sigh at not being able to stay with his son.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be as quick as possible,” Ellie responded.

Jeff nodded and followed Gordon into the now packed out waiting room.

“Dad?”

“Yes Gordon?” Jeff replied.

“Will you be okay while I call the others and update them on what’s happened?”

“Yes, I’ll be fine!” Jeff smiled reassuringly. “Can you also find out how they are getting on?”

“No problem dad,” Gordon responded pulling his father into his arms before leaving the room.

… …

It was now 10am, Scott had managed around three hours of sleep before waking up to find his two brothers gathered around the table in their large hotel suite, with Penelope and Parker who had just arrived. “Hello,” he greeted Penny and Parker sleepily.

“Hello Scott,” Penelope smiled, giving him a hug.

“Good morning Master Scott,” Parker responded, shaking his hand, “would you like a coffee?”

“Yes, please,” Scott returned.

“I’ll order us all some food as well,” Parker added leaving the room.

“Where’s grandma?” Scott questioned.

“She’s returned to the hospital about an hour ago,” John answered.

“So, where’s Gordon?” Scott asked.

“I’m here bro,” Gordon yawned, exiting the bathroom after having a shower.

“Any news on Virgil?” Scott enquired hopefully. When Gordon had relayed what had happened at the hospital, Scott slumped into his chair. “So, how have you been getting along with the background checks on the nurse and Doctor?”

“Well,” John started. It’s actually brought up some interesting information on both, but one is very damning!”

“Which one?” Scott enquired.

Next… Chapter 39. Background Checks.

[cg29fics]

Gone

Had issues with previous updates, so if you’re reading along you may want to check out the links for previous chapters. The full complete fic is also available via FF.Net & A03 - CreativeGirl29

Tagging 🔖 Sorry if I’ve missed anyone - If you would like to be tagged in these updates then please let me know and I’ll add you to the list.

@janetm74 @drileyf @katblu42 @psychoseal @weirdburketeer @alexthefly @misstb2 @thundergeek59 @burningcowboyhoagietaco @dragonoffantasyandreality

NOTE: Medical details were researched with additional help coming from a friend who worked in a hospital.

Previous. Chapter 35

Chapter 36. Arrested.

Scott looked at his brother lying unconscious on the bed. “Virg, don’t do this!” He begged, shaking him. “Please wake up!”

“Scott, I need you to move now!” Dr Sylvia ordered.

Scott quickly moved to where the rest of his family were now standing and watched helplessly as his brother's face began to turn grey. Upon gaining clear access, Doctor Sylvia immediately felt for a pulse with his one hand and pressed the emergency button with the other.

Within seconds, two nurses immediately rushed into the room. “What happened?” The one asked, grabbing an emergency bag and handing the doctor a Guedel’s airway.

“Respiratory arrest!” Doctor Sylvia stated, inserting the airway into Virgil’s throat. “Call the MERT team now!”

“On my way!” The other nurse said running out of the room.

“And call security!” Doctor Sylvia shouted after her. He grabbed the air-viva bag from the nurse, placed the mask over Virgil’s face, and rhythmically squeezed breaths into Virgil’s lungs. After a few seconds, although he was currently still lifeless, Virgil’s colour began to slowly improve.

“Do we know what happened?” The nurse questioned, as they continued to work together to keep Virgil alive.

Doctor Gerry Sylvia indicated the discarded syringe that had been abandoned by Virgil’s IV. “This man,” Doctor Sylvia replied, indicating the unconscious Hood who was still slumped on the floor, “he was seen injecting an unknown substance into Virgil’s drip.”

“His he okay?” The nurse asked beginning to move towards the Hood.

“He’ll be fine, Virgil's the one not breathing… We can deal with him later!” Doctor Gerry Sylvia ordered.

The nurse nodded, snapped on some gloves and placed the syringe in a kidney dish. Meanwhile, the other nurse hurried back into the room and quickly informed them that the MERT team were now on their way.

Gerry glanced worriedly at the family as he continuously worked on Virgil. “Nurse, can you take them into the hallway?”

“Of course!” The nurse replied observing the family, who were now in various stages of shock. “Can you please follow me?” None of them moved, oblivious to the nurse, as they all remained transfixed on Virgil. “This way!” She repeated.

Scott was the first to awaken from the haze he was under. “No, I’m not leaving him!” He stammered, beginning to shake from the shock at seeing his younger brother looking so lifeless.

The nurse smiled sympathetically. “I understand that you don’t want to leave him, but the doctors will need the space to work on your brother, okay?”

Scott bowed his head and with tears in his eyes moved out of the room, his brothers and his grandma following closely behind, each of them in a dazed state.

“Sir, this way.” The nurse requested, noticing Jeff hadn't moved, and was now staring furiously at the Hood. “Sir, you really need to come with me… Don’t worry about that man, we’ll make sure that security deals with him!”

“This man,” Jeff growled, “this man, is the reason my son is in this hospital. He’s tortured him… And put him through so much physical and emotional pain! And now… Now he’s gone and hurt him again… And this time… My son might actually die!” Jeff’s voice trailed off as he felt tears of rage beginning to swell up in his eyes.

“Sir, please come with me!” The nurse urged once more.

Reaching down Jeff grabbed the Hood by the scruff of his collar. “Oh, I'm coming nurse… And so is he!” Jeff snapped, flinging the Hood into the hallway. Jeff began charging towards him, coming to an immediate stop, when he saw the MERT team making their way into Virgil’s room with the resuscitation trolley. “Oh, God… No!” Jeff cried sinking to the floor.

The MERT team raced into the room and within seconds they had immediately pulled the bed away from the wall, removed the bed head, and ensured that Virgil was lying flat. Doctor Sylvia gave a quick synopsis of Virgil’s condition to the ICU doctor, who had arrived with the MERT team, while continuing to bag oxygen into Virgil. The ICU doctor began listening to Virgil’s chest, while the nurses placed electrodes onto him, took his obs, inserted extra fluids into his IV, and checked his pupils.

“Okay, let’s intubate! Give him 10 of Vec.” The ICU doctor ordered.

The nurse drew up some fluids into a syringe and injected it into Virgil’s drip, she then opened some draws on the resuscitation trolley, taking out numerous pieces of equipment and handing them to the doctor. Within seconds, the ICU doctor inserted a clear plastic tube into Virgil's throat and immediately attached it to another machine.

As soon as the MERT team had gone into Virgil’s room, the nurse who had taken them outside helped Jeff to his feet, leading him and the rest of the family further up the corridor, and away from the distressing scenes. “The doctor will come out and talk to you as soon as he can. Will you be okay while I just check on these two?” She questioned, indicating the two security guards who were now waking up after being knocked out.

“Yes,” Ruth Tracy nodded, taking a comforting hold of Jeff’s arm.

“Good.” The Nurse replied.

Scott glared at the two Security Guards, instantly stopping when he saw the glazed look in their eyes. “They were hypnotised.”

“Doesn’t surprise me!” John frowned, glaring at the Hood, who was now beginning to regain consciousness. “Hey!” He yelled when he noticed the Hood starting to get up. “Where do you think, you’re going?” John stormed towards the Hood, seized him by the throat, pinned him against the wall, and leaned aggressively into his face. “What did you give my brother?” The Hood remained silent, shocked at the suddenness in which he had been grabbed. “What did you give him?”

The Hood let out a chilling laugh. “That would be telling!”

“Tell me!” John threatened, clutching the Hood's throat even tighter.

“Can’t breathe!” The Hood gasped, struggling against the tightness that was now being applied to his neck.

“Neither can my brother!” John roared, delivering a sharp punch to his stomach. “Now, what did you give him?”

“Come on Sir, I think he’s had enough!” The nurse ordered, trying to pull John away from the Hood.

“Yes, and so as my brother!” John retorted back, delivering another sharp blow to the Hood’s stomach. “He’s all yours!” John grunted, throwing the Hood back onto the floor, before making his way back over to his dad, grandma and brothers who were all staring at him completely stunned by the reaction the normally placid man had displayed.

The nurse began examining the Hood, while another security guard, who had just arrived, made sure he didn’t try to run. A few moments later, Doctor Gerry Sylvia made his way out of the room and headed towards Jeff.

Upon seeing the Doctor, the Hood let out a chilling laugh. “We did all that we could!” He cackled.

Doctor Sylvia stared at the Hood, shook his head, and focussed his attention on Jeff and his family.

“How’s my boy?” Jeff asked, terrified at what he may be told.

“He’s stable for now!”

“What?” The Hood snarled. While Jeff, his mother and all four boys released an intense breath of relief, each one trying to hold back the tears.

Ignoring the Hood, Doctor Sylvia continued. “As you know Virgil stopped breathing and because of this the ICU Doctor had to intubate him. Basically, he’s put a tube in his throat and a ventilator is now breathing for him and he will be taken to the Intensive Care Unit shortly. Thankfully, his heart rate and rhythm are still normal, and his pupils are also reacting as they should. This gives us a good indication that we managed to get oxygen to him in time and that his brain function will be okay. Unfortunately, at this stage we don’t know what he was given. However, once he’s in the ICU ward they will be able to investigate and see what further treatment is required.”

“When can I see him?” Jeff questioned.

“They are just prepping Virgil to be moved now, you will be able to see him as he goes past, but they won’t be able to stop. Someone will show you the way to the ward, and once you are there you will have to remain in the waiting room while they set everything up. As soon as Virgil is settled then you will be able to be with him then.”

Jeff shook Doctor Sylvia’s hand, thanking him for all that he had done.

Doctor Sylvia turned towards the nurse. “Have you seen Doctor Sanderson and Nurse Andrews anywhere? When the nurse shook her head Doctor Sylvia frowned. “If you do can you please tell them I would like to see them both in my office?”

The Hood released a mocking laugh which resonated down the hallway. “Oh no! Looks like the game is up!” Everyone looked at the Hood in confusion. “Oh, come on!” He started. “The doc here's obviously worked out something is going on with that doctor and nurse!”

“What are you saying?” Jeff demanded.

“Do you really think I managed to gain access to the hospital and Virgil’s room without any help… Think about it?” The Hood let out another mocking laugh. “Nurse Maria Andrews or Doctor Emily Sanderson… One of those two women helped me… She was even in the room before you showed up… And she certainly wasn’t hypnotised… She’s been very willing to help me this entire time! Don’t you think it’s weird that they are not here right now? Obviously one of them as got a genuine excuse… But the other… Well, I’m sure she will come up with something convincing!”

All of them gazed at each other, surprised at the accusations that had been made against Nurse Andrews and Doctor Emily Sanderson who they had all trusted. The Hood grinned to himself when everyone’s focus, including the security guard who had been watching him closely, shifted. Sensing his only opportunity, the Hood attempted to make his escape.

“Quick… He’s trying to run!” Alan warned.

The security guard darted after the Hood, grabbed him around the waist and pulled him to the floor. The Hood began struggling, eventually freeing himself from the man’s grasp, and tried to run in the opposite direction, coming to a sudden halt when he saw the barricade that had been quickly formed by John and Alan. Swinging himself around with the intention of trying again in the opposite direction, the Hood now found Jeff, Scott, and Gordon with the guard blocking the other exit.

“You're not going anywhere!” Gordon snapped, knocking him to the floor.

The Hood picked himself up and snarled at Gordon, spinning himself around in a full circle desperately searching for an escape route. Eventually, the Hood charged at Alan, believing that because he was the youngest it would mean that he was the weakest.

Alan however, proved him wrong by delivering a sharp punch to his face, causing the Hood to fall backwards onto the floor. “That’s for my brother!”

“Wow… Nice left hook there Alan!” Scott remarked.

Alan grinned. “No one hurts one of my big brothers and gets away with it!”

The Hood sluggishly pulled himself to his feet and stumbled in the opposite direction, only to be stopped by Scott, forcibly pushing him back to the floor. “As my brother said… You're not going anywhere!” Scott hissed.

The Hood now glared at them all. “You will never stop me!” He taunted, clambering back to his feet and quickly spinning around again. This time he propelled himself forwards straight through John and Alan. Unluckily for the Hood, Ruth Tracy had been standing behind them, and when she saw him make his mad dash she prepared herself, and swung her heavy handbag around his face causing him to topple backwards and fall once more! Wearily pulling himself to his feet the Hood began to stare down Jeff. “I will destroy you Jeff Tracy! I’ve already done it before… I killed that precious wife of yours… I will take the life of that damn boy… And then the lives of each one of your sons… You will pay Jeff Tracy!”

Jeff shook his head as the Hood continued to babble on, making all kinds of further threats against him and his family. Finally, Jeff had simply had enough. “Oh, shut up!” He stated, delivering another blow to the Hood’s face, which rendered him unconscious once more.

The nurse, who had hidden out of arms way, scurried forwards and quickly checked the Hood over, confirming to the security guard that he was okay to be moved. The guard pulled the Hood up into his arms and carried him away. Stating that he was going to place him somewhere more secure until the police finally arrived. Jeff, his boys and mother all exhaled in relief. Glad that the Hood had finally be taken out and would soon be back in prison.

Gordon looked up and down the hallway. “Where's the doc got too?”

“I'm here,” Doctor Gerry Sylvia said stepping out of Virgil's room. “I wanted to make sure that Virgil wasn't brought out during all that commotion.” Doctor Sylvia popped his head back in the doors and said something to the team inside, then after a few seconds the doors swung open.

The family all grew silent as they watched the MERT team slowly wheel Virgil out of his room, each one of them shocked and distraught at what they were observing. Virgil was covered in wires and there was so much equipment placed on the bed and around him. These included, an oxygen cylinder, the discarded syringe which was still in the kidney dish, and a chart. There was also a monitor which was beating in time with the rhythm of his heart and another machine hushing with the movements of his chest. Amongst all this machinery lay Virgil, his eyes tightly shut. He looked small and completely helpless with the tube protruding from his mouth, and the breathing apparatus taped into position with some form of cloth, which was also wrapped firmly around his head.

In desperation to be at Virgil’s side, Jeff stepped towards him but was immediately held back by Doctor Sylvia. “Don’t worry, you can be with him soon!”

Jeff stopped himself and pushed his hands through his hair, frustrated at not being able to escort his son to the ICU.

“Could you please escort the family?” Doctor Sylvia asked the nurse.

“Of course,” she confirmed.

Doctor Sylvia faced Jeff. “Okay, the nurse here will be taking you to the ICU… I will make sure you are kept updated on when the Hood is taken into custody and I’ll let you know what's happening with Doctor Sanderson and Nurse Andrews.”

“Thank you.” Jeff replied, looking anxious to leave.

The nurse smiled at the family. “Are you all ready?”

Jeff nodded, took his mother’s hand, and signalled for his boys to follow the nurse.

… …

Meanwhile: The Hood’s Hideout.

The woman stood watching the monitors, that had previously been set up for the Hood. She had decided to retreat here after the family had shown up. Safe in the knowledge that the Hood would get his revenge, but now everything that could have gone wrong, had! She breathed out in frustration, gazing at her now bandaged hand, that Virgil had bitten. Not only had the Hood's plan failed, he had gone and got himself arrested, and had also suggested that either herself or her work colleague were an accomplice. “How could he do that?” She growled. She should have guessed that he would betray her. The man was notorious! The amount of people who had helped him in the past, who had ended up either dead or in jail was exceptionally high. Although, the small percent that had come through for him had been handsomely rewarded. So, she had decided to take the risk, believing that she had the potential to pull things off! But she had failed, spectacularly, and had come out of it with zero monetary gain. Continuing to ponder her thoughts, she reflected on her past. She had pulled of other schemes before and managed to get away, free of any information regarding her involvement being known. This time however, it was entirely her own fault! She had not followed her usual protocols and because of the cockiness she had displayed at allowing him to see her face there was a strong possibility that she would be arrested. Pacing the room, she continued to reflect over what needed to be done. She knew that she needed to make sure that any plan she did form succeeded. The easy part would be securing her innocence with everyone. Well, ‘manipulating and lying to people were her speciality.’ The second part though, that wouldn't be so easy to implement! Now that Virgil was on the ICU ward, it would be difficult to gain any sort of access to him, but she knew that she didn’t have a choice. She didn’t want to go to prison! Eventually, a beaming smile spread across her face. Whatever she did, she knew that she could and would turn things around. Virgil, may have had the audacity to go and survive but she would make sure that she finally silenced him once and for all!

Next C37. Waiting Room

NEXT: Chapter 37.

Next. Chapter 37. Waiting Room

Next. Chapter 37. Waiting Room.

[cg29fics]

Gone

Issues with previous updates, so if you’re reading along you may want to check out the links for previous chapters. The complete fic is also available via FF.Net & A03 - CreativeGirl29

Tagging 🔖 Sorry if I’ve missed anyone - If you would like to be tagged in these updates then please let me know and I’ll add you to the list: @janetm74 @drileyf @katblu42 @psychoseal @weirdburketeer @alexthefly @misstb2 @thundergeek59 @burningcowboyhoagietaco @dragonoffantasyandreality

Previous. Chapter 42: Visits.

Chapter 43. Emotions.

Both Scott and Gordon had spent the last 45 minutes in silence, watching over Virgil with deep concern as he lay with his eyes shut, clinging tightly onto his sick bowl. The intensity of his migraines had grown, the vomiting had become more frequent, and due to the lack of sleep he was getting, the normally peace keeping artist had become extremely moody,

“Scotty,” Virgil mumbled, after he had finished vomiting once more.

“Yes bro, can I get you something?” Scott asked.

“Please don’t let Alan or Gordon see me like this.”

“Err, sorry Virg. Gordon’s already here,” Scott pointed out, signalling to where he was sitting.

“Hey,” Gordon smiled, when Virgil looked at him groggily, “as for Alan, I don’t think you’ll be able to drag him away.”

“No control anymore!” Virgil stated before crumpling himself over the bowl and vomiting again.

Gordon and Scott exhaled at the state their brother was in, both desperate to help or soothe him in some way.

When Virgil had finished the nurse quickly swapped the bowl. “Try and drink some more water.” She said, pouring some into a cup.

“Virg, please... Let me help you, you’re going to drop it,” Scott cautioned, noticing Virgil’s hand shaking.

“No!” Virgil snapped, taking a hold of the cup and sipping some.

“Try and drink some more,” the nurse ordered, when Virgil had placed the cup back down.

Virgil huffed to himself and muttered under his breath before taking hold of the cup.

“Come on Virgil, let us help you,” Gordon begged, when he saw Virgil’s hand was shaking even more than before.

“No!” Virgil snapped again. Gordon and Scott glanced at each other knowing the inevitable was going to happen. Sure enough, Virgil’s hand began shaking and the water went all over him. “God damn it!” Virgil exploded. Throwing the plastic cup across the room. “Can’t do anything!”

The nurse half-smiled at Gordon and Scott, who both looked shocked and saddened by Virgil’s outburst. “Don’t worry, It’s just the drugs. As soon as they are out of his system he’ll be back to his normal self… It may be best if we had just one person at a time while his migraines and sickness are this bad,” she suggested, “it may also help him emotionally as well… If you can give us about 10 minutes, I’ll get this cleaned up.”

“Okay,” Scott and Gordon agreed, both trudging out the room and outside to the hospital gardens where their grandma, John and Alan were enjoying some fresh air.

“Is everything okay with Virgil?” John asked with concern, when he saw Gordon and Scott.

Scott and Gordon despondently relayed what had happened. Detailed their concern over Virgil’s emotional state becoming worse, and the advice the nurse had given.

“The nurse is probably right,” Alan stated, “it’s just the drugs, he’ll be okay in a few days.”

“I don’t think so,” Gordon replied, “he seemed so angry and frustrated.”

Scott nodded. “I think the drugs are displaying the pent-up frustrations he’s been trying to hide since we found him.”

“Mm…” Ruth pondered. “Alan, John, I know you were both due to go in, but because it’s now one at a time, I think it may be best if I go next… I believe this may need a grandma’s touch!” Ruth smiled at Gordon and Scott. “How long did the nurse say she would be?”

“About 10 minutes,” Gordon answered.

“Right, then I’ll make my way up now,” she smiled, “will you boys be okay, while I’m gone?”

“Yes grandma,” Scott grinned, “I don’t know about the others, but I need a coffee.”

“Count me in,” John, Alan and Gordon echoed.

“You boys and your coffee,” Ruth laughed, “I’ll see you all in the canteen when I come out!”

… …

Auckland Prison:

Jeff and Penelope glanced at each other and smirked as the Hood’s eyes now changed from a piercing yellow to an intense gold. “I really think you need your eyes tested,” Jeff mocked.

“Why is it not working?” The Hood shrieked.

“Oh, dear, what’s wrong?” Penny questioned with fake concern.

“I think it’s his powers,” Jeff answered, “for some reason, they don’t seem to be working.”

“What have you done?” The Hood demanded.

Penny pulled out a small box from an inner pocket, opened it, and then placed it on the table in front of the Hood, displaying a pair of contacts which were inside. “The reason your powers are not working is because myself and Jeff are both wearing contacts which are just like these prototypes. You see they were invented by a colleague of ours, they work by protecting the retina from receiving the hypnotic suggestions you are sending out.”

The Hood growled and brought his chained hands down onto the contacts smashing them into bits.

“Oh, how clumsy of you!” Jeff taunted. “Now, don’t worry… Our colleague was quite confident that these would work. In fact, he was so confident that he’s already made several of them in advance, and thankfully they’ve already been given to anyone who has the displeasure of dealing with you. Of course, now we know they do work, he will be making plenty more of them… Which means, that you’re not going anywhere!”

… …

Ruth had quietly entered the ICU room, and taken a seat next to Virgil’s bed. Softly stroking his head while he dosed. After five minutes, with his eyes remaining shut, Virgil clutched onto the sick bowl which had been resting next to him and vomited. The nurse swapped the bowl over and handed him some more tissues, while Ruth poured some water into a cup. “Right, are you going to let me help you?” She questioned, holding the cup firmly. “Or are you going to throw another cup across the room?”

Virgil blearily opened his eyes and looked at his grandma. “Sorry,” he stuttered, excepting the help from her.

“You know, it’s perfectly okay to get angry, scared, and emotional after what’s happened to you,” she said, placing the cup down when he had finished. Ruth turned back to face Virgil and noticed the tears that were beginning to well up in his eyes. “Oh, sweetheart,” Ruth exclaimed, gently holding Virgil in her arms as best she could with all the wires that were attached. “It’s okay, everything is going to be okay.”

“I want to feel like me again,” Virgil wept.

“You will. Maybe not the old you, but a new you will emerge from all of this, one who is stronger than before… It may take some time, but you know that we are all here to help you along the way,” Ruth soothed, continuing to hold onto Virgil as he openly sobbed into her shoulders.

After Virgil had fallen asleep in her arms, Ruth placed him gently back on his bed, and returned to her four other grandsons who were in the canteen, having been joined by Doctor Gerry Sylvia. She happily greeted the doctor and then began filling them all in on what had happened.

“Is there anything we can do for him?” Alan questioned.

“He’s emotionally exhausted… He’s frustrated, angry, and scared, not that he’ll admit that last part,” Ruth observed, “the best thing you can do, is to make sure he receives the much-needed support he will require when he returns home!”

“Of course!” All the boys replied.

“Good! Just maybe try to hold back on the smothering, okay?” Ruth said, staring straight at Scott.

“What?” Scott commented. “I think you’ve got the wrong grandson, I never smother!”

“Ah!” Gordon, Alan and John retorted.

“Okay, okay,” Scott grinned, “I’ll try… No promises though!” Everyone laughed, except John who was staring across the room. “Hey, what’s up?” Scott asked.

“What are they doing here?” John growled, pointing across the room at Maria Andrews and Emily Sanderson, who had not long entered the canteen, and were both trying desperately to not catch their eyes.

“They’re here for a meeting to discuss everything that’s happened,” Doctor Sylvia answered.

“And what will happen?” Gordon asked.

“Unfortunately, it’s up to them,” Gerry responded, “no charges have been made, and unless new evidence surfaces, or Virgil remembers something, neither of them will be taken back in for questioning. So, as far as the hospital directors are concerned they are innocent and welcome to return to work.”

“Well, one of them is guilty and she certainly doesn’t belong here!” Scott stated, rising from the chair.

Ruth immediately pulled her grandson back down. “Scott, one of those two women is completely innocent in all of this, and she doesn’t deserve a tirade.”

“No, but the other one certainly does!” Scott muttered.

�� …

Auckland Prison:

After a long period of silence. the Hood leaned in closer to Penelope and Jeff. “I know all of your secrets Jeff… Everything about you, from your family life to International Rescue. If you don’t let me go, then I will make sure the whole world knows exactly who runs International Rescue!”

Jeff smirked. “Do you really think I would let you go, just so you could leave here and hurt my son again? No! Your threats are not going to work on me… I would gladly sacrifice the secrecy of International Rescue for any of my boys… So, you can tell whoever you want… However, let’s face it, no one would believe you, and even if they did… Well, I would make sure they didn’t find a single piece of evidence… So, if you want to tell people then go right ahead, tell everyone who we are. Shout it from behind your prison walls… Because Balah Gaat, you won’t be leaving them for a very long time!”

“God damn you Jeff Tracy!” The Hood shrieked, throwing himself into a fit of rage.

Four prison officers rushed in the room and constrained the Hood, while he continued to yell obscenities at both Jeff and Penny. They were about to pull him out of the room and escort him back to his cell, stopping when the Hood screamed. “If I’m going to prison then that damn woman is coming with me!”

… …

Scott continued to stare at the two women, as they both sat separately on the opposite side of the canteen. Eventually his continuous glare was broken when his grandmothers phone began to ring. “It’s your father,” Ruth observed, when she looked at the caller ID, “hi son.”

“Hi mom, how’s Virgil?” Jeff immediately asked.

“Not great I’m afraid, his sickness and migraines have gotten worse, and he’s been very emotional as well.”

“Oh,” Jeff sighed, “well, I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

So, what happened with this invention?” Ruth questioned.

“They work!” Jeff happily reported.

“That’s great news Jeff,” Ruth beamed, passing on the news to the others.

“And did the Hood reveal anything useful?” Ruth queried.

“Can the boys here me?” Jeff asked.

They’re sitting next to me, with Gerry Sylvia,” Ruth replied, “I could put you on speaker if you want me too? But we are in the canteen, and those two women have just shown up!”

“What,” Jeff gasped, “they’re in there right now?”

“Unfortunately, they are.” Ruth confirmed.

Jeff exhaled. “Please put me on speaker, but keep the volume low.” As soon as Ruth had done what Jeff had asked, he continued to speak. “The police have just called the hospital to find out where they both were, and are probably on their way now.”

“Why?” Alan asked.

“The Hood named one them,” Jeff reported.

“What… Who?” Scott questioned.

Jeff released a heavy breath. “With them both in the room with you, I don’t think I should say, and to be honest, none of us are sure if Hood was even telling the truth… At first when he went to name her, he was angry and wanted her to suffer as much as him… But he then grew quiet, and when we pushed him for the name he seemed to take pleasure from seeing everyone wanting to know, especially me. Even though he hates her, he detests me more, and I’m sure he would love knowing that we have the wrong one. That way she would still be a threat to Virgil.”

“Dad… Please, she’s here right now. Which one did he name?” Scott demanded.

“Scott, I’m not saying. The police will be coming to take her in for more questioning.”

“Well, it looks like we’re about to find out anyway. Security are here now.” Scott jumped to his feet and stared at the security who were now talking to one of the women. “You,” he growled, storming over to Emily Sanderson, when it became apparent from her shocked reaction that she had been blamed.

“I haven’t done anything!” She stressed, looking from security to all the Tracy boys who were now standing next to Scott.

“Then prove it!” Scott countered.

“I will! I’m going to the police station now, and I will clear my name,” She promised him.

Scott seethed to himself as he watched her leaving the canteen with the security. “I hope she doesn’t get away with this!”

“Scott, dad said the Hood may have been lying,” John reminded him, “they may have the wrong woman!”

Scott exhaled and stared at Maria Andrews, who was looking utterly shocked by what had taken place. Glancing up from where she was sitting, she caught the stares of all of them. Looking quickly away, with her head down, she stood and left the canteen, making sure not to catch any more of their glares.

Next: C44

[cg29fics]

Gone

Had issues with previous updates, so if you’re reading along you may want to check out the links for previous chapters.

Tagging: @janetm74 @drileyf @katblu42 @psychoseal @weirdburketeer @alexthefly @thundergeek59 @misstb2

Previous. Chapter 34: Reassurance and Retribution.

Chapter 35. 45 Minutes.

Previously:

Virgil slowly opened his eyes and looked at the woman. “Hi.” He muttered.

“Hello, Virgil,” she greeted. “You have a visitor.”

“Family back?” He questioned.

“No, It’s not family Virgil. Thankfully, they have all headed back to the hotel,” she responded.

Virgil looked at the woman with confusion. “Who?” He yawned.

“Oh, it’s just me Virgil… To be honest I’ve really missed seeing you… Have you missed me?”

Virgil’s eyes widened in horror when they fell on the Hood.

… …

45 Minutes Earlier:

Scott sat on the floor with his brothers and father. They had arrived back at their large hotel suite less than 30 minutes ago and as none of them had eaten much that day, their father had ordered some food, which they were all now, apart from their grandma, who had retired for the evening, tucking into. Scott picked up another slice of pizza and gazed at it for several minutes.

“Err bro, are you going to eat that?” Alan asked eagerly. Scott handed the slice over to his brother. “Thanks Scott.” Alan mumbled with his mouth half full of food.

Scott half-smiled and then quietly folded his arms tightly against his chest.

“Okay Scott, what’s wrong?” Jeff questioned, already knowing what the answer would be.

Scott looked at his father and sighed. “We should have stayed. I hate the thought of Virg being there alone!”

“There’s nothing we could have done tonight.” Gordon responded.

Scott let out another heavy sigh. “What if he wakes? Those nightmares are awful!”

“You heard what the Nurse and Doctor said… He’ll be asleep throughout the rest of the night.” Alan added.

“But what if the Hood tries to attack him again?” Scott warned.

“Do you really think he would?” Alan stammered.

“There’s nothing stopping him!” Scott informed them.

Jeff looked at Scott with concern. “Scott, I know today’s been long and hard, and to be honest… I didn’t want to leave the hospital either, but the Nurse and Doctor were right… We need to get some rest!”

“I know, it’s just…” Scott’s voice trailed off.

“You have a feeling?” John cut in.

Scott gazed at John. “Yes, I do! Go on, tell me I’m being a Smother Hen again!”

John shook his head. “Not this time! I made that mistake earlier and your intuition was spot on… If you think we should be at the hospital, then I’m ready to head back with you right now!”

… …

45 minutes Later:

Virgil instinctively made a grab for the call button, only for his wrist to be seized by the woman in the room. He then tried to scream for help, only to have the Hood shove a gag in his mouth.

“Oh, I am disappointed Virgil, have you not missed me?” The Hood sneered. Virgil stared up at the Hood, desperately trying to hide his fear. “Now, you can try and hide how scared you are.” The Hood scoffed. “But with this woman’s help I’ve been watching you this entire time! I’ve seen how much I’ve hurt you and the pain that you’ve been in.” The Hood let out a scornful laugh. “And I’ve seen how distressed you’ve really been!” The Hood continued. “Okay Virgil, we have a lot of things to talk about and I really want you to be able to answer me… Which means I need to remove this gag… And I need you to remain nice and quiet for me… Okay?”

… …

Half-an-Hour Earlier:

Jeff, Gordon and Alan had listened carefully to Scott’s fears. After John had backed him up they all eventually agreed, not that they needed much convincing, that they would return to the hospital. Jeff had informed his mother and after a little grumbling that he really needed to rest, she finally acknowledged that, she too had her misgivings about leaving her grandson, and they would all probably get more rest if they were at the hospital with him.

… …

Half-an-Hour Later:

The Hood signalled for the woman to remove the gag, as soon as she did, Virgil tried to shout for help once more but was immediately stopped by the woman covering his mouth with her other hand. Virgil bit sharply into the woman's hand.

“He bit me!” She yelped.

“Why are you doing this?” Virgil demanded, looking at the woman in disgust.

“Why does there have to be a reason?” She scoffed, moving away from the bed, as she clutched her bleeding hand in pain.

“You’re meant to help people!”

“I do!” She retorted. “I help people like Balah Gaat here, get the revenge he deserves against people like you!”

Virgil stared at her in disbelief.

“Now Virgil, I’m sure you have many questions.” The Hood interjected. “And I may or may not let you ask them, but for the moment I want you to be quiet and listen to me. If you don’t then well, let’s just say, if I can get to you this easily, then think how easy it would be to get to one of your brothers!” He cautioned. “So, all I need you to do Virgil, is to be nice and quiet!” The Hood leaned in close to Virgil’s face. “Can you do that for me?”

Virgil glared at the Hood, deciding right then to not listen to the warning he had been given. He would find a way to fight back, no matter how much physical pain he was currently in, he was not going to give the Hood the privilege of seeing him lie down and take whatever punishment he had in store. He was a Tracy dammit… And Tracy’s never, ever quit!

… …

15 minutes earlier:

Jeff climbed out of the taxi that had brought him and his family back to the hospital, he paid the driver, making sure to tip him well for getting them all back there quickly, and then made his way back into the hospital with his boys and mother by his side.

As they all made their way inside the main entrance, Doctor Gerry Sylvia, who had just been about to leave for the night, had seen them enter. “Hello there. I thought you would have all been in Virgil’s room?”

Jeff smiled at the kind Doctor. “Well, we were initially convinced by Nurse Andrews and Doctor Sanderson to head back to our hotel for the night.”

Gerry grinned. “Don’t tell me… You got back and realised you couldn’t rest unless you were here with him!”

Jeff nodded. “How did you guess?”

“I’m a father myself, and I’d be the same if I was in your position,” Doctor Sylvia admitted. “I wonder why the Nurse and Doctor advised you to head back? I know some hospitals have rules stating families can’t stay overnight but our doesn’t.”

“Oh, they were just worried about us not getting any proper rest!” Ruth Tracy stated.

Scott noticed the concerned glint in the Doctors eyes, as he began to walk alongside them. “Everything alright doc, I thought you were heading out, not back in?”

“I was,” Doctor Sylvia confirmed. “But it won’t hurt for me to check in on your brother!”

“Oh, there’s probably no need,” Jeff remarked.

“It’s okay,” he smiled, continuing to walk with them towards Virgil’s room, “it’s my job!”

… …

15 Minutes Later:

“So, all I need you to do Virgil, is to be nice and quiet!” The Hood leaned in close to Virgil’s face. “Can you do that for me?”

Virgil spat in the Hood’s face and then with his left hand, he brought his fist straight into the Hood’s throat. “Does that answer your question?” Virgil snapped back.

The Hood clutched his throat, spluttering from the shock of the punch. “I’m going to kill you!”

“Oh God!” The woman said cutting him off.

“What is it?” the Hood coughed.

The woman was standing by the door peaking outside. “The Tracy’s are back.”

Virgil’s eyes widened at hearing this news. “Help!” He tried to yell, only to be stopped by the Hood shoving the gag back in his mouth and holding him firmly down.

… …

Meanwhile:

Making their way towards Virgil’s room Doctor Sylvia smiled at the two security guards who were sitting outside of Virgil’s room. “Hi” He said. The Two security guards looked towards them, stood up, and then stormed towards them, pushing them further away from Virgil’s room.

… …

“What’s going on?” The Hood demanded.

The two security guards have pushed them back down the corridor.” She then swore under her breath. “Doctor Sylvia is with them!” She faced the Hood. “You need to act now, otherwise, you won’t get an opportunity again.”

“And where are you going?” He demanded, when she started to open the door wider.

“The security guards have them distracted. If I don’t go now, I’ll be caught and…”

“Go then.” He barked, cutting her off. “I have a job to do… And this time I plan on finishing it!”

The woman nodded, peaked out of the room and when she was sure she would not be spotted, she slipped out and made her way in the opposite direction.

The Hood glared at the woman as she made her way out of the room and closed the door behind her. He then pulled the small box out of his pocket and scowled at Virgil. “I really wanted us to talk first, I really wanted to ask you how those dreams had been? Virgil tried to hit out but was still being held down by the Hood. “You really need to learn to control your anger!” The Hood scoffed, opening the box with his free hand and taking his prized drug out. “Now, you’ve had the pleasure of experiencing this drug before.” The Hood stated. “Rynax… I’m sure you remember its sedative effects and the fact that the Doctors here wouldn’t give you certain medications while it remained in your body… You see, there was a reason for that… The effects this drug can have on your system, if you are on anything else… Well, most people would find them devastating. Myself, on the other hand, well I find it quite interesting.”

… …

“Let us past!” Gordon demanded, as the security guards continued to hold them back.

“We can’t,” they both stated.

“Why not?” Jeff snapped. “My son is in that room!”

“We are just following orders sir,” the one security guy confirmed.

“Whose orders?” Doctor Sylvia questioned.

“Doctor Reed.” The other security guy confirmed.

“Who?” Doctor Sylvia queried. “There’s no Doctor Reed working at this hospital!”

“The Hood!” Scott scowled, instantly throwing a punch and knocking the one security guard out cold.

“Hey!” The other security guard shouted, grabbing Scott around the waist.

John stepped forwards and threw his fist into the man’s face, causing him to fall unconscious to the floor.

Scott picked himself up and looked at his brothers and father. “Virg!” He stuttered, spinning around and running towards his brother’s room.

… …

The Hood prepared the Rynax and started injecting it into Virgil’s IV. “Sleep tight Virgil Tracy.” He laughed. The Hood glanced up at the door as it swung open, revealing Scott Tracy. “I think you will find that you’re too late!” The Hood mocked.

Scott ran to Virgil’s bedside, while the Hood let out a scornful laugh and ran towards the door, only to be instantly stopped by the fist of Jeff Tracy knocking him out cold!

Doctor Gerry Sylvia ran into the room and looked at Scott who was staring at Virgil. “What’s he done?”

Scott turned to him. “He’s injected him with something.” Tears began running down Scott’s face. “Doc… Please… Please, you’ve… You’ve got to do something… He’s… He’s stopped breathing!” He finally stated.

Next… 36. Arrested