Okay, so this is my first shot at a Thunderbirds fic, and the characters personalities are mainly based from the new Thunderbirds movie, as I've never watched a single episode of the original series!

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Disclaimer: I do not, I repeat, do NOT own any of these characters...unfortunately...

When Daddy's Not Around

It was almost a year since Alan had defeated the Hood in the bank on England, and in that time the five Tracy brothers hadn't had much time to be together. Jeff decided that as a one off for now, once John's month in Thunderbird 5 was over, he would go up there instead, leaving Scott in charge, so that the five of them could spend some time together.

"Hang on, why should Scott be in charge?" Gordon asked. "He's boring"

"He's sensible" Jeff corrected his second youngest son.

"Yeah, and someone needs some kind of authority over you and Alan, or Tracy Island is domed" Virgil added with a grin.

"Any trouble from you two" Jeff said, looking at Alan and Gordon, "I'm coming straight back down and the two of you can take over John's shifts for next 6 months."

"What makes you think we would misbehave?" Gordon asked.

"Do I really have to answer that?" Jeff replied. "I'll see you three at dinner, I'm just going to find Scott, and tell John the news"

"Bye Dad" Virgil said with a wave, before grabbing his youngest brother into a headlock and throwing him into the pool.

"Hey!" Alan shouted, reaching the surface, spitting out a load of pool water. "Why do you always pick on me?"

"Gordon's too heavy for me" Virgil replied with a smile, before wandering off into his room.

Gordon stretched his arm out to try and help Alan out of the pool, only to be pulled in himself. "That's the last time I try and help you!" he spluttered.

"Hey there John" Jeff said through the computer in his office.

"Hey Dad, how's it all going?" John replied, a chocolate bar in one hand.

"Everything's fine down here, a few more soaked sun loungers and a couple of whiny teenagers, the usual" Jeff said with a laugh. "How are you?"

"I could sure do with a pizza" John said, tossing the empty chocolate bar wrapper in the bin. "Any chance one of the little brats could bring me one?"

"You really think if I sent Gordon and Alan up with a pizza you would actually get it?" Jeff asked.

"Point taken. Anyway, did you call for any reason, or just for a chat?"

"Believe it or not, I've got some good news for you. At the end of your shift I'm going to come up there instead of Alan, so you boys can have some time together."

John put his arms in the air as if he had been held hostage. "As long as I'm not in charge that sounds F.A.B Dad"

"Don't worry yourself, Scott's the man in charge"

"I wish him good luck!" John laughed.

"Anyway, I best go, I still haven't told Scott the news. Oh, and John?"

"Yeah Dad?"

"Go easy on the chocolate bars"

"F.A.B Dad" John said with a grin. "Talk to you soon!" John flicked off the switch for visual feed, and looked out of one his windows to look at his home planet.

"Who is it?" Scott asked when he heard the knock on his door.

"It's me" his father replied.

"Oh sorry Dad, thought it was Alan or someone" Scott apologised and opened his bedroom door.

"I won't disturb you for long son, I just came to tell you that I'm taking over Alan's shift on Thunderbird 5 once John is done, so that the five of you can spend some time together"

"Oh that sounds great Dad, but...who's in charge?"

"You, unfortunately"

"Me? John and Virgil best help out...those two brats can be hell when they want to be" Scott said with a raised eyebrow.

"Scott, if you can pilot Thunderbird 1 in the most harshest of winds, I'm sure you could manage Gordon and Alan for a month"

"I wouldn't be too sure" Scott grinned. "But it's a great idea, thanks Dad"

"No problem son, I think dinner will be ready in a minute"

"F.A.B Dad, I'll be there in a second" Scott replied.

Dinnertime never lasted long on Tracy Island. Tin-Tin's mother would spend hours upon end cooking up a huge meal for the boys, and it lasted all of ten minutes. Of course, in between mouthfuls, the elder Tracy's would tease the younger ones, but the teasing seemed to have died down slightly after an ordeal the week before where Gordon and Alan had started a food fight. All five brothers were sent to their rooms, without replacement dinners for the ones they had thrown all over each other. Virgil, Scott and John had learnt their lesson to not be as tormenting, and Gordon and Alan had learnt to be a bit more tolerant.