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Hi Guys! I am so sorry this has taken so long. Kitchen renovation, pregnancy and fan fiction just don't mix! This is the last chapter in this story, I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for your support!

The last couple of days had passed in a blur. Rose and Penelope had left to give the family space and to help Virgil on his continued recovery. Everyday Scott, Tin-Tin and John had been back to New York to continue the rescue operation, pulling more survivors and the not so fortunate out of the rubble. Gordon was house bound due to his whiplash injures so he was on hand to help Virgil continue to adjust to what he has remembered along with their father keeping a close eye.

Virgil was unsure how he felt. It was like regaining his memory had been too easy and he found himself afraid that his memories would flee again just as quickly as they had returned. He had continued to feel tired and run down, the effort of remembering draining him like a battery. He also found that he had a complete lack of concentration which was so unlike him and frustrated him to no end as he couldn't concentrate on painting or playing his music. The doctor that his father had been liaising with had assured Virgil that these feelings would pass, with time.

Virgil walked out into the sunshine, the rays giving his already bronze arms an immediate sun kissed glow. He lifted his shades as he looked at a guy in the pool who was completing a fast back stroke. He waited for the slim figure of Gordon to approach his end of the pool before crouching down. 'Gordon, aren't you meant to be on rest?' Gordon changed position so he could tread water and speak to his brother properly. 'Yes; but I like to call it recuperation and that involves physio, swimming counts as physio'.

'Do you always have an answer for everything?' Virgil asked half exasperated.

Gordon just grinned and took off to do another stroke, leaving Virgil to chuckle to himself. He sat fully on the edge of the pool and dangled his legs in the water. He thought that he ought to start hitting the gym again now he was fully recuperated if he was to be rescue fit. Just the thought of it made him groan at the effort. He sighed and reminded himself he could take it at his own pace, no one was pressurising him except himself to return to duty. He needed to remember that.

Gordon finally hopped out of the pool, albeit a little stiffly. He may have overdone it but he wasn't going to admit it as he grabbed a towel and gingerly started to dry his hair. He padded over to Virgil who now stood to greet him. 'Were you waiting for me?'

'No, I just came out to catch some sun and to avoid Scott's moping'.

Gordon sniggered. Their eldest brother had certainly been affected by their latest visitor. Even their father had been impressed by Rose and that was a testament to her.

'I'm not 'moping' Virgil. I don't mope.' Virgil blushed involuntarily as Scott sauntered by to the loungers with a drink in hand. Gordon laughed.

The brothers congregated around the poolside just as John stepped out into the sunlight. Gordon was always worried John would combust on exposure to sunlight, he was so bloody pale from all his time in space. He was in his uniform; the lilac purple sash bounced a little as he walked. 'Heading back so soon?' Gordon asked.

'Yep. I came to say goodbye before I head on up, Tin-Tin's co-piloting.'

Virgil got up to shake John's hand 'See you soon brother, hopefully I'll remember more next time your home.'

'I don't doubt it' John clapped him on the back affectionately. At this point Gordon came in for a hug 'Oh no you don't' John sidestepped 'Your wet!' They opted for a hand shake instead. Then John awkwardly turned to face Scott.

'You still pissed at me?' Scott had his arms spread in an open gesture.

John stared at him for a minute, contemplating.

'A little, but I can acknowledge why you did what you did'.

'Come here' Scott grabbed him in an embrace and patted his back. 'I'm sorry we're both made as stubborn as each other' his remark elicited a small smile from John. They were more similar than you would think at first glance.

With that he waved and turned on his heel, back to the house. The rest of the boys settled back onto the loungers chatting away. Jeff watched from the veranda, cigar in hand. Virgil was talking animatedly to Scott who looked like he had been caught off guard and Gordon was caught in a fit of laughter. It was good to have his boys back.