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Hello! Disclaimer: I do not own Thunderbirds but I do love the show! This is a little different from my usual stories in the sense of its not the usual fast paced, action packed rescue story that you may be used to from me. Its a slower pace but hopefully still interesting exploring what Scott gets up to on vacation. but there will be Tracy island and rescue action! Please feel free to review thank you.

"Are you sure you don't need me? I mean I know I can't physically see to thunderbird one's repairs but I could oversee them and complete the checks. That's classed as light duties, surely?" Scott was on the verge of pleading with his father. Scott had been on a return trip from a rescue in Brazil a couple of weeks ago where he had ended up being caught in a hurricane. Thunderbird one and her pilot had been missing for seven hours and both had sustained damage but thankfully nothing that couldn't be fixed or in Scott's case healed.

"Son, don't worry about it. Go and enjoy yourself and when you get back hopefully you and thunderbird one will both be fit and ready for duty". Jeff sent him off with a shooing motion from his desk. Scott headed down to his rooms as Penny walked into the lounge. Her and Parker had arrived yesterday and were going to take Scott back with them to meet Rose for his vacation. Jeff sighed from his seat behind his desk and stretched out into the recline of his seat. "Why does he have to resist? A break would do him good - I can't remember the last time he had leave".

"Like father like son?" Penny gracefully lowered herself in the chair opposite and gave him a pointed look. She was referring to the last time she had tried to drag Jeff on a frankly disastrous vacation with her to Australia. He chuckled; the laughter lines around his eyes creasing. "You may be right Penny, what have I created?!" She laughed too, just as Scott walked back into the lounge "What's so funny?". He pulled his suitcase behind him which Parker immediately whisked off him (Scott was still recovering from his injuries). Scott was so surprised by Parker's speed he couldn't protest. "Oh, nothing Scott, I'm just teasing your father. Well are you ready to go?"

"I think so." He did a last-minute pat down of his pockets for his phone and wallet, just to be sure.

"Good let's get going then, until next time Jeff" He walked around from his desk to give her a quick embrace as she stood.

"It was great to see you again Penny, don't leave it so long next time, you know you're always welcome here".

"It was lovely to see you too darling" she said as gave him a peck on the cheek.

There was a rumble of footsteps from the direction of the hangar lift as three young men piled in, swiftly followed by Tin-Tin. Their dad had radioed them that Scott and Penny were leaving. John was absolutely filthy in a scruffy pair of overalls open partly at the chest, oil smeared across his forehead and cheek. His hair was still platinum blonde and not a bit out of place. Virgil hadn't even bothered with overalls just some scruffy jeans with holes in the knees and was in a similar state, whilst Gordon was in a short-sleeved shirt with overalls around his waist with sweat glistening down his arms. Tin-Tin was also in overalls, her chocolate brunette locks swept back in a loose bun. Clipboard and pen in still in hand.

"My, my, we have been working hard." remarked Penelope.

"Well we've got a tight schedule to get one operational again" –

"because someone thinks he's going to heal in under a week." Gordon cut across Virgil.

John sniggered and Scott looked affronted. Tin-Tin Admonished Gordan playfully for his quip remark.

"I'll have you know I am a quick healer and just because I can't fly her doesn't mean someone else can't. She's needed for most rescues, its logical to get her functioning ASAP."

"Boys! I didn't invite you up here to wind him up! Scott you take the bait too easily, now say your goodbyes and don't keep Penny waiting".

"See you later alligator, have a great time with your girl" winked Gordon, tactfully side stepping his brother. He shouldn't be able to cuff him upside the head in his condition but you could never be too careful! he slipped by heading into the lounge for a drink. "Goodbye Gordon" if looks could kill Gordon would have been struck down on the spot.

Virgil smiled and shook his head. "See you later, remember to check in I want a postcard, the old-fashioned type" Virgil loved to collect different images as inspiration for his paintings. Scott smiled and gave him a brief gentle hug. Virgil took Penelope to one side and engaged her in conversation.

Tin-Tin hugged him warmly "I am sure you will have a wonderful time, just remember to enjoy it and say hi to dear Rose for me."

"I sure will Tin-Tin". He gave her an affectionate peck on the cheek.

John sidled up "I know it's not easy for you or me but try to make the most of your downtime. I want to hear all about it when I'm back on five and don't worry about TB1 we'll have her sorted for when you get back. You'll be pleased to know I'm project managing; not Gordon".

Scott smiled "I trust you."

"No, you don't." John replied.

"I do!" protested Scott as he gave him an affectionate clap on the shoulder.

Finally, Scott turned round and his dad gave him a hug. "Check in every now and then so I know you're ok."

"I will, Bye!" He filed out after Penelope and Parker.

They went to the balcony to wave goodbye watching until F.A.B 1 was a small spec on the horizon.

"Christ! I thought he was never going to leave!" Gordon remarked.

"Gordon!" swatted Tin-Tin as they all fell about laughing.

"What?!" he shrugged.

"Come on, we've got a Thunderbird to fix" John motioned for them to get back to it.

"Alright! Alright! Don't you start! We just got rid of micro-management". Gordon quipped back.

Virgil's musical laugh was still resonating down the hall as they filed out whist Jeff smiled to himself, still on the balcony. It was common knowledge that the poor boys were becoming increasingly annoyed with Scott breathing down their necks, overseeing the repairs. Scott wanted to help but was increasingly overbearing in his own frustration at not being able to physically help with repairing the damage caused by the hurricane. With cracked ribs and a fractured collarbone, Scott was not going to be manual handling or flying anything, anytime soon. No reflected Jeff; it would be good for his eldest to get away from the island for a bit, well away from the reminders of his duty as a member of international rescue.