I, sadly, don't own Thunderbirds. Carlton and Gerry Anderson do. I'm not making any money off of this. Ect. Ect.

A/N: This story is based on several personal expirences. I will hopefully have one chapter up every two days so, stay with me please. I love nothing more then getting reviews so PLEASE REVIEW ( any and all criticism is accepted) And thanks to my wonderful beta Mo.

I leaned forward, making a quick stroke. And leaned back again. There, It's done. I had finally finished the painting one of my younger brothers had asked for, a view of the pool with the ocean beyond it. I had been working on the balcony outside of father's study, but constant interruption had forced me to retreat to the solitude of my room to work from a photograph. I clambered off the stool I was sitting on, arching my stiff back. I grimaced as my shoulders popped. Sighing I headed for the door and yanked. It didn't open. The handle turned, Why wasn't the door opening? I tugged harder, to no avail. Exasperated, I pulled with all my strength, but lost my grip and promptly fell on my arse. Sigh. Still sitting on the floor, I raised my wrist-com, "Virgil calling Scott"

He answered almost immediately "What's the matter Virg?"

"Scott, I can't get my door open." I replied.

"What?" he asked, confused.

"I. Can. Not. Get. My. Door. Open. Come. Give. Me. A. Hand." I stated, annoyed.

"Umm, Okay. I'm on my way, Scott out," he finished.

I was still sitting on the floor when Scott banged on the door. "Hey Virg, I'm here, what did you want?"

"Like I said before Scott, I want you to open the door for me," I replied.

"Alright," Scott said.

The door trembled. Scott must have been pushing it with all his weight. I heard a muffled curse and then scrabbling. "Virgil, your not gonna be able to get out," Scott told me.

"What!" I exclaimed.

"You've been pennied, little bro." he said. When I didn't answer he continued, "Come on, don't tell me you never pennied someone's door I college?"

"Aww, Shit," I said. As realization dawned. I bent down to confirm what Scott had said. Sure enough, there were several neat stacks of pennies jammed under my door, pushing it into the top of the frame.

"You're going to have to take the hinges off to get out," Scott said.

"Gordon," I breathed.

"Pardon?" Scott asked.

"This reeks of Gordon. He is going to get it when I get out," I stated.

"Virg, don't, it's just a harmless prank," Scott said, sounding worried.

I sighed. "Yeah, I guess so. Thanks for trying to help Scott."

"Do you need a screwdriver or anything?" he inquired.

"Nah, I've got one in here. You can go," I replied.

"Alright, I've got some reading to catch up on so, see you later," Scott said as he left.

I spotted a screwdriver sitting on my dresser, and picked it up Damn, Phillips head. I put it back down and rummaged in the top drawer, my junk drawer, until I found a flathead. I've had it with Gordon's pranks. It's time he took some of his own medicine. I had gotten the top and bottom hinge apart when the klaxon went off. Goddammit! Gordon, I don't have time for this! I quickly got the middle hinge apart and ripped the door from its frame. I ran for the lounge, leaving my door laying half in the hallway. As I arrived in the lounge, father gave me a disapproving look. I noticed Gordon smirking nearby.

"Sorry Dad," I said. "What's the situation?"

Dad raised an eyebrow questioningly, but simply said "There's a fire at a skyscraper in Denver Colorado. The local authorities can't get high enough up to control it. I want you to take Gordon and Alan as triple crew, with the firefly. Scott is already on his way."

"Yes Sir," I said heading for the rocked painting I had done a while ago. I leaned against it and suddenly saw my feet and the ceiling in the same view. I grinned a little to myself as I slid down towards my 'bird. I love this slide, I wonder if I can get Brains to make it go any faster? was my last thought before I switched into rescue mode.

tbc