A/N Thanks everyone who reviewed, I really appreciate it. I hope you like this new chapter. I'm trying to not deviate too much from what I have written previously, but I might end up making quite a few changes.

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Previously:

"Virgie is 1-2-3 and a half." John said, counting off his fingers. Scott praised the little boy, while Jeff looked on, allowing a brief glimpse of worry and confusion on his face as John was looking over at the sleeping Virgil, still safely enclosed in Gordon's arms.

Jeff ran a hand through his hair. "What are we going to do?"

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Jeff, Scott, Gordon, Alan and Brains looked at each other helplessly, unsure about how to proceed from there. John seemed quite content to stay still in his eldest brothers arms, looking around at all the plants nearby with great interest. This continued for a few minutes, with the silence only broken by the birds, and Virgil murmuring in Gordon's arms. Gordon shifted Virgil slightly in his arms and looked at his father, silently questioning what to do.

"I think that it's time for John and Virgil to go to bed. I doubt that they slept last night." Jeff said, in reference to the great mess they had passed in the kitchen on the way outside. He took Virgil out of Gordon's' arms and cuddled the little boy close, resting his cheek on the downy head.

"No Daddy! I'm not ti-" John started to protest but stopped when he let out huge yawn. Scott laughed and put him on the ground, where John clutched tightly to his pant leg, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles. Alan finally voiced what he and Gordon were thinking.

"Dad, where are they going to sleep?"

"They will sleep in their own rooms." Jeff said.

"Ex-ex-excu-pardon me Mr. Tracy, but V-V-Virgil is t-t-way too young to sleep on his o-o-own." Brains said, pointing out the thing everyone had missed. At six, it was reasonable for John to sleep on his own, though he might be more comfortable with a family member than in a huge unfamiliar bed alone; but Virgil was too young at three to sleep alone in a huge room. Especially because he fell asleep before seeing his father. He would wake terrified if that happened.

"Your right Brains. I guess that he'll have to sleep with one of us." Jeff said after a moments consideration.

Alan nodded his agreement and offered to take John to his room, smiling shyly at the little red head. Once Jeff nodded his agreement at the situation, the blond took John by the hand and led him into the house.

"So…" Gordon said once they all watched the two walk up the stairs towards the bedrooms. "Who is gonna look after Virgil?"

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Everyone looked at each other for a minute until Jeff cleared his throat. What he was about to say would frustrate him but he knew he could not get around it.

"I'd love to spend some time and look after my three and a half year old son. Who wouldn't? But unfortunately I have a lot of work to do on both the business and on International Rescue I just won't be able to manage it," he said, looking regretful about what he said.

Scott stepped forward and spread his hands out. "I'll look after him," Scott offered. "After all it's not every day that you get a second chance to see your little brother as a kid again." It seemed natural to him. He had always been the oldest, feeling a strong urge to look after his younger siblings through thick and thin, helping raise the younger four once their mother died. He didn't have a problem looking after Virgil while the others tried to work out what happened.

Jeff nodded his agreement and reluctantly gave Virgil to Scott. The now official carer smiled as his little brother snuggled closer, sighing and using his free hand to latch onto his shirt. His other thumb was jammed firmly in his mouth.

"Remember," the anxious father said; "He is only three, he is a baby. Don't push him too hard."

"We'll be fine dad!" Scott said laughing; "I recall that I have plenty of experience with what not to do with babies! I've had four younger brothers remember? I helped look after Virgil when he was originally this young."

"I know son." Jeff said, relaxing a tiny bit. "It's just that I'm so worried. We don't know what could have caused this change in your brothers, and it quite frankly concerns me. What if they get worse? What if they get sick? We don't know what's happened to them."

Gordon walked over and placed a hand on his father's shoulder reassuringly. "We know dad, we know."

"D-d-don't w-wo-wo-fret , we'll g-get them back to n-n-normal," Brains said, comforting the father. Jeff smiled at their attempt to cheer him up.

Scott looked at them all, relieved to note that the moment of worry appeared to leave his dad, leaving behind the strong, confident leader he knew. "If that's all, I'll go and put this young one to bed."

Jeff grinned. "Scott, I know you boys think that Virgil is one of the more sensible and quiet ones out of you five, but don't forget what he was like as a child. He was definitely a troublemaker."

Scott laughed "After living with Gordon –"

"HEY!"

"As I was saying." Scott continued, ignoring his younger brothers furious glare. "After living with Gordon, I don't think that Virg'll be a problem."

Jeff sighed, "I guess you'll find out yourself." Scott started to walk away, rocking Virgil slightly in his arms, when the child seemed to stir at the movement.

"Oh," Jeff added; "And good luck giving him a bath! Trust me, you'll need it!"

Scott stopped for a moment, remembering. He groaned in annoyance before steeling himself, nodding to his father before continuing to walk to his bedroom. He looked at the small child in his arms.

"You weren't that much trouble were you, Virgie? I hope you'll take it easy on your big brother" He whispered, opening the door. Virgil just snuggled into his arms more and let out a little sigh. Scott smirked slightly; 'This'll be the best blackmail material' he thought, grabbing his camera and taking a quick photo.

He padded over the bed and turned back the covers. He only noticed then that Virgil was only wearing his shirt that he usually wore to bed, which swamped the three year old. Grabbing a pair of drawstring boxers from the cupboard, Scott drew them up the little boy's legs and tightened them; until he was sure they weren't going to slip down. Tucking the covers up to Virgil's chin, Scott sat down on the edge of the bed and sighing, ran his hands through his hair, letting all his worry and anxiety out in the simple gesture.

He slipped back into bed and, mindful of his father's words; pulled Virgil close and into his embrace. "Sleep tight little brother. We will have some fun later." He whispered, slowly falling asleep, oblivious to the world around him except the small body ensconced safely in his arms.