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Virgil landed on his back, the air completely knocked out of him. He blinked and gasped a breath as his lungs belatedly remembered how to work properly.
"That was better. But you have got to keep your guard up." Kayo smiled as she lightly scolded him and offered him a hand up off the mat.
He gratefully took the offered hand and used it to pull himself back up to standing. "I know. I just…it's not something that comes naturally to me."
She smirked as she lightly punched his shoulder. "And that is exactly why you need to learn, Virgil. My darling uncle is not above hurting people to get what he wants and it's my job to make sure you can handle yourself until help arrives."
He pulled a face which she ignored as she spotted a small black furball sitting primly at the gym's doorway. "We have a visitor."
He glanced in the direction she indicated and smiled broadly as he saw the kitten. "Hey, Turbo, what do you want?" He said, crouching and holding out his fingers in greeting.
Turbo sauntered over, headbutted his hand affectionately, and turned to march back out the door after throwing a commanding meow at him. She paused for a moment before staring at Kayo and issuing the order to her as well.
Kayo, eyes dancing with laughter, threw Virgil’s towel to him and padded out after Turbo. “Looks like we’ve been summoned. You coming?”
He scrubbed the sweat off his face and neck as he followed them through the lower levels of the villa and up to the comms room, but not before grabbing a banana as they passed the kitchen.
Virgil caught his breath as he once again saw the view - their view - out over the deck and pool, then to the darkness of the sea and the incredible brilliance of the star-littered night sky. He sighed wistfully, once again trying to think of how he could possibly capture that incredible beauty on canvas.
He was pulled out of his reverie by another commanding yowl from Turbo as she glared at him for his delay, and he could barely contain his amusement as he saw what had her so offended.
Scott.
Once again out cold at Dad’s desk with unfinished paperwork glaring hologram-blue at him from the projectors.
Kayo snorted. “For someone so picky about his pillows you’d think he’d be more willing to actually go to bed.”
Virgil rolled his eyes, half amused, half annoyed at his brother’s antics. “You know Scott. He can’t let an opportunity to overdo it pass him by.”
“Well, let’s get the idiot to bed.” Kayo stalked over to the desk and gave the waiting Turbo a scratch under her chin.
The appreciative purring was immediately followed by a grumbled complaint as she was prevented from whapping the slumbering man’s head to wake him up. Virgil held her at eye level and received the unimpressed glower with a chuckle. “No, just because he’s been foolish again doesn’t mean attacking him is okay.”
He shooed the kitten away and turned off the holoprojector then prepared to manhandle Scott out of his chair. “Can you get his other side?”
Kayo nodded and took her position.
“On three. One, two, three!” Virgil hauled his big brother up and slung one long and limp arm across his shoulders while he held the dead weight firmly around the waist. Kayo wedged herself under Scott’s other arm and, between the two of them, they managed to awkwardly shuffle him towards the lift.
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Awareness slowly filtered through.
A luxurious stretch and he opened his eyes to see…his room?
Scott sat bolt upright, staring around in confusion.
The last thing he remembered was dealing with Tracy Industries paperwork and…oh. He must’ve fallen asleep at Dad’s desk again.
He sighed and scrubbed at his face. If nothing else his own bed was considerably more comfortable. He was going to have to thank probably Virgil for getting him to bed last night.
He was about to get up when he spotted an old-fashioned photograph on his bedside table.
Scott picked it up and burst into laughter.
It was a picture of him, out cold and tucked up in bed, with writing in silver pen that said “Proof that Scott Tracy can sleep in a bed”.
Looks like he’d have to thank Kayo too.