The ramblings of a Nut who should be doing something else – Adelaide, South Australia

I’m sorry I don’t have more than this. I had a really bad night’s sleep last night and it has messed with me all day. Hopefully I can come up with something better tomorrow.

Sometime following this.

The holographic files were beginning to blur. Scott shunted one across the desk and binned it.

Two seconds later, he realised that it was the most important report on his desk, and hurriedly dug it out again.

God, he was tired. Between the trial, the lawyers and day to day International Rescue there was nothing left.

Damn Fischler to hell.

A hand landed on his shoulder. “Time for bed.”

He didn’t even bother to look up at his brother. “No can do. Need to file these for the lawyers.”

A brown gaze lasered across the desktop. “Anything I can do?”

“No, and besides…” His brain finally caught up. “You should be resting.” The day had been awfully long and Virgil had suffered for it. He looked up to find his brother still pale. “Go to bed.”

“You first.”

“Can’t.”

“Okay.” And the hand vanished. Scott rubbed his eyes.

But was not surprised to hear the opening strains of one of Virgil’s piano compositions dance across the air from behind him.

“Virgil.” The man was attempting to play with a broken arm, for crying out loud.

“What?”

Scott winced as a key was missed. He didn’t need to look over his shoulder to know it was accompanied by a grimace.

“What are you doing?”

“Practising.”

Another key stumbled and this time it was Scott who grimaced. He turned to face his brother. The man was hunched over the keys, stubbornly fingering out the tune despite the fact his cast prevented him from even the mildest of finger stretches.

An off key twanged through the air once again.

“Virgil.”

“Yes, Scott?”

“Go to bed.”

“You first.” And that was a solid wince from his stubborn brother.

Scott sighed and stood up. “Fine. Move your ass.”

The music continued for just a moment before Virgil awkwardly riffed it to a close and shut the piano. Hugging his broken arm to his belly, he shuffled sideways off the piano stool and stood with a painful grunt.

“You are such an idiot.”

Tired brown eyes smirked at him. “Pot meet Kettle.” He waved Scott towards the elevator. “Bedtime.”

Scott glared at him for a moment before turning towards the exit. Perhaps he could get his brother to bed and return later.

“And don’t even think about coming back in here before seven am. I’ve asked Eos to alert me of your whereabouts should you stray.”

“What?”

“It’s past midnight. Bed.”

“Yes, Mom.” He rolled his eyes, but made his way to the elevator.

Virgil shuffled slowly after him.

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