I do not own any of the characters, except for Arrianna Covington, she is my creation.

Before it happened...

Somewhere in the Cascades:

The fall wind blows gently down a worn path, stirring leaves into intricate little dances. A shadow moves quietly on the path.

Finally the shadow stops and a soft sigh is heard. "I'm so sorry."

A hand reaches down and places a small item beside the others. After a while the shadow turns and quietly leaves and the wind blows rocking the small toys set on top of a small grey stone with this inscription;

Godspeed little man. Sweet dreams little man. my love will fly to you each night on angel's wings. Beloved brother and son.

Somewhere in Space:

Sighing, he waits impatiently. 'Where are they, already.'

Anticipation of the week ahead has him almost jumping up and down. He is finally going to spend some time with the one brother he hardly ever sees. Between his rounds up here and his brother's school schedule, quality time together had become almost non-existent.

A beeping noise causes him to smile, and he leans forward to open the comm. link. "Thunderbird Five to Thunderbird 3, what took you so long?"

Laughter is heard on the other end. "Thunderbird 3 to Thunderbird 5, not in any hurry are we?"

He shakes his head, smiling. "Some of us like to have things in order before we go on a trip, unlike others, who throw whatever in a bag and head off with no preparation whatsoever."

"I thought you had this trip planned out for weeks now?" the other voice says.

He rolls his eyes, "Yes, but unlike you I haven't had the convenience of a washer and dryer. I have clothes to wash and I have to pack. Then there's making sure a certain little brother is properly packed."

"Hey!! That certain little brother heard that! What makes you think I can't pack properly?" another voice shouts.

He laughs, raising his eyebrows, "Is this the same little brother who had to call home twice for certain articles of clothing and other toiletries?"



The voice groans, "That wasn't my fault. I was still hyped up after spring break, I just forgot some things."

Laughter is heard from both sides, as the two older brothers shake their heads. "We're ready to initiate docking procedures."

He smiles, " F.A.B." He moves to the airlock and waits for the door to open.

Somewhere in London:

Rain drips down from the top of the buildings running on either side of the dirty alleyway. A dark shadow moves down the trash strewn alley. Shoulders hunched and looking down, he moves quickly to a door set deep into the wall. Knocking lightly three times he only has to wait a minute.

A small window is opened in the door and dark eyes peer out. "Are things ready?" asks a gravelly voice from the other side of the door.

The shadow grins evilly, "The package is set to arrive on schedule."

"Good, someone will come and help with the transport. Call J. when the package arrives." says the gravelly voice.

"Yes sir." says the shadow, just before turning and melting back into the darkness.