I am back!

True it's another new story but this time it's Thunderbirds- my second one in fact! I'm quite proud.

Anyway I will warn you all- there is an OC in this and yes she will be with one of our favourite boys in blue- I won't tell you who it probably should be obvious now.

I always felt John was the second oldest so in my story he is.

There will be some (ok a lot of you read my stuff) on our boys in blue- I don't do squeaky clean

I'll make sure my OC doesn't turn into the dreaded Mary Sue- I can't stand them and I refuse to believe that anyone is perfect, my characetr will be flawed and of course not everyone will like her. I won't tell you anymore as I haven't written it.

Disclaimer- I don't own Thunderbirds nor any of the characters or scenes that were used in the series that all belongs to Gerry Anderson and AP Films and ITC Entertainment (lucky buggers)

Read, enjoy and review please!


Lucky or Unlucky?

Prologue

Today was a bad day.

In fact the entire week hadn't exactly been pleasant, what with her boyfriend turning to her on Monday saying that they were having problems. Which was news to her seeing as they were planning on moving in together that very same week, and after two days of stony silence and name calling and very verbal abuse (all on his side as well!) he had walked out.

Her bitch of a boss complaining at her that everything that had been decided 2 months ago was wrong, and that she was to blame and that she was the one who had to sort it out. Despite that everything had been finalised by him and that Fashion week was only 3 months away. So she ended up having to work long late nights for 4 whole days, only for ever so pleasant boss to turn round and say that nothing was the matter and that she should stop wasting time. She had to be held back from throttling said boss by the entire design team.

Being dumped, insulted and publically humiliated in the most horrific way by now ex-boyfriend, at a restaurant that had been dubbed 'the in place to be' in front of Politicians, celebrities, rich and the bloody media circus. Topping off that her so called friend being the reason why her boyfriend had been a twat and that most of her friends were on their side.

But no today had been the worse.

Being called at 11am in the morning after a night of no sleep by her boss asking (more like demanding) that she go in to work to show potential clients children the entire building, and could she have the project plans on his desk as well? And they would be there in 20 minutes. And the losing job threat can't forget that gem either.

After a five minute get ready and look your best despite the shitty break up change she found that several of the underground rails were closed slowing down her time to get there, (damn bloody buses and London traffic). The rather rude gentleman spilling his still piping hot coffee down her front and than having the gall to blame her, demand money off her, and then to stalk her all the way to the end of the street before the police had to get involved. Making her very short on time and having to run the last few streets in her stiletto heels.

Somehow managing to arrive with ten minutes to spare allowing time for a quick change and to access how much of a makeup artist she really needed. Only to discover that the little brats were late, and dear god they were brats.

Spoilt children all texting, calling and playing on their portable 3-D game systems in the latest fashion, all making rude snide comments about absolutely everything. All she could do was grit her teeth and try her hardest to smile and ignore the rather unneeded comments on her appearance from other employees and the children. Having her boss come in with said clients, only to be insulted and publically humiliated by the boss (no, no hitting him...think of the children...scratch that think of the clients!) and the pitying looks from the clients, (did she really look that bad?) after 3 hours of trying not to throttle a group of spoilt children. Watching her boss and the clients leave her with the children for another 2 hours before someone took them off her she-and she still couldn't believe this, grab the project plans of her boss's desk and take them home. Why on earth had she brought them in for? Didn't she know he had been joking?

At this point she was going to lose it, and she hated public scenes of emotional breakdown, only for a text message to be sent to her phone...her ex and her ex friend having sex...on her bed...right now...no, no she wasn't going to cry. None of these bastards deserved them. Don't give them the satisfaction.

BOOM

A shockwave seemed to go through the entire building and the next thing she knew she was on her knees on the floor staring blindly at the wall. Well at least the tears stopped. She should probably get up and see what was wrong. Maybe a car had driven into the building. Or the boss's head exploded...she giggled, that would be funny.

Oh dear, in shock need to get up now.

BOOM

BOOM

BOOM

CRASH!

Ow, pain, lots of pain. Bloody hell what is with the universe this week? In fact what it this day? She opened her eyes to see at first a bit of light. In between...branches? No. Debris.

She realised she was lying on the ground having been knocked back by the falling...ceiling? Yes probably the ceiling, there's the gum that one of the slightly more snobbish models had stuck on the ceiling by pure luck. Ew. Okay she really needed to get up.

She placed her hands on the floor, trying to find a spot where she wouldn't give a reason for a tetanus shot, and pushed herself off the floor, forcing bits and pieces of what was once the ceiling to slide off, wincing as some it managed to scratch her. Well at least she wasn't bleeding. Now what on earth was that anyway? An explosion? No it felt like a series...question was what next?

She surveyed the area, wincing at the amount of damage on the floor. This was going to set them back so much. The entire floor layout was completely covered by area where the ceiling had given in, boards, chairs and even whole desks were completely thrown everywhere across the room. Then there was the glass, the entire floor layout that once been all set out with glass pane walls was now scattered all across, some of it in neat and tidy piles, but all of it glittered giving the appearance of deadly diamonds.

She was sitting in a room of deadly deceiving diamonds, one touch and ouch...hehe. She covered her mouth as an eruption of laughter bubbled its way up through her chest. Her body physically shook as she tried to suppress them, making them come out like chocked sobs. She was fine, she thought, everything is fine.

A sudden creak gained her attention, sobering her up and she strained her ears to work out where it was coming from. Another creak, this one louder, and then another, this time one sounding like straining metal. Ah must be the elevators. Well they did say you shouldn't be in one. Hang on elevators...something about elevators. She shook her head, trying to pull her thoughts together, but they were still muddled, though the lingering thought on the elevators kept nipping at her conscious thoughts. She spread her hands out a little further and her fingers came into to contact with something made of fabric.

It was smooth yet had an almost slightly rough edge to it as she dragged her nails across it; it was also long and yet thin. She clasped her fingers round it and pulled it towards her. It was a strap...oh good it was the strap to her design case, she needed that. She pulled a little harder and watched as the black cylinder case slide out of its debris nest. It was completely covered in dust and scratches but other than that it looked perfectly fine. Right now she needed to stand up, and the elevators...what was it about the elevators?

She stood up slowly, shaking terribly so much that her knees bent slightly, she took in a deep breath only to choke. Oops, forgot about the dust, won't be doing that again. She straightened her back, still shaking but not as bad, though her legs felt extremely shaky. The heels didn't help. She took a step on a small pile only for her foot to slip; nope the heels did not help at all. She pulled the case into her arms and right up to her chest while she gently climbed over the piles of debris into an area that had miraculously escaped with just a heavy dusting. She gave a small sigh of relief and turned fully to survey the area.

Oh dear it really was the mess. From where she was she could see that the entire floor was in complete disarray. There was no way you could have distinguished what the floor had been used for at all. Macs that had been everywhere were replaced with just bits of useless bits and parts, lights had dropped onto tables that were still standing. Cubicles had caved in or had been thrown around the floor. The worse were the areas where the ceiling had completely caved in and collapsed, breaking tables into two, and covering large areas of the floor. A really big mess. The elevators eswell needed to...what is it about those bloody elevators?

The creaking had intensified and she mildly wondered that if there was another...it had to have been a bomb...then the floor would probably give in, or the elevators would go and...god damn it what was it about those damn elevators?, or the stairs would collapse. She giggled again and pulled the case tighter into her chest. Here she was in the middle of chaos and she seemed to be thinking of how it could all go wrong. That was funny.

CREAK

CRACK

SMASH

The entire floor shook beneath her feet and she was suddenly weightless and floating in mid air before she felt a pull at her ankles, and then she was falling.

Today was really a bad day.


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