Disclaimer: I do not own thunderbirds, and am making no money from this story... don't sue me.

A/N: This takes place after Vicki's been living with them a while, and they are all ok with each other and everything has been explained... a little detail I have yet to correct in 'Virgil's Twin', I will shortly though. :) -- Raven.

A Powerful Bond

Virgil awoke with a start. What had happened? he wondered, to awake him from such a deep sleep. Then he felt it. That was all there was, there was no way he could have heard the sobs that emitted from his twin, even if there was only one wall between them. It was, like all the other bedrooms in the house, soundproof. He stood up, and was out of his room and quietly down the hall in a matter of seconds. He opened the door to her room, suite of rooms actually, and heard the distinct sound of crying from the next room. It took him but seconds to get to the other door, open it and get to her side. Vicki, his nearly identical, fraternal twin sister, lay on her bed, her face buried in her pillows, crying and seemingly fast asleep. He tentatively reached out and shook her shoulder. It would have been plenty to wake her usually, but apparently this was more than usual.

Her bedroom door opened quietly, revealing the blond tousle haired Alan.

"God." he whispered,

"I heard her... no, more like felt... you know what I mean." as he crossed the room and sat on Vicki's other side. Virgil nodded as Alan reached out and shook her again. As before nothing happened.

Yet again the door to Vicki's room was opened, revealing a bleary eyed Scott. He came over, sat next to Vicki, on the same side as Virgil.

"Has anyone tried waking her?" he whispered.

"Be my guest." Virgil said. Scott reached out and shook Vicki's shoulder. Nothing happened, her sobbing had turned into gasping sobs that racked her body, but nothing else.

Several thousand miles away, up in geostationary orbit, floated a rescue space station. Its sole occupant, a bleached blond male, Jeff's second son, John, slept with his head on a control panel. His head jerked up as he suddenly woke.

"Mummy," he whispered to the ever present ghost, "is Vicki gonna be okay?" She did not say anything, but he felt what she wanted to say. He felt a calming peace and settled back into his work station, and got back to watching the world.

Again her bedroom door opened, revealing Gordon, who's ginger hair stuck up in every direction. Following closely was their father, Jeff. They both sat on her bed, Jeff shaking her shoulder yet again. Her sobs soon stopped, and she rolled over, to find herself crowded by her father and brothers.

"Oh god, you're okay... god dad, now I know how you must feel every time we roll out of here." she said, looking from her four brothers who crowded her to her father. God, she knew now how he felt every time they were needed for rescue work.

"Hey," Scott said, "That mudslide turned out all right, didn't it?"

"Yeah." she sighed. After an unusual, many armed hug all around, the four boys and their father went back to their rooms, to bed, and John, high above smiled and picked up his pen and notebook, to write the latest disaster the Tracy's had defeated, human imagination.