Title: Every Tracy and His Dog

Summary: On a rescue to Alaska the Tracy boys stumble upon a wolf pack. Most of the older wolves have died but the young cubs have survived. There are five of them. As the tiny cubs stare at the boys a connection is made. True to the ode are dogs are man's best friend, this becomes a wolf is a Tracy's best friend.

Disclaimer: I do not own Thunderbirds never have never will.

A/N: NO FLAMES! Not accepted.

Prologue: Discovery

It was supposed to be an open and close rescue. That is until Alan found them. Huddled together against the cold of the Alaskan late fall as it readied for winter were five tiny wolf cubs. Around them scattered were larger wolves but they had been killed by what Alan surmised was possibly the work of a much larger animal.

"Animal control?" Gordon asked as he too looked down at the five tiny animals. Virgil – who had a love for all things nature – pulled some beef jerky from his pack and set five pieces down in front of the cubs. Encouraging them to eat it. One by one they moved forward to sniff at the food. Virgil noted one had a limp. Scott and John watched as they finished their jerky they would move a little closer to Virgil knowing he was the one with it with him.

"You liked that?" He laughed pulling out more of it and this time as they moved watching for the one with the limp and he scooped it up. It didn't struggle against the foreign feeling. Virgil examined its legs. Though no vet he was able to determine the reason. In fact Alan could have worked out why it had a limp. Its leg had a large gash on it. Although the blood was clotting it was still in a fair bit of pain. Virgil turned his gaze down to other four as he felt something touching his legs. The other four were looking up at him wondering why he was holding their brother. He crouched down and put the little one back on the ground.

"It's ok." He said. The cubs looked at each other before taking a running leap at Virgil who fell backwards with the effort to avoid them but they still crowded his head and began to lick his face. His laughter set the others off and soon they were all chuckling.

"Scott?" The eldest knew that tone and looked down at Alan's pleaded eyes.

"No. No we're not taking them home." He said knowing what the boy wanted.

"Why not?" Virgil asked from his place on the ground, "The one with the bad leg, it's going to die if we leave it here, Scott. It's survival of the fittest and he's not going to live much longer."

"No. These are not Golden retrievers we picked up at the pet store! These are wild animals!" Scott said firmly. Their father wouldn't be pleased.

"Scott…there are five of them. One each." John pointed out, "and Dad's not going to know."

"No. They are not dogs. They are wolves! Big difference!" Scott was out-numbered and he was losing, particularly when John held one of the cubs out to him.

"Not really. Dogs are decendent of wolves." Gordon pointed out picking one up and having it lick his face. Scott was vastly out-numbered four to one. He sighed and accepted the cub John was holding out, immediately the cub curled into his warm chest and giving a large yawn fell asleep. Scott couldn't refuse.

"All right. But we each look after our own. We will also train them to help out at rescues and maybe – maybe they will become useful. Ok?" The rest of them nodded. The cubs were stored in the med-bay on Thunderbird two with John and Alan keeping hem occupied.

"So what are you going to call yours?" Alan asked John.

"I guess Rover is out of the question?" John joked as one of the cubs curled up on his lap to fall asleep. It was going to be an interesting session naming their cubs. Alan just hoped no one wanted the name he did.

What should the boys call their wolf cubs? I have options:

Alan: Colt; Archer; Stormy

Gordon: Razor; Cosmo; Lightning

Virgil: Akira; Falcon; Barkley

John: Fang; Atticus; Eclipse

Scott: Colonel; Sarge; Ruger

Post your choice in the review section! Or give me some of your own!