Inner Strengths

Disclaimer: I do not own Thunderbirds but my Grandma's neighbour does…-cheers!- I get free merchandise! W00t!

Summary: When a Rescue Mission goes horrifyingly wrong, its Jeff Tracy's Worst nightmare to find out his youngest son has disappeared from the Danger Zone on his first official 'Rescue.' What has become of the youngest Tracy? (-Movie Take-)

Warnings: Psychological references, prepare to be confused! XD, also may be future drug action, e.g. heroine, ecstasy etc, (sp?) But not sure, will warn you on chapter heading so watch out for those…one more thing; this will be updated but not quickly. I am currently working on a Stargate SG1 fic, a Relic Hunter fic and a few more…so you have been warned now!

First Thunderbirds fic (from the movie not the puppet series…sorry, but Alan is soo hot in that!), but as I said in the Disclaimer, I 'indirectly' know the dude who invented it…so hopefully I should have no problems…mind you it has been a while since I last watched my video collection (yes it was videos when it came out –sighs-)…so any mistakes you want to clear up I'll be happy to amend them.

Chapter One: The Decoy…

It was peaceful in the elegantly decorated room. He could hear the tropical birds calling outside in the forestry and it soothed his tired and aging nerves. The Sandalwood and Patchouli incense helped him to unwind and relax; giving him the space and freedom to dwell on his elaborate yet fantastically simple plans of late.

"Explosives are in place sir." A large bulky looking man reported. He gave a regal bow as he stood in the doorway waiting to be acknowledged and admitted into the room.

The Hood opened his eyes and gave the man a quiet visual study from his cushion, assessing the man before smiling and nodding his approval. He stepped inside and stood in front of the raised dais in which The Hood was currently sat atop.

"We await your command." He said kneeling low. The Hood smiled at what his power had forced upon these lesser, pathetic minds. Their minds were so vulnerable, so susceptible to suggestion and doubt. A common denominator with all humans save for a few of whom he had met recently; one being the main interest of his plans.

"Are the submarines ready to go?" He asked calmly. The man knelt before him gave a quick nod before sitting up to meet his master's eyes.

"They are already on their way, ETA 10 minutes. They should be going into stealth mode now." As if on cue a little light on his watch lit up confirming his suspicions.

"Excellent. When they arrive I want them to wait until I give the signal." He turned and picked up a photograph of a teen that was on his side table and smiled. "Set the explosives off in 20 minutes." he said still looking at the photograph in his hands.

He dismissed the man with a wave of his hand as his eyes dropped back to the photo. He saw the man stand in his peripheral vision and back away bowing a few times before leaving completely. The Hood could barely hold the excited laughter from deep within. His eyes glowed in anticipation.

His plans could not fail.

"Yo Virgil, you ready?" Alan Tracy's deep voice asked through the highly integrated, sophisticated communications system on board Thunderbird Two. He'd been told to stay inside Thunderbird One while his eldest brother, Scott, took a look around at the Danger Zone.

"Go ahead kiddo." Replied Virgil's slightly static voice. Alan rolled his eyes at the nickname he'd been given since he was knee high to a grasshopper. He tapped the window to gain Scott's attention.

"Right he wants the Mole mainly; we need to get through the mountain to the cave where the miners are trapped. I'd bring the med van, extra oxygen tanks and flashlights too; we dunno how bad they are down there. Other than that he hasn't said much." Alan reported reading the seismographs as he did. He sighed frustrated; the readings were increasing.

"F.A.B Alan, Base out." Alan smiled finally having been allowed some of the action that was his brother's lives; International Rescue. He 'rogered' them out, before turning fully to the seismograph readings on the dash before him. A cool breeze blew on to the back of his head as he concentrated on other readings from the area. He figured it must be Scott returning.

"Hey Scott, the seismographs are increasing, we should hu…" He began turning to face his brother only to find it wasn't Scott but something that turned his blood to ice.

There, sat just inside the cabin door, was the biggest wolf he'd ever seen. Its fur was a tan/grey colour, but its eyes were a sky blue; just like his own. Alan could only stare in fright at the beast that sat before him, staring at him hungrily, haunting him from his spot by the door. Then before he knew it the wolf vanished right in front of his eyes...the cabin was empty. His eyes widened in disbelief as he studied the blank door that led into the cabin where he was sat.

"Weird."

But before he could think much more on it the whole cabin shook violently. Alan fell from his seat and onto the floor scrambling and grappling to find a hold until the shakes stopped. His hands felt nothing but air as he slid to the wall where the door had opened up. He gripped the door ledge as he slid through it; holding on for dear life. He heard Scott faintly call out, heard the communications radio sparking to life but could do little to help either party. He lay there holding on before he felt the world tipping to his left. It stopped shortly after but two seconds passed and it tilted again. Curious, he looked over to the front window screen and to his horror found his suspicions confirmed; Thunderbird One was slowly toppling over in the quakes. He had to get out!

He frantically searched for an exit, a place of escape and found the emergency door to his right in the leaning cabin ahead of him. He instantly jumped into action and hauled himself through the door way and up over to the emergency exit. The cabin tilted again and he lost his footing but found his hands gripping the exit handle. He quickly regained his footing and pushed on the door.

It didn't budge.

A sudden memory flitted through his mind as he tried to process why the exit wouldn't open…

"Don't worry; I'll fix it when we get back to the island. We wont need it to work on this mission, the quakes are over we'll just need the Mole and a few shovels." Scott had said as they were flying over to the Malaysian Jungle where the Miners were trapped. Alan had given him a smirk;

"One day your lucks gonna run out Scott."

The cabin tilted again and the angle was becoming increasing difficult to contend with. He struggled with the handle using all his might but the door was stuck fast. He was trapped.

That was when it happened.

A loud cracking sound vibrated throughout T1 seconds before he felt himself flying downwards…just as a sharp pain to the his left temple caught him unawares and he found himself falling into a dark abyss…unconscious.

"Thunderbird One come in please." Virgil was sat on the edge of his seat gripping the control desk with an urgent ferocity. No reply again. They'd been flying close to 10 minutes and during that time had tried ruthlessly to contact Thunderbird One to tell them so but no one was responding.

"Alan, do you read me?" He tried again; this time using Alan's Emergency Thunderbird communications watch AKA his T-Watch, hoping that his gut feeling was just paranoia. The radio remained silent. He tried again with Scott's T-Watch but only found static so he tried Alan one more time. "Alan its Virgil, please respond." He waited a beat before taking matters into his own hands. He picked up the radio controller again and called into Base.

"Go ahead Virg." His fathers face appeared on the screen with Tin-Tin and Fermat stood behind him. Probably to see how Alan was doing on his first official mission, only problem was Alan wasn't responding.

"Dad, Thunderbird One isn't responding, neither are answering their T-Watches." He saw Tin-Tin's face take on a worried expression as Fermat's became solemn. He hated giving foreboding news, but what he hated more was not knowing if his brother's needed help or of they were in danger. "Can you track them for us?" He asked trying not to think of the worst. He saw his Father frown on screen before he replied.

"Not a problem Virgil, keep on track, they may need your help. I'll get back to you on the T-Watches." He said taking command of the situation. Virgil nodded.

"F.A.B Dad. Thunderbird Two out." He said before switching channels to Thunderbird One again. "Thunderbird One do you read me?"

"I have a bad feeling about this Virg." The last Earth-bound brother piped up. He sat in the chair next to Virgil co-piloting while his brother was communicating with their Father. A worried frown adorned his amber eyes.

"I know Gordo; let's just get there as fast as we can." Virgil replied trying to soothe both minds.

"F.A.B."

Scott cried out in pain as the floor opened up beneath him. Several boulders fell from somewhere above him and he fell into a small crevice. Boulders continued to rain down on the scene trapping him underneath their weight. He tried using his T-Watch to call Alan but saw the smashed dial and knew it was now useless. He looked up to try and call out to his younger brother, to try and get some help but what he saw made his blood run cold.

Thunderbird One was tipping toward the edge of the large cliff they'd landed nearby. He'd called out frantically to Alan yelling at him to get out of the Rocket but saw no movement, no Alan… until it tilted again; through the window he saw his baby brother hanging onto the emergency exit door trying to open it but failing.

Scott's heart leapt into his throat as the Thunderbird gave one last jolt before fully toppling over the edge, rolling, crashing, skidding down the cliff side…with Alan still inside. He watched frozen with disbelief and fear until it rolled out of his vision and into the forest below. He struggled even harder to escape the rocks that had him prisoner and managed to free one foot before he heard the most devastating sound he'd ever heard…

Boom!

The explosion in front of him rumbled through the rocky ground, sending a fiery cloud up into the bright blue sky. Tears rolled down his dirt encrusted cheeks as one thought flew through his mind…

"No…Alan!"