Never Given The Chance
Disclaimer: None of the characters from Thunderbirds belongs to me. Any others are the figment of my crazy mind.
Is it better never knowing the truth rather then having to go through the pain?
This is a story that just wouldn't leave my head till I wrote it down. It's a sad story though as I am in that sort of mood. This is TV verse as it fits better somehow.
Chapter 1 Lucie Grace
Alan walked away from his mother's grave unable to look at it anymore. It was the anniversary of her death and every year they came here to lay flowers and remember her. Well his brothers did, he didn't remember anything about her. Sure they told him stuff about her but it just wasn't the same. She had died giving birth to him so he didn't have any of the memories they all wandering had led him to a tiny white grave beside a huge oak tree. It seemed a very peaceful place. His eyes were drawn to the inscription on the tiny gravestone.
Here Lies
Lucie Grace Mitchell Tracy
Born 12th March
Died 13th March
Sleep tight
Our little angel.
A hand tapped him on the shoulder and he turned to see his brothers standing behind him.
"What you doing over here bro?" asked Scott.
"Nothing really," he replied looking back down at the little stone.
The others followed his gaze and read the inscription too. They all turned to look at each other, to see if anyone recognised the name.
"I wonder if she was related to us," said Alan.
"I can't remember dad saying anything about us having any other relations in the area," replied John.
"Well it's not like we have an unusual last name. It probably has nothing to do with us," said Gordon.
"She only lived one day. That's so sad," said Virgil.
"Time to head back guys," said Scott. The others nodded and slowly moved away.
One of them paused and looked back at the tiny grave. There was something about it that kept drawing his eyes back to it but he couldn't explain what it was. Shrugging the thought off for a moment he jogged off after his brothers.
Later that day found one of the brothers at his computer. He just couldn't get that little tiny grave out of his head so he was doing a little research into it. He wasn't having a lot of luck in finding anything out about it though. Suddenly an article caught his eye.
Mitchell: Lucy Grace died 13th March in Kansas State Hospital. Though you were only with us a short time, never will we forget you, our little angel.
The young man wiped away the stray tear that had fallen down his cheek and closed the laptop down. He then walked swiftly into the lounge.
"Dad can I have a word?" he asked.
"Of course you can son. What is it?" asked Jeff moving to sit beside him.
"May I have a few days off to visit an old friend?"
"I'm sure I can arrange that. Is everything ok?"
"Yes fine dad, there is just someone I need to see. When can I go?" he asked standing up.
Jeff wandered over to his desk and checked his diary. "You could go tomorrow if you want," he replied.
"Brilliant thanks dad," said the young man before heading out of the room to get packed.
Jeff watched his son leave feeling a little worried. He could tell something was bothering him and he hoped it wasn't anything too serious.
Tracy 1 landed effortlessly on the local airstrip the family used whenever they were visiting the area. A young man alighted and walked over to the waiting rental. He had called ahead so everything would be ready for him. A man in overalls came strolling up to him.
"Good morning Mr Tracy. Here are the keys to your car and the other details you requested," said the man handing over some keys and a folded piece of paper.
"Thanks Harry."
"Anytime Sir. Is there anything else?"
"No that's it. Thanks Harry," he repeated before turning away and climbing into the car.
He then opened the note to find the address of the person he was looking for. He was surprised to see she was still living in her parents home as she had always hated living there when he was younger. He started the car and drove off.
He soon pulled onto the drive of a large house similar to the one he and his brothers had grown up in. In fact his family home was just down the street. He parked and climbed out of the car. For a moment he paused looking up at the house remembering all the times he had been here when he was young.
Slowly he approached the door and knocked. A few moments later a young woman opened it. She hadn't changed much since he had last seen her. Her hair was longer and slightly darker but she still had the beautiful soulful green eyes that he remembered.
"Hello Lexie," he said softly.
"Oh my word," she replied staring at him in shock.
Authors Note: Well that's chapter 1 done. I hope you enjoyed it. Now the question is can you work out which brother it is who is so intrigued by the gravestone?
Please read and review. This is my first fan fiction so I hope it wasn't too awful. Sorry it's a little short but this was the perfect place to leave it. The next chapter will be longer I promise.