Thunderbirds fanfiction:

My limit.

Kayo strode into the living room purposefully. She wanted to run some data by Scott and thought he would be with his brothers. She knew there was a possibility he was still out on his run around the island but it had been a couple of hours and he should be back by now. He wasn't. "Hey Virge. Is Scott back yet?" Virgil was honestly confused. "Yeah." He stated in a condescending tone. "His 'bird is the fastest so he would have arrived back hours ago. One is in the hanger if you don't believe me." Kayo sighed "I meant from his run." "Run?" Honestly she thought as she rolled her eyes. Unknown to her Virgil was now really worried. It doesn't ever take Scott that long on a run. Ever!

View of Scott ( 3rd person):

He stumbled. Scott never stumbled yet he just had. His headache was building. Pounding in the back of his skull and blurring his view. He just had to power through it. Push on like when he was 13-14 and Dad had gone distant, having thrown himself into his work 'for our benefit' and he had to become mum, dad and big brother without anyone noticing that it was me looking after Alan, Gordon, Virgil and John (3-4/5-6/8-9/11-12). "Damn!" He muttered as he felt himself losing consciousness. Memories overtook him as he blacked out only 50% of the way around the island route. "Damn! Damn! Damn!"

Scott's memories (1st person):

Btzzz. Btzzz. Btzzz. My alarm clock buzzed, pulling me out of precious sleep. I jump out of bed and run downstairs, smoothing out my pjs as I go as if I need to be smart because I am meeting someone important. Well I guess I am. Since mums death dad has practically disappeared. I struggled at first but I was 13 then and it's been a year now.

Damn. I missed him again.

All forms (and detention slips) have been left unsigned on the fridge door and with a sigh I sign them and place them on the table. Over the next hour I make lunch, sort out the house, wake my brothers, feed and clothe both them and myself and rush with them out of the door to the bus stop.

We arrive at Alan, Gordon and Virgil's school first and I drop them off in their respective classes. I am well aware of the glances I get and whispers I hear from parents and teachers alike as they notice it's the oldest brother dropping the younger 3 off again. John and I quickly make or way to our school and with a quick goodbye rush to our waiting friends. On seeing Johnny happy and safely with friend I finally relax. Of course the bell would have to go then. Great double maths with Mr Sour.

I arrive in form for registration and I am suddenly confronted by Becky Short and Izzy Truce. Becky has long blond hair bright blue eyes and an exceptionally creative streak that rubs off on all those around her. Izzy has shoulder length brunet hair large brown eyes and an excessive memory of everything. Ask her your weight on the moon and she will know, which is actually kinda creepy, but as nice as they are they are they'll do nothing but add to the stress. "So Scott, Izzy and I have a bet that an F14 Supertomcat is faster than a spitfire. Is it?" Planes. They ask me something I know the answer to. I would thank God but I have decided that he hates our family, does not exist or is a… "Scott. Hey Scott. You zoned out there" Jacob, I sigh. Finally. "Yeah I'm good. An F14 is faster than a spitfire because it goes at what…" I pause and look at Jacob inquisitively," 2485kph whereas a spitfire only goes at 548kph" Jacob replies "No a spitfire goes at 584kph." I laugh "Spitfire was always to slow for me." At that the others start to laugh as well.

30 minutes later and the idea of laughter is laughable. Oh the irony. We are in Mr Sours maths class doing arc lengths and sector areas. Oh God it's stressful. I am so tired from yesterday. I was awake till 09:00 getting my brothers to bed and then stayed up till 11:30 doing homework and final rounds checking my little brothers before crashing at long last into my bed. Dad is in France on a business trip. He was meant to leave tomorrow but a call came two days ago and he left then. I am used to it though. "Mr Tracy, can you tell me what the area of the sector is please." Jacob slips a note with the answer on it and I paused as if I was working for a second before answering "23.49 sir" Jacob saved me. Again.

5 hours later and I arrive at the school of my three youngest brothers. Virgil looked up from his sketch pad and smiled shutting it with a small slapping sound. I heard feet pattering and I turned just in time to catch a small, blond imp called Alan. He slammed into me in a great hug. "I missed you Scotty. I slipped over and my knees bleeded all over the floor." I smiled "Bled Allie. It's bled." I paused. "So you slipped?" I ask picking him up as he nodded merrily. Gordon then ran over and the smile melted of his face as he asked "where's John?" Virgil laughs "He went to the library right?" he looks at me and I nod. "Let's go home guys. I'll help with homework then we can watch that old Disney movie you like, what is it called?" I joked. I knew exactly what it was called but it was nice to joke around with Alan and Gordon. Alan snickered "It's Cars. You are silly Scott" I feigned hurt.

As we left one of the teachers approached me. "Scott. I was wondering if we could talk about Alan." I instantly went onto high alert and sent my younger brothers to go collect their bags. The teacher continued "He has gone quiet and secluded in class. I am less worried now that I can see how he acts around you but it's still odd for someone of his age and personality." Oh. Phew. I respond "He is still sad from mums death but getting better and if he goes away from us for too long he ends up sad."

I remember that evening being as hectic as always. Homework, food, movies and bed. I think about the fact that it's a Thursday and tomorrow is a Friday. It's also the day dad was meant to leave and Grandma is coming. I am still in two minds about that, I mean yay grandma, an adult to look after us but also oh no she is going to find out what's going on at home. She arrives at 5 so I will be able to clean up first.

It's going to be a long weekend…