Disclaimer, I don´t own the Thunderbirds and I never will. Snik.
Well this is my new story. There is a big age difference between Alan and the rest because I wanted to keep Alan little but the rest old enough to work with the Thunderbirds. Well Alan is 11, Gordon 22, Virgil 24, John 26 and Scott is 28.
Enjoy!
One year.
Today it was exactly one year ago that my youngest disappeared. Just like that. Gone. School phoned us that he hadn´t show up for the morning classes and nowhere to be found. They contacted the police and a search was started.
His roommate told the police Alan went running every morning and that day simply hadn´t come back.
There was no ransom, no trace, nothing. The ten-year-old Alan was just gone. My little boy, Lucy´s little image, her copy. He was just gone.
After a few months we had to continue with the Thunderbirds. The world is counting on us. But our family had fallen apart. The loss of my youngest has cost me all my five sons.
The now twenty-eight year Scott had left home. His life was now completely focused on the search for his younger brother. That he, by the age difference of seventeen years, always saw more as a son more than as an brother.
The twenty-six year old John hasn´t come down from his space station since they called off the search. When the searches were stopped he went up and only made contact for missions and in case he needs something like food. He never came back home. Three sons are never home.
The twenty-four year old Virgil was only painting. Day in day out. The normal bright colors were changed to dark shades. He locked himself in his room and the only time he came out was when there was a mission.
My second youngest, I can´t find in my heart to call him my youngest. Second youngest son. The twenty-two-year-old Gordon, isn´ t really Gordon. He is swimming around the pool till he passed out from exhaustion. His jokes, his smile that used to sound constantly through the house, was never heard again. The time they chased around the pool like children was over.
It was quiet in this house. Too quiet.
Somewhere far away from the island a boy woke up. started, like he was having a nightmare before his eyes opened.
Scared he looked around and let out a breath when he recognized his surrounding.
"It was just a nightmare. You´re safe." He whispered before he laid back and closed his eyes again, disappointed. He still hoped that one of the dreams would tell him who he was or where he came from. But all there was pain and blackness.
A small hand grabbed his. "You´re safe." She whispered knowing that he needed comfort and together they fell back to sleep.
First chapter is short but I wanted to see if people like it. Well what do you think? Should I continue?
Thanks to Mistoffles for correcting a few grammar mistakes.