HELLO! HOLA! BONJEUR! So, we meet again my wonderful readers. Now, I do not blame you if you hate me and don't want to listen to my excuses.. I really have none. But! I am free at last! School is over and my GCSE's are done :D Which is a wonderful thing for you as it means I have some time to start writing again ;) BUT PLEASE READ! I have practically rewrote this story, and changed some parts of it as when I read them over recently, I realised that some of the things said or done were either stupid or stupid- no really, you could tell it was the 13 year old me's ideas in writing :/ So! I now present to you the newly written Thunderbirds Behind the Boys in Blue!

4 April 2039...

Currently staring into the icy blue eyes of his first born son, Jefferson Tracy, an early lunar astronaut, cradled the baby in his arms. His wife, Lucy, slept peacefully next to him. Due to being transferred from the US Air Force to NASA, he had arrived late, only to be reassured no problems had occurred. The small boy looked up to his father, puppy dog eyes evident on his face. Definitely a Tracy, Jeff thought as he placed his son, Scott Malcolm Carpenter Tracy, in his cot, earning a sneeze from him. He knew as he chuckled that Scott was definitely going to be a handful.

28 October 2040...

He was here again, this time with another son. A mop of Platinum blond hair ruffled slightly as his second eldest was held by his mother, a slight breeze coming in from the window. Jeff sat on the chair next to the bed. Compared to Scott, their son, John Glenn Tracy, had been quiet upon his arrival to earth, making Jeff wonder if John was going to be anything like Scott. As if the devil had read his thoughts, the 1 year old came bouncing in with his Memaw- well trying to bounce in her arms.

"Bruva?" Scott said pointing to the baby as he was passed into his father's arms.

"Yes Scotty," Lucy ever so lovingly said, "Do you want to hold him?"

Scott nodded and was placed on the bed and told to hold his hands out. He done as he was told and going off the look he had on his face as John was put in his arms, Scott wasn't going to be an older brother to mess with.

15 August 2041...

Number 3. That's all he could think about. He glanced at the sleeping baby in front of him, brown hair sat on his head. Another boy. Jeff turned to the child like chatter behind him, Scott and John both sat on their grandparent's knees talking about being big bruvas, the only difference between them was that Scott didn't mind being one; John however, was having none of it. He remembered when Lucy had told him she was expecting again, yes, his heart had leapt at the thought of being a father again but another child, boy to be a bit more specific, two where bad enough! However, he had hoped telling the boys would be easier, but nothing was ever easy for the Tracy's. He turned back towards the baby, his third, his Virgil Grissom Tracy, and gently stroked his head. A pair of arms managed to find their way around his waist telling him that his wife was with him. He could only smile.

14 February 2043...

Copper. He had actually thought that he was in the wrong room when he first saw him, but after seeing his vivid green eyes, he knew he wasn't. It was a miracle those green eyes could see him, Gordon Cooper Tracy had been born premature and was so small, Jeff wouldn't be surprised if he could fit Gordon in his hand. He would never know until the future that his forth son was going to be one of the twin terrors, even if he wasn't a twin. Jeff laughed, Copper and Cooper- sounds great together.

12 March 2044...

Here he was, one last time, looking at the tiny baby ahead of him. Even at a few hours old Alan Sheppard Tracy was already beginning to look like his mother with her sparkling blue eyes and golden hair. The boy was lightly snoring against his father's chest, shifting ever so slightly every few minutes. Jeff turned to the woman in front of him.

"This is it." And they both knew it. They now had five boys together with only a short five year difference between them all, life was quite a handful as it was, not to mention the danger of having another. Within this time, they had moved house twice, sorted out schooling and bullying, settled arguments, sorted toys out, given away two children to the clutches of school and were getting ready to send another off. Sure life was hectic, but it was worth it. Five healthy boys, a beautiful wife and enough money for the rest of their lives- Jefferson Grant Tracy couldn't ask for much more.