I do not own Thunderbirds or any characters mentioned except for Katherine Porter.

A 15 year old John Tracy sat on his window sill in his bedroom, head resting against the window looking out at the night sky, staring at the stars. His long slender fingers wrapped around a mug of hot chocolate. This is the life, he thought to himself as he drank the last of his hot chocolate, sitting up rubbing the knot that had occurred in the back of his neck.

A gentle knock at the door disturbed his thoughts. Cocking his head to one side and looking at the door with a frown, he wasn't expecting anyone being a Friday night he chose never to do anything – going out had never been his thing. The guys who he occasionally hung round with liked to go the cinema, skating or to see if they could get into some club using their older siblings ID. As Scott was his only older sibling, he didn't look anything like him so he never thought there was much point in even trying.

"Who is it?" he asked.

"It's me," a girls voice in no more than a whisper.

A Cheshire Cat style grin crossed John's face. He had known Katherine Porter since they were 12 years old, when she and her family had moved just down the road from the Tracy house hold. They had noticed each other in school when she was placed in John's class. There was an odd number of students in the class and John was always excluded for being a geek and regularly given wedges and pushed up against lockers. John had befriended Katherine and had quickly fallen for her. She had long curly hair that was dark blonde with a redish tinge to it and the softest green eyes. Although they had only been seeing each other for about a year, it had taken him 2 years to pluck up the courage to even ask her out.

"You know," he said still grinning "you will get us into trouble if my Grandma finds out your up here," he teased.

"John, are you going to open the door?" Grinning he walked over to the door, having put up a lock, so the likes of Gordon couldn't get in and paint black around the eye piece of his telescope or put itching powder in his clothes. He had remembered the latter as he had been itchy for a couple of days afterwards, as he had a reaction to the powder.

He opened the door and stood to one side to let Katherine in.

"I need your help, you know what Mr. Williams was taking about today in school…."

His eyes followed her as she walked into his room starting at her legs and looking her up and down he let his eyes to settle on her butt. God, she looked so good in those jeans and that baggy t-shirt. He had to stop himself mid-thought and let out a deep sigh, then held his breath for a second to try and make the way his body had automatically started to react when he was around her to stop.

"JOHN!" startled he looked up at her, she stood looking at him with her arms folded "you haven't heard one word that I have said!"

"I'm sorry, honey what were you saying," hoping the change of subject would put those thoughts to the back of his mind.

"I was saying I need your help, I really don't understand what Mr Williams was trying to teach us in math class today," Katherine said while unpacking her books out of her bag.

"Kat, it's a Friday night, don't you want to do….something else," he asked hoping that she would give the response he was longing to hear.

"John, are you going to help me or not, I need to keep up my good grades this year, if I am going to have any chance of getting into a good college. You know how important my grades are to me!"

"I know they are, okay I will help you," he said not wanting to upset her anymore. He pulled out the chair that was neatly tucked behind his desk. "Take a seat."

Smiling at him she sat down. He bent over leaning against his desk. He always looked so adorable with his floppy blonde forelock falling over his face and blue eyes that she always had trouble looking away from. Katherine knew that John's feelings were becoming of a more mature nature towards her, it isn't that she didn't want to, it was more she wasn't ready for that sort of relationship with him yet. John Tracy was an amazing boyfriend he was always there when she needed him and even when she didn't – but that's what she liked about him. 'Yes' she thought he was her stargazer, John.

Forcing herself to look away from him, she turned to her books.

"Okay," he said, "which part is it that you need help with?"

Please R & R! Let me know what you think, do I bother with a chapter 2?