Yellow Cars

By Lauren Freeman

Disclaimer: I do not own the Thunderbirds, I am only borrowing them for another long while.

A/N: Ah ha! A new story! This has nothing to do with The Haunted. :) The chapters won't be as long but that will hopefully mean I will get chapters out quicker. This is a completely new idea for me and I can't wait to see where it goes myself. I have another idea for a fic with Scott and Alan as the main characters, yep I am slowly broadening out to other people that are not my dear Alan:) Enjoy!

Summery: AU: Alan disappears at the age of five, twenty years later he meets his true family who thought they had seen him die.

Chapter One: The Cafe

Alan stared at his oldest brother angrily. He had only been playing, after all. No need to make him sit in time out in the corner of a small cafe. The five year old pouted as he stared out the window. He big brother had told him he was not aloud to move from that spot, no matter what. Well that is until Scott or one of his other brothers told him he could. He began to count all the yellow cars going by like his kindergarten teacher had taught him. But there were a lot of yellow cars around and he could only count to a hundred.

He saw his brother yell something before running out of the cafe. He spotted Virgil down the way and watched Scott run towards him. Alan sighed. A screeching sound caught his attention and another yellow car came into view going extremely fast. He watched with wide eyes as it hit three cars before flipping and coming straight at him He screamed in terror as he ducked under the table a split second before a very loud crash sounded and the table caved in on him, that was the last thing he remembered.

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Scott was frustrated, very frustrated. He was forced to walk around downtown New York with his five year old annoying brother all day. To top that off, Virgil had run off without telling anyone where he was going. He spotted a small cafe and felt more then heard his stomach rumble.

"Can we eat, Scotty? Can we? Can we? Please? I'm hunwy!" Alan yelled over and over. Scott made a be line for the cafe. The minute he let go of Alan's hands to pick up a menu Alan took off after a shiny object on the wall capturing his attention. It was a sward and Scott rolled his eyes as he ran after his little brother, of all things to capture his attention.

"Were not playing with that, it's dangerous." Scott reprehended. Alan hung his head.

"Yes sir." Alan whispered. Alan noticed another kid his age eating in a corner with his father. He ran over to him.

"Hi, I'm Alan." Alan grinned holding out his hand. The kid held out him ketchup and mustard ridden hand to shake back with a grin but Scott got there first and after smiling at the child and father grabbed Alan by the arm and moved him to a two seated table by the window.

"Sit, stay. Do not move unless I tell you too. Got it?" Scott stated. Alan nodded tears in his eyes. But Alan didn't cry, it had been a long time since Alan had really cried, that Scott knew of that is. Scott turned around and headed for the counter to order there food, he had just finished paying when he noticed Virgil run by in the corner of his eyes. Without much thought he ran outside towards the direction he saw his brother running. Virgil had stopped at a crosswalk to wait for the walk sign to light up.

"Where have you been? Haven't you heard of telling someone where your going? We were worried sick! Virgil opened his mouth to speak when a screeching caught there attention. They both turned and watched in morbid fascination as an out of control taxi slammed into other cars and before beginning to flip. Scott did not comprehend the meaning as he watched the car turn upside down in midair as it slammed in to the Cafe he had just been in before coming to a stop. Screams were heard from everywhere and Virgil looked up at Scott wide eyed.

"Scott? Where's Alan?" Scott's already pale face got even paler as he ran for the cafe. It was hard to tell the building was what it was mere minutes ago. The damage and destruction very clear.

"No, no, no..." Scott was repeating tears forming in his eyes.

"Scott, tell me he wasn't in here!" Virgil was yelling a look of pure panic on his face. Scott pointed to the spot where the rear of he car lay. A police officer appeared.

"You two okay?" The man asked.

"Yes, but our baby brother, he's still in there!" Scott stated franticly. "We have to go in there!" Scott stated.

"Sorry, son. I need you to stay back. We will find him." The officer spoke as sirens and red an blue light surrounded the area. Much to the young Tracy's horror they were pushed back into the crowed. Scott immediately picked up his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Tracy Enterprises, A. building, how may I direct your call?"

"Angela! This is Scott Tracy. There's been a car accident, I-I need to talk to my dad." Scott was sobbing now. Virgil was doing the same, this was not how they were taught to deal with things, bawling there eyes out, but sometimes you could not help it. A moment later and Jeff was on the line.

"Scott? What's wrong? Angela said it was a emergency."

"Dad, a car ran through the cafe Alan and I were in. I had Alan sitting right where the car landed. Dad, they won't let me help look for him..." Scott couldn't speak anymore. The line was silent for a moment.

"Where are you?" Jeff asked quietly. Scott whispered his answer between deep breaths. "I'm on my way." Scott hung up the phone. He noticed they were being pushed backwards again as a helicopter was landing. They never saw the man with the child Alan's age leaving the Cafe with two children instead of one.

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Thomas Thornton watched as what must have been the child's brother leave the child alone in the cafe. A since of rage overcame him as he wondered how anyone could just leave a child by himself like that. Especially in THIS city! He hated this city with a passion, it was so unbearably claustrophobic and chaotic. He only came here when he had to and this was his last stop before heading for the airport. He was shocked however when the boy screamed in terror before hiding beneath the table just as a car flew into the cafe. Tom grabbed his son and covered him from flying debre. When the grinding noise stopped he told his son, Bobby to sit tight.

Tom ran the short distance to where the other child had been hiding. He lifted a corner of the car and placed a piece of wood under it to keep it up for a moment before he grabbed the unconscious child and pulling him out. The boy had a bump on his head and some cuts and scrapes but was amazingly fairly unscathed. The thought that he should take the boy to his irresponsible brothers crossed his mind, he just kept picturing the boy sitting by himself with watery eyes as he counted cars. He picked up his own son and with very little thought walked away from the scene just as a helicopter was landing. He made it through the crowd to the parking garage and into his car where he buckled the children up and left. It would not dawn on him until that night that he was officially a kidnapper and could never go back.