Hi, guys, it's me again I just want to thank you all for your kind words and support on my first story, 'Satellite Relay Station', especially Ro-Ro Weasely. It was amazing, so here's hoping you all like this one as much.

Just a bit more exploration around the movie, with a bit of an AU. I always found it slightly disappointing that none of the brothers disagreed with Jeff, or tried to go to the bank. Anyways, here's my version.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Thunderbirds, so kudos to Gerry and Sylvia Anderson there. If I did, there would definitely be another live-action movie, and Busted would definitely be doing the theme song (notice there's no 'Mc' there...)


All of the passengers were safe and sound from the monorail, with only some broken fingers and superficial cuts. Sprout and Tin-tin had certainly done an outstanding job. Scott and I helped the last of them off the boats and to the ambulances waiting. John and Gordon were still sorting out Two and Three.

"What do we do now?" I asked my oldest brother.

"Bank of London, I guess. Gords can handle looking after John for a few more minutes."

"John, and the Thunderbirds?" I raised my eyebrows.

"You make an excellent point, little bro. You get to the bank. I'll go and make sure he's not putting whoopee cushions under all our seats, or something. His back's playing up anyway; I don't want either of them doing too much." Scott gave a quick wave and jogged off, leaving me to run to the bank. Weird how he actually let me out of his sight after today, but I guess he was so distracted that he completely forgot to be unreasonably overprotective.

Policemen were everywhere, milling up and down the marble steps and standing awkwardly around Thunderbird One. One held his hand out to me as I sprinted past, his accent so thick I had to strain to understand him. "'Scuse me, sir, but we 'ave word that there's a dangerous criminal inside."

"I understand that." I'm actually trying not to rip your head – wait, the Hood's in there? In that case, I was actually quite glad Scott didn't come. If he knew the man nearly responsible for killing all four of his brothers was within a hundred-mile radius, he'd kill him. "My fa-colleagues are inside too. They might require medical attention." Not that it mattered that I didn't have any medical equipment with me at that precise time.

"Ah, let 'im go, Bill." A second policeman stepped up, looking decidedly more superior, and appraised my flight suit, covered as it was in soot, dirt and just a little of John's blood. "'E's International Rescue, inn'e?"

Not waiting for a response, I began running again. A strange feeling was coiling itself up from my stomach. I knew that there was trouble waiting inside. I had to find my family.

Rounding a corner, I found Fermat and Parker keeping watch over a large, currently unconscious man dressed all in black. "Master Tracy!" Parker yelled as I ran past, but I ignored him. I was on the right track, but I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling.

I slowed to a walk as I saw sparks erupting ahead of me, and the familiar yellow body of the Mole. They must be around here somewhere. I was just about to duck through the huge gap that had been torn in the wall when Dad's voice yelled, "Alan! Get out, run."

"He's getting weaker!" my brother responded, sounding hoarse and breathless. "He can't last much longer."

"Neither can you!" Dad sounded pretty desperate. "Alan, no!"

I peeked around the wall to see Alan climbing up the Mole, grabbing hold of the sharp metal blades to pull himself towards the small man standing on the metal gantry just above him.

"Look out!"

The Hood raised his arms above his head and brought them down again, making the drill's head whirr into life and start to move. My brother looked down just in time to see what was happening, and grabbed onto the rickety metal walkway, right below the Hood.

"ALAN!" Dad yelled.

"Sprout!" I shouted, jumping into the open. My eyes were fixed on my brother, but I couldn't miss the fact that Lady Penelope was locked in a vault with Dad, who looked like he was in in serious pain.

The Hood spun around with a pleasant smile, not looking at all shocked to see me there. "Ah, young Tracy mark three. I'm glad you could be here to see this, Jeff, Virgil."

I glared up at him. He'd nearly killed us all, and now he was trying to finish the job. Starting to run, I shouted, "Alan! Move, quick." My little brother started to wriggle along the bar he was clinging to, just out of reach of the shredding blades. Neither of us got too far.

The Hood thrust his hand out towards me and, before I knew what was happening, I was flying. I smashed into the wall and slid to the floor, dazed.

"Stop!" Dad begged, gripping the bars of the vault. I was frozen, unable to move as the small man turned back around and ground his leather soles across Alan's fingers. With a cry of pain, Alan let go with one hand.

"No!" I gasped. After everything we'd been through today, Alan couldn't die like this. It would kill Gordon, and destroy the rest of our family too. I tried to get up, but my legs wouldn't obey me - it felt like they were being held in place by something.

"Goodbye, Alan," the Hood sang, moving onto his other hand.

The sound of running feet pulled my gaze away from my little brother. Tin-tin appeared from the same direction I'd come from, taking a second to survey the scene in front of her. "NO!"

The Hood glanced round, almost in irritation that he had to deal with any more of us. Seeing her, he smirked. "Oh-ho." His eyes turned red. Sure, we'd seen him cause Kyrano pain, but seeing it in real life was a completely different matter. It was totally freakish.

Tin-tin grasped her necklace with the pendant, glaring up at him as her eyes shifted from dark brown to liquid gold. The two stared at each other, fighting it out somewhere other than the physical world. It was only a few seconds, though it felt like hours, before a nut sparked and fell free of the gantry, spinning it a full 90 degrees. Somehow Alan was now on top, with the Hood hanging from the railings.

The hold on my body was broken as Tin-tin sagged next to me, clutching her head, and I clambered up in time to catch her and pull her to her feet again. The Hood whispered something to Alan, ripping one hand from the railing as he did. The man was going to plunge himself into the shredding metal machine, taunting my brother as he did.

Scott suddenly appeared next to me, out of nowhere, helping me support Tin-tin and glancing around wildly. "Virge, what – whoa, Tin-tin – how – Lady P – Dad – Alan!"

I looked away as the Hood cast himself from the railings. Whatever the man had done to us in the past six hours or so, it wasn't a sight I wanted to see. Scott gripped my arm so tight it was almost painful. "Look."

Frowning, I turned back to see my baby brother holding the Hood's arm as if his life depended on it, saying something as he did so. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Dad nodding approvingly, smiling.

"Here." I helped Tin-tin sit against the wall before jogging after Scott to the gantry. Both him and Alan were already pulling the Hood to safety, balancing on the metal rails. The second he was clear, I pulled his arms behind him. "You will regret ever even thinking about doing what you were about to do!" I hissed. "Scott, turn the Mole off, quick. Alan, get the bank officials and the security forces."

For once, my eldest brother actually did what I told him, as did my youngest. Again, not a common phenomenon. I escorted the madman from the walkway and handed him over to the police, along with his two accomplices. Then I jogged back with the bank manager's keys, only to find both Dad and Lady P free of the vault already. Scowling around the assembled faces, which only consisted of Alan and Tin-tin, I decided Alan looked pretty guilty. Gordon's lockpicking skills must be being passed down the family.

"Sprout," I said breathlessly. I hadn't had a proper talk with Alan since he'd come home for spring break, never mind since we'd landed in Three. "Sprout, you okay?"

"'Course I am, Doc. Quit worrying." Standard Alan response.

"Sorry!" I held up my hands in surrender. "Average team medic slash older brother default. But don't think I've forgotten who saved every single one of our sorry asses." That got him smiling again.

"Isn't that Scott's job, to be fussing around everyone? Where is Scott, by the way?"

"Him and Mr. Tracy are giving a statement to the police." Tin-tin offered. "Y'know, as Field Commander and Commander."

"C'mon," I said, shaking my head. "We should get home." Alan opened his mouth to speak. "And no, Sprout, you are not flying my bird again. I saw the landing trajectory and speed you pulled in One."

"That was an emergency," he protested.

"I don't care. I'm still flying. You're lucky the retros work as well as they do, or Thunderbird One could have become a permanent monument, embedded in Jubilee Gardens. There's no way I'm risking Two. She's been through enough today already."

"Whatever."

"Good to have our normal, moody, uncooperative Sprout back," I grinned. "Right, let's go. This everyone?"

"Yup. Fermat's already outside with Parker and Lady P. Just us three."

"FAB. Back to base, then."


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