Trapped.

Scott grinned to his little brother- Virgil was in a strop because Scott wouldn't let him fly thunderbird 1.

"Why are you grinning Scott?" Virgil sighed

"O come on Virg!- another rescue successful and completed in record time- even you have to be pleased about that!"

"OK I guess I am very pleased with that result, but why wouldn't you let me fly thunderbird 1 home?"

"Virg, I didn't let you fly thunderbird 1 home because she is my machine and mine alone"

"but you get to fly thunderbird 1,2 and 3!"

"that's because thunderbird 3 needs to be co-piloted, and I get to fly thunderbird 2 cos I'm oldest"

"well that's just not fair-"

Scott cut off Virgil's angry retort by shouting at him to cover his head, as he saw him comply he sighed in relief, the last thing he saw before falling into unconsciousness was the two missiles hitting thunderbird 1.

STSTSTSTSTSTSTST

Virgil woke with a pounding headache and agony in his left leg- he presumed it was broken.

"Scott! Scott! are you awake?" he shouted, then muttered under his breath "alive even?"

When he heard a cry of pain coming from his right he called out again.

"Scott! are you awake?"

"yeah Virg, I'm awake- are you alright?"

Virgil rolled his eyes, his brother received the brunt of the impact from the missiles- he must've been badly injured, yet the first thing he does id to ask him of his well being!

"well, I think that my left leg is broken and I have a concussion- what about you?"

"I only have a few scratches- I'm good."

Scott, however didn't just have a few scratches, he was in pure agony. He knew that his shoulder was dislocated and that his left wrist was at best broken in 2 places, worst broken in 4. He had a deep gash in his forehead that wouldn't stop bleeding. The thing that worried him the most, however, was that he'd been awake before Virgil and some men had come onto the ship. They thought Virgil was dead so the proceeded to inject some green liquid into Scott's bloodstream and completely ignored Virgil.

"do you think the radio still works Scott?" Vigil asked hopefully.

"no, but our watches might- mine isn't working but yours might be."

"ok then, I'll give it a try- what's the worst that could happen? Thunderbird 1 to base, repeat thunderbird 1 to base."

"base to thunderbird one, what's the problem Virg?"

"we've just been shot down about 10 miles from base and we're both hurt- but I'm not sure how badly Scott is as I can't see or get to him."

"Ok, We'll be with you as soon as possible."

"Dad- we might have a problem." Alan said.

"I know son- I heard Virgil sounds as if he's in a bad way."

"yes, but so might Scott, you know how he is- he never tells anyone how injured he is, he's far too concerned about us." Alan looked at his feet as he said this.

"you're right son, he is probably hurt- after all he is the pilot of thunderbird 1 and those missiles must've headed for the front of the ship for it to have nose dived into the ocean."

"hang on, I didn't tell you about any missiles." Alan said, suspiciously.

"Scott contacted me a little earlier and told me what had happened, the radio died before I could even think to trace it. Anyway, let me just call Gordon and tell him what's happened, then you two will be able to go and rescue them."

"and us!" shouted Tin-Tin coming into the room with Brains "those two boys are probably injured and we don't know how badly- we are going"

"fine Tin-Tin you win, you can go."

Scott had somehow managed to get free of everything that was on top of him previously and put Virgil's leg in a makeshift splint- using only his right side as his left was completely immobilized. Unfortunately Virgil had noticed.

"Scott- why aren't you using your left hand side?- are you injured?"

"no Virg, no I'm fine. you're the one we need to worry about at the moment."

"really?"

"yes"

"really truly?"

"yes!"

"do you know when dad will get here?"

"no, but it has to be soon doesn't it?- you've told him our coordinates so we'll be fine."

As he spoke Alan grinned, he didn't know just how soon they were going to get there. When he opened the door the sight that met his eyes was both surprising and horrifying. Scott's blood now made a the trail along the floor, and because of this you could see where he had been before he had gone over to Virgil. When Virgil saw Alan he sighed in relief, but when he glanced back over to Scott his expression changed to one of worry.

"Scott? Scott?" Alan called out to him. No response, so he tried again.

"Scott? Scott?" when he didn't respond once again Alan called Tin-Tin and brains over immediately.

As they got him onto the stretcher and into Thunderbird 2 he started to convulse.