Authors Notes: It's a Thunderbirds reader insert, yay! Below is the basic info on your character, but I'll expand on your character throughout the story. Pairings are;

ReaderXScott

ReaderXVirgil

GordonXOC(male)

I would really appreciate feedback for this piece. This is my first Reader Insert, so it would really help me to know how people react to it. I'd also love to know what people want to see from this and where you (as the reader) want it to go.

Thaaanks so much!

Introduction/History

Your uncle Jack and Jeff Tracy were good friend in the airforce and worked together to create the Thunderbirds. Jack helped Brains engineer the Thunderbirds, but left the project when he was finished. He felt that he was no longer needed and instead started his own project; Global Security. Global Security acted as a separate organization from International Rescue but the two worked together when required. Global Security is focused on catching and punishing those who conspire to destroy world peace, and they tend to clean up after International Rescue.

When you were twelve, Jack took you to Tracy Island. There you met Jeff and Scott (who was on holiday earlier than the other boys due to University ending earlier). You stayed with them for a month and became the best of friends with Scott. He was your hero, the older brother you never had. From that day forward you wanted nothing more than to be a part of International Rescue.

You returned home but your parents were not thrilled with your new aspirations. They cut you off from your uncle, as they believed he was a bad influence. They tried to isolate you and point you in another direction but you wouldn't accept anything other than International Rescue. At fifteen you ran away from home and tracked down your uncle. Now, at seventeen, you work with him and your cousin as part of Global Security.

You're of average build and height for your age, maybe a little taller. You're pale with straw-colored blonde hair that reaches your shoulders. You have brown eyes, light freckles and you wear black horned rimmed glasses. You're bad at math and science, but good at English and history.

The Story Begins!

You sighed as you placed the last of your clothes in the heavy metal trunk. Your stomach was a flutter with nerves. It wasn't often that you went on a mission. For the most part, your role in Global Security was to monitor radio transmissions and organize research. You had a natural talent for digging up information (even when it was supposedly disclosed from the public) and spent most of your time gathering information on different illegal organizations. Normally you found the missions and then left it to your Uncle Jack and Cousin Addison to catch the bad guys. This was the first time in months that you were allowed to go with them.

Recently, you had been experiencing extreme difficulty in picking up radio calls. At first radio transmissions had started fizzing out momentarily, but now you were lucky to get five consecutive minutes of clear transmissions. With no radio, Global Security had a difficult time functioning. Radio was your prime source for finding conspirators and criminals. Even if you got a lead it would be too dangerous, considering that you wouldn't be able to communicate with each other.

With a little help from your Uncle Jack you'd been able to locate the disturbance. You couldn't pin point it, but the problem was coming from somewhere up in the mountains. You had narrowed it down to a large area, but lucky the location was completely deserted except for one place; Paradise Peaks. You would be leaving any moment to investigate undercover.

You sat on your bed and sighed as you starred at the trunk. You were nervous because you knew so little about this case. Global Security was much less boisterous or famous than International Rescue, but still someone out there was targeting you. Was it such a good idea to go waltzing straight into what might be the headquarters of your enemies? What other choice did you have?

You continued to pack, grabbing things off your nightstand; hand cream, night time retainer, glasses case, cell phone, Advil. As you loaded everything into the trunk you mindlessly picked up a picture frame, but stopped when you realize which picture it was. The photo was of a younger you. Your hair was much longer back then and a deep shade of brown. It was only in the past year that you had died your hair blond. In the photo you were smiling and still had braces on your teeth. You were standing next to a handsome young man in his mid-twenties. The two of you were leaning over the edge of a balcony at a penthouse, waving joyously at the camera. Scott Tracy had his arm around your shoulders as he waved, pulling you into an awkward sort of hug.

Scott Tracy. It hurt to even think about him. He had been your best friend but that was years ago. After finding out about International Rescue your parents moved you to a whole new city, but you had always had faith that Scott would find you. You always believed that he would come for you, because rescuing was his job. You had given up on that dream two years ago. Ever since then you hadn't had the heart to call him. You could radio International Rescue any day you wanted to, but what was the point? It was obvious that Scott had forgotten about you. You couldn't bare to look at the picture any more, and set it face down in your trunk.

"Ready to go?"

You jumped as the door to your bedroom suddenly swung open. You placed a hand over your heart, trying to slow its beating. It was only your cousin Addison.

Addison was a foot taller than you, at least. You shared a similar face structure, but he got his eyes from the other side of the family. They were a warm, almost gold color that sparkled with a timid kindness. He was lanky but still somehow muscular. Addison's hair was short, choppy and died a fishy shade of turquoise.

"Yeah, sorry, I just wasn't sure what to pack"

"Dont worry, we'll be there only a few days."

Addison clapped you on the back and gave you a reassuring smile. Since you moved in with your uncle, Addison had been terribly supportive. He helped you close and fasten your trunk, and then helped you get it to the car. The two of you stumbled down the hall, occasionally bumping into the walls as you struggled with the weight. After a few minutes you finally got out the door and set the trunk down by the car.

You absolutely loved your car. It was a black 1957 convertible Cadillac that you Uncle had modified years ago. It was a little cramped for space on some days, but it ran like a dream. Addison helped you load your stuff into the trunk just as your uncle appeared outside. Like the rest of your family on his side he was tall and wiry. His eyes were livid and fiery like his son's but his hair had started to pepper with age.

"Right then, " Jack announced cheerily, tossing a small backpack at you. You were curious to investigate, but held off. "Let's get on our way, the sooner we get there the better. I'll brief you both one last time in the car."

You and Addison piled into the car, Addison taking the front while you settled for the back. Addison was older at twenty one, and so he always got shot gun. You were okay with the back because it meant more space. As you settled in for the long ride you began to dig through the back pack Jack had given you. It was filled with snacks and drinks. Your uncle revved the engine and switched on the radio to the local rock 'n' roll station. It was going to be a good trip.

As you entered Paradise Peaks you had to carry you trunk on your own, and only now did you realized how much you had packed. The main lobby was dimly lit for ambience, but the deep red walls made you feel sort of warm. The room was filled with cute cafe tables and up front was an empty stage with a grand piano. As you waddled through the room towards the reception desk a trio of men approached you and your family.

The first of the men you recognized from photos on the Paradise Peak website. He was a blond man with sleek green eyes in an even sleeker suit. He could be no one but Rodriguez, the hotel owner. Before you had entered he had been talking to two other men, who now followed behind him as he approached.

"Ah, the family Anderson! What a pleasure." Rodriguez clapped his hands sharply and suddenly the room was alive with staff members. They swarmed you, taking your trunk and removing your heavy winter coat, which was getting rather warm. Rodriguez shook hands with your uncle, obviously excited by your presence.

"We're so glad to have you here! It's been difficult confirming guests, you see we've had problems with our phones..." Rodriguez rambled on to your uncle, but you couldn't be bothered to pay attention. You were too distracted by the other two men in front of you. You couldn't believe your eyes. There stood Jeff Tracy and his eldest son Scott. Jeff looked a little older, the signs of stress showing around the corners of his eyes. His hair had become greyer since you last saw him, but you were sure it was him. Scott looked the same as he did the day that you met him, but now he seemed to admit an air of maturity. Rodriguez started the introductions, and you were a little unused to hearing your undercover name.

"This is Andrew Anderson, a good friend of mine." Jack nodded as he was introduced and exchanged a knowing look with Jeff Tracy.

"This is Liam Anderson, and his sister Marina. Mr. Anderson is a stock trader on vacation with his family from New York." Jeff gave you the same look he had given Jack, and you smiled back weakly as you shook hands. Scott however, seemed indifferent. He was smiling at you, but that wasn't enough. Where was the revelation in his eyes? Did he realize who you were? 'No, of course not', you thought. Scott had no idea who you were.

"Oh-ho-ho" Rodriguez cheered boisterously as he elbowed Jeff in the ribs. "It appears we have a little romance going on." You face felt like it was on fire and you had to touch it just to check. Rodriguez had caught you starring at Scott and assumed all the wrongs things. You looked away sheepishly, too embarrassed to continuing making eye contact with Scott.

"Cut that out Rodriguez," Scott said in an un-amused tone. When you looked up, he had a serious frown on his face. "There's nothing going on."

'That's right Scott,' you thought to yourself bitterly, 'there's absolutely nothing going on here...not anymore, not ever.'