And so it begins! Hello everyone! I meant to post these first five earlier, but life has been kicking my ass the last few days. But hopefully I can get these posted daily from here on out!

DISCLAIMER!: I don't own Thunderbirds Are Go! This is just a series meant for entertainment.

WARNING!: These stories will contain dark themes, if you are not comfortable with this, please, do NOT read!

"Scott…" Gordon's voice lacked it's usual cheeriness. Instead it sounded quiet. Subdued.

Scared.

Immediately Scott's full attention was on his younger brother. He dusted himself off, standing and turning to where he knew Gordon was. Suspended between two massive hunks of debris, the remains of what once was a tall apartment building was now shattered glass and broken concrete. Under which people were still trapped. The aquanaut swayed slightly at the end of the cable, and even from a reasonable distance Scott could see the younger looking over to him.

"What is it, Gordon?" He responded, walking a little closer to the ledge. On the comms, Scott could hear his brother take a shaky breath, his hands clinging to the cable tightly.

"Something's wrong. I don't know what but I just- My squid sense is tingling."

"You're really focusing on that again?" Scot resisted the urge to sigh. "Gordon, this is serious."

"It hasn't been wrong yet." Gordon argued quietly.. "Can you just- Gimmie a hand back up? Please?"

This time, Scott did sigh. But with a tone like that, it was hard to argue big brotherly instinct.

"All right, I'll be right over. Just hold tight bro."

"F.A.B."

Stepping back slightly, Scott took a running start towards the ledge, jetpack roaring to life as he headed up to where his brother had began his descent. Rubble crunched under his boots as he strode over to the POD. Then he stopped.

"Gordon…" Scott spoke firmly, crouching beside the POD's cable reel. "Don't move."

The cable anchoring Gordon to the POD was frayed, strands of metal poking out in all directions as it was stressed. Scott watched as another strand gave out, pinging off the main cable with a muted sound.

"Can't do much else." Gordon replied, bobbling slightly as he shrugged.

"Stop it!" Scott snapped. "The cable's failing, we need to get you back up here!"

Gordon felt a chill run through him, colder than the water of the arctic. His breathing went shallow as his knuckles turned white, gripping the cable as tight as he could.

"No...Nononononono- I checked it! It was fine!" He shouted. "You're messing with me, it's fine!"

"Gordon, breathe." Scott told him, clambering up to the POD and slowly wrenching the cable back. His brother took a heaving breath before replying.

"I don't wanna die."

"Nobody said anything about dying, little brother." Scott told him sharply, watching the cable like a hawk as it crawled back over the edge. "You're gonna be fine. I promise."

There was a snap, like the crack of a whip in the silence of the rubble. Gordon's breath caught in his throat, barely a gasp escaping his lips as gravity suddenly took over. Scott dove from the POD over the ledge, jetpack flaring to life as he chased his falling brother. One hand wrapped around his grapple cable, halfway to raising it-

There was no thud. No heavy sound as ground met Tracy. Instead, there was a crunch, like crumpling a handful of dried leaves. Scott reared up on his jetpack as he watched, horrified.

Gordon was reaching for him, choked and broken whimpers spilling from his lips as amber eyes welled up with tears. He coughed, blood splattering across his uniform. The oxygen tank on his back hissed in agony, pierced clean through as Gordon went slack.

Amber eyes glazed over, unseeing, unfeeling. His body went limp, bowing like a dancer on the thick metal support stabbing through his chest. His mouth opened in a silent cry, blood pooling on the rubble beneath him.

It was Scott, that made the sound for him.