Disclaimer: I don't own the Thunderbirds, the Tracys, or International Rescue.

A/N: Late October and November is a difficult time for me due to the anniversaries of my dad's death and Lissysue's death. They have been on my mind a bit more the last week or so and this one-shot is something that was a result of my thinking of them. Sam1

I Will See You Again

Time heals all wounds. You should be over it by now. You just have to keep busy. Damn, I hate hearing those stupid clichés. Time does not heal all wounds. All it does is dull the pain to a more manageable level but even then when I least expect it, the pain of losing you drops me to my knees.

"Sometimes I feel like my heart has broken but I stay strong for our brothers." My fingers trail idly through the grass at the base of the granite headstone. My eyes mist over as I read the years. "I reckon you weren't with us very long, little brother."

"We stay strong for one another." A strong hand lightly grasped the younger man's shoulder comfortingly.

I look up at my brother and offer a shaky smile of thanks. "We try but sometimes it's just too damn hard, isn't it?" I wipe an unsteady hand against my eyes and feel the tell-tale wetness of tears. "I hate goodbyes and since we lost him, I have never said it."

"I noticed that. I kind of wondered if that was why you just said "see you later" and asked us to do the same."

"Goodbyes are final and if we say see you later then we'll do just that. Oh hell, I'm not making any sense, am I?"

"You're making perfect sense. Well, as much sense as you can," another voice said from next to me. I look over and see my other two brothers. "We figured you'd be up here."

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know why I came here. It's not like it's a short trip but I had to know that his grave was being tended properly. And I guess to say hi to Mom." I didn't notice that I was creating a thin spot in the grass from the idle plucking until Scott put his hand over mine. "Sorry."

My blond brother sat down next to me and sighed. "It still hurts that she's gone and it's been years since she died. It's just we've learned to live with that pain. We'll have to do the same with him as well."

"I reckon you're right. Johnny, you do realize it's been almost four years since he died, right?"

"As long as we remember them, we'll be carrying them with us until we see them again. And we will see them again, right?" Virgil asked, looking at each of us from where he sat next to Scott.

"Yes, we will because not even Death can keep a Tracy from being there for another Tracy," Scott growled. Without being conscious of it, the four young men leaned against one another.

"That would just be all kinds of stupid on Death's part," I said with a small smile.

A slight grumbling noise could be heard in the quiet and three sets of eyes turned to look at the oldest brother. "What? I'm hungry."

"So we heard," I chuckled. "C'mon, bottomless pit, let's go get you fed before you start gnawing on your hand or something." I watched as Scott, Virgil, and then John each paused by Mom's and Alan's headstones for a moment, lightly touching them. Standing up, I followed their lead. "This isn't goodbye and neither of you are gone. You're both watching over us. I'll see you again until then I'll carry you in my heart and in my memories." I paused again and listened to the light wind and I could have sworn I heard...

"See ya later, Gordy, Johnny, Virg, Scott. We'll see each other again."

A/N: A guest reviewer asked where Jeff and Grandma is in this story and the only answer I have is that I left it as a brothers only fic. Lissysue's death affected several people I'm close to and the bond we share is not unlike the one the Tracys seem to have. I hope that is a good explanation.