Thunder Shock

Authors Note: This story is a crossover between Static Shock and the Thunderbirds movie and asks what might have happened if Alan had been a metahuman. Events take place before, during and after the movie.

I've had to adjust the movie timeline slightly so that it fits in with dates and events established in Static Shock. I hope no one minds.

Since I don't know the name of Jeff's wife I've given her the name Margaret.

Prologue

Dakota City, 2002

Just Prior To First Big Bang

Margaret Anna Tracy carefully pulled up in the private car park of the apartment building near the docks in Dakota City where her brother lived alone in a three-bedroom apartment on the second floor.

Sleeping quietly in the back of the car she'd rented an hour ago from the airport was her youngest son Alan who'd she had brought with her to Dakota to see his Uncle Peter. All of her other sons were currently away at various boarding schools but Alan was too young for that, and her husband Jeff Tracy was currently orbiting Earth inside the space shuttle Atlantis and would be there for the next week. The current mission in space would be Jeff's last though, when he returned he would be leaving NASA and the military behind and come to spend more time with his family and tend to the Tracy families growing corporate empire which had already made them millionaires a few times over.

Getting out of the car Margaret walked around to the rear right passenger door and gently opened it and for a moment she looked down into the face of her sleeping son looking so peaceful and so innocent. Gently she reached forward and woke him up.

"Alan honey were here," she said softly. Alan opened cool blue eyes and looked up at her sleepily as she undid his seat belt.

"Mummy," he said sleepily. "I'm tired."

"I know sweet heart so am I," she replied and picked the boy up and lifted him out the car. "You'll be able to go back to sleep in a few minutes after we've said hello to your uncle."

"Ok." Deciding to come back for the cases later Margaret closed the car door and locked it before gently carrying the only half awake Alan across the enclosed car park to the side entrance of the four story apartment building.

Alan had almost gone back to sleep when the lift doors opened onto the second floor with a faint ping. Margaret understood all to well it was well passed the boys bedtime normally he would have been in bed an hour ago and jet lag from the flight from Florida to Dakota was not really helping. Supporting Alan a bit more she went to her brother's apartment door and knocked.

Peter opened the door immediately and gave a slight cry of delight at seeing his sister.

"Sis," he said delighted giving her an awkward hug. "Hello Alan," he added gently ruffling the boy's short blond hair affectionately. Alan mumbled a hello back.

Peter Davison smiled slightly at that.

"We should put him to bed," he said knowingly to his sister.

"Indeed," Margaret agreed. "Then this little Tracy can go to sleep and we can talk."

Peter smiled and led them to one of the spare bedrooms where Margaret gently tucked her son into the bed. Alan was asleep in moments without even a protest that he didn't have his favourite teddy bear with him. It was quiet hot and stuffy in the room so Margaret went and opened the window a little bit to allow some air into the room. Then she and Peter gently went into the living room to talk.

They were in the middle of a cup of coffee and getting reacquainted with each other when they heard what sounded like an explosion outside.

"What the," Peter started to say as a rolling cloud of thick purple gas rolled past the windows. For a good few minutes both of them stood there staring at the thick gas in complete confusion where had it come from.

Then Margaret heard a sound that had her running into Alan's room. The sound of Alan coughing and choking. The window, she realised as she threw open the door, the window's let that gas in. Covering her mouth and nose with one hand she raced into the room and with one hand grabbed Alan from the bed and carried him out the room and slammed the door behind her.

Peter dove in with wet towels putting them at the base of the door stopping any of the gas leaking out into the rest of the apartment.

Suddenly able to breathe normally again Alan stopped coughing and instead began crying loudly. Margaret pulled him right in close to her and Alan instinctively latched on to the protection of his mother.

"Its okay baby, its okay," she said reassuringly to her son as he cried into her blouse. Soothingly she stroked his hair even as with a concerned Peter hovering nearby she carried the boy who was still bawling at the top of his lungs into the living room and sat down pulling him into as close an embrace as possible.

"Maybe we should take him to the hospital," Peter said. "Get him checked over." Margaret didn't answer just held Alan close offering comfort and support. Eventually the boy stopped crying and just hugged up close to his mother.

Only then did she look up and speak to her brother.

"I want to take him to a doctor first thing see if he's okay," she said. "He'll have to sleep with me tonight."

"I know a couple of doctors who can check him for us," he offered. "One lives on the top floor I can go and get him." Margaret nodded permission and Peter went to go get the GP who lived on the top floor.

"Want daddy," Alan said softly his voice muffled by her blouse.

"Your dad's not here baby," Margaret replied. "He's in space remember."

"Still want daddy."

"I know sweetheart I know I want him as well."

Peter returned a few moments later with the doctor from the top floor carrying his medical kit.

The doctor gave little Alan a thorough examination and took a sample of his blood – which promptly started the four year old crying again.

"He seems to be alright," the doctor said to Margaret. "I'll get this blood sample analysed in the morning to make sure but his heart rate and breathing are normal and he's not running a temperature. Keep an eye on him tonight. If anything happens come up and get me immediately."

"Oh we will doctor don't you worry," Peter answered as Margaret tried to quieten Alan again.

Later The Following Day

It was a very concerned and very nervous Margaret Tracy who watched the news reports. That purple gas last night had apparently been a mutagenic agent of somekind and had changed almost everyone who'd come into contact with it. Sometimes into things that didn't even look remotely human. She was frightened that it was going to do the same to Alan that her youngest son wouldn't be a beautiful little boy much longer but become something else.

The phone rung and Margaret pounced on it. Peter was out getting some food so she was the only one here aside from Alan of course.

"Hello," she said into the phone.

"Hello Mrs Tracy its Doctor Clark," a voice said and she recognised the voice of the doctor from last night. "I'm calling about your son."

"Is he going to be okay?"

"He's fine," the doctor replied. "The blood tests came back there's no sign of any deviation in it or in the DNA we were able to extract and analyse. Your sons lucky Mrs Tracy, very lucky."

"That's wonderful news doctor thank you."

"Your welcome."

"Bye."

"Bye." Margaret smiled and put the phone down before looking relieved at her son playing with some toys of his she'd gotten from the car on the carpet. He was fine he was perfectly fine, aside from scaring him and her half to death the mutagenic agent hadn't done anything to him.

Still smiling she sat down on one of the chairs and watched Alan play just like any normal four-year-old. But what no one knew was that the gas had affected Alan but the affects would not become apparent for along time.

A very long time.