Hi everyone this is my first ever attempt at fanfiction so be gentle me. I'm also dyslexic so I apologies for any spelling/grammar mistakes.
This is a Tracy sister story, I named her Jac after Lt. Col Jacqueline Cochran a pioneering female aviator I thought might fit with Jeff naming system seeing as there are no female members of the Mercury Seven mission. Also I'll try and put ages wherever there's any time jumps.
Chapter One. (The way it was)
(Scott 14, Jac 13, Virgil 11, John 9, Gordon 6, Alan 5)
I was 13 years old when my mother died. I horrible time for any family. However my family was an ordinary family. I was the second of 6 children and the only girl. This in its self was not so unusual, what was that fact that my dad was Jeff Tracy, decorated pilot and celebrity astronaut who's fact was on millions of cereal boxing across that world. He was a miraculous man in many ways, but he had one weakness, his love for his wife. Losing her broke he, he spent the first week after the funeral was over and the relatives had left hidden in his bed room. Together we could deal with this, together Scott (my older brother) and we prepared meal for him and told each other this was just greeth, it would pass and then everything would be OK. However when Jeff Tracy finally left the room he sat his children down and told them that he was quitting NASA and starting up his own business all on his own too earn enough money to look after them all. I may have only been 13 but I was not stupid. I know exactly what that meant and it made me sick. I know from that moment on I know that things would not be OK, my father wasn't coming back to us anytime soon, which meant know only one thing I was the mother now.
The funny thing is with all this happening I never once felt sad or scared the only feeling I had was anger. Angry that my mother had been taken away from me, angry that I had to care for my brothers and most of all angry at me father for not being there for us. I knew it was so incredibly selfish of me. Maybe that why I throw myself in to it so much, getting my brother up for school, making their lunches helping with their homework, reading them bedtime stories, I needed to prove to myself that I wasn't selfish.
It worked for a couple of year until I loved spending time with my brothers and was even starting to get along better with my father. That was until he told us we had to move, he didn't ask or consult us in any way he just told us we were most to a better place for his business. I had serviced my first senior high, it wasn't easy keeping up your grade whilst looking after you family, but Scott was still top of most of his classes and sibling rivalry is a strong thing so I wasn't going to be out do. Also I was smart, not quite John smart but you know what wasn't too far behind our resident genius. Computers were my thing, I love there simplicity, when all around me was noise and chaos they were always constant, just 0s and 1s, they didn't have bad days when they wouldn't get out of bed for no reason or desident they didn't want to stop running there program even though it was 3 in the morning and you'd told them to stop reading 3 times already. This move however was disastrous It was half way though Alan's (my youngest bother) first ever year at school and the move hit him hard, it took Scott most of his mornings to get him out of bed dressed and to school. On top of this John had been moved up a year at his old school, however he new school they couldn't let him which mean that he was having to resit a year which was too easy for him the first time he had to do it. Virgil was being forced to choose ether arts or science when he was equally passionate (and not to add gifted) at both. On top of it all our father was away more than ever his business was rocketing (if you pardon the pun) and not a day when by when he didn't have to go into the office for one reason or another.
Everything added together and resulted in bedlam in the Tracy house hold. Scott and I were barely holding it together, but we were Tracy's so we bit our tongue, put our heads down and got on with it. We somehow struggled on Scott would manhandle Alan out of bed and to school whilst I sorted the rest of the family. In the evenings Scott would teach Virgil the science he had sacrificed in order to keep up his beloved piano lessons and I would give John my maths homework to do whilst I help the kids with there's washed them and put them to bed. This however was not a fool proof plan, though Scott had a nac of sleeping for only a few years so how managed to keep up with his school work I couldn't. I started to struggle and my grade began to slip only slowing but constantly. Then Scott left for college and my wheels came off, I'd swarn on our mothers grave that would be about to coup, but this was only to get him to go, I know I couldn't and it was going to break me but if that was the case it was only going to be my life it our father would ruin not both of ours.