Thunderbirds
Chance meeting
Disclaimer: Don't own Thunderbirds and everything is copy writied to Gerry and Syliva Anderson (who both brought me years of fun and imagination – a big thanks guys) and Supermarionation
A.N – Okay this is my first Thunderbirds Fanfic (quite scary really) and it's the first in a series of stories (well three by my reckoning). It will be based more or less on the original series (without the strings) as I've not seen the movie yet only a trailer once or twice which is annoying.
Also this story is A.U. Big time so I'll clear up a couple of pointers first. Kyrano and Tin-Tin aren't around due to some plot points and also the rough time setting of this story. (I'll find some reason for them not to be there – I promise). The time setting is messed up but it's all for fun anyway.
Character ages: This is just to clear up any real problems. Alan 15, Gordon 16, Virgil 18, John 19 and Scott 20, Penelope 20 and Jeff?????
Plot: Alan's down and gloomy but after going to Penelope's party that all soon changes.
Anyway enough of that...on with the story.
Gordon nearly walked into his father as he wandered around lost in his own thoughts, "Oh, sorry dad. Didn't see you there" he said, trying to sound good-natured but Jeff knew his son only too well. He was worried over something and it took no guessing as to what or more rightly who was managing to cause worry within the Tracy family.
Alan had not been himself for the last couple of weeks, and it wasn't a normal teenage sulk that Alan was prone to go into. Something was bothering Alan greatly but he couldn't put his finger on it at all and either could any of his family. Grandma had her assumptions but was not willing to share them, only informing Virgil the third time he had enquired that if he could not work out what was wrong with his youngest brother then he needed to learn a lot more about being a big brother.
"I only know what's wrong with Alan, dear boy, because I raised you're father and helped to raise all of you. I think you just need to look into yourself and maybe you'll find something that Alan hasn't got" was all she had said. Jeff had smiled, knowing fine well that Grandma was not the kind of woman to be direct about things which she thought were obvious but it had still not helped any of them work out why the hell Alan was in such a peculiar mood.
"I take it he's still not talking?" asked Jeff moving past the sixteen-year- old to the kitchen intent on making himself a sandwich. "Nah...he's just sitting looking out of a window not doing anything. He'll talk casually about some stuff but he's not his normal self" Gordon chuckled, "I couldn't even get him interested in playing a joke on Scott which is not like him at all".
Jeff turned, "And I wondered where Alan got all of his ideas from? You're a bad influence on him Gordon Tracy" he playfully wagged his finger at his second youngest. Gordon stuck his tongue out and slumped on the table, deliberately allowing his elbows to rest on the top, "It wasn't anything bad, just swapping his tea for warm apple juice" even Jeff couldn't hide a grin at that.
Scott hated apple juice, probably due to the fact that Grandma used to force it down his neck quite frequently, and the two younger brothers still attempted to get their eldest sibling with the same stuff and nine times out of ten it worked. Jeff chuckled, "You two are full of fun and mischief, I just wish Alan would lighten up again. I'm worried that he'll do something reckless" when Gordon did not reply Jeff turned on him, "He hasn't done anything reckless has he?"
"Huh?" Gordon asked, shaking himself out of his thoughts, "Wha? No...I swear he just sits and reads or stares blankly at a wall or window" he quickly added. Jeff's eyebrow raised but he shrugged and finished making the sandwich in silence.
At that same point in time, Alan Tracy was sitting in his room starring out of the window. He was looking over the sea, trying to gauge the distance to the mainland...but for what reason still eluded him. His brothers were under the assumptions that he knew exactly what he wanted but in truth Alan didn't know.
The rain was only just starting to fall, and the first drops were trickling down the window. Alan followed the trail of one with his finger, still trying to get an idea of what was bothering him. The scenery outside was beautiful, it always was especially when it was raining but today it held nothing for him. Alan sighed like a big dog, his breath slightly misting up the window.
"That was a big sigh for someone so small" came John's voice from the other side of the room. Shocked slightly, Alan turned in surprise but smiled faintly, "Hi John" he said in a monotone voice. John frowned deeply, Alan hardly ever spoke in a monotone voice but he pushed it aside. Sometimes everyone did, it was just a shock for Alan to do it so readily.
"Al, what's up? You haven't been yourself lately" said John, walking forward and sitting on Alan's bed, noting that it had been made recently, which suggested that Alan was tidying his side of the shared room. That was something that Alan hardly ever did without being literally order to do it, but maybe he was trying to sort himself out.
By being very quiet, reflected John, watching the baby of the family stare out as if into space. He hadn't responded to John's question and was trying to lose himself once again in his thoughts. "Alan?" he asked again, hoping to get a response. None came. "Do you want me to back off? If you do just say and I'll go" John knew the reverse psychology was the biggest fall back of the lot when it concerned Alan, but hell anything was worth giving a go. Still no response, Alan just kept on looking out of the window trying to ignore him.
John shook his head, and sighing started to leave the room. There was no point in trying to talk to Alan anymore. He would have to come out of this mood himself and John prayed that it would be sooner than later. He had just reached the door when Alan's tiny voice floated towards him, "I wish mum was here".
John stopped and turned slowly, feeling the pain in his heart grow. Alan hardly ever talked about their mother, either did any of the Tracy family really but Alan was the one who left whenever she was mentioned. "Oh god, Alan" he whispered before moving towards the figure silhouetted window, "What's wrong?" he asked as gently as he could.
"I don't know...but she could have told me...I..." Alan's voice was stifled and tear-filled. John knew the sighs all to well, and sighing once again pulled, or more correctly dragged, his youngest brother into his arms and simply allowed him to cry like a small child. In most respects that was what Alan still was, even though he would be damned if he would admit it, but at least he had given some inclination of what was bothering him.
"Shh...it's okay Alan. Trust me it's okay" he said gently comforting Alan by rubbing his back. Alan was hiccupping with crying, which brought a faint smile to John's face. He hadn't cried like this for years, a maybe that was a problem. On Tracy Island he didn't have any other people his age to talk to or mess about with. True there was Gordon but he was an elder brother really.
Maybe that's what Grandma meant! Alan was missing people his own age to annoy and be friends with...he needed someone to give a different perspective on life and what was going on around him. Virgil's and Scott's heads appeared around the doorway, the three older Tracy brothers always seemed to know exactly what the other was doing and generally they went around in three.
John quietly shook his head and waved his hand as if to shoo them away but Alan looked up, "Heya squirt, how you feeling?" asked Virgil. John closed his eyes deciding to let it drop for the time being, Alan did not need his brothers arguing again. Alan just buried his head back into John's shoulder. The frowns on their faces were silenced quickly by a death glare from John.
"What?" Scott asked, mildly shocked. "Just be quiet, okay?" said John.
Virgil stuck his tongue out at John, "We're just being the inquisitive big brothers. Anyway, water squirt got something to ask you". Alan peeked from the protection of John's arms, but didn't say anything due to the fact that he was crying and trying not to show it. "Fancy going to one of Penny's parties on Friday? It's on the mainland and apparently it's gonna be a mixed group...even you might score. Wanna give it a go?" asked Virgil.
A small smile crept across Alan's face, and his eyes lit up, "Excellent. Scott you owe me" said Virgil, getting up and turning on the now rather disturbed Scott. "No I don't!" he tried to deny.
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Chance meeting
Disclaimer: Don't own Thunderbirds and everything is copy writied to Gerry and Syliva Anderson (who both brought me years of fun and imagination – a big thanks guys) and Supermarionation
A.N – Okay this is my first Thunderbirds Fanfic (quite scary really) and it's the first in a series of stories (well three by my reckoning). It will be based more or less on the original series (without the strings) as I've not seen the movie yet only a trailer once or twice which is annoying.
Also this story is A.U. Big time so I'll clear up a couple of pointers first. Kyrano and Tin-Tin aren't around due to some plot points and also the rough time setting of this story. (I'll find some reason for them not to be there – I promise). The time setting is messed up but it's all for fun anyway.
Character ages: This is just to clear up any real problems. Alan 15, Gordon 16, Virgil 18, John 19 and Scott 20, Penelope 20 and Jeff?????
Plot: Alan's down and gloomy but after going to Penelope's party that all soon changes.
Anyway enough of that...on with the story.
Gordon nearly walked into his father as he wandered around lost in his own thoughts, "Oh, sorry dad. Didn't see you there" he said, trying to sound good-natured but Jeff knew his son only too well. He was worried over something and it took no guessing as to what or more rightly who was managing to cause worry within the Tracy family.
Alan had not been himself for the last couple of weeks, and it wasn't a normal teenage sulk that Alan was prone to go into. Something was bothering Alan greatly but he couldn't put his finger on it at all and either could any of his family. Grandma had her assumptions but was not willing to share them, only informing Virgil the third time he had enquired that if he could not work out what was wrong with his youngest brother then he needed to learn a lot more about being a big brother.
"I only know what's wrong with Alan, dear boy, because I raised you're father and helped to raise all of you. I think you just need to look into yourself and maybe you'll find something that Alan hasn't got" was all she had said. Jeff had smiled, knowing fine well that Grandma was not the kind of woman to be direct about things which she thought were obvious but it had still not helped any of them work out why the hell Alan was in such a peculiar mood.
"I take it he's still not talking?" asked Jeff moving past the sixteen-year- old to the kitchen intent on making himself a sandwich. "Nah...he's just sitting looking out of a window not doing anything. He'll talk casually about some stuff but he's not his normal self" Gordon chuckled, "I couldn't even get him interested in playing a joke on Scott which is not like him at all".
Jeff turned, "And I wondered where Alan got all of his ideas from? You're a bad influence on him Gordon Tracy" he playfully wagged his finger at his second youngest. Gordon stuck his tongue out and slumped on the table, deliberately allowing his elbows to rest on the top, "It wasn't anything bad, just swapping his tea for warm apple juice" even Jeff couldn't hide a grin at that.
Scott hated apple juice, probably due to the fact that Grandma used to force it down his neck quite frequently, and the two younger brothers still attempted to get their eldest sibling with the same stuff and nine times out of ten it worked. Jeff chuckled, "You two are full of fun and mischief, I just wish Alan would lighten up again. I'm worried that he'll do something reckless" when Gordon did not reply Jeff turned on him, "He hasn't done anything reckless has he?"
"Huh?" Gordon asked, shaking himself out of his thoughts, "Wha? No...I swear he just sits and reads or stares blankly at a wall or window" he quickly added. Jeff's eyebrow raised but he shrugged and finished making the sandwich in silence.
At that same point in time, Alan Tracy was sitting in his room starring out of the window. He was looking over the sea, trying to gauge the distance to the mainland...but for what reason still eluded him. His brothers were under the assumptions that he knew exactly what he wanted but in truth Alan didn't know.
The rain was only just starting to fall, and the first drops were trickling down the window. Alan followed the trail of one with his finger, still trying to get an idea of what was bothering him. The scenery outside was beautiful, it always was especially when it was raining but today it held nothing for him. Alan sighed like a big dog, his breath slightly misting up the window.
"That was a big sigh for someone so small" came John's voice from the other side of the room. Shocked slightly, Alan turned in surprise but smiled faintly, "Hi John" he said in a monotone voice. John frowned deeply, Alan hardly ever spoke in a monotone voice but he pushed it aside. Sometimes everyone did, it was just a shock for Alan to do it so readily.
"Al, what's up? You haven't been yourself lately" said John, walking forward and sitting on Alan's bed, noting that it had been made recently, which suggested that Alan was tidying his side of the shared room. That was something that Alan hardly ever did without being literally order to do it, but maybe he was trying to sort himself out.
By being very quiet, reflected John, watching the baby of the family stare out as if into space. He hadn't responded to John's question and was trying to lose himself once again in his thoughts. "Alan?" he asked again, hoping to get a response. None came. "Do you want me to back off? If you do just say and I'll go" John knew the reverse psychology was the biggest fall back of the lot when it concerned Alan, but hell anything was worth giving a go. Still no response, Alan just kept on looking out of the window trying to ignore him.
John shook his head, and sighing started to leave the room. There was no point in trying to talk to Alan anymore. He would have to come out of this mood himself and John prayed that it would be sooner than later. He had just reached the door when Alan's tiny voice floated towards him, "I wish mum was here".
John stopped and turned slowly, feeling the pain in his heart grow. Alan hardly ever talked about their mother, either did any of the Tracy family really but Alan was the one who left whenever she was mentioned. "Oh god, Alan" he whispered before moving towards the figure silhouetted window, "What's wrong?" he asked as gently as he could.
"I don't know...but she could have told me...I..." Alan's voice was stifled and tear-filled. John knew the sighs all to well, and sighing once again pulled, or more correctly dragged, his youngest brother into his arms and simply allowed him to cry like a small child. In most respects that was what Alan still was, even though he would be damned if he would admit it, but at least he had given some inclination of what was bothering him.
"Shh...it's okay Alan. Trust me it's okay" he said gently comforting Alan by rubbing his back. Alan was hiccupping with crying, which brought a faint smile to John's face. He hadn't cried like this for years, a maybe that was a problem. On Tracy Island he didn't have any other people his age to talk to or mess about with. True there was Gordon but he was an elder brother really.
Maybe that's what Grandma meant! Alan was missing people his own age to annoy and be friends with...he needed someone to give a different perspective on life and what was going on around him. Virgil's and Scott's heads appeared around the doorway, the three older Tracy brothers always seemed to know exactly what the other was doing and generally they went around in three.
John quietly shook his head and waved his hand as if to shoo them away but Alan looked up, "Heya squirt, how you feeling?" asked Virgil. John closed his eyes deciding to let it drop for the time being, Alan did not need his brothers arguing again. Alan just buried his head back into John's shoulder. The frowns on their faces were silenced quickly by a death glare from John.
"What?" Scott asked, mildly shocked. "Just be quiet, okay?" said John.
Virgil stuck his tongue out at John, "We're just being the inquisitive big brothers. Anyway, water squirt got something to ask you". Alan peeked from the protection of John's arms, but didn't say anything due to the fact that he was crying and trying not to show it. "Fancy going to one of Penny's parties on Friday? It's on the mainland and apparently it's gonna be a mixed group...even you might score. Wanna give it a go?" asked Virgil.
A small smile crept across Alan's face, and his eyes lit up, "Excellent. Scott you owe me" said Virgil, getting up and turning on the now rather disturbed Scott. "No I don't!" he tried to deny.
A.N Interested in finding out what happens? Please Review Thanks