Hello, just a short one-shot in John's POV. You might want a few tissues for this one although, it's not that sad. It's just...a bit sad. But with hope in it. But enjoy, and I hope this just makes us all think about how precious life is.

This was inspired when I was watching the meteorite shower at Midnight tonight thinking about my own personal memories.

In memory of my Grandad, my best friend and my own star.

R.I.P.

Stars have always fascinated me. My brothers are more used to the skies of Earth rather than space, apart from Gordon but the red-haired terror that is our brother always does have to do things differently.

For me, stars hold a special peacefulness that nothing else can begin to compare with. Stars are my friends, they don't ask questions, they're just there, listening, their lights never extinguished like the souls of loved ones that have passed on. They stay there, and even on a cloudy night, I can rest assured that they will be there, watching over me.

Stars are awe-inspiring. Space is just so big, that anything could be out there and we wouldn't know. Maybe somewhere in another universe, time is being replayed and everything is different. Like Mum living. Not dying in that avalanche.

I named a star after her. I can look out at it and imagine those memories again, the ones before our lives were changed. Memories of Christmases where Dad's laughing and joking around with Scott and Alan while Gordon's trying to figure out some puzzle with a fish on it. And then in the corner, Mum's teaching Virgil Christmas songs on the piano, while I watch, pretending to be reading my book, but revelling in my happy family.

So I sit and watch the stars and imagine that happy family, continuing their lives in that other universe.

After Mum's death, I was lost. I was always the quietest, always surrounded by my books but I was happy. I watched the meteorites falling over our house in Kansas those weeks after her death, and believing that it was the tears of the stars. The stars, my true friends, were crying for my Mum as well.

I can sit up here in '5, and watch Tracy Island, up amongst my stars, and keep a close eye on them, to protect them from any dangers.

I'm watching Planet Earth now. My stars showed me how.

Mum showed me how, watching over me all those years.

I pause, then continue writing in my diary.

So..you know. Thanks.

We may be small, but we make a big difference in the world, saving families from destruction. So somewhere out there, other kids don't have to watch the meteorites and imagine the stars are crying with sadness.

They're crying with happiness.

Because we're alive.

And thanks Mum and thanks stars, because without you there would be no International Rescue. Without that, we wouldn't be together as a family still.

We're the Thunderbirds. We're the stars.

Thanks.

John Glenn Tracy

Well, that was short but what did you think? Please review! I'd love your feedback as this is totally different to what I've done before!

Wishing you all a fantastic Christmas with your friends and families,

Kat x.

P.S. The next chapter of Revenge will be out by Wednesday evening.