Star Flowers

Disclaimer: Don't own Thunderbirds in the slightest, it all belongs to Gerry Anderson Productions. All original characters are mine though and I'm not making any money from this at all.

Authors note: Finally a sequel to A Simple Wish that was written a few years ago and then left. This is all I've got of it at the moment and I thought I might as well get it up a loaded before I lose it. I might be convinced to attempt to finish it off as well but that requires the usual requests. Hope you all enjoy and any suggestions would be greatly received.

Chapter 1

John sat and stared at the stars, it was unusually quiet for this time of year. True there had been a lot of rescues, some of them very dangerous, but for the last few days nothing. Not a single one.

At first he thought it was a commutation failure but the systems were working fine and no problems occurred on the scans and even manual checking didn't report much, bar a five month old candy bar that had no doubted been left by his youngest brother Alan when he was last up here.

A smile spread across his face as he thought of his family back on Tracy Island. So much had happened over the last few years that it felt as though his entire world had changed. International Rescue had been established, that was the main thing, and everyone had grown up in their own way. He remembered hearing the stories of Scott's action in the army, Virgil's concerts, Gordon's rather rash brush with death whilst on a diving mission and Alan's graduation that nearly turned into a monsoon.

But another part of him also felt quite empty, in a way he had wished that his mother could have been there with them. To this day he still missed hearing her voice, feeling her gentle hands shaking him awake and the sound of her singing gently in the moonlight. It was on quiet nights like this that he chose to reflect on her and the life that he had never had.

At least not that he let on…

That one week still lingered in his mind, he had never quite worked out if it was a dream or not. It felt too real to have not been a dream but his father had told him that it was his subconscious that had made him see things because he felt alone and afraid. That had been a fine explanation at first but as he stared out of the window, he heard Philadelphia Tracy's voice clearly in his head…

"Next time you look at the stars, can I stay up really late and watch them with you?"

A smile spread across his face, she had been eight years old then, now she would be just coming up to her 19th birthday. It was strange to think that if Lucille had lived then John would also have to play big brother for a younger and more active sister.

He wondered vaguely what she would look like now, probably very attractive with sleek black hair and emerald green eyes. He would place a bet that she had been sent to an all girls' boarding school so that boys and other such things would be a mystery to her, but a public secret that she was far from being the good little girl.

He let his imagination wander, thinking of interesting conversations that they would have had as she had grown up. How they would have argued over things and then become friends again. John stared back at the stars and sighed, "I wish I could see her again"

Maybe he imagined it, or maybe he was too tired from the humming buzz of Thunderbird 5, but distantly he heard a tiny voice, just on the edge of his hearing, say "wish granted"

Suddenly the communication system crackled into life, a message was trying to get through but static kept on interfering with it. John raced to the machine, glad to be able to break away from his thoughts, "This is International Rescue, I'm receiving you, how can we help?" his voice was slightly quiet but trying to sort out static and talk at the same time was a little bit on the hard side.

The static continued, but a small amount of buzz appeared back in it, "I repeat this is International Rescue, I'm receiving your signal, please identify what is wrong?"

A sort of horrible silence filled the communication device and John waited patiently for five long minuets. Nothing happened and no one responded. He sighed, and decided to report home and see if they had picked up any similar disturbances.

He flicked the switch and waited.

And waited

And waited

He pressed it again, thinking that someone probably missed him the first time and waited again. Still nothing

"What the?" he tapped into the Tracy Island computer via the remote link and scanned to see where everyone way. He froze, according to the records something had infiltrated the system and all of the Tracy household were unconscious expect for an unidentified thing that was moving around.

He tried the phones, desperation overcoming over his senses. If his whole family were out cold then only the Hood would be responsible for it. But none of this made sense, surely the Hood would have gone after him first. "Dad!" he yelled at the systems, knowing that no one would respond, "Scott, Virgil, Grandma, Gordon, Alan! Anyone please respond" fear swept over him in waves, and he didn't want to think what that monster had done to him.

What happened next however nearly scared him to death.

A voice, curious and scarily familiar, came through on the communications system, "John?"

"Huh? What? Who is this?" he asked, plain fear resting in his heart and voice.

"It's me, Phil, is this even real?" said the voice.

"Phil? What happened at home?"

"This can't be happening, you're an illusion, you have to be!"

"Princess what is going on down there?" his fear grew, unable to understand anything that was going on or how he was suddenly talking to his sister who was never born.

"John you're dead, how am I talking to you?"