Summary: What if Jeff told Alan wasn't allowed to be a Thunderbird? What if Alan finally had enough of his father's disapproval? Well here's my take if that happened. Please be nice as this is my first story but if you hate it then just say so. Thanks, bye^.^


You said I wasn't ready.

You said I was too young.

But what about the others who do this job.

If you can call it a job.

It was my life.

It made me who I am…

Was.

Yes, you guessed right.

Tonight will be my final flight.

At the moment, I'm standing at the top of your god damn building.

With the ground beckoning me.

The police will call it suicide.

But you will know who'd killed me.

But you will…

Won't you, Jefferson Tracy.

For you no longer have the right to call me…

Your son.

So here they are.

The last thoughts of Alan Sheppard Tracy.

Well, Daddy, I hope you're happy.

I jump.

I fall.

Right onto the ground with a sickening crack or splat.

Take your pick.

To be honest,

I don't care anymore.


If you want to do, you can do but I would love it you pressed that purple button at the bottom there. Come on, you know you want to.