Lost, and Not Found Chapter 1: Attack, a thunderbirds fanfic

Summary: Movie-verse. When Alan is shot down by the Hood while returning from a mission, the family searches for him, but have no luck. Slowly, they lose their hope of finding him alive.

Ok, so here's my first shot at writing a TB story, so please review it so I know what to change! And I'm kind of re-doing the beginning, so sorry if I don't update another chapter for a little while. I promise to get working on it. Haha, luvs u all :D

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Jeff reclined in the sun, enjoying the warmth of the day and the sounds of his sons playing in the pool. It had been a relaxing day without any missions, distress calls, or anything of the sort. Jeff had wanted to stay in the office in case a problem did arise, but the boys, after much whining, had talked him into coming outside.

"Virgil!" Alan cried as his brother came into a running jump into the pool, tackling him in the process. Laughing, both brothers began wrestling each other.

"Heads up!" Gordon called out as he ran up to the pool and did a large cannon ball, sending the other two spluttering as the wave hit them. When Gordon surfaced again, Alan and Virgil began mercilessly splatter water in his face, and also getting some in return.

Jeff turned as he heard a faint laugh coming from the house. "Gosh, Gordon, you're getting beaten by your two younger brothers. How sad," Scott sniggered. He strode onto the pool deck, though rather inelegantly with his crutches. During a rescue to a collapsed mine, Scott had fallen off a rocky ledge in the cavern and broken his leg. Hence, he now had crutches and a cast.

"It's not a fair fight," Gordon coughed as more water was thrown his way, "They're teaming up on me!"

"Boo-Hoo," Scott mocked.

Just then, the alarm sounded, breaking the happy atmosphere. Immediately, the boys climbed out of the pool and headed for the office, closely followed by their father and hobbling brother.

"It looks like Mount Kilauea in Hawaii is erupting…Gordon, Virgil, I want you both to take Thunderbird 2. Alan, I want you to take Thunderbird 1."

"F.A.B. Dad," the three said unanimously, quickly leaving to suit up and ready for the rescue. Scott, however, stood rooted to the spot, gaping at his father.

"You're sending Alan to fly my 'bird? Why not Gordon or Virgil?" he snapped. He never liked it when Alan flew in his Thunderbird. Not only did he have to worry about his little brother, but he had to worry about what condition his 'bird would come home in. "He's only been a Thunderbird for," he continued, but was cut off by his father.

"I don't care how long he's been a Thunderbird, son. He's part of the team, and as such, we should trust him." Jeff scolded. "I know I do."

Sulking, Scott returned to the kitchen for a snack.

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"Welcome back, boys!" Jeff beamed as Virgil and Gordon came into the office a couple hours later. The sun was now near setting and the sky was turning orange from its fading light. "What's Alan's ETA?"

"Alan should be returning with Thunderbird 1 in about...6 minutes," Virgil confirmed, flopping into one of the office's plush chairs.

"Hey, how's Scott doing?" Gordon asked, also taking a seat nearby.

"Has he been moping around about his 'bird?" Virgil sniggered.

Jeff chuckled at the obvious question. "Of course, you know how protective he is of Thunderbird 1." he told them.

As though on cue, Scott came tottering into the room, still looking anxious.

"Speak of the devil," Gordon chuckled.

Scott gave him a questioning look back, and then said, "Nice to see you too, bro," he retorted. "Where's my 'bird?"

"Don't worry," Virgil told him, "Alan's bringing yourprecious 'bird home as we speak."

Scowling, Scott found another chair and gladly put down his crutches.

Just then, Alan's face lit up the TV screen. "Thunderbird 1, requesting permission to land, Sir!" Alan's voice piped up.

"Permission grant-," Jeff began, but was cut off by his son's face turning from cheer to extreme pain. "What's wrong, Alan?" he asked urgently.

"It's him," groaned Alan, clutching his head as it pulsed with pain. "He's somewhere nearby…" Although his explanation was vague, they knew who he meant. From the day of the attack in the bank, Alan was fearful about the Hood escaping. And now, it had happened.

Swiftly, the pain stopped as fast as it had come. Alan turned back to the screen at his father's voice.

"Alan, get back to the island ASAP!" Jeff exclaimed.

"I can't! I can't bring him to the island, it's too dangerous!" Alan cried.

Jeff was horrified at his son's words. "No! Alan Tracy, I order you to return to the island now!"

The Tracy brothers were shocked at what Alan was saying as well. They all sat in silence.

"Sorry, Dad, that's an order I can't follow," Alan affirmed. He knew that the only working weapons the island held were the Thunderbirds after an attack on the island not long before, and that the 'birds were useless when in the silo. If he flew to the island, they would be defenseless. With that, Alan cut the transmission.

Shocked, Jeff spun to the window. In the distance, he could see the faint reflection of Thunderbird 1 as it made a sharp turn away from the island. Then, he finally said, "Gordon, come with me to Thunderbird 2. Virgil, get Scott back to the Sickroom and stay there."

Virgil and Scott were about to protest, but Jeff sternly told them, "Not now! You're brother is in danger, we don't have time for this!" He then ran out to the silo, closely followed by Gordon, leaving the two grim boys behind.

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"We're gaining on Thunderbird 1, Dad," Gordon announced a couple of minutes later.

Even from the few hundred feet between their crafts, Jeff could clearly see the damage on Thunderbird 1. Smoke poured from the side and part of the tail had been torn away. He frantically searched his son's attacker, but found no one.

"What's going on, Dad?" John asked frantically as he saw the damage quickly being done to Thunderbird 1. Being stuck in Thunderbird 5 was always the hardest when something went wrong.

While keeping an anxious eye on Thunderbird 1, Jeff replied, "We believe the Hood's attacking him, but we can't find him on our screens."

"Oh my god," John whispered. Even though he was so far from home, he knew Alan's fear of the Hood. Then, an idea struck him. "Dad! He's probably using his telekinesis on Thunderbird 1!"

Suddenly, one of the engines was torn away, sending the ship spiraling towards the churning ocean below.

"ALAN!"

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Deep beneath the ocean, the Hood gave a small smile. "My work here is done."

A/Ns: Ok, so I know some of this probably didn't make sense, but go easy one me. I'm a newb. Haha anyway, my motto is: my story, my rules. lol So if you have any questions just review or message me!

PS: Do they have a TV in the office..? haha