Disqlaimer,


My mind wandered of again. This happens to me a lot. Once I'm thinking I don´t know where I come out. That is maybe the reason why I got such bad grates at school first.

It was Fermat who took me back to the normal world.

"Y ... you ... H ... h ... Jeff will come." Fermat tried to reassure me while I came back to the present. "H ... he promised."

"Wouldn´t be the first time that he broke a promise." I muttered. "Let's go wait outside." I stood up and the world danced before my eyes. Fermat took me by the arm and in the distance I heard him asking what was going on.

"Nothing." I tried to smile and regain my balance. Perhaps one tablet wasn´t enough. "I´m fine. Shall we go?"

Fermat looked at me doubting but dropped it. Together we walked with the two large suitcases behind us pulling with us and sat down on the benches in the sun.

Almost the entire campus was empty. Here and there were some teachers and students but the most had gone home.

The familiar car drove into the driveway and I looked hopeful inside. Normal Lady Penelope came to pick us up with apology from my father. The disappointment shot through me when I saw who drove. Virgil parked by the bench and got out.

"Hey sprout!" The twenty-two hugged me firmly. Sprout was my nickname, and Allie. No idea which I hated more. I think both.

"Hey virg." I muttered softly. He reached out and Fermat gave him a high five. "Where's the rest?" I asked.

"Come give me your bag, I put him back in the trunk. Dad is retrieving John from his lab, Tin-tin goes up together with her parents for a few weeks. So we have to cook and clean for ourself this vacation.'' John is normally the pilot of the space station Thunderbird 5. I looked up at the fact that he came down. That is great, all five brothers together.

"The rest?" It surprised me that Scott wasn´t around.

Virgil pulled the suitcases behind him. "Scott and Gordon are engaged in 'business'." Was his simple answer.

In public, we called missions, business. For years we´re trying to keep the identity of the Thunderbirds a secret. Imagine what people can do with those machines. Our equipment can save people, but in the wrong hands ...

Along there. We were bothered by the pres because we´re Tracys.

Dad is JEFF TRACY, the billionaire and former astronaut. No further explanation needed.

Scott is the youngest soldier with a medal of honor, after he saved five dying people by dragging through a desert for three days.

John had written two books about stars. Ideal if you live in a space station. I had to read one of those books for school. Maybe he could help me with the book report or even better, do it for me.

Virgil was a famous painter and composer. All he painted not much because the little time along the emergency missions, his paintings are very popular.

And Gordon, he ended up in a wheelchair after an accident. The doctors gave him a little to no chance to walking. Two years later he won the gold medal in swimming at the Olympics.

And I ... I'm youth world champion running. None of my family had come to see me so clearly nothing important. Little compared to what the rest had done.

Everywhere we walked hung press, reporters and interviewers, surrounding us. So we have our own island. Far away from people who want to know every boring tiny little detail of our life.

If we also told we are the Thunderbirds ... Even I knew that it won´t be fun.

I took the front seat of the car rather than with Fermat behind me, who looked sorry. He couldn´t help it my dad came, I know that but he gave me hope. I can´t have hope.

Virgil sat next to me behind the wheel. "So I volunteered to come and pick you guys up. I´ve already signed you off so we can go. "

"Fine." I muttered, and I put my feverish forehead against the cold window of the car. "That's really fantastic." I muttered. After a short ride to the airport Virgil parked in the hangar and we went aboard TRACY ONE. Our private jet.

Virgil took place behind the wheel after he had put the suitcases on their place. "So sprout. What do you know about flying?"

On the way to school, Gordon had told me how take off and steering worked. Maybe I was still too young to do it alone, I loved it. Just like driving a car. had taught me to drive in the Porsche. With our history, you´ll never know where you end up.

Enthusiastically, I started to work. My legs were a bit too small to be really close to the ground to break up but buttons and hold the wheel I could.

After less than an hour, I was dead on my feet. It was in quite heavy and I didn´t feelt so good. I put it on auto pilot and after a thank you to Virgil I climbed to the back.

I ran to the toilet and threw everything I had eaten out. I felt so weak, pathetic, miserable, shortly said awful. But I couldn´t let them know. It´s a bug, it will pass.

"Hold it togheter tracy." I told myself.

After a few minutes I managed to keep a few sips of water inside. Shaky, I walked back to Fermat and sat down beside him.

With my head on the table I fell quickly in a deep sleep.


Barely awake I noticed a hand on my shoulder that tried to wake me up but I didn´t respond. I was sleeping finally and didn´t want to wake up.

Someone picked me up and I was held against a chest with my head on a shoulder. I felt that we walked down some stairs.

Carefully I looked through my eyelashes but without looking I knew who it was. "Scott?" I yawned. "How was the mission?"

"Piece of cake. You're tired, huh?" I nodded lazily. "Go to sleep Sprout. We continue talking when you're awake." The soft voice of my oldest brother reassured me. I always felt safer with Scott.

I laid my head back on his shoulder. "I missed you, Scotty. Is John back already? "

"His arrival time is about an hour. I´ll wake you up before he comes, okay? "

"Hmm." I responded and let the darkness drag me back down.


Sorry for the late update but between moving, school, work and hospital I have barely time to translate.

I promise that I publish again on Friday or Saturday. pinkypromise XD