Once again I don't own anything; I do however have a pretty solid plan in place…

Here's Chapter 2…

John checked the scanners to see where the explosion had taken place, according to the read out it was in the centre of the engineering section. As he made his way towards the source the computer began bleeping once more.

Suddenly the air was filled with screeching of the alarm and the last thing John saw before everything went black was the meteorite impact probability on the monitor.

The alarms on Tracy Island woke each of the slumbering Tracy's who were all at their portraits within a minute. Jeff quickly decided who would stay and who would go; he and Scott would go up in Thunderbird 3, whilst Virgil, Gordon and Alan manned the earth based controls. They didn't want a repeat of the Hood's attack.

When Jeff and Scott got to Thunderbird 5 they were able to see the full extent of the damage caused by the meteorite. All of the emergency mechanisms which were visible from the outside had been initiated, enhancing the similarity Thunderbird 5 already had with a tincan in space. As Scott started the docking sequence, Jeff was surprised to see his platinum haired son appear on the monitor. His hair was caked with blood, and every breath seemed to be more difficult than the last.

But he was alive.

"Docking accepted" John rasped "It's good to see you guys" he smiled, and then the monitor went black as the door was released. Scott and Jeff ran straight to the main console where they found John on the floor leaning against the remains of what had once been a state of the art computer system. Just as they reached the injured Tracy though, they heard the hatch shut with an echoing bang. Neither wanting to leave John, they took a minute to decide who would try and open their only escape route. In the end Scott went back whilst Jeff cared for his son.

Back on Tracy Island the other brothers were doing all they could not to think of their brothers' fate. Gordon was swimming trying not to think. Alan was renovating his old mustang trying not to worry. And Virgil was staring at a blank canvas trying desperately not to panic. They knew that the plan in action was the most practical all round, but it didn't change the fact John was their brother, and they wanted to help.

Gordon was just about to start what felt like his millionth lap when Brains came running down to the pool area. "G-G-G, Mister Tracy! Thu-Thu-Thu-, the satellite craft is not responding". Gordon jumped from the pool and ran as fast as his legs could carry him to the control room – shouting into his wrist communicator all the way, getting Alan and Virgil to join them to try and contact Thunderbird he entered he saw his two brothers already sitting at the panel already trying to contact the others, but judging by Virgils' scowl, without success.

Back in space though, the rescuers were unaware of their current predicament. Instead focusing on getting out and making sure they had the ability to leave when they needed to, not when the computer decided it was convenient, and making sure John wasn't injured so severely that moving him would make things worse.

Scott had given up on opening the door, and decided to try and get John's bird back online, but was having very little luck with that too. Only succeeding in keeping life support systems functioning and the gravity control working as it should. Everything else was either damaged beyond repair or completely obliterated – including the heat exchange, meaning they could look forward to a nice toasty stay on the satellite.

John was now on his feet again even though he was putting the majority of his weight on his father who was supporting his left side. He stumbled across to where Scott was slowly losing patience with the control panel. It wasn't that Scott was incompetent, but no one knew the ship like John. Even Jeff and Brains who had designed it agreed only John could get the best out of it.

Within minutes they were back online.