Sorry it's been so long, here's chapter 4...Thanx for all the reviews!

"Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal" (From a headstone in Ireland)

Virgil looked up as Sally poked her head into the shed "Can I ask a favor?"

Virgil laughed and stood "why not" he said as he followed his 17-year-old sister out to the driveway. Sitting with the hood open was her 1958 Chevy Apache.

"I can't get it to start" she said scowling at the vehicle.

"Well it is 55-years-old" Virgil commented as he started fiddling with the engine.

"Think you can fix it?" Sally asked as he stood up

"Maybe" the 13-year-old answered

"Don't worry Virg, I have faith in you" Sally winked as she handed him her keys.

Virgil mock scowled at her "only because you want your car running"

Sally laughed and walked to ward the house "Hardly little brother, when it comes to mechanics, and music, you're a genius"

Virgil drew a sharp breath, then slowly let it out. He was sitting in Thunderbird 2's silo on the bumper of the green and white truck. Tears threatened to flood his eyes as he looked down at his wrist. Blood leaked from the incision he had just made. He sighed as he reached for the glass of bourbon he had managed to sneak from the kitchen. He took a long drink before picking up the blade once again as putting it to his skin.

"Hey Virg, are you…" Alan froze as he came around the corner "Virgil, what are you doing?" he asked quietly as his elder brother dropped the knife.

Virgil looked away "What do you want?" his words slightly slurred.

"Have you been drinking?" Alan asked as he approached his brother. He caught sight of Virgil's bloody wrist and immediately grasped it, putting pressure on the wound "You're cutting yourself!" he said a little louder than he meant to.

"What does it matter" Vigil said as he looked at the clock. He gave a laugh "every year" he whispered as he leaned back and let Alan wrap his arm "every year I either chicken out or someone stops me" a tear spills out of his eye "every year she dies alone. Every year I kill her"

"No" Alan said "you didn't kill her"

"Don't you dare say it was an accident" Virgil shouted as he pulled away from the blond "I could have prevented it!"

"Well then it is as much my fault as it is yours" Alan snapped, his pent up emotions breaking free "She would have made it out if she didn't have to eject my seat" He grabbed the elder Tracy's arms "It doesn't matter, she wouldn't blame us anyway"

"Let go of me" Virgil shouted as he pulled away, he stumbled back and fell to his knees. His hand caught the truck to stabilize himself. "You don't get it, there is only one emergency switch in the cockpit and it should have ejected BOTH seats" he stopped "I did this, the mechanical failure was my fault" he said as he buried his head in his hands "I killed my sister"

Alan paged Scott as Virgil muttered the same phrase over and over again. Then he knelt beside his brother, placed his arm around him and allowed his own tears to fall.

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