Okay, here's chapter four. Thank you again to everyone who has been reading, reviewing, favouriting and alerting both his story and myself as an author. Anyway, enjoy.


"When did you last see him?" Jeff asked, attempting to keep his cool head. It took a lot to make the Tracy Patriarch lose it, yet they were all walking on a thin thread this moment, none of them pulling or towing it as could hardly be expected of them at a time like this. Everything they'd been used to had been dug up and completely uprooted.

"It's a slightly complicated story, but he was definitely in his room before I went to the beach. Definitely," Gordon explained, skimming around the question.

John – luckily – had a more direct answer, "About two hours ago, father.

"He could have gone anywhere."

"Why would he?" The oldest Tracy and only living female of the family queried.

"Maybe he just needed some space like I suggested," Gordon emphasised as he sat down on the sofa next to Grandma, the strain catching up to him and causing him to suddenly feel weary, so he decided to back out of the conversation.

"But wondering off around the island is a little extreme isn't it?" Scott tied to reason.

John shrugged, "Alan must have his reasons."

"Whatever the reason, right now we just need to find him," Jeff finally interrupted. "Gordon, take Tin-Tin with you, look around the Island. Scott, John, have a look around the house, he has to be here somewhere."

"Ok Dad." The boys headed for the door, Gordon heaving himself to his feet like he had after his crash. All of them entered the hall and made to go their separate directions.

"Gordon, keep it touch, let us know if you find him," Scott stated as he and John started off in the opposite direction to the younger.

"Sure," The swimmer replied, heading to the kitchen to fetch Tin-Tin, who put straightforwardly was unhappy to hear the news and took little time in leaving her father to making lunch. Kyrano though put lunch off though and instead reached for the coffee pot.

This may not have been an International Rescue mission, but it was a Tracy mission, one which would doubtlessly involve some amount of waiting.


"Where would I go?" John began to think. He thought of things Gordon had said Alan remembered, things he knew (from brief conversation the previous night), that Alan was aware of. Tin-Tin reported back to them to inform the eldest that she and Gordon had little luck so far in locating the youngest. Scott had searched most of the house and John most of the area outside, including the round house. Hours had passed and begun to eat well into the afternoon when Scott contacted him again.

"Any luck?" The field-commander enquired through their watches. John shook his head.

"No, nothing."

"Well I'm gonna' head to the lounge with Brains. You may as well join us. I'll see if Gordon and Tin-Tin have had better luck. I've searched house three times over."

"Ok Scott."

John was extremely tempted to check the roundhouse again, but he knew it was empty and a second look wouldn't change that considering he practically upturned it within the first. So it was with a heavy heart that he took the route back to the house.

How the idea came to him he would never be able to retell, but as it did and he theorised it couldn't hurt, he changed his course and decided it was worth a look. There was after all, nothing to lose.


"No Scott, we've had no luck so far, sorry."

"Ah, that's ok Tin-Tin." Scott's voice reflected her own feelings, yet his was far more drained, just one piece of proof that he wasn't fit and well.

"We've still got a few more places to search still. We'll keep you updated," He tried to sound hopeful, but he feared little of it transcended into his voice.

"Thanks Gordon," Scott replied before closing the communications link. Lowering his arm, Gordon sighed, kicking at the ground as they walked.

"What's wrong, Gordon?" Tin-Tin enquired as they made their around the shore.

"Nothing really, Tin-Tin," The red head answered. "I suppose this is just tiring me."

"Oh Gordon," It was all she said. The red head supposed that it was all she could think of.

"I don't blame Alan for this, but I just wish he could have stayed put."

"We'll find him."

"Even if we do, nothing changes," He commented. "Alan we'll still have holes in his memory. Virgil's is probably still completely out of it or we would have heard otherwise, Scott's been ordered to rest which is just going to grate on him until we end up fighting and Thunderbird Two is down."

"Try and be a little more hopeful, Gordon. There's plenty of time for things to get better."

Gordon just wasn't sure how much time it would take.


It had been a complete shot in the dark, an idea brought on by his desperation to find his baby brother. In all honesty it was one he should have thought of earlier and one he really wished he had, for Alan was there, staring up at the rocket he so often piloted.

"Alan," He started as he made his way over to the other blonde Tracy. "We've all been so worried." Alan just looked at him for a moment, cogs ticking over in his head as though he was attempting to place him somewhere. It took a few minutes before he said anything.

"Sorry," It had taken a few minutes before Alan gave this reply and John wasn't sure whether it was for not knowing him or taking so long.

"No, it's fine," He answered, just glad he'd found the younger. Something deeper twitched, telling him it wasn't, but he endeavoured to ignore it. Now wasn't the time. Alan had returned to looking at the red Thunderbird, but John was perfectly content to stand with him. For a moment the thought barely occurred to him that he should contact his father, brothers and Tin-Tin to inform them he'd found the missing son, yet it was banished when Alan spoke again, turning on him with one of those faces it was difficult to say no to.

"Can I fly Thunderbird Three?"

It probably shouldn't have come as much of a shock as it did. John just looked back at Alan for a minute though, a little unsure of what to say considering their equipment was meant to be used for rescues, "I'm not sure that's-"

"Please?" Alan smiled at him. It was a real smile as well, one of very few Alan had used since the crash and the first John had seen. "Not for long, I promise."

Alan was very convincing and after everything, John found it very difficult to say no. On a spur of the moment decision, he agreed, "All right, not for long and I'm coming with you."

"Ok, but I'm piloting."

"Whatever you say."


Gordon and Tin-Tin had been making their way back past the house when they heard and saw Thunderbird three take off. They seemed to share the same thought as they sped up and quickly headed towards the house.

"Scott", Gordon called as he saw the elder approaching the lounge. "Did you see that?"

The elder shook his head, "I heard it." Together they made their way into the lounge, Tin-Tin and Brains following them in. Jeff Tracy was sat at his desk as cool headed as usual.

"Dad, have we found Alan yet?" Scott enquired as he made his way towards their patriarch's desk.

"Yes," It seemed like magic word. "It's all right, John's got him."

Gordon moved closer to stand at Scott's side, "You are aware Thunderbird Three has just taken off right?"

"Yes, John cleared it with me a minute ago boys. Alan was in Three's silo and demanded a trip."
Scott breathed a sigh of relief as he sat down, "He'll be safe with John, he's a good pilot." Usually Scott would have no worries over Alan's skills as an astronaut as he'd made several trips with the youngest and had never seen him miss something.

"Alan's flying," Jeff informed his son without looking up from his numerous sheets of paperwork.

"What?" Scott rose to his feet, possibly a little too fast by the wince that followed. "Is that safe?"

"Alan's perfectly capable," Jeff reminded his eldest son.

"Yes if he can remember."

"I'm sure he will," Brains chipped in. "That's not something you easily forget."

"Your family isn't meant to be something you easily forget."

"Calm down Scott, you'll mess up your blood pressure."

"I'm really not in the mood for jokes, Gordon."

"Sorry," How much he meant the bitten out word he was unsure.

"If Alan doesn't remember who John is," Tin-Tin began, with hints of worry she was barely trying to conceal, "Isn't there a possibility he could freak out or something?"

"John said he seemed calm."

"But it's still possible," Scott remarked as he stormed from the room, seemingly taking the ability of conversation with him.

Gordon sat and leaned his head back, "Should we..?" It was only once he'd started speaking that he realised his wasn't quite sure what to say.

"No, leave him," Jeff told his fourth son. "We know where he'll be."

Gordon figured that was possibly for the best. After all, allowing Scott some time to clear his head could be beneficial for them all, "What about Alan and John?"

"John said they wouldn't be long. Just a short trip."

The silence that followed was killing. Brains and Tin-Tin had headed out to the balcony for some fresh air of their own, but Gordon had stayed put, too tired to move a muscle. Despite his bodies lack of will to move, his mind seemed perfectly willing to work over time, mulling over thoughts of this, that and everything. "Do you think they'll be all right?"

"John can handle Alan, and both of them are capable of handling Thunderbird Three." It was the only answer Jeff gave him, though Gordon wondered how it could really constitute as one.

He felt as though none of them knew anything anymore.


Chapter five should be up soon. Sorry for the delay, my internet completely crashed since Friday, so I couldn't upload this. Thank you for reading as usual and I hope you liked it.

The final part to 'Far Away' should be up tomorrow as well.