Look who it is! Yes, it's me, Kat, the evil person who has decided to be mean and leave you all with a cliffhanger. Aren't I nice? Lol.

Well, I guess you're all waiting for the next chapter, so here you go. Just want to say thanks to Sunny7777 and Smish123 and Guest for your amazing reviews!

Here you go!


Alan sat in Thunderbird 3 and stared out at the outline of the Hospital on the horizon. He knew Virgil hadn't meant to snap at him: his older brother wasn't normally the one in charge, so he was bound to be stressed out, but he couldn't help but feel hurt that Virgil had taken it out on him.

He hadn't even been going to ask if Gordon could fly '3 by himself. He trusted his partner in crime with his Thunderbird, hell, Gordon had flown the rocket many times in the past, so he thought Virgil had been rather unfair with jumping to conclusions. What he'd been going to ask, was which hospital he was meant to be flying to, as there were two in the area.

Damn, that brought his thoughts back to Scott. And he'd been trying to hard not to think of his elder brother's injuries. And then there was John, who had mild concussion, but was still able to think straight. After a rest for a couple of hours, he'd be fine.

Alan couldn't help it. He found his fingers straying near his watch, to contact John. Gordon was out of contact, for some weird reason, and he was NOT going to speak to Virgil. He refused.

He sighed, drawing a hand through his hair. He was going to have to talk to the medic in the end, he knew that, he just wanted to give Virgil time to cool off.

That wasn't true, and he knew it. He was just sulking, hurt by the argument. And the added pressure of having his father missing and having two of his brothers inured, oh, and one annoyed with him, he was just...

"What the-" Alan yanked back on the controls. A moment later, where he had been landing, a large black land rover pulled out of the bushes.

"Weird," he murmured. And then he saw the missile aimed right at him. And heading right for him. And getting rather close.

He pulled Thunderbird 1 up sharply, gaining altitude far quicker than was safe. Glancing out his window, he frowned. He was above the clouds. Time to use the "Fly" as he and Gordon had nicknamed the remote controlled camera that Scott had been trying out for Brains.

Peering at the footage the "Fly" was broadcasting to him, he realised with a jolt that the missile had never been meant to hit him. It was meant to distract him to get him out the way. And he'd fallen right into their trap.

And they were heading for the hospital.

He had to warn Virgil!


In the cabin of Thunderbird 2, John blinked. He hadn't thought he'd fallen asleep, but clearly he had. Well at least his supposed concussion had gone.

Yawning, he pulled himself out of the chair, wondering where the blanket that had been draped over him had come from.

Virgil, he thought to himself. Well, at least his immediate younger brother wouldn't have to deal with everything by himself now. John was ready to help him.

If he'd been on '5 or if Mobile Control had been salvageable from the explosion, then he could probably have been able to override the system and bring back the radio transmission.

No wonder there had been that explosion, he realised. It had been meant to take out Mobile Control.

And Alan, a little voice in his head announced. He ignored it.

Anyway, there had to be a reason their watches were working. So the watches didn't work on the same network as the radios. So where did they work from?

Of course. It was on Penelope's system. That was so damn obvious.

So if he contacted Penelope and rewired the radio while she was talking, when he activated the radio, it would automatically go onto her network.

He grinned to himself. "International Rescue, London. Calling International Rescue, London."

"John! Are you okay?"

"What the-" He hadn't been expecting to hear that voice! "Tin-Tin?"

"Yes." There was a small yelp over the radio and then:

"J-John? A-are you o-okay?"

He had never been so glad to hear that familiar stutter. "Brains. I'm fine. But..."

For the first time, he remembered what had happened. Scott...Virgil...Alan...the argument...Gordon flying '3. He stared at the radio, hating the fact that he wasn't able to speak to Brains face to face. And preferably without Fermat and Tin-Tin listening.

"John?"

Geez, the next time it'll be Parker talking! Are they all there?

"I'm still here Penelope," John muttered, connecting the wires in the radio, and cursing as a spark burnt his finger tip. "Keep talking," He ordered as he connected the last wire.

Holding his breath, he activated the radio.

Static. But then...

"John! We c-can see y-you!"

"And I can see you!" Fermat's excitement was catching.

"Our c-communications are b-back online!" Brains gasped. "John! Y-you've done it! You've d-done it!"

John, meanwhile was staring in horror as something that looked horribly like '1 plummeted from the sky.

"J-John?"

"Brains! Alan's in trouble!"

"John!"

"Alan?"

"What's happening?" Utterly confused, John stared bewildered as everyone started speaking at once until a horrified cry came through the radio:

"John! Come quickly."

The speaker was someone who didn't normally panic. And Virgil was definitely panicking.

"Johnny, please!"

He had to make a desiscion. He stared at 1 and then at the hospital and then Brains.

"John!" Alan was yelling.

And there was Brains trying to advise him.

And then there was Virgil, who was clearly panicking.

And there was another voice. John blinked, memories from earlier on '5 flooding back.

"John - what do I do? I can't get through to Al-" The connection was lost and the screen went dead. Alarms blaring in his ears, John glanced round, trying to figure out how to get control back to his Thunderbird.

"Thunderbird 3 to Thunderbird 5, requesting clearance for docking sequence."

"Negative - I don't have any control."

"I'm coming in anyway!"

"Gordon!"

He slammed down the air-duct, opening it just as a final alarm blared in his ears. Glancing up, he made to run towards his younger brother who know stood in the doorway, staring in horror at him.

"What-" he didn't finish. As everything went dark, the last thing he heard was Gordon yelling:

"John! No!"

John jolted back into reality.

"Johnny..." There was a cough and then a yelp of pain. "You...need to help...Virgil. They're coming for him."

"Gordon!" A gasp of horror came from Alan at the sound of pain in his brother's voice.

"W-what's going on?" Brains stammered, in confusion.

John leapt to his feet. Normally, up on '5 he didn't get much chance to join in with the rescues.

"Time to be a Thunderbird."


Alan pulled up just in time, skimming the ground, and circled Thunderbird 2. Two jet black helicopters came zooming after him, and he spun '1 round gaining more altitude.

The helicopters were still coming straight at him. Alan felt panic rising up inside him. In Thunderbird 3 he could pull off some crazy manoeuvres and fly with skill. He knew '3, '3 was his baby.

This wasn't his Thunderbird.

Alan was painfully aware of the fact. He wasn't able to fly '1 like Scott did. Damn it, he needed his older brother to be able to help him.

Now he was regretting not spending much time on the simulators like Jeff had always nagged him to.

As he swerved sharply, he found himself grinning, which was madness, given his current situation. But he couldn't help but be thankful that Gordon hadn't taken '1 instead of him.

There was only one thing he could do: land.

He circled, slowing down ten seconds before impact. And then landed.

For a moment he waited with bated breath. And then he heard the helicopters flying off.

Changing out of his IR uniform, he changed into causal clothes and sprinted over to '2. John glanced at him as he clambered into the green Thunderbird.

"Have you heard from Gordon or Virgil?" Alan asked.

John shook his head. "No. I'm going to check it out."

"Not like that." Alan pointed out.

John frowned at him. "What do you mean, not like that? What's wrong with me?"

Alan rolled his eyes. "You had '5's ceiling collapse on top of you. Don't you suppose that, just perhaps, you might have had a few cuts?"

John raised his eyebrows at him.

"Johnny, you have blood all over your uniform, they're going to think you're some sort of lunatic."

For the first time, John looked down at himself. "Oh...yeah."


Virgil frowned at his reflection. He'd bought casual clothes and had changed so that no one could see he was IR. Unless the nurse came back. That would be awkward...because she would recognise him and have him arrested as some sort of stalker.

Trying hard not yawn, he crossed to the café and ordered a coffee for Gordon. He wasn't thirsty, and Gordon would refuse to rest so, he would need something to give him energy.

"Excuse me," a pretty waitress smiled shyly at him "Um, I was wondering. Have I seen you somewhere?"

"Um..." He glanced around, wondering where she would have seen him before. She hadn't seen him earlier...Unless...oh no...

"I was caught up in an accident at a school a few months ago, I think I saw you there."

Virgil silently willed her to stop talking and to just give him the coffee.

The waitress frowned. "Maybe you were one of the firemen. Are you with the rescue services?"

"Yes, yes, I'm certainly with the rescue services," he agreed hastily. If only you knew, he thought, trying not to laugh.

"Oh well, thanks. Nice talking to you." She handed him the drink and he practically sprinted round the corner.

That was when he realised he had a problem.

Where actually were Gordon and Scott?

Oh. He grinned sheepishly down at the floor. Oh, that was stupid. He reached for his watch.

"Hey, Gordon. Where are you?"

He double checked the corridor, to find it deserted. So he was alone. Good.

"Gordon? Come in."

"I'm in Room 5."

"Okay." Jogging down the corridor, he checked the room numbers. Glancing through the window of Room 5, he stumbled backwards, shock making him instinctively reach for his watch.

"John, come quickly!"

His older brother wasn't replying.

"Johnny, please!"

Okay, don't panic, he told himself sternly. Although on the other hand, he thought as he opened door and took in the sight of Gordon putting himself between a gun and Scott, who was now conscious, and trying to stop Gordon protecting him, but not having much luck, panic.

"What's going on?" He gasped. And then time stopped for a moment.

Everything happened at once.

The door burst open and John and Alan dashing in.

Three gunshots ran out. One shattered the window, sending glass showering over Alan, whom John shoved to the floor.

Scott shoved Gordon to the side, trying to protect from line of fire and went to move when another man on the other side of the room pulled the trigger on his gun.

"Scott!" Alan yelled in horror as his brother collapsed to the ground with a groan.

Gordon stood frozen for a moment and as the men pointed the gun directly at him, Virgil launched himself through the air, just as the gun went off.

For a moment, he stared dumbly down at his chest unable to comprehend he'd just been shot.

He heard Gordon yell out and then pain shot through him. He stumbled backwards and collapsed into someone's arms. Somewhere in his mind, he was aware that it was John.

"No!" Alan was shouting in horror as he stared at his brother.

"Virgil! Come on, stay awake! Please!" John was yelling in his ears.

"John!"

Virgil looked up, with blurred vision, to see Alan cornered and Gordon pulling out his IR gun. Scott, who clearly hadn't been knocked out immediately when he'd been shot, stumbled forwards throwing himself on top of Alan. His terrified younger brother stared at the gun being pointed at him.

Darkness entered Virgil's vision. He had a daft idea that he wasn't going to be flying '2 for a while. John was still trying to keep him awake.

Gordon was pointing his gun directly at the two men. "Go," he murmured, quietly.

"Put that down, son," one of men announced.

"Oh, who cares? We're going anyway." The other muttered climbing out the window.

The remaining man smirked at Gordon, who tightened his hold on the gun. "Put that down, then I'll go."

"Why should I?" Gordon sounded calm but he was tense.

"Because of this," The man announced.

As Virgil sank closer to unconsciousness, fear raced though him, as he stared at the man.

"No. Please no." John was pleading with him. "Look, I don't know what you want, but leave him alone."

Virgil looked at where the gun was pointing and blinked, realising who John was asking not be shot.

The gun had been pointing at Alan, but Scott had thrown himself in front of him, so that Alan was safe, but now the gun was pressed to Scott's chest. Scott himself, who was loosing blood from the gunshot which had hit his shoulder, was trying to pretend he wasn't afraid, but Virgil knew his brother too well for that to work.

"Please," John murmured.

There was a loud clatter as Gordon's gun fell to the floor. He kicked it away, towards John. "Now let him go." The aquanaut demanded.

"Oh, you really believed me?" The man gave a cruel laugh. "That's really quite amusing."

Gordon gave a cry, realising what the man was about to do. Launching himself towards Scott, he tried to knock the gun out the guy's hands, but it was too late.

The gun went off.

Virgil sank into unconsciousness.

"No!" The three remaining Tracys yelled at the same time.

John lowered Virgil to the floor as Gordon sank to the floor next to Scott.

"Sorry," Gordon whispered to his un-moving brother. "Oh, Scotty, I'm so sorry..."


Okay...I'm going to go now...*dashes off to find a hiding place*

Sorry! That genuinely wasn't my idea! Looks at a certain friend... *ducks as a object of unknown origins comes sailing out the shadows*

If it's any comfort, I am feeling really sorry for Virgil and Scott too. And Gordon, who appears to be blaming himself. And John, for having all this pressure. And Alan, because he never got the chance to apologise to Virgil. And...well basically everyone!

Well, I will be back. Promise. This ain't the end. *gives an uncertain grin* No, really!

See you guys! Oh and you know what I'm going to say now, right?

REVIEW! Even if it's just about how furious you all are at me for letting Scott and Virgil get shot! *gives evil laugh*

It would make me VERY happy!

Thanks!

Love ya!

Kat x.