So the winning prompt was: Disaster on Tracy island but I managed to tie in whump for almost everyone!

Bad luck seemed to run in the Tracy family, especially on birthdays.

After the failed surprise party for Virgil's birthday two months previously, they finally managed to successfully throw a surprise party for Brains. Their resident engineer was ecstatic that they had remembered and even more ecstatic when he learned that Grandma Tracy had NOT made the cake.

Kayo was flying back in thunderbird shadow but due to a storm had told everyone to start without her whilst she continued her way back.

"Just crouch down a little more their Alan so we can see Gordon a little better in the back," Grandma Tracy called out, adjusting the focus on her camera.

The boys had decided to get a group shot on the cliffside and were arranged perfectly for her newest photo for the family albums.

Brains, in his purple striped party hat was grinning profusely, obviously loving being part of the group again.

"That's perfect! Now just hold still you boys".

Poising to make sure that the shot was absolutely perfect one last time she paused at the sound of a small rumble.

Apparently the boys had noticed as well and Alan was craning his head to try and figure out where the deep rumble was resonating from. John frowned slightly as he began to feel a minute tremor beneath his boots and his eyes widened in fear as he turned to grab on to his oldest brother.

"Scott-"

That was as far as he got before the ground beneath him collapsed and he became weightless with barely time to scream.

The world was shaking.

The sea was churning.

A loud roaring noise had penetrated his eardrums and sent his head pulsing painfully. What was going on?

He could hardly tell where was up and where was down as the ground shook relentlessly and various screams rose above the cacophony.

A moment later Alan was hitting the shaking ground and curling in to fetal position in the hopes of somehow finding comfort in the confusion.

It seemed like forever before the blurring colours and shaking earth dissipated and Alan was left panting and wide eyed on the grass, clutching at himself in a vain attempt for protection.

His muddled thoughts began to clear when the worried face of his older brother Virgil filled his vision.

"Alan!" He realized his brother had been shouting for some time.

"Y-yeah Virgil, w-what happened?"

"Earthquake, and a big one at that," Virgil growled, eyes dark and grim as he surveyed their situation.

Attempting to sit up Alan gasped at the sudden flare of pain in his wrist, remembering that he had landed on it during his fall.

Immediately it was being trapped and carefully looked over by a mother henning Virgil who winced in sympathy when the deep emerging bruising and clearly broken bone was testament to his scrutiny.

"You've broken your wrist Alan and I know it hurts but I need you to go carefully to the edge of the cliff and see if you can see the others, I've sprained my ankle and I can't really move," Virgil ordered, shaking Alan gently to get him to focus.

Eyes flashing with fear at the thought of his brothers having gone over the edge, Alan scrambled upwards, passing his grandma who appeared to be fine but clearly in shock by her lax face and halted motion.

Reaching the edge of the cliffside he lay flat on his stomach and glanced over the edge carefully, almost shrieking at the sight that beheld him.

"Alan, can you see them?"

Clearing his throat and blinking back sudden tears he turned his head to holler back at Virgil.

"Scott and John are down there on a ledge but John's unconscious and I think Scott is too!"

Straining his ears for the sound of his brothers voices he caught sight of two figures surfacing from the churning waves. The both of them splashed frantically for a few moments before one swam over to the other to help steady them.

"HELP!" Came the faded cry from below after a few moments had elapsed.

Zeroing in on the figures Alan huffed out a breathe of relief as he identified Gordon's orange shirt far below.

"It's Brains! He landed in the water but he seems to be okay, and Gordon' with him as well! He's pointing for the beach so I think they're going to swim for it," Alan reported to Virgil swiftly, his heart soaring at the thought of having at least one brother and their family friend moving towards safety. Now to help the others.

"That's good Alan, but do you think you could try and wake up Scott or John?"

Swallowing his worry Alan voiced his consent to Virgil's order and began the tough process of trying to help his beloved brothers from so far away.

Scott's head was pounding away as if Virgil's fists were in his brain.

He grimaced as he blinked his eyes open blearily, trying to ignore the incessant garbled words being shouted at him, everything seemed to be out to remind him of his aching head.

As he shifted he realized blearily that not only was it his aching head an issue, but his ribs were pushing painfully in his chest, and he just knew that one was broken.

"ugh," he grunted unintelligibly, managing to swallow down his sudden nausea and sit up against the hard rock wall.

Wait, rock wall?

Blinking the blurriness out of his eyes, the pain flared in his head as his mind tried to process that large amount of stimuli suddenly pouring in.

He was not at the party.

He was injured.

And the incessant sound in his ears had sharpened in to the terrified voice of his baby brother Alan.

Glancing upwards he realized what had happened.

The cliffside had broken away when the earthquake had hit and he had fallen down and landed on a ledge.

"Alan?" He croaked roughly.

The small pale face up above was split with a smile and an excited voice yelled back at who he assumed was Virgil.

"Scott's awake!"

One thought occurred to him as he peered up at Alan.

John had been clutching his arm in panic when they had fallen so where was he? Gordon and Brains had been behind him and where were they?

His foot brushed something solid and his pain filled gaze sharpened to spot his middle brother laying unconscious in front of him, blood dried all over his face from a nasty gash on his temple. Berating himself for not having noticed him sooner, Scott scooted closer to check out his middle brother.

"Scott! I need you to check on John but stay put, Kayo will come and lower a harness in Thunderbird Shadow when she arrives in half an hour, will you be okay till then?" Alan hollered from up above.

Pausing on his way to check on John he glanced up at his baby brother for a quick moment.

"Yeah Alan, we'll be fine down here".

He did not add the silent I hope

Shaking his head to clear himself of his negative thoughts and ignoring the sharp ache that produced he bent over his brother and put a tentative hand on his brother's cheek, breathing shallowly to stave off the sharp pains in his chest.

He had to get John to wake up.

"Johnny? Can you wake up for me?" He asked, tapping his brother's cheek gently.

No response.

Brows furrowed in concern he wracked his brain to try and remember what Virgil used to do when he was trying to bring people around. Sternum rub! That was it.

Forming his hand in to a fist he pressed on the sensitive area and elicited a small groan from his brother whose face scrunched up in discomfort.

"Come on Johnny, I know you don't like it but if you don't open your eyes I'll have to do it again," Scott implored, hoping his brother would respond more positively.

His patience was rewarded when hazy blue eyes cracked open slightly to stare up at him in confusion.

"Scott?" John asked roughly, squinting up at his older brother.

Sighing in relief Scott gently helped John to sit up and shuffled behind him so the two of them were leaning up against the cliff wall.

"Yeah bro, I'm here. You remember what happened?"

John's brow furrowed, his normally perfectly styled hair is disarray.

"The earth was shaking?" He muttered after a moment, leaning further in to Scott's side only to pull back at his brother's hiss of pain.

"Scott? Where are you hurt?" John asked quickly, blue eye wide with concern and guilt.

Putting a consoling hand on his brother's shoulder Scott smiled briefly at his worried sibling.

"It's alright, I've just got a broken rib or two, you didn't do any harm. I may have a slight concussion but I'll bet you do too. Where are you injured?"

John ran his hands over himself, checking out all his limbs one by one, only to yelp in pain when he moved his left leg.

"I don't know for sure but I reckon my left leg is broken or at least deeply bruised," John hissed through gritted teeth, closing his eyes against the sudden pain.

A warm arm encircling his shoulders had them opening again as Scott pulled him closer.

"We'll get help soon Johnny, but for now how about the two of us try not to shift around too much and injure ourselves further. I barely see you anymore, how about we catch up while we wait for Kayo to get here?" Scott suggested jovially.

Huffing out a small laugh, John settled back, making sure not to jostle his leg or Scott's ribs as he did so.

"What do you want to know?"

"I don't know, how's the weather up there in space?"

"Really, Scott? Really?"

I was pressed for time today so it may be a bit of a short fic. Do you want a part two? If not here are the options:

1. Part two of this fic

2. Intruder on Tracy Island + a brother hostage

3. au. You guys can have input as to what that au is.