Disclaimer: Can't own. Too young.

Author's Note: I am so sorry. It's been nearly two months since I posted and the only thing I have to say for myself is that life caught up with me. All at once. So I say again. I am so so sorry.

Let it begin!

Scott's P.O.V

One wrong move.

That's all it took. One wrong move and both my brothers, the kid and me could be dead. But before Virgil could start rising up so I could get under him we needed to get a communicator down to the kid (God I need to start remembering names!)

'Scott?'

'Yeah, Virg?'

'Got the communicator. It's on it's way down.'

'F.A.B.'

Now here's hoping that kid can figure out how to work the communicator.

Henry's P.O.V

I was scared.

The first guy that rescued me was hanging below me and the second one was out cold by my side. With both of them out, who would rescue the rescuers?

My question was answered when a line with some sort of thing hanging off it was lowered from Thunderbird Two. As soon as I could reach it I grabbed it. It was beeping at me. I noted that one button was flashing so I pushed it. A voice started talking to me.

'Hello?'

'Who's that?'

'I'm a Thunderbird. What's your name?'

'Henry.'

'Henry, is the man with you awake?'

'No.'

'Okay. In a few mintues we're going to lift the platform up a bit. We're going to need you to hold on. Can you do that?'

'Sure thing Mr American.'

'Mr American?'

'Well I don't know your name and you sound American. So I gave you that name.'

'…Thanks. Now hold on tight, got it?'

'Yup.'

As for who would save the rescuers. Why, their team of course!

John's P.O.V

As soon as I signed off talking to Henry, I started laughing. Mr American? Only a kid could call anyone that and get away with it.

'Care to share as to what's so funny?' Dad asked.

'Just something Henry said.'

'Is he really?'

'Yep. But Gordon is out cold.'

'Damn! This is going to make this that much harder.'

'Yeah, well Dad. We are the Thunderbirds. We do hard everyday.'

Thanks for the tip Scott. You really?'

'As I'll ever be.'

'Alright. Here we go.'

'F.A.B'

'Good luck guys.' I whispered.

Alan's P.O.V

Beep. Beep.

God that was annoying. I'll have to talk to John about it when I got out of here.

Beep. Beep.

If I got out of here.

Beep. Beep.

Man I was out of it. I could swear that the platform was moving up.

That was Alan's last thought as the blackness over took his mind.

Scott's P.O.V

Waiting is something no Tracy does well. But I did it worse as I had so much experience at it. But what else do you expect with four younger brothers and a working Dad? Not that I blame him or anything…

'Scott!' A voice broke into my thoughts.

'What?'

'We're ready when you are.'

'F.A.B.'

T.B.C….

Author's Note: Alright next chapter the story continues. And I am so sorry for the delay.

Now I would normally thank my reviewers but I have to get off the computer so I'll do that next time!

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