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Alan's P.O.V.

I woke up. The pressure on my chest had almost completely gone away but I felt just as bad as before.

Carefully I looked through my eyelashes. The world danced before my eyes and it took a while before I could focus enough to really see something.

"Hello there." A man with stubble beard and whiskey-breath, stared down at me, why was I on the ground? He gave me encouraging a smile, but he looked like a rat, a sneaky rat. "Can you tell me your name? And do you know where you are? "

"Alan." My voice cracked and I noticed that I was thirsty. My lips were dry and I had trouble swallowing. "My name is Alan Tracy. My big brother Scott was taking me to the hospital." I muttered looking around for my family. "But this isn´t a hospital, is it?" I looked at the stuff surrounding me. My back was resting against a wall and I sat on a cold floor. On my right arm was some kind of bandage. What? I noticed that I had no shirt on and my meter was still in place. The numbers weren´t that bad but still. 'Where am I" I asked drowsy.

"At my place, welcome to your own personal hell." He rose up. "I'm going to ask you a few questions and you are going to answer them honestly. Remember, it could safe your life. I m going to ask the same questions to your brothers and if they don´t give me the same answer, you will get punished. There are a few rules here. Number one. Pay attention at all time. There will be no crying. There will be no screaming. You don´t complain, you listen to me, and you will answer me immediately when I ask you a question. Got it? "

"But ..." I began, but a slap in my ribs cut me of and made me gasp in pain.

"Understood?" I nodded this time. Apparently it was a reason to take another blow in the stomach. "We respond with Yes, sir. Understood? "

"Yes sir." I said, and there were tears on my cheeks.

"You don´t cry." A blow to my head. Black spots became larger until everything went black. The last thought was of my father really didn´t care about me. Would he know that I was missing? Will my brothers come and save me?

...

John P.O.V.

Two weeks. For two weeks now, the whole world was looking for the youngest Tracy.

During these weeks, was Scott almost never at home, just to take a shower and change and he was gone again. He was most of the time, on his own looking for Alan, or arguing with our father. Dad called in every favor he had. FBI, CIA, even the Secret Service was looking for Alan. Tintin looked from Thunderbird 5. She was looking for a trace, no matter how small, just something we could go on. Virgil, Gordon and Brains tried to keep the Thunderbirds busy as far as possible. The World needed the Thunderbirds, but we couldn´t do it without Alan.

And I ... I ran from my father to Scott and back. Dad felt so guilty for his actions concerning Alan. And I gave him no wrong, He messed uo. But we were all wrong, not only dad. The last few weeks, we found out more about Alan´s life than over the entire year. To to mention a few things, his kidneys, world records, grades who went up, he was tutoring kids, flying lessons, driving lessons. Everyone felt guilty. But Scott went to the extreme. He almost accused pap that it was his fault. The kidnapping.

"John ..." Scott came into my room. "I'm going to Wharton Academy. Alan spent much time there. I want to go to his room. See if I could find something."

"Are you sure?" I looked at him searchingly. He has certainly lost a lot of weight and he looked tired. I could not let him fly like. He will fall asleep behind the wheel. "Shall I come along with you?"

He shrugged, turned around and walked out of my room. Almost falling over his own feet. I´m so going with him

An hour later I was sitting behind the wheel. I had Scott laying in the back. Making him believe that he needed vitamin shot, Virgil had him give a small sedation on my request. A few hours sleep would do him good.

I had phoned Lady Penelope, she had come to watch over Dad, making sure he ate and slept. She was one of the best secret agents of England and Thunderbird as one of us was injured. She was the only one who could change dad´s opinion.

To Gordon and Virgil, I told that Scott and I would be gone a week couldn´t be reached except in case of emergency. Then they should track our Thunderbird watches.

I made sure to let Wharton know that we were coming.

We landed a few hours later with Scott still in a deep sleep.

As quietly as I could I put the small airplane in the hanger. An employee of the airport opened the door for me.

Just when I wanted to greet him, a small arrow hit me in my arm. "Wha?" I mumbled and fell away in complete darkness.

Mhahaha (evil laugh...)

Next chapter, what happened with John, Is Alan okay?

Tomorrow is a dutch holiday, sinterklaas. We exchange present and stuff so I don´t know if I can update then...

But I´ll update soon. pinky°promise