DISCLAIMER: I still don't own the Thunderbirds, and I still wish that I did.

A/N: Just want to give a BIG HUGE THANKS to Sam1 for being the bestest evil twin and beta I could ask for. To all the wonderful people that are reading this story and reviewing. THANK YOU for the reviews and KEEP READING! I hope you enjoy this chapter.

CHAPTER 11

Scott walked around in the ever growing darkness, gathering up items for a shelter, and things he would need to make a weapon. He hoped that he wouldn't need it, but if that demon was as determined as Summer said it was then he needed all the help he could get. "Damn," Scott said grimly. "I should have paid more attention to that Supernatural show that Gordy loves so much. I have no idea how to fight a demon."

Scott remembered watching a few episodes with Gordon. Gordon had been recovering from his hydrofoil accident at the time, and Scott had been sitting with him making sure that he didn't get bored. Smiling to himself, Scott remembered that a bored Gordon was a force to be reckoned with.

That little brother of his could get into the biggest of messes, but always seemed to find his way out of it smelling like a rose. Scott just wished that he knew how to do that himself. "Maybe I'll ask him to give me lessons, if I ever get out of this," Scott said to himself as walked back to the spot he'd picked out to place his shelter.

He had just finished putting the last touches on his shelter, when it suddenly grew quiet. Extremely quiet. So quiet that the hair on the back of Scott's neck prickled and shivers ran up along his skin. Scott went still and looked around him with all his senses on high alert, trying to gauge what was out there in the surrounding darkness.

Nothing moved. Not even the wind blew through the dead trees, and the water from the brook he'd found seemed to be muted as well. "What the hell is going on?" Scott asked himself as he continued to scan the area. "What's out there?"

He saw something coming at him from the corner of his eye. Before he could react, he found himself flying through the air and landing hard on his side, knocking the breath from him. Breathless, Scott immediately rolled and shoved himself to his feet and turned to face the next attack, but saw nothing in front of him.

He started to turn his head when he again caught a movement of darkness coming from his peripheral vision. Before he could turn toward the oncoming attack, he was again thrown through the air and landing on his back this time. "Okay, now I'm getting really pissed," Scott growled through his clenched teeth as he started to push himself up. He stopped halfway to sitting, as his brain and Air Force training kicked in. He realized that there was something about these attacks that he just couldn't figure out.

Knowing that he was leaving himself open for another attack, he tried to figure out what he was missing. There had to be a pattern to the attacks that he wasn't seeing. "Wait," Scott thought to himself as something suddenly dawned on him and had the pieces to this particular puzzle falling into place. "It's always attacking from my blind side, but I always catch a glimpse of it from my peripheral before it happens."

Realizing what he had to do, Scott pushed to his feet and as he straightened up prepared himself for another attack. He had lifted a broken tree branch from the ground and held it close to his side as he rose up. As soon as he had his balance he caught the dark movement again from his peripheral vision and without even thinking for a second swung with all his might to that side.

The branch connected and a rage filled scream of pain enveloped the dark sky. Scott knew that the demon, in order to actually attack him, had to become a solid mass instead of that inky black exhaust looking stuff. So he'd taken a chance that his makeshift club would actually connect. The branch broke and the momentum spun Scott around causing him to trip on a tree root and fall. He fell face first but caught himself and rolled, placing his feet under him so that he was facing the demon and he rose to a crouch.

Seeing the demon writhing on the ground a few steps away from him, Scott looked around for another weapon. Finding a rock with a significantly sharp edge to it, Scott picked it up but never took his eyes off the creature on the ground. "Aww," Scott smirked as he stepped towards the demon. "I bet that didn't tickle, now did it?"

Raising the rock above his head, Scott made to slam it down on the demon's head, but right before it connected the demon disappeared and reappeared a few feet behind him. Scott spun around expecting to be attacked, but the demon just stared at him with a cold rage in its glowing red eyes. It suddenly became solid again and in a somewhat human looking form, before it spoke.

"You think that you have all the answers, Scott Tracy, but you don't. You will eventually let down your guard and I'll be there to take your soul when you do. You're going to be my greatest victory. Bringing down the oldest son of the great Jeff Tracy is going to be the one thing that will give my Master a reason to let me go. I'm going to replace myself as his servant with you, my pet. You're going to be my salvation and I'm going to send you to a hell you will never escape from."

The demon laughed before continuing. "My Master will enjoy breaking you. You will do horribly evil things and I'll be on the other side, watching your soul destroy itself bit by bit. So enjoy this short reprieve, my pet, I will be back and you will not be so lucky the next time." With those words echoing into the darkness around them, the demon dissolved and disappeared from sight.

"O-okay then," Scott sighed as he dropped to the ground trembling from the adrenaline leaving his body. Letting his head hang for a few moments he tried to process everything that had happened in the last few minutes and what the demon had told him.

"Summer, I could really use some help here. I have no idea what I'm dealing with and how to fight this thing. Oh, and God, Great Spirit, or whoever you are, I really don't want to be here anymore and would like to go home now, if you don't mind," Scott said as he paused and waited a moment to see if he would get some sign or answer. Nothing changed in those few moments, so with a sigh he said, "Yeah, I had a feeling that you'd say that. A big ole NOTHING!"

Pushing himself back to his feet, he made his way slowly back towards his shelter. He knew that it was going to be a long time before he got any sleep. He knew that he needed it so that he could function, but with that thing out there looking to take his soul, he just wasn't sure he'd be able to get any. He was also feeling the bruises forming on his body from being thrown around like a rag doll. "Yep, he thought to himself, it's definitely going to be a long night. That is if time here was the same as it was back in the real world."

Getting back to his shelter, he started a small fire and crawled over to the bedding of leaves and moss he'd made and lay down. He decided that catnaps were probably going to be the best thing, in case that demon came back. So, Scott closed his eyes and tried to sleep as the eerie sounds of the Shadowlands filled the darkness.

Back in the hospital ICU unit, Jeff and his sons all waited impatiently as the nurses and Doc Steven worked on Scott. His vitals had started to drop and he had begun to convulse, but seemed to be much better now as everyone worked on him. John and Virgil had held him down the best they could so that he wouldn't injure himself more until the nurses and Doc had come rushing in. Once Doc and the nurses had arrived they made them all step outside while they worked on Scott and checked him over to see what was causing it.

Virgil, being the most medically trained, immediately worried about Scott's airway and his neck fracture. He didn't say anything to the others, because everyone was stressed enough as it was, but he was seriously concerned. He just prayed that Scott hadn't hurt himself further during the convulsions.

After a few minutes, Doc came out and told Jeff and Scott's brother's that he was stable again and that he couldn't explain what had happened. Nobody seemed to be able to tell them what had happened. "Everything looks fine, Jeff," Doc said as he raked a hand through is graying brown hair. "He's been stable since the surgery and there are no signs of anything causing him distress. All his vitals are good now, and he's basically still the same. He's still holding his own, so we'll just keep a closer eye out and see if it happens again. Hopefully it won't, but with the types of injuries we're dealing with, we just don't know what could happen at this point."

Jeff didn't say anything as he listened to Doc. He was too upset and his throat wouldn't work because he was fighting to hold back the tears and fear that he was losing his son. He looked up as Doc placed a hand on his shoulder. "You and the boys head on back in there, Jeff. He's stable now, and he seems to be more stable when you and the boys are with him."

Nodding slightly to his boys, Jeff hung back as John, Virgil, Gordon and Alan made their way back into the room. Jeff watched as each brother leaned over and touched Scott's face, before leaning over to place a gentle kiss on his forehead. Normally, none of his boys would be caught dead showing that kind of affection in a public place, but when one of them was hurt, that was a whole other story.

Looking from the scene in the room, Jeff looked back at his old friend and finally finding some semblance of a voice, whispered "Thank you, Steven. You have no idea how glad I am that you are here." Then turning Jeff Tracy made his way back into the ICU unit and to Scott's side where he lifted his son's hand, placed a gentle kiss on it, and then leaned down to his ear. "Come back to us, Scotty," Jeff whispered. "Please come back to us."