Disclaimer: I do not own any of the franchises shown in this fic, Thunderbirds or otherwise. Also, the title does indeed come from Phineas and Ferb: Across the 2nd Dimension, as does the idea. I hope you enjoy.
Chapter One
He hit the ground hard, with a thud and a crack from his arm that he was certain he was going to feel later. The weight on top of him drove the air from his lungs, and he wasn't certain, but he was fairly sure he hit his head on the ground just a little too hard.
"Who the heck are you?!"
That…what?
Virgil blinked a few times, trying to get the world back in focus and feeling Alan roll off the top of him. He sucked in a breath, screwing up his eyes as his arm suddenly screamed in pain. Broken then. That wasn't good.
"Alan Tracy."
No, Alan. You don't just give your name… Virgil blinked again, trying to focus but having difficulty.
"No. I'm Alan Tracy."
What?
"G-guys. We d-don't have time for th-this."
The stutter was familiar, but the voice was too young. And the kid that claimed he was Alan Tracy was also too young sounding. Virgil rolled to his hands and knees, left arm held to his chest uselessly. He looked up, blinking at the three kids standing in front of the two of them, Alan crouched next to him, hand on his shoulder. An absent part of his mind registered that the laser cannon usually mounted to his shoulder had broken off at some point.
His back ached and his lungs were struggling to pull in an adequate amount of air. The grip on his shoulder tightened, just a bit. "Virgil?" Alan whispered.
The three kids were looking panicked. And one looked like a younger version of Alan. He glanced around the area, noticing the giant machines…and Thunderbird Two…only not his Thunderbird Two.
Weird.
But then…there'd been that portal. Thing.
The Alan in front of them was staring, eyes flicking between his Alan and himself and the other two kids who were frantically watching the elevator.
"Okay," Virgil rasped, shaking his head again. "There was a portal," he said, and his Alan jerked a bit, coming to the same conclusion he had. "We're Virgil and Alan Tracy from what I'm guessing is a different world. What's going on? Quickly now."
Other Alan just nodded, biting his lip and holding out a hand to his Alan, helping him up. "Some guy called The Hood shot a rocket at Thunderbird Five and now my family is all trapped up there and headed for re-entry, and the Hood is trying to kill us."
Virgil let his eyes shut, just for a moment, and he took a deep breath to control his own spike of panic and pain. "Okay. Okay. Alan, go with them. I'll try to…I don't know." He didn't know what he would do. He didn't know this world or what was happening. But he had to try and get Alan—his Alan—safe. And sending him with the other kids sounded better than trying to keep Alan with him, since his arm was busted and his head wasn't seeming to work right.
"Virgil," Alan said, voice wavering, just a little.
"We'll figure it out, Allie," Virgil murmured, hauling himself to his feet. "But now we have to deal with their Hood." He unstrapped the computer from his broken arm—being ambidextrous was great sometimes—and wrapped it around Alan's wrist. Alan's own computer was sporting a broken screen; Virgil had a feeling it wasn't up to working. "Go."
He'd used The Voice. The voice that Scott used when he expected to be obeyed regardless of what the order was. Alan faltered for just a second, eyes wide, but he did as he was told.
He watched as the kids ran, the one called Fermat (who would name their kid Fermat?!) saying something about emergencies and distractions and…
Virgil shook himself, hating the fact that his head was splitting with pain just as much as his arm was. Not a concussion, he'd had enough to know he didn't have one now, but still distracting. And the lift was active, bringing down a man that was larger than him and a few other goons.
Great. This Hood had minions. Why did every Hood have to have minions?
He slipped back into the shadows.
They would figure this out. But…later.
Notes: This fic is not like my last one. It is not a bunch of interrelated one-shot stories, but one long one that's going to get a little convoluted. Most of my headcannons that I showed in Living Like Kings are the same in this fic except for the ones explicitly stated otherwise (such as birth order of the brothers, which I get into later). As I am currently on bedrest from surgery (which went well, thank you to all who sent their well-wishes), I am hoping to be able to write the entirety of this fic over the course of the next two weeks. We will see if that happens or not. (I'm not entirely hopeful, but still.) Strap in folks. This is bound to be a wild ride.