Good morning, everyone!

I know what you're probably thinking. Wasn't there a fanfiction with this title several years ago? And didn't she start a rewrite after deleting the original? Well, I wasn't happy with that direction and my inspiration has run dry. Watching reruns of the show didn't help. So, here I am.

I want to give a shoutout to whoever archived the original fanfiction.

It's undergoing a massive rewrite. I've rated it T at the moment until I decide whether or not I want to keep certain scenes I included in the original. I'll make my mind up when I get to that point.

I'm also posting this on AO3, so if you wanna give me double loving, it will always be appreciated.

Everyone knows the drill. I own nothing aside of original characters and plot points. I bow to the creative genius that is Gerry Anderson. (He actually died as I was writing the original.) Rest in peace, mate. You're a legend.

This is based on the original series, not the reboot. (Although, I've had some ideas of my own about that.)

So, ENJOY!


Jeff Tracy wandered through the halls of Kessler Trauma Centre, searching for the Trauma Medical Director. He had come here with a specific purpose in mind, but he couldn't exactly divulge what that purpose was.

While he loathed his status as a celebrity, Jeff couldn't deny that there were times when it came in handy. Especially since he could use it – and his well-established philanthropy work – to discuss donations to the hospital.

He had managed to convince the Chief of Medicine that he wanted to donate money towards expanding their trauma centre. Something he had seen from when Gordon had his hydrofoil crash was trauma centres were among the most vulnerable financially in a hospital. Something about an increase in the level of uncompensated care without the increase in funding to compensate for it, leaving trauma centres vulnerable to further economic instability and compromising resource allocation as well as the quality of patient care.

But to sweeten the cherry on top, so he could achieve his desired objective, he requested to talk to a trauma surgeon so he could get a first-hand account on where the money would be most beneficial. Especially in a place like Kessler Trauma Centre, which is the only full-service trauma facility available in the area of Rochester, New York.

Fortunately, the Chief of Medicine was quick to push Dr. Indiana Evans, who so happened to be the person he wanted to talk to. Despite her young age, she was considered to be one of the best trauma surgeons in the country.

A brief look into her file informed Jeff that the young woman had been accepted into the Rochester Early Medical Scholars (REMS) program at the University of Rochester; an impressive feat when taken into consideration how competitive the program is and the limited number of spots available. (Last Jeff had heard, there were only 8-10 spots available, but that could have changed.) She left behind her life in Boston to complete this program.

As part of her acceptance into the program, Indiana completed both her undergraduate studies and her post-graduate studies at the University of Rochester. Benefits of the program included funding for summer research, hands on experience in clinics and labs, and exemption from the MCAT, as all students admitted to REMS are given a conditional guarantee of admission to the MD Program. Essentially, the program streamlined the process for medical school admission and provided several distinct advantages for those who were lucky enough to be accepted into the program.

Further notes told him that Indiana took advantage of the well-rounded education Indiana was given when she was at the University of Rochester, eager to expand her knowledge and become the best doctor she possibly could (something that paid off, from what Jeff had heard).

After completing her general surgery residency, she completed a Surgical Critical Care Fellowship, a one-year fellowship program in trauma and critical care surgery. She quickly rose to become one of the best-known trauma surgeons in the country.

"Dr. Millers?" Jeff inquired as he approached the middle-aged woman.

"Ah, yes, Mr. Tracy," Dr. Millers smiled as she shook the hand he offered, "I would like to take this moment to apologize for the inconvenience you're about to experience. Unfortunately, Dr. Evans got called into an emergency surgery. Gunshot wound to the abdomen."

"That's perfectly alright," Jeff reassured her politely, "I was fully prepared for her to be called away at a moment's notice. The reality of a trauma surgeon."

"Especially at the only full-service trauma facility in the region," Dr. Millers remarked dryly, "I am so thankful you are looking at giving a donation to the facility, Mr. Tracy. As you can see, it will be in good hands."

"I recall from the experience my son Gordon had after his hydrofoil accident," Jeff nodded in agreement, "One of the reasons he is alive and walking is because of his trauma team. I want to make sure everyone has access to the same quality of care my son received. One of the reasons I chose this hospital is because I know you do a lot of outreach to rural hospitals."

"Yes. We offer the RTTDC – Rural Trauma Team Development Course. We also provide the Advance Trauma Life Support course. Dr. Evans actually recently completed the certifications to become an instructor," Dr. Millers boasted, "She's always eager to learn and expand her skills."

"I understand she completed REMS," Jeff stated.

"Yes. One of the brightest doctors the University of Rochester has had the privilege of teaching," Dr. Miller boasted proudly, "I gave a guest lecture on trauma surgery, and she was an eager student. Showed considerable talent during her residency as well. May I ask why your interest in Dr. Evans?"

"I fear if I answer, you may not allow me to meet with her," Jeff responded coyly.

"You're looking to poach her!" Dr. Millers gasped mockingly, "Cannot say I'm surprised. We've had plenty of people trying to poach her in the past. I trust your desires are noble."

"Yes," Jeff reassured her, "I feel the best qualified to help a foundation dedicated to helping trauma centres around the world is a trauma surgeon. Part of the program is also providing surgeons to rural areas."

Before he knew it, Dr. Millers had pulled Jeff into her office. She looked him square in the eye, "Please don't insult my intelligence, Jeff. I know why you're here and what you're really doing. Why else would you be interested in a specific doctor?"

"I'm afraid you caught me," Jeff chuckled, "I do have ulterior motives, but they are no less altruistic."

"I know you asked me to take part in your organisation as an agent," Dr. Millers pointed out, "But why are you trying to poach one of the finest doctors this facility has ever seen?"

"Since you know what I am trying to do, I imagine you will understand why," Jeff stated pointedly.

Dr. Millers did. She had known Jeff for several years. She knew of the organisation he wanted to set up. And she loved the idea of it. She also knew why he was approaching her about the young Dr. Indiana Evans. They needed an onsite medic in emergencies, and they needed someone to take care of his sons – who would be operating the craft.

"I do not doubt she's the best person for the job," Dr. Millers relented, "But I must warn you. She might not be happy to simply be confined to an island becoming what is essentially a Primary Care Physician. She may demand to be taken into the field."

"I am prepared for that," Jeff chuckled, "And I am prepared to let that happen. My eldest son might be the problem. He takes his responsibilities very seriously. He may not like the idea of her risking her life if he deems it unnecessary."

"Sounds like they'll get along just fine," Dr. Millers snarked.

A knock on the door interrupted their conversation and her assistant walked in, "Dr. Millers, Dr. Evans has asked that you be informed of her delay. Unfortunately, the surgery is proving to be a bit more complicated than first thought. She'll also have to talk to the police."

"Thank you," Dr. Millers nodded before turning to the coffee machine, "Might as well have a coffee while we wait, Jeff."

"Nice job with the cover outside, by the way," Jeff praised.

"I'd be the last person to rat out what you're trying to do," Dr. Millers reassured him before warning him, "Dr. Evans also hates when kids are admitted to the trauma centre for reasons that aren't appendicitis or accidents."

"She's operating on a child?!" Jeff gasped in horror.


It took an indeterminate number of hours – at least, that's what it felt like to Dr. Indiana Evans – but she finally completed the surgery on little Sophia Michaels. The six-year-old girl was an unfortunate victim in a family dispute.

Now, Indiana could take a moment to breathe. And cry. Don't misunderstand her. The little girl survived. She will make a full recovery. Indiana worked very hard to make sure she did. She spent several hours trying to control the bleeding before ultimately having to perform a right lobectomy.

But to what purpose? There was every chance that the little girl could be forced to go back to the people who put her in this condition. Indiana knew that the police and CPS were called. It's mandatory in cases like this. She just hoped this didn't become an instance of a little girl getting lost in the system. Fortunately, the police officer she spoke to reassured her he would do his best to make sure that didn't happen.

None of that made things easier for her, though. She hated people who hurt kids.

"Dr. Evans," Maria, a long-time nurse and friend, spoke to her gently, "Don't forget Dr. Millers asked to see you."

"Thanks, Maria," Indiana sighed as she quickly looked at her reflection in the mirror, "Hopefully, it's not a rich donor looking to make me into their personal physician again."

"At least not someone like Grafton," Maria laughed with a cringe.

She did her best to not look so shaken up. Fortunately, the tear streaks weren't too noticeable after wiping her face with a cool cloth Maria provided. She slid on her doctor's coat over her scrubs, opting to change into her normal clothes after her shift. (At least she had time to change into clean scrubs.) Besides, she had to do her rounds after this meeting and she noticed the patients tended to be more comfortable when she wore scrubs and her coat.

"Ah, Dr. Evans," Dr. Millers greeted her as she walked in, "Allow me to introduce you to Jeff Tracy. He's a perspective donor. Mr. Tracy, Dr. Indiana Evans."

"Mr. Tracy," Indiana greeted with a nod as she shook his hand, "Your reputation precedes you."

"As does yours, I am told," Jeff complimented.

"I understand you have to do your rounds in a minute, Indiana, so I'll try not to keep you too long," Dr. Millers reassured her, "Mr. Tracy has come with a unique job offer for you. The first thing I need to tell you is the particulars of this offer means that this discussion cannot leave this room. You can only discuss it with Mr. Tracy and myself. Is that understood?"

"Yes," Indiana nodded, "Just tell me it's not the mob."

Jeff chuckled light-heartedly, "No, Dr. Evans. I have not joined the mob. And I'm not looking for a personal physician. At least, not the type you have been approached about in the past."

'Well, at least he's not Grafton,' Indiana thought to herself.

"Dr. Evans, I have gone quiet over the years because I am in the process of starting an organization. One that will save numerous lives when regular means cannot do so. The organisation is to be called International Rescue. My five sons will operate the machinery, including the Thunderbird craft, and I have a resident scientist responsible for making sure the Thunderbird craft are well-maintained. What this organisation needs is a doctor," Jeff began.

"What Mr. Tracy is saying is the organisation needs a doctor on-staff to make sure all members of the organisation are in peek condition and treat any injuries they may come across in the danger zone," Dr. Millers clarified to the confused young doctor, "There also may be the chance of you accompanying his sons into the field if the situation calls for urgent medical attention beyond the capabilities of paramedics or someone with basic medical training."

"Sounds like a lot," Indiana quipped, "How do you know I'm the best person for the job?"

"I took the liberty of having a friend of mine run a background check on you," Jeff revealed as he took out a file, "Indiana Charlotte Evans. Born September 7 2036 to David and Sarah Evans. You have a younger brother named Matthew and a sister named Linda. You are estranged from your mother, but maintain a close relationship with your father and siblings. You were one of the few students accepted into the REMS program at the University of Rochester, graduated at the top of your class, distinguished yourself in your residency, completed a fellowship in trauma surgery and are qualified to teach classes in Advance Trauma Life Support. You also possess a pilot's license for recreational flying."

"It still amazes me you found the time to do that," Dr. Millers remarked, "Considering how hard you work."

"It helps with the rural outreach," Indiana defended herself, "I can fly out to rural areas and provide what I hope is quality care."

"Everything I have here tells me that you are the best person qualified for the job," Jeff declared, "Unfortunately, there are some drawbacks that are more personal than professional. If you accept this job, you'll have to resign from your position here at the Trauma Centre. You will also come live with me and my family on Tracy Island."

Indiana tensed slightly at what Jeff had just told her. She had no qualms about leaving home. In fact, she left Boston behind when she got this opportunity in New York, and she has travelled to other states for medical conferences and professional development. And she had gone out of the country before, visiting family in England. But she never left on a permanent basis.

"You needn't worry about any hassles happening as well, Dr. Evans. I have taken it upon myself to raise my sons to be nothing but perfect gentlemen. I am sure Brains will enjoy having a fellow doctorate with him and Tin-Tin will not mind fellow feminine company. Close in age, anyway. You will be treated like family," Jeff proclaimed, "Which brings me to my next point. I am aware of your close relationship with your family, but regretfully, you cannot tell them the true circumstances behind your resignation. Your cover story will be joining a non-profit providing trauma centres to rural areas."

"This is a lot to take in, Mr. Tracy," Indiana began.

"Please, Dr. Evans. Call me Jeff. Mr. Tracy was my father," Jeff chuckled before reassuring her, "I'm not expecting you to make a decision right away. As you said, it's a lot to take in. You need time to think it over. Dr. Millers will know how to reach me when you have made your decision. I'll be in the area for the remainder of the week."

"Thanks," Indiana nodded as she stood up, "If you will please excuse me, I need to start my rounds."

"I'll join you once I've shown Mr. Tracy out," Dr. Millers told her.

Indiana nodded before she left. She tried to focus on her rounds – which she did – but the offer was always at the back of her mind. She didn't know what to do.


It took Indiana two days to make up her mind. Among this process was regular chats with Dr. Millers, the only person who knew of Indiana's conundrum and, therefore, the only person Indiana could talk about it with. Dr. Millers didn't disclose that she was going to become an agent for the organisation. All she knew was that Dr. Millers was a close friend of Mr. Tracy's.

What helped Indiana decide was little Sophia Michaels.

"How you doing, kiddo?" Indiana asked as she checked her IV, "Mr. Cuddlesworth looking after you?"

"Yes," Sophia nodded meekly, "I'm a bit sore."

"That's normal," Indiana reassured her with a smile as she checked the incision site, "You were such a brave little girl."

"Strong as Mighty Mouse?" Sophia asked.

"Even stronger," Indiana proclaimed, "Has your auntie been to see you?"

"Yes, but she's gone to talk Miss Nelson," Sophia tripped over the last word.

Sophia didn't understand the full grasp of what was going on. Miss Nelson was Catherine Nelson, a social worker who had been assigned to Sophia's case. Her aunt was doing everything necessary to be named little Sophia's caretaker. It had been determined that Sophia should be removed from her parents' care in the interim until more permanent decisions are made.

Indiana had the misfortune of seeing the true extent of the young girl's medical history. She had a strong feeling that the young child's placement with her aunt will be permanent rather than temporary.

That is, if her aunt didn't find herself in jail for murdering her brother and his wife after discovering the true nature of Sophia's upbringing.

"Everything's coming along nicely, Sophia," Indiana proclaimed, "You and your auntie will be curled up on the catch with ice cream watching Blue's Clues before you know it."

"Thanks, Dr. Evans. When I grow up, I want to be just like you," Sophia declared, "I want to help people."

"There are a lot of ways to do that," Indiana reassured her.

"Yeah. I hope I get the chance," Sophia stated, "If I do, I won't let it go."

When Indiana walked out of her room to speak to her aunt about further care, Indiana recalled Sophia's choice of words. In her naivete, Sophia had just helped Indiana make her decision. If she had the chance to help people, she had to take it.

"Dr. Evans?" the aforementioned aunt cut in, "How's Sophia?"

"She's healing really well and keeps wanting to watch Blue's Clues," Indiana reassured her, "I'm going to organise for another round of tests. She's still in the danger zone to developing a post-operative infection. Due to the nature of the surgery she had, I want to take all the precautions necessary."

"Of course," the aunt nodded, "How much longer will she be in the hospital?"

"At least another week, barring any complications. But the good news is, as long as her condition continues to improve, she'll be moved out of ICU either tomorrow or Friday at the latest," Indiana answered.

"Oh, thank you!" the aunt sobbed emotionally as she hugged the doctor, "I don't know what I would've done if… I should've noticed something sooner."

"This is not your fault," Indiana cut in firmly, "You got her out. That's the main thing. If it wasn't for you, Sophia wouldn't be here."

Before she could end her shift and talk with Dr. Millers, Indiana had to have another chat with the caseworker handling Sophia's case and talk to the detective assigned to investigate Sophia's case. Indiana was prepared for the fact that she may be called back to testify in the criminal proceedings. The injuries Sophia sustained and her medical history would be key in keeping her in her aunt's custody.

"Dr. Evans," Dr. Millers greeted the young doctor as she walked into her office, "Shift over?"

"Yeah," Indiana nodded as she sat down, "I've ordered another round of blood tests for Sophia Michaels. She's beginning to show some early signs of an post-operative infection. If she is, I want it caught early. I also want to keep an eye for the usual complications that can arise from a liver resection. That poor kid's been through enough."

"Doing a right lobectomy on a six-year-old's liver wouldn't have been an easy choice to make," Dr. Millers pointed out, "But I reviewed the case file. You made the right call. If you hadn't, she wouldn't be here. You did what you had to do to save that child's life. The good news is, her liver will regenerate. I'll also phone the lab and tell them that blood test is to be priority one."

"I talked with the case worker and the detective before I came here," Indiana informed her, "Her aunt is basically guaranteed custody. The court proceedings will be a formality. Apparently, Sophia's medical history is enough for them to move for termination of parental rights."

"You may also have to testify, I take it," Dr. Millers mused, "You were the one who connected the dots with the child's medical history. You also were able to identify her as a victim of chronic abuse."

"Unfortunately, that's where my first-hand experience comes into play," Indiana grumbled.

Dr. Millers felt her heart go out for the young woman sitting before her. She was one of the few people privy to Indiana's full history with her family. Yes, Jeff's background check brought up that Indiana was estranged from her mother, but very few knew that Sarah Evans was abusive. Indiana wanted to keep it that way. The only reason Dr. Millers knew was due to an incident during Indiana's residency involving her mother. Dr. Millers ensured the girl was protected and declared Sarah Evans persona non grata at the trauma centre, successfully arguing that the woman had proven to be a danger to not only Indiana, but other staff and patients.

"Now, Dr. Evans, I assume you know what I'm going to ask," Dr. Millers said pointedly, changing the subject.

"Yeah," Indiana nodded before asking, "Mr. Tracy said you would know how to contact him when I reached my decision."

"I do," Dr. Millers nodded, "So, what is the decision?"

"Well, I suppose this is where I tell you that I tender my resignation," Indiana pointed out.

Dr. Millers smiled as she picked up the phone to call her long-time friend. Don't misunderstand her. She was saddened at the prospect of losing one of the best doctors to ever walk through the doors of the trauma centre.

In a personal capacity, she was bittersweet. She had come to care for the young woman in an almost maternal manner, having never had children of her own. But she was also happy that Indiana was going somewhere she could do a lot of good.


Jeff had insisted that both Dr. Millers and Dr. Evans join him for dinner that night, both to celebrate the decision and to work out the logistics of the decision. Dr. Millers had mentioned Grappa Italian Nouveau, one of Indiana's favourite restaurants in the area. Jeff had managed to secure the private dining room for their dinner.

Indiana had ordered her favourite dish, the Linguine Con Scampi, while Dr. Millers ordered the Cedar Plank Salmon and Jeff had ordered the Braised Short Rib of Beef.

"I am so glad you have decided to accept my offer, Dr. Evans," Jeff smiled as he took a sip of his wine, "I promise this will not be something you will regret."

"I don't believe I will. But there are a couple of conditions," Indiana warned him, "You said that I might have the chance to go into the field with your sons. I want that to be a guarantee. If I'm going to contribute to this organisation, I want every opportunity to do so. Especially if your sons find themselves in situations where they need immediate medical attention."

"Done," Jeff nodded.

"I also want the chance to see my family at least once a year," Indiana continued.

"You will have a minimum of two vacations a year," Jeff decreed, "With advanced notice, you may also invite your siblings and your father to the island. I'm sure they may enjoy a tropical vacation every once in a while."

"Finally – and please feel free to tell me if I'm asking too much or being presumptuous – your visit has been circulating among the staff and patients at the hospital," Indiana began saying.

"I know what you're going to say, Dr. Evans. I've already made arrangements for the donation to be made to the hospital. I also heard of the situation with one of your patients and have made the arrangements to anonymously cover her medical expenses."

"It's a nice gesture, but I don't know how her aunt's going to feel about that," Indiana warned him, "She's not the type to take handouts or charity."

"I've taken care of that," Dr. Millers reassured her, "I convinced her that her money will be better spent towards Sophia's quality of life at home and not drowning in medical debt."

"Also, if I'm going to live with you guys full-time, I think it'd be better for everyone if they called me Indiana or Indy when I'm not working," Indiana pointed out.

"I believe that can be managed," Jeff mused, "I'll give you a month to sort out your affairs here in Rochester. My eldest son has to be in New York City for some family business. He will be more than happy to swing by and pick you up on the way through."

Indiana walked into her apartment that night on a high. Fortunately, she was on a month-to-month lease after her original lease expired two months ago, so all she had to do was inform the landlord that she would be moving out after a month.

The reality had started to sink in for Indiana. She was really going to do this. Her life was going to change from this moment on.

What she didn't know at the time was just how much her life was going to change.


There we go. First chapter done and dusted. I can't guarantee when I can update. Even if I am doing a redux of an old fanfiction. Anyone who's known me for a while knows I'm not the best when it comes to updates.

Bye!