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The rays of the early morning sun crept into Indiana's room, stirring her from her peaceful night's sleep. She had deliberately left the curtains open because she wanted to fully enjoy the first full day of her new life on Tracy Island.

She and Scott had arrived in time for dinner. She met the four remaining Tracy brothers, Brains, Grandma Tracy and Kyrano. The only person she hadn't met is Tin-Tin, but she recalled Scott mentioning that she was on a European tour to celebrate her university graduation. Beyond the quick introductory conversations at dinner, they decided to leave Indiana to get settled into her new environment. One thing Indiana managed to tell them was she wanted to complete a full physical with everyone. It would help serve as a baseline.

In the meantime, Indiana walked onto the balcony in her room, tying the belt of her lightweight dressing gown around her waist. Immediately, she was hit with the light ocean breeze. She took in the view the balcony afforded her. She was able to see the beach, along with some trails Indiana was eager to check out. One of her favourite things to do back home was hike or run some trails to clear her head.

Although, Indiana supposed this was her home now.

Life was beginning on Tracy Island. A new day was dawning. Indiana's view on the balcony afforded her an insight into the lives of various residents on the island.

When she looked towards the balcony attached to the main lounge, she could see Jeff enjoying the early morning sun like she was. A cup coffee on the table next to him, a cigarette in one hand, and the morning paper in the other. From the brief conversation she heard, Jeff favoured taking a walk along the beach at sunset. Nobody knew what the Tracy patriarch did. It was his time. Although, rumours swirled that he often took a moment to pay tribute to his beloved wife.

Looking towards the pool, she could see Gordon taking in the morning sun on one of the lounge chairs. Indiana recalled that Gordon was an Olympic swimmer, which made him perfect for piloting Thunderbird 4, International Rescue's submarine. (Indiana couldn't help but wonder if the submarine being yellow had anything to do with the classic song.) Gordon often alternated between swimming laps in the pool or going for a dive in the ocean. What usually made the decision for him was conditions and/or if there was anything of interest to find in a dive.

Looking in the direction of the cliff house, she found Virgil, Thunderbird 2's pilot, with easel, canvas and palette, capturing the beauty of the morning's sunrise. The engineer possessed an artistic soul. When Scott and Indiana arrived and walked into the main villa, Virgil was serenading everyone on the piano while waiting for dinner with both original compositions and some of the classics. So, it didn't surprise Indiana to find that he was a painter as well.

She figured that John and Alan wouldn't be up yet. From what she had been warned, Alan wasn't a morning person. Or, at least, they wouldn't be leaving their rooms until it was time for breakfast. Alan preferred to have time to himself in the morning to collect his thoughts and he often did that in his room. John would often stay up late looking at the stars. Sometimes, the astronomer wouldn't go to sleep until the early hours, so nobody begrudged him for wanting a few extra hours of sleep.

She also figured that, while Brains was undoubtedly awake, he wouldn't be bustling about the island. He would either be in his lab working on some experiment, or he would be working on one of the Thunderbird craft. Even if International Rescue hadn't formally started operating yet, he was already working on new ideas to improve the Thunderbird craft and the pod vehicles for Thunderbird 2.

She found Kyrano, the resident housekeeper, toiling away in the gardens. This was something that relaxed him. It was his way of clearing his mind before going about the day's business. Besides, even if a lot of the island's residents were early risers, they generally liked to do various activities before breakfast.

The last person she found was Scott. She had heard the night before that he normally went for a morning run along the beach. However, she had to burst his bubble when, the night before, she asked all the Tracy brothers to provide urine and blood samples before bed so she could at least get those tests running before their physicals.

One of the instructions after a blood test? Don't attempt strenuous activity for at least 24 hours.

She watched him until he disappeared from view, heading towards Virgil in the cliff house. She made a mental note to ask him later about the best trails with varying difficulties.

Although, she had been reassured by all five Tracy brothers that they would be more than happy to serve as her tour guide, showing her different parts of the island with their varying levels of expertise. (She was also told this would include a tour of the Thunderbird craft except for Thunderbird 5, which was already up in space.)

Letting out a small smile, Indiana approached her dresser, which stored her clothes and her treasures. She thumbed a heart-shaped rock she carried with her for a long time. She didn't remember when she got the rock, but she still felt that the rock was significant to her. So, she hid it from her mother, knowing that she would throw it away just to spite her if she got the chance.

She felt that the rock was a good luck charm, so she made the point of keeping it with her whenever she could.

Deciding that was enough, she decided to get ready for the day. Those physicals weren't going to run themselves.


Scott walked a deliberate pace towards the cliff house in search of his younger brother. Normally, Virgil would be on the bluff painting and Scott would be going on his morning run. They would intersect and Scott would help him carry his supplies back to the main villa. (Virgil could do it on his own, but Scott liked helping his brother out.) However, that plan was nixed when Indiana did the blood tests and explained the temporary restriction on physical activity. So, Virgil relocated to the cliff house for his morning paint session.

Scott didn't mind. He needed someone to talk to. Especially after that dream last night.

Begin flashback

Scott loved spending time with his family. Really, he did. He adored his brothers and his father more than anything. But he also felt it was important that he got some time to himself every once in a while. This was something his grandma strongly encouraged.

So, at least once a day during this summer holiday, Scott had the opportunity to go off and do his own thing away from the family; and he always spent it at the beach.

There was always a reason he went to the beach though.

And she was waiting for him.

He joined her along the shore, enjoying the sensation of the wet sand under his feet as the water lapped at the shoreline. He slipped his hand into hers, and the beautiful girl looked up at him and gave the brightest smile he had ever seen.

"Hi, Scott," she greeted him.

Then she reached up and kissed him.

End flashback

The dream stopped there. But he realised something about the girl in the dream. The hair. The eyes. The smile.

The girl in his dream was so much like Indiana.

But that couldn't be possible. Scott didn't want to think he was already dreaming of a girl he had just met.

He then remembered the pangs of familiarity he felt when he first saw her photograph, and again when he saw her in person just yesterday. Everything was telling him that he had met her somewhere before, but he refused to believe that he had met her somewhere before and then somehow forgot about her.

He liked to think he would never forget a smile like that.

"Painting coming along okay?" Scott asked his brother as he joined him.

"Almost done," Virgil hummed as he handed Scott a bottle of water he brought up with him, "This is the best sunrise I've had to work with for a while. I want to capture all aspects of it."

"Well, it already looks great!" Scott proclaimed as he looked at the painting, "We should definitely find somewhere in the villa to hang this."

"Hey. You think Indiana would like it?" Virgil suddenly asked, "It'd be my way of welcoming her to the team. It can help her decorate her room."

"I think she'll appreciate it," Scott nodded.

"I just figured we're asking her to give up a lot to come here and join the organisation. The least we can do is make her feel like this is her home, too," Virgil shrugged.

Scott hummed in agreement. His younger brother was right. They were asking a lot of Indiana, giving up a job and life she loved to join a top-secret organisation and never being able to tell her loved ones the truth as to why she would suddenly uproot her life. They had asked the same with Brains, Kyrano and Tin-Tin and they did everything they could to make them feel like valued members of the family. It was only fair they extended the same courtesy to Indiana.

"So, what brings you up here?" Virgil asked, "You only do this if you need to talk about something, but don't want Alan and Gordon jumping in with their opinions."

Scott let out an ironic laugh. He always had a close relationship with all of his brothers, but there was no denying that Virgil was his confidante. He always knew that he could tell his little brother anything and he wouldn't try to force in unwarranted advice or interject his own judgements and feelings on how something should be done. He would just let Scott vent is troubles and provide whatever response was appropriate. Whether that be advice (when it was asked for), reassurance or a hug.

The Tracys never felt any qualms about showing any form of affection for each other.

"I had a weird dream last night," Scott admitted.

"Like the other ones you've been having?" Virgil asked.

"Sort of. But there was a person this time," Scott clarified, "She was walking along the shoreline. I go up to her and grab her hand. She looks up at me and gives me this really bright smile. We kiss and that's when I woke up."

"You've had dreams about a girl and a beach before," Virgil pointed out as he filled in some more details on the canvas.

"Yeah, but this was the first dream I had where I could see the girl more clearly," Scott retorted, "I don't know if it's just my mind playing funny tricks on me, but I could swear…"

"She looked a lot like Indiana," Virgil finished Scott's train of thought, "You started having those dreams when father first told us about her."

Scott had to admit he did. But like he told Virgil, this was the first time the girl in his dream wasn't an unidentifiable silhouette, somehow always obscured by the sunlight. For the first time, the girl in his dream actually had identifiable features. He could now describe the girl in perfect detail, down to the way she did the knot on her solid blue bikini top.

"Maybe talking it out will help you," Virgil suggested as he started putting away his art supplies, his painting completed to satisfaction, "We already know that you were at a beach with a girl that looked like Indiana. Was there anything you remember from the beach itself? Did it look like one of the beaches on the island?"

"No," Scott shook his head, "It, um, looked like that beach we spent that summer at."

"You mean the one in North Carolina?" Virgil pressed, earning a nod from Scott, "I remember you used to go off a lot. We always joked amongst ourselves if you were trying to score some chicks."

"You could say that," Scott responded cryptically.

Virgil sensed that Scott didn't want to talk more about their time in North Carolina. For reasons unknown to the Tracy family (except Grandma Tracy, because she somehow knows everything), while Scott wouldn't exactly get tested and irritable whenever it was brought up, there would always be a change in his aura that told everyone in the room he didn't want to talk about it.

Even if he talked about the hijinks the Tracy brothers got up to during the holiday, there would always be a hint of sadness. Almost as if something happened that tainted it for him.

But Virgil couldn't help but notice this happened whenever they joked about Scott spending a lot of time at the beach to score girls. Not that any of them blamed him. He was at that age. He was also entitled to have something to himself that didn't involve his siblings.

They all had the agreement, though, that they would never push Scott to talk about anything concerning their time in North Carolina until he was ready to talk about it. As it stands, only Grandma Tracy knows the truth, and she would never tell anyone unless Scott gave her permission.

The four remaining brothers – and even their father – would know. They've tried getting it out of her for years. But Grandma Tracy always remained firm, and everyone knew better to push.

They didn't want to be deprived of her delectable desserts.

"Maybe find out if Indiana's been to North Carolina," Virgil suggested, "I mean, we're all getting to know each other. Surely, you can ask her in a way that wouldn't seem to be prying. Whatever you do, though, don't tell her about the dream."

Scott nodded in agreement as he started helping Virgil gather his paint supplies to carry back down.

Maybe he could try broaching it with Indiana subtly. At the very least hoping it would help him make sense of the dreams he's been having."


Indiana had an interesting day. She decided to get the physicals out of the way, knowing that John would be expected to be taken up to Thunderbird 5 in the coming days. She got get a bit more familiar with the island later.

She decided the Tracy sons were the first priority. She could do Jeff, Brains, Kyrano and Grandma Tracy another day. Preferably at a time that suited them. She would do Tin-Tin when she got back from Europe. (Kyrano was relieved to hear that Indiana would be doing that for his daughter. While he knew the chances of his daughter contracting a serious illness in Europe were unlikely, he was still a worried, devoted father and would rather be safe than sorry.)

Indiana decided that, as a minimum for each person, she would measure vital signs. Take each person's height, weight, temperature, blood pressure, heartrate and O2 levels. Then, she would evaluate their bodies using observation, palpitation, percussion and auscultation.

Observation was rather straightforward. This is the part of the exam where the doctors look into the patient's eyes, ears, nose and throat. Skin colour is usually noted as well, searching for lesions or any other issues.

Palpitation involved an exam through physical contact. Touching certain parts of the person's body to feel for unusual lumps, checking organ size and shape and responses.

Percussion is as straightforward as it sounds. Tapping. Basically, doctors place one hand on the patient's abdomen and uses the other hand to tap the abdomen. There is a method to the doctor's madness. This seemingly strange part of the physical exam is actually useful in determining if an organ's in the right location and identifying any blockages as well as any other problems. This is also the point when the doctor brings out that small rubber hammer to test the reflexes.

Considering who Indiana's patient's were, testing their reflexes was going to be vital.

Auscultation would be when Indiana brought out the stethoscope. She would listen to the heart, lungs and bowels for any abnormalities.

Particularly for John and Alan, since they were going to spend the most amount of time in space, Indiana wanted to do regular bone scans. One of the dangers of extended time in space was loss of bone density. She would be doing the bone density scan on all the boys, but doing it for John and Alan was especially important.

All of these would serve as a good baseline for the boys. Any further tests Indiana did would depend on what she would find.

John was the first victim (as the Tracy brothers jokingly put it). Indiana didn't really have a method in the order she saw them. She went in the order they gave their samples. Since John gave his samples first, the results would be ready. She could give John a clean bill of health. His blood and urine tests were clear. Everything went well in the physical exam. His bone density scans were optimal. The only thing she noted were swollen glands. But that didn't really mean anything. John had mentioned to her that he had a cold not that long ago. Swollen glands were common in minor viral infections like colds and usually resolved themselves within a couple of weeks. While Indiana could still detect some swelling, she could also tell that they were going down.

Alan was the next person to undergo a physical at Indiana's hands. Like with John, Indiana could give him a clear bill of health. The only thing she noted with concern for Alan was his cholesterol levels. They were in the borderline high range. Not exceedingly, but enough for Indiana to make note of it. So, after the physical, Indiana spent some time talking with Alan about ways he could get his cholesterol under control before it became a problem. This included increasing his physical activity and making subtle changes to his diet – such as replacing saturated fats with healthier fats.

Gordon volunteered as tribute (as he so proclaimed when he waltzed into the infirmary). Gordon was someone Indiana did more extensive tests on, given his medical history, including the injuries he sustained in that hydrofoil crash. The only thing Indiana noted of concern was swimmers xerosis. This was a common skin condition among swimmers, causing dry skin. She was able to recommend doing quick rinse-offs in lukewarm or cool water after swimming rather than a lengthy hot shower. She also recommended he look into special soaps and moisturisers for dry skin to help combat it.

Virgil's examination was rather straightforward. Nothing of concern in his blood, urine or bone scans. His physical exam didn't yield anything alarming or mildly concerning. Indiana almost didn't know what to do with herself. Granted, she was able to clear John, Alan and Gordon with relative ease; just taking note of some minor concerns. She didn't even find any of those with Virgil. In fact, they were joking and laughing the entire time.

Did this mean Scott's physical exam would be… interesting, for lack of a better word?

Well, Indiana was about to find out, because the man of the hour finally walked into the infirmary.

"Have to admit. I was wondering if you were going to show up," Indiana joked as Scott walked through the door.

"I promise I wasn't deliberately avoiding you," Scott smirked.

"Me? No. My little friend?" Indiana quipped as she held up the stethoscope.

Scott couldn't help himself. He burst out laughing. If Indiana was trying to cut any tensions, she certainly succeeded.

Once the laughter ceased, it was straight to business. Before Indiana had Scott sit on the exam bed, she took his height and weight. Just like with all the Tracy brothers, Scott was in the healthy weight range for his height and his age.

"You're gonna have to take your jacket off," Indiana explained as she prepared the blood pressure cuff, "Shirt might have to come off too, I'm afraid. Might cause some trouble with getting a reading."

Scott shrugged and began removing the top half of his clothing. Since she didn't have to ask the other Tracy brothers to do this (she only had to raise their shirts slightly for the percussion stage of the physical), this was heading into new territory for Indiana.

Something she was quick to observe – from a professional point of view, of course – is that Scott was well built. John had the slightest build of the five brothers, but he was still in good shape. Scott was definitely the more ripped of the five of them.

(Why did Indiana suddenly feel like she was blushing? It wasn't her first time seeing a man shirtless.)

"What would you do if I made a joke about you liking what you see?" Scott asked.

"Well," Indiana mused as she grabbed the thermometer, "I might reconsider my method of taking your temperature."

Scott's smirk immediately dropped from his face. He knew she was more than capable of carrying out any medical-based threat she made. He didn't want to find out if it was a joke or if she was serious.

What made him feel better (and his heart flutter) was the smile Indiana gave him. The smile told him she was joking.

"Sometimes, jokes can help lighten things," Indiana shrugged as she used the contactless thermometer to take his temperature, deciding to wait a few moments to take his blood pressure, "Even if the physicals are routine and harmless, a lot of people tend to get nervous. This can cause white coat hypertension."

"White coat hypertension?" Scott repeated in confusion.

"Basically, your blood pressure can be higher than normal in a doctor's office or medical environment," Indiana clarified as she strapped the cuff to Scott's arm, "A lot of people get anxious at the doctor's office, which can impact blood pressure readings."

"And it's called white coat because the people taking your blood pressure typically wear white coats," Scott guessed, wincing as Indiana started the machine and the cuff started getting tight on his arm.

"Got it in one," Indiana praised, humming at Scott's blood pressure reading, "125/80."

"Is that bad?" Scott asked worriedly.

"It's not," Indiana quickly reassured him as she wrote the number on his chart, "While it's slightly higher than the optimal range for your age group, it's within acceptable limits. Basically, you're still normal."

"Well, that's a nice insult to a Tracy. Calling us normal," Scott quipped.

"Noted," Indiana said as she grabbed an otoscope, "You clean your ears regularly, right?"

"Yeah," Scott responded, almost offended that she would ask, "I cleaned them last night."

"I can tell," Indiana observed as she switched ears, "Everything's in good shape in there. Although, I suppose if there was anything wrong with you ears, you wouldn't have been allowed to join the Air Force."

Scott hummed as Indiana grabbed a small torch, telling him to follow the light. She also shone the light at each of his eyes, testing his pupillary reactions. When she was satisfied, Indiana made the note in her chart before grabbing a paddle pop stick to help with the throat examination.

"Your throat looks a bit irritated," Indiana observed before asking him, "Did you have that cold John had?"

"Yeah. A mild dose," Scott shrugged.

"Explains why there's still some residual irritation," Indiana mused as she looked up his nose, "Everything looks fine up there. That's the first part of your physical done."

Scott watched as Indiana quickly washed her hands, indicating that she was ready to move on with the next part of his physical. He knew that doctors didn't always wear gloves when examining patients. At least, they didn't wear them during routine physicals.

"So, what's next?" Scott asked Indiana as she approached him.

"This is the palpitation part," Indiana answered, rubbing her hands together to warm them up, "I'm going to be applying different types of pressure. I'll need you to tell me if anything hurts."

Scott's breath hitched in his throat as Indiana was suddenly a lot closer than she was before. She then started applying gentle pressure to various parts of his face, feeling around where his sinuses would be. Scott didn't wince when she applied the pressure. As she warned him, she altered the different types of pressure she did, paying close attention for even the most subtle reaction. She then moved her hands down the side of his face to his neck.

"Okay. What's this part for?" Scott asked.

"Checking your glands," Indiana responded, "They feel a bit swollen, but you mentioned you got the cold John had as well. It takes a little bit for the swelling to go away even after you're over the illness."

"Did not know that," Scott remarked, trying desperately to distract himself.

"You alright?" Indiana asked him worriedly as she froze her hands, "Your heartrate just picked up a bit there."

Scott didn't know whether to be relieved or heartbroken that Indiana didn't know what this was doing to him. Her being in so close proximity. Her lips had parted when she began feeling his glands. He didn't know if she knew she did this.

He just hoped she wasn't the type to bite her lip in concentration. If she did that, he was done for.

"Yeah," Scott cleared his throat awkwardly, "Yeah, I feel fine."

"Okay," Indiana answered in a way that told him she didn't believe him, "Well, everything feels normal there. Lay back."

Scott inwardly cursed as he obeyed her instruction. She had to touch him more?

He was now starting to wish he didn't push his father to hire the young, female and very attractive doctor.

Indiana noticed he was nervous (but didn't accurately guess the reason behind his nerves), so she immediately moved to reassure him, "Don't worry. This won't hurt. It's so I can see if everything's where it should be. If it'll make you feel any better…"

Indiana grabbed Scott's hand and pressed it over her clothed abdomen. She placed her other hand over his fingers and lightly pressed into them to make him slightly press into her abdomen. Scott immediately understood the type of pressure she was looking to apply. It was slightly firmer than the pressure she was putting on his face and neck.

Sensing that her patient was a lot more relaxed, she began pressing along his torso, deciding to distract him, "How about we play a game?"

"Like Twenty Questions?" Scott asked.

"Let's go with that," Indiana shrugged, "We already know the basics. Like date of birth and families. So, why don't we start with something like favourite colour?"

"Blue," Scott immediately answered without hesitation.

"Silver for me," Indiana told him.

"Favourite school subject?" Scott asked in kind, "Mine was P.E."

"Biology and history," Indiana told him hers, "Genre of music?"

Scott and Indiana surprised each other when they said their favourite genre at the same time: rock. Okay. They already found common ground.

When Indiana moved on to the percussion part of the exam, Scott asked her, "Name a TV show you can't watch."

"Grey's Anatomy," Indiana immediately proclaimed, "I don't have a problem with medical dramas. But after dealing what I used to deal with in a hospital all day, I couldn't go home and watch something so highly inaccurate. If I did feel up to watching a medical drama, my go-to is ER. Yours?"

"Reality shows," Scott answered after a thought as Indiana helped him into a seated position.

"Favourite holiday destination?" Indiana chose the next topic.

"Outer Banks, North Carolina," Scott immediately said, relieved to have found a way to work it into the conversation naturally, "You ever been?"

"Can't say I have. Not that I remember anyway," Indiana mused as she prepared her stethoscope, "The places I've been in my life are Boston, Rochester, England and here."

"England's random," Scott quipped.

"I have a great-aunt. I usually go visit her for a few weeks every summer," Indiana clarified before warning him, "I'm about to listen to your heartbeat and your breathing."

Scott went silent as she began listening to his heartbeat, knowing that this part of the exam required quiet. In the meantime, he worked his hardest to not let his disappointment show. Indiana had never been to Outer Banks. If she had never been to Outer Banks, it meant that he never met her there. Therefore, he couldn't explain the pangs of familiarity he felt when he met her.

But why did he keep dreaming of a girl that looked so much like Indiana at a beach in Outer Banks? It's the only place he could've met her. They didn't grow up in the same area. They went to different colleges. They didn't bump into each other elsewhere. As far as he knew, the first time they met was the day he picked her up from Rochester.

"Everything sounds good," Indiana mused as she put the stethoscope away, "Just need to do the bone scan and you're good to go. Your father mentioned that you're going to help out sometimes with space rescues. So, I want to make sure we're on top of any bone density loss you may experience."

Scott nodded his consent as Indiana guided him to the machine. He chose to ask her, "How did my other tests go?"

"Your iron's a bit lower than I would like. You're still in the normal range. Just at the low end of normal. Everything else came up fine," Indiana explained to him, "Hold still."

Before Scott could blink, the bone scans were done. With that, Indiana officially certified him fit for duty.

As Scott slid his shirt and jacket back on, he asked Indiana, "What do you have planned for the rest of the day?"

"Nothing," Indiana shrugged, "Just trying to get familiar with my new environment."

"Well, I have to check out some things with Thunderbird 1. How about you come with me so you can get familiar with the craft?" Scott suggested, "Father also wants all the Thunderbirds to carry basic first aid kits. You can have a look and tell me if there's anything missing."

"Sure," Indiana nodded as she shrugged off the white coat, "Maybe you can also tell me about some other parts of the island I should check out."

"F.A.B.," Scott smirked, causing Indiana to laugh as he escorted her out of the infirmary.

Indiana was suddenly thankful there was no one in the living room as Scott showed her the entryway to Thunderbird 1. There were pressure triggers in the two lamps attached to the wall that would trigger a revolving door that would take a person directly into Thunderbird 1's silo.

Much like Scott struggled with Indiana's close proximity during the physical exam, Indiana struggled with Scott's close proximity as he guided her stance. He grabbed her wrists and guided her hands towards the lamps that were on either side of their heads.

It was a completely innocent gesture. He was just trying to show her where to place herself should she find herself needing to go into Thunderbird 1's silo for any reason.

But if someone were to walk by, it would be easy for them to get the wrong idea and think Scott was pinning her against the wall to have his way with her.

Okay. Indiana needed to get her mind out of the gutter. There's no way anybody would think this wasn't anything other than what it really was. (Although, she rationalised deep down, that wouldn't stop the other Tracy brothers for teasing the heck out of them if they walked in.)

What wasn't helping Indiana's situation was the way Scott's thumbs ran along the skin on the inside of her wrists. Did he even realise he was doing it?

Before Indiana knew it, the floor was moving beneath her and she was rotating into Thunderbird 1's silo. Immediately, she moved away from the wall so she didn't accidentally be transferred back into the main villa when Scott went to move in.

So, here she was. Having uprooted her life to an island in the Pacific. Living with a family of five sons. One of whom was certainly very attractive.

Heaven help her.


Heaven help her indeed.

See you in the next chapter!