Disclaimer: I do not own the thunderbirds. How ever this is a nice change from my studies.

It is exam time again so enjoy this long chapter.

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Chapter 2

No answers, but more questions.

The woman was asleep for 12 hours after Scott had found her. There had been one call out but the problem was fixed before International rescue could be there. As the women laid in the bed there was a certain something about her. He shook of the feeling off before he could think about it to much.

After all, there were no reports of a woman missing were posted over the radio or TV.

Jeff was quite worried, what if this woman discovered their operation. However this woman had slept though the launch of thunderbird 1.

They had already searched her belongings. Everything was strange, it was though she was transported though time, all her belongings were about 50 years old.

Who was this mysterious women? where did she come from? what had happened to her?

Question after question tugged at his mind, questions he had no answer to.

Tin tin was came in to check the women's vitals.

"No change" tin tin said quietly.

"I wonder what's her story?" John muttered, his gaze still drawn to the drawn to the unmoving figure on the bed.

"who knows" Tin Tin moved away, and walked towards the door.

Grandma turned back from watching Tin Tin leave, her gaze falling to rest once more on the woman in the bed. A frown darkened her features, and troubled emotions were playing in her eyes.

Another 5 hours had passed. It was around about midnight when her eyes fluttered open.

Silence greeted her, a tangible presence in the black of the night.

"What a head ache," she muttered as awareness slowly returned to her, "what had I been drinking" the quiet mutterings alerted a person outside. It was John. For a brief moment he wondered whether to wake the others and let them know, but decided to go in himself and see how their guest was.

"So you are a wake" he said, quietly creeping though the door.

The woman spun around from where she had been looking at a picture on the table, grimacing as her head rebelled against the sudden movement.

"who are you" she asked, closing her eyes, willing the throbbing in her head to go away.

"My name is John" he replied, and sat down at the end of the bed.

"Are you the one that found me?" she enquired, she tightening the sheet around her. To john at that moment, she looked like a skittish rabbit. With a gentle smile that he hoped would allay her fears somewhat, he answered her question.

"No, I did not find you, my eldest brother did"

Her eyes drifted down to the bed as she nodded slowly. While silence slowly worked its way into the room, John made a mental note to ask Tin Tin for something to help her with her headache.

"I should really thank him, where is he?" she asked politely. John looked back up and saw that the death grip she had on the sheets had receded some what, and internally smiled.

"He is away for the moment, however he should be back in the morning"

"ok," she suddenly looked a little apprehensive, and john had to move in a little closer so he could hear what she was saying "Can I have some food please?"

"Sure, here have a little apple." He reached over and plucked an apple from the fruit basket. As she took it from his hand, he hazarded another question, not knowing if she would answer or not.

"What is your name" The hand holding the apple dropped to the bed and she looked at him with some measure of distrust, not sure if she could trust him quite yet, even though he had been nothing but a perfect gentleman. After a few more minutes of stretched silence, she reached a conclusion and opened her mouth to answer.

The opening of the door stopped any answer that she might have said, and old woman she didn't recognise walked in though the door. The aged face was white, unnaturally white and the woman felt a little uncomfortable under grandma's stare.

"John will get me some milk, please" despite the please tacked on the end, it sounded more like a order, than a request and he nodded. With one more glance at the woman on the bed he left the room.

The woman pulled the sheets back up around her body. She didn't like that John had left. And even though there was something slightly familiar in this lady's face, she didn't like to be left alone with strangers.

Grandma continued to stare at her with those piercing eyes, and she wished grandma would just go away. Resisting the urge to look away, she returned the stare evenly.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." she snapped sarcastically, getting more than tired enough of being looked at. She turned away and glanced at a smudge of dirt on the opposite wall. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could have sworn a small smile tugged at the corner of the wrinkled lips.

"You… Emily Pott…" Emily's head snapped back around when she heard her name uttered for the first time since she had woken up here. Frowning slightly, she stared harder at the woman standing across from her.

"No it can't be your dead, in the stone cold ground for fifty years" The elderly woman looked shaken, and Emily was tempted to ask her to sit down before she fell down. Suddenly the very last thing that she had said came back to her, Emily felt under her breath escape her in a rush. What the hell did she mean, "in the stone cold ground for fifty years"? !

Fractured images flashed through her mind, and made her head throb more than before.

One image of her arm slung over the shoulder of another woman stuck out and she looked back to the woman in front of her. Now that she stared deeper into those eyes, she could see a resemblance to someone. Someone who, to her anyway, she had only seen a few days ago. Taking a deep breath, she decided to take a chance.

"Ruth is that you ?" She asked cautiously, When Ruth nodded, she suddenly found herself at a loss as to what to say,

". . . look a quite good for an 80 year old." That thought lanced though her like a knife. The last time she had seen Ruth was at the Girls fortnightly night out on the town. Although she knew her friend and this woman were one and the same, She didn't know if she could treat her the same as she had before.

"well your no picture yourself " Emily looked down at her clothing and saw that Ruth was right. Odd tears decorated what was once a nice top, and it felt really stiff to move in. The Over whelming smell of salt teased at her senses, and she wished more than anything to take a long, hot bath. *I'd even settle for a shower.* She thought with a grimace as she reached up and pulled out a long piece of seaweed from her tangled hair.

"What happened to me?" she asked as the offending slimy thing across the room, not really caring where it went. As she finished the sentence her head felt light, a sudden wave of vertigo rushed over to her. With a small groan she rested her head in her hands, and tried to get control over her body. It felt like at that moment as though a rugby team had been given sledge hammers and were trying to force their way out of her head. Kim recognised the signs, and rushed forward. As her hearing failed, and the room went into a maddening spin, she closed her eyes. She felt dizzy and sick, and didn't fight it when the darkness came in and all seemed to collapse.

"John, are guest has collapsed" Grandma said in sarcastic tone from where she was supporting Emily's limp form. While she waited for John to go and wake Tin Tin, as she knew he would, she allowed some of the concern for her friend to filter into her eyes. With a slightly shaking her hand, she brushed salty hair out of Emily's closed eyes.

Breakfast was consumed with talk over how grandma knew this woman. As John has headed back with the milk, he heard enough to form his own ideas. With quite steps, he had moved away again, and moved back into the kitchen. He knew he shouldn't eavesdrop on a conversation, but he had wanted know. Although they all wanted the information, no one would wake grandma, no one would dare try. They hoped that grandma would wake up about the same time Scott had returned. The guest however slept soundly until lunch time.

She awoke with the smell of apple pie. The smell was tempting, it forced her out of her dreams. The eyes opened and John was there sitting by the bed.

"welcome back to the living" she was reminded of the last time he had come here, and smiled softly in greeting.

"where's Ruth, your grandma" she corrected herself when she realised that they probably didn't know her friend as Ruth here.

"She is in the kitchen."

"How did you know grandma?" His curiosity was coming back full force, and he wanted to know all about his grandma.

"I met her when she worked in a lab" Emily answered, having to think a minute.

"I need to see her where is she?" Emily asked.

"She on the balcony" Emily thanked him and went though the door he pointed to.

Emily and grandma had a long talk. Most of the people downstairs though it was going well since grandma hadn't raised her voice. However they were worried because it was running to smoothly, and it was getting very quiet. They were about to draw straws as to who was going to go on the balcony.

Both of them walked though the door. There was a spot of silence. Ruth was the first to break it.

"This is Emily Pott. She is my best friend I have told her everything." She fixed them all with a stare telling them to trust her.

"I know you have a lot of questions, but the most important thing is never give her still Fanta" with that warning, Ruth waited and stared at them all until they nodded, and she nodded back, satisfied.

Deciding that she was a little hungry, Emily made her way into the kitchen. With a final warning stare to the boys Ruth followed her in to the kitchen.

Silence followed in the wake of their departure, and they were all stunned.

This was a little different.

They all looked over to their father. They knew that he would never let this happen, unless their grandma really trusted her. Jeff opened his mouth and explained that grandma came to him and told him that Emily was a good friend to her, however she died over 50 years ago. I arranged penny to check out Emily. Reports showed that she died of an industrial accident. The police were involved because there was no body. There was a piece of clothing from the accident which had some blood on it. Brains compared the DNA from the item to Emily's DNA. It was a match. He had no idea how an indusial accident could transport someone though time.

There were so many mysteries surrounding this person, this person named Emily.

When John couldn't stand the silence any longer he walked down to the snooker room, the others eventually disbanded and followed John to the snooker room.

Jeff had enough, he wanted answers so he went in to the kitchen. There he found Emily crying.

"All my family are gone" Emily sobbed.

"I'm so sorry" Ruth said solemnly.

Jeff interrupted "mother I need the truth"

Ruth and Emily sat down.

"This is your son then, takes after you" Emily added. Jeff looked at her strangely.

Ruth nodded to Emily. Emily began. She told him of how she meet his mother in the lab. Emily was a cleaner, she loved machines but somehow they never seemed to survive around her.

One evening she was cleaning the lab after the days work. During the cleaning she managed to break a machine called the Tempest. A report at the time said that it was a totally different machine by the time Emily had finished it. It was when I was marrying your father, I decided to quit the lab work, and work on the farm.

"This morning I told her what has happened over the past 50 years." Ruth added.

"Dead men tell no tales" Emily added in a cold tone.

Jeff was satisfied that there secret was safe. He trusted his mother.

The boys were playing a game of snooker in the game. Most of the talk was about Emily. There was much speculation. Some of their wildest theories included a time machine. Even at international rescues level at technology this seemed light years ahead.

John was confused, this woman plagued his mind. She looked like an angel, however the way grandma was talking about her, it was though she was the devil.

"You like her don't you" Gordon stated. John couldn't answer he looked to Scott, he looked at John and raised an eyebrow, and went back to his snooker game.

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Preview

Chapter 3 - Side Affects

Does travelling though a time portal have any side affects?