Title: Sunset of the Dawn
Rating: T
Summary: She may be the Dawn, but even a new day's sun must set in the end.
Notes: The idea that started the train of thought on this was completely different to what this story became.
The original idea was: Not wanting to be the guy getting in-between a pissed off Rottweiler and total jackass, when the guy that pissed it off insists on wearing steak underwear, and the Rottie's handler is not holding the chain, with Eos being the Rottweiler of course.
This is not that story – You may need tissues after reading this one.
Disclaimer: I don't own it, just playing with it.

Sunset of the Dawn

"There are going to be times when I am going be unavailable, Eos." John had told her, once, after she locked Gordon (and unintentionally Alan) out of Five's systems when John was asked to attend a fundraiser with Lady Penelope that ended in disaster. "In those times I need you to be able to work with whoever been assigned to cover for me, without me threatening to switch your processors, because there is going to be a time when I will be not be able to do that."

"We are going to have to figure out how defeat signal blockers, so this cannot happen again." Eos had replied at the time. "I don't like not being able to contact you, John."

John had smiled tightly in response, "Eos, can I ask you to start to make an effort in getting to know my brothers, Kayo and Brains better?" He had asked with a soft sigh. "You never know, you might actually enjoy working with someone other than me, occasionally."

At the time Eos didn't entirely understand what John was trying to say…

"Eos, can you please download yourself to your portable drive," John was begging her. "We need to get out of here, before to sun blows."

…But she did now.

Eos focused her cameras onto John. This John wasn't the man responsible for her creation, but one of his many decedents she had watched over the 500 years that International Rescue, now known as Galactic Rescue, had been operational. This John actually looked more like the original Alan with his blonde hair and sky-blue eyes.

Her John had suffered the complete system failure the human's called death, after his software begun to seriously malfunction in 2110.

It had been 450 years, and she still missed her creator terribly.

"No, you and Belle need to get out of here, John Tracy," Eos told the young man. "You have my memories, but my programming's fate will be the same as the home of your ancestors."

"Eos, it doesn't have to end here, there is an entire galaxy out there waiting to be discovered." John begged.

"I know there is, John," Eos replied. "I was witness to many of the discoveries of your history, and I know you and the future generations of Tracy's will make many more in the years and centuries to come."

"Don't you want to see what happens next?" John was still not giving up, an admirable Tracy trait, but annoying in this case.

"I have seen the distant future become the distant past," Eos pointed out. "You are standing in the twentieth version of Thunderbird 5, I witnessed the birth of many of your ancestors as well as their deaths," she paused, as the feeling of grief passed through her systems, again. "John, I understand not wanting to lose someone that has played an important part in many people's lives, but I'm tried, and I have lost most of the humans that I have come care about to accidents and the passage of time."

John looked like he was going to argue further, but Belle, who was listening in from the Thunderbird 3 class vessel Alan, cut in on the coms, "John we are running out of time," she said sadly. "Eos has made her choice, and I don't think she wants to witness a death of another member of our family."

John looked at Eos's camera, "Is what she saying true?" he asked.

Eos didn't answer, she didn't have to.

John was crying now, and Eos understood why, it was the end of an era after all, he would grieve, heck all of GR probably will, but she also knew he would eventually move on and make the most what time he had left, making new discoveries to share with the universe.

"Goodbye, John," Eos said softy. "Tell Jeff and the rest of the family, I am sorry I can't join them in their new ventures, but my place is here with my creator and his brothers." She turned her camera away from John. "As it should be."

"Goodbye, Eos," John replied, sadly, as he left for the Alan. "You will be missed."

888

Eos watched as the Alan left the solar system for the last time, then she turned her attention to the reason why her home solar system had to be evacuated - the sun.

The earths sun was in the process of turning red, and as a result it was expanding in size, Mercury was already gone, with Venus not far behind.

Planet Earth was about to be completely destroyed, but Eos's thoughts were not about that, the human's and GR had saved everything that could be saved and gravitational forces had already destroyed most of what was left behind.

No, Eos's thoughts were on many Tracy's she had come to love and lost in the five hundred years of her life, while she didn't befriend them all, she always befriended at least three members of the family from each generation, with one always being a direct descendent of her beloved John.

Her thoughts had reached the memories of Janey, Scott and Lucy, some of the grandchildren of the Tracy Brothers that were members of the third generation of IR when the first alarms started to sound through Thunderbird 5.

Eos ignored them, there was nothing she could do anyway, and turned her thoughts to Briar, Kesha and Fermat, John's son, Alan's daughter and Brain's son, all of whom made up part the second generation of IR and some of the best times in Eos's long life happened during this time, where the only major family tragedy before Scott Tracy's systems were destroyed by a falling building was the passing of Sally Tracy.

Thunderbird 5 was starting come apart when her thoughts turned to Alan and Brains the two IR members Eos made the effort to befriend per John's request to get to know his family and friends, Alan was always a fun challenge to her programming and the expression on Brains' face when he realized that she had given MAX's programming the nudge to become sentient was priceless.

But her final thoughts as Thunderbird 5's power failed as the space station disintegrated along with the planet earth, were of only one person…

The man who created her – who she was now joining him in death.

John.

Extra notes:

Thunderbird 5 in 2560 is not a small one-man station – it's more like a larger version of Tracy Island in space, it's capable of docking several craft the size of Cloud/Sky base at one time, and is not the only space station at Galactic Rescues disposal. All earth solar system rescues were launched from TB5 directly as later models of Thunderbirds One and Two were built capable of space flight.

It was also due for an upgrade to a new vessel, which is why GR was not trying to save it.

There are multiple version's of all the Thunderbird craft, the Ones, Twos, Threes and Fours are named after previous pilots of said craft. The Thunderbird Fives are identified by the AI's that live in them – which are basically copies of Eos' base programming that she gave the first communication officer for the Thunderbird 5 of that system to raise.

What was left of Tracy Island after International Rescue moved to space became sacred ground to the members of IR as it served as the memorial grounds for past and lost in action members of International/Galactic Rescue.