Author's Note -Jeff thinks he knows. Scott thinks he knows. Kyrano thinks he knows. But only two people know the real truth. This Chapter deals with Kyrano and his reaction..

CHAPTER 6 - A FATHER'S WORST NIGHTMARE - PART 2

Tin-Tin Kyrano could hear Thunderbird One landing on the island as she turned woodenly to face her Father. Why was he so upset? He couldn't know. Only she and Alan knew. She hadn't said anything to anyone and he had been out on rescue.

She fixed her frightened brown eyes on her Father. He looked at her with confusion and devastation, wanting to hear this from her own lips. Her heart began to race and her stomach tightened. He looked like he did know. How could he? How could he have found out?



"Father what is it you want to know of me?" she asked in terror, knowing full well she would have to answer him honestly.

Kyrano did not want to have to say the words any more than he wanted to hear her answer them. If what he had overheard was true he knew his heart would break apart.

They stood looking at each other in silence. He steeled himself.

"Is it true daughter?" he asked, his voice quavering.

"Father?"

"Is this true of you and Mr. Alan in San Diego?" he asked again. He did not want to have to use the words he heard Josie Tracy say on the balcony a short time ago.

The tears quickly welled up in her eyes and spilled over onto her pretty face without warning. It appeared their masquerade was over. How could he have found out? Who else knew that would have told him?

She knew it would be at least half an hour before Alan would return from Thunderbird 1's hangar. He would be performing the basic checks and viewing the film from the camera detector on the craft.

She had to tell him even though Alan wanted to tell his Father first. His eyes were insistent. She had to say it. She could not lie to her Father. The words came out from between her trembling lips.

"Yes Father." she sobbed. "It's true."

His face contorted with the pain that only such news could bring him. He turned away from her to hide his tears. His body felt numb with grief. This was worse than the day his wife left him to bring up Tin-Tin alone when she was still a tiny baby.

It couldn't be true.

It couldn't.

Not his precious baby.

Not his little girl.

Tell me you are wrong my sweet child he thought desolately. Be my little girl again and tell me this is all a dream.

To his mind came the past twelve years of their lives. The years since he had come to live with his friend Jeff Tracy.

She had been his little girl then, the center of his universe, a happy shy little thing with a sweet nature and a beautiful smile. A very pretty child with large saucer-like brown eyes and long black hair that hung in two plaits she'd learned to tie herself. She had danced about and played with her dolls. She had loved her Father with all of her heart. She didn't have a Mother and the two of them struggled to make ends meet but his little girl was happy anyway. He had brought her to America to make her life better, to educate her, give her a chance in life and watch her grow to be everything he knew she had the potential to be.

Then she had met him.

Jeff Tracy's youngest son.

Nothing more than a spoilt little brat she had taken a liking to the instant that they had met. They had become fast friends. It was rare for a little girl and a little boy to be so committed to each other.

She had remained his little girl even as she grew into a young woman. She was still a happy shy girl with the same sweet nature and beautiful smile. She was at an awkward stage in her life but her brown eyes mirrored her beautiful soul. Her hair was no longer plaited. She still danced about and still loved her Father with all of her heart. However she spent most of her days hoping to avoid being teased. It was by the same person of course.

Jeff Tracy's youngest son.

An inconsiderate self-involved adolescent who subjected her to continual embarrassment as her body changed. He made her cry more times than it was reasonable to tolerate. Yet they continued to remain very good friends. Whilst not rare, it was unusual for a young teenage girl and an equally young teenage boy to be good friends without involving their emotions.

No longer a little girl, he waved goodbye to her as she went off to College in England. She wasn't happy to go because she still loved her Father with all of her heart. Her face was quite beautiful, and her dark hair was loosely dressed to frame it. She was a gentle, sweet human being. How different she was to him.

Jeff Tracy's youngest son.

He was a thoughtless young man with a roving eye who went off to College in Colorado. He failed to contact her in England but when he returned home in the summer he expected his friendship to still be special to her. Why it had Kyrano would never now. Things were still at the friendship stage but their emotions were starting to get in the way. He was attracted to her and she was attracted to him.

At twenty-one years old his little girl was now grown up but she was still his little girl. She was an articulate, sensitive, beautiful young woman in every sense of the word with the world at her feet. But of all people who had she fallen in love with?

Jeff Tracy's youngest son.

An arrogant son of a billionaire, who took her into his bed, stripped her of her innocence, impregnated her with his child and then forced her to succumb to this last and worst indignity of all. An abortion. The most brutal and invasive thing he could ever do to his little girl's body and the most damaging blow he could ever render to her heart.

Kyrano's hands twisted together as he tried to control himself and for a moment it looked as if he wished he had Alan's neck between them.

How dare this young man do this to his daughter! His Father might be his dear friend and have more wealth than most people would ever dream of but the character and conduct of his youngest son left a lot to be desired.

How dare Alan Tracy do this to his little girl!

The anger flared up but the devastation overcame any anger he felt. He needed to be alone.

He left the kitchen blinded by his tears, failing to see Josie Tracy enter by the same door.

"Kyrano?" she asked turning on her heel. "Are you all right?"

When he did not reply, she followed him. She put her hand on his arm.

"Kyrano?"

To her horror, he pulled himself away.

"I would be Private Mrs. Tracy." he snapped in a tone she had never heard him use before.

Josie felt an undercurrent of dread as she turned back towards the kitchen. Surely he had not heard them speaking out on the balcony? Her mouth became dry as she realized why that glass of wine had been near the doorway. He must have been there the whole time.

Oh no! Why hadn't she kept her thoughts to herself?

It would have been better if Kyrano had not found out about this. He idolized his child.

Oh dear, she thought. All hell was going to break loose now!

"Alan my darling, you've made one fine mess of this one." she sighed under her breath, silently willing her own son's plane to appear on the horizon.

Alan was going to need his Father once Kyrano adjusted to the news and started to feel the emotion she expected he was feeling when she'd spoken to him just now.

Blunt cold-faced Anger.

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Tin-Tin sat at the kitchen bench with her head buried in her arms, sobs wracking her body. Her whole world had now collapsed. First the pregnancy, then the trip to San Diego, then yesterday's experience, the blast from Scott and now her Father.

Josie Tracy walked in and stood beside her. This poor child must be feeling so much pain inside, Josie thought. It would be hard enough living with what she had done but to have to tell her Father too? Poor little girl. Josie squeezed her shoulder softly before saying in a gentle voice.

"I gather you have told your Father dear."

"Mrs. Tracy?" she replied through her tears. "Do you know of this too?"



Josie sat down next her and patted her back, trying to soothe her as one soothes a crying baby. She had mothered this little girl since she had been nine years old. She had told her about becoming a woman. She had helped her when she had. If ever she needed her help as a woman it seemed it was now.

"Yes sweetie. I know about it."

Tin-Tin shook her head as she wiped her eyes. She didn't know what, but Alan's grandmother seemed to have a gift. She just seemed to find out everything and she was always right.

Josie Tracy took her trembling hand and squeezed it.

"Sweetie, you and my Grandson should have come to me before you did this. Doing something like you have is not the Tracy way of dealing with things."

Tin-Tin nodded halfheartedly. Of course it wasn't the Tracy way. It wasn't the Kyrano way either. But it was the way it was.

"I know but Alan only decided to go ahead with it yesterday afternoon."

"You should still have come to me first if you could not go to your Father." the old lady reiterated.

"Mrs. Tracy my Father would not have understood. Now that he knows, he is not pleased."

"None of us are exactly pleased sweetie." Josie replied. "Give your Father a little credit for feeling like he does."

"I wanted Alan to be with me when I told him." she sobbed. "Just so I could explain why we did this."

Josie frowned. What the heck would Alan want to tell Kyrano for, or his own Father for that matter?

She looked at this sweet child. She was so pretty and despite what was happening now Josie still hoped that one day that grandson of hers would see fit to ask her to marry him. But as usual he'd messed things up by doing this to her. Josie wished Alan thought before he acted sometimes. This mistake would cost him dearly.

"Let's not have any more of this crying now hmm? " she said patting her shoulder affectionately "I know Alan will go with you to explain things to your Father."

She didn't add that her Father would understand. She herself still couldn't.

Josie again looked at the horizon. Where the heck was Jeff? He'd better get home soon.



Despite the words of comfort, the tears continued to fall from Tin-Tin Kyrano's soft brown eyes as she looked in the direction where her Father had gone.

She had to talk to him. She had to try to explain.

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Alan Tracy didn't think he had the energy to take off his uniform before going upstairs. His eyes weren't focusing anymore. He couldn't make sense out of even a basic conversation on the radio. Luckily for him his older brothers had talked him home. He had a lot to thank Virgil and Gordon for today.

He'd completed the cross checks now. The camera detector was clear. Scott's precious silver Thunderbird was home in one piece. He'd be happy about that at least. Alan swallowed. He wouldn't be happy when he confided in him about the money.

However before he faced that prospect, he was going to take a shower and go to bed. He had never felt this tired before in his life.

He wondered how Tin-Tin was. It seemed an eternity since he'd seen her. He felt bad that he had left her to face Scott alone last night. He'd heard her crying in her room later. He shook his head. All of this upset had come from a few minutes pleasure he'd felt eight weeks ago. He couldn't even remember what that felt like now. What a mistake. The past three days had all been a big mistake and it now worried him that maybe...just maybe he had also made the biggest mistake of his life yesterday.

No, he assured himself. I did what was best for both of us. Tin-Tin understood that. He was sure she did.

Nevertheless, the two of them had now started their lives afresh as a result of it and no-one knew what had happened.

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Lunch was a rather weighed down affair despite only being the three of them.

Virgil and Gordon wondered what was going on as they sat at the table watching Scott idly push his food from one side of his plate to the other.

"You know Scott I haven't seen you do that since the time Gordon had his accident." Virgil observed quietly.

Scott sighed and looked up at his brother. "Yeah well that was the last time I was this worried about anything."

Virgil took a sip of his coffee and wiped his mouth with his napkin before saying.

"Scott, the rescue went fine. Dad's not going to know Alan didn't have enough sleep unless you tell him. I'm not going to say anything and Johnny certainly won't. You won't either will you Gordo?"

Gordon grinned and reached for another pancake.

"Depends what my silence is worth." he joked. "Everything has a price."

Virgil glared at his younger brother as he saw Scott's worried brow furrow further.

"Oh come on Virg. Lighten up! As if I'd tell the old man anything like that." Gordon said, sounding annoyed that no one seemed to be able to take a joke at the moment, especially his eldest brother.

Scott's expression didn't change and he continued to push his food about. It must be the burden of command, Gordon thought. I'm glad I'm second youngest and the only aquanaut. I'll never have to worry about it.

He rose from the table. He was leaving these two alone. Virgil looked like he wanted to talk to Scott and Scott was nothing more than a worrywart. They deserved each other.

"Well I'm off to bed for a bit. I'll see you later." he said as he padded towards the door. As he went to leave the room he turned back and smiled at Scott.

"Hey chuckles. You should get some sleep yourself. It might improve your mood. Besides you won't get that kid back in the air for another twelve hours at least. If we get called out again you're going to have to go."

Scott glared at Gordon himself this time. What had he called him? Chuckles?

There it was again; yet another sarcastic comment and this time from a different brother. First Johnny. Now Gordon. They had better watch their Asses when he was back amongst their ranks. They would know then who was the superior brother.

He sighed in annoyance and tossed his knife and fork down onto the plate in frustration. He sipped his coffee with his head down and hands around the base of the cup. That kid was upstairs in his room at the moment. I'm going to kill him he swore to himself. No commitment to anything!

"Want to talk about it?" It was the steady voice of his younger brother. "It's obviously eating hard at your gut."

Scott shook his head.

"Not really Virg."

"Are you sure? I haven't seen you this bad for a few years now."

" Don't you start too. I'm OK. It's bad enough that John thinks I'm frightened of failing and Gordon's now calling me chuckles, let alone Alan…"

Scott stopped himself. He trusted Virgil but he had promised his Grandmother it would stay private.



"You're not still sore at Alan are you?" Virgil asked. "I saw how you looked at the kid when he came in just now. Is that it?"

"No I'm not sore at Alan about last night."

"Is there something else then?" Virgil asked. He knew his brother well enough to know something was up.

Scott rose from the table. His patience was at its limit.

"Just let it go Virg all right." he snapped and left the room on his way to find his youngest brother.

He was about to have more than just a word with him.

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THE KYRANOS TALK

She knocked on the door to her Father's room. He did not answer.

"Father." she whispered. "Father please let me in."

The door opened and the father and daughter faced each other again.

His face was red and swollen from his tears.

Her face was the same.

His face showed the pain of his knowledge.

Her face showed the pain of hers.

Their knowledge was different.

Neither of them knew that.

Only she knew the truth.

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THE BROTHERS TALK

He didn't bother to knock on the door to his brother's room, as he knew he wouldn't answer.

"Alan." he barked as he opened the door. "I want a word with you."

The two brothers, the eldest and the youngest faced each other.

The eldest face was grim.

The youngest was the same.

The eldest face showed the anger of his knowledge.

The youngest showed the resignation of his.

Their knowledge was different too.

Neither of them knew that.

Only he knew the truth.

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THE KYRANO'S TALK

"What is it that you want?" he said to her.

"I want to explain things Father." she said to him.

"There is nothing for you to explain daughter. " he said wearily.

"Father I want to explain to you why I did this." she said.

"Why you did this?" he asked in a tone she had never heard him use with her. "Do you think I do not know why you did this?"

She looked even more frightened now. How could he know about that too? She hadn't told anyone but Alan.



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THE BROTHERS TALK

"What do you want?" asked the youngest.

"Explain yourself Alan." replied the eldest.

"There is nothing for me to explain to you." the youngest said.

"Alan. I want to know why you did this?" the eldest said.

"Why I did what?" the youngest asked.

"You know what." the eldest snapped.

The youngest looked worried. How could he know that? Only Tin-Tin and he knew about this and he hadn't said anything.

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FATHER NUMBER 3

He stood masterfully at the door looking at the worried expression on his youngest brother's face. We are nine years apart, Scott thought, why does it feel like we are nineteen? Why does he make me feel so old? Why do I feel so responsible for his every move?

Their blue eyes met. Scott's were dark blue like his Father's; Alan's were baby blue, a mixture of both his father and his mother. Scott remembered the last time their eyes met like this. He had sat in a lounge chair the night his Father broke down when he was nine and Alan was only three months old. He was feeding him his bottle like Grandma had asked him.

Scott remembered every detail of that feeding back then. Alan smiling at him when he should have been drinking the bottle and his own smile back; Alan's tiny hand reaching up to touch his face and his own hand squeezing his in return. Alan falling asleep in his arms, his tiny body snuggled up to his. His lips touching his little brother's forehead as he kissed him tenderly. The little brother he had loved and protected, as he knew his mother would have wanted him to.

That little brother was no longer a three-month-old baby. He stood in front of him every bit of the man that he was. However, he still felt ...responsible somehow. The gap from twenty-one to twenty nine still seemed to be as big as it always had all those years ago.

He'd guided Alan through many a bad spot over the years. Scott wished he had a dollar for every time he'd given Alan advice. But whilst his advice had been for things that seemed important at the time, compared to what was happening to him right now, those things were now nothing at all.

This was serious. This involved the heart of the girl Scott knew loved his little brother unconditionally. He loved her himself as the sister he never got to have despite being promised one over and over again by both his Father and his mother.

He envied Alan. He hated to admit it but it was the truth. Alan had won the heart of this girl, not by romancing her, but by being nothing but himself, teasing her, sharing things with her and not trying at all to fall in love with her.

This was so different from his own experience in love.

He had tried so hard with Adelaide. Despite the bad start when he was sixteen, he had actively pursued her and he thought they had both fallen in love. She had lived with him when he was in the Air Force. They had made passionate love together and he carefully planned their future. He wanted to share his life with her to the point of total commitment. International Rescue changed that. She hadn't wanted to marry him and left him no option other than to return to Tracy Island without her. He unknowingly left behind his unborn baby, which she had disposed of as one disposes of the trash.

His child! She had aborted his own flesh and blood without any reference to him. No one understood how that had cut him up. How it still cut him up.

Despite all of it, he continued to love her, living his secret semi-hermit's life on this damned island. He was the one who urged Hank to take her on as his personal assistant. At least he could still see her every now and then. Touch her now and then. Love her now and then. He knew she was married. She'd married Mark not long after the abortion. So much for commitment.

Scott knew he should feel guilty about being with Adelaide Washington but he didn't. He knew he was doing the wrong thing by Mark Washington but he didn't care.

She should have been Adelaide Tracy and he should be raising his little girl now. The little girl she aborted in her eighteenth week.

Mark could go to hell!

As for Alan. He had Tin-Tin's heart in the palm of his hand. He only had to say, "Marry me" and Scott knew she would.

Not like he and Adelaide.

He had said, "Marry me."

She had said, "I don't want that sort of commitment."

Scott flinched as he remembered how she had then committed herself to Mark.

Yes, Scott certainly envied this youngest brother. But Alan needed to realize how lucky he was and not throw Tin-Tin's heart around like it was some rag doll. Adelaide had done that to his and it had hurt. Despite their relationship now, it still hurt. The only way he stopped hurting was when he only thought about himself. Behind that locked door in Tracy Enterprises!

"Alan. You've obviously got a lot on your mind and I know you are really tired but look, I know about you and Tin-Tin and the trip to the mainland."

Alan looked briefly at his brother's face and then fixed his tired eyes on the floor.

The brother that stood in front of him was his hero although he would never admit it. He was his big brother, the one nearly nine years older than him. The brother he had idolized as a child. He knew Virgil and John were older too and for that matter so was Gordon; although Alan never looked on Gordon like that. Virgil was artistic and talented; John was obsessed with the universe but Scott. He was different. Scott always found the time for him. He was happy to throw him a ball to hit, help him with his Math, and talk to him about anything he wanted. Things he couldn't ask his Father or tell his Father.

Now was no exception. He needed Scott to help him shoulder this. Well ... most of it anyway.

"Scott this whole thing is a real mess. " he admitted. "You obviously heard about the pregnancy from Grandma. I knew she would work it out when she called us in San Diego."

Scott nodded and retorted.

"Which could have been avoided all together if you would have taken the advice Dad gave you to protect yourself. Or better still not taken Tin-Tin into your bed at all!"

Alan sighed.

"Scott. I'm twenty-one not ten. I love her. She offered herself to me. What should I have said? No? You weren't some twenty-one year innocent in the Air Force were you?"

Don't pull at my heart-strings Alan; Scott thought. I'm not ready for that.

"Well it goes back to what Dad said. You should have protected yourself." he snapped.

Alan sighed again. He knew that he should have. Dear God how he realized that now.

"Yeah well I know and I will from now on. But Scott that's not the half of this."

Scott dismissed his attempt to explain what he already knew.

"Alan I know about the rest and I know that this has cost Dad money somehow. I had a call from Hank while you were out on Rescue. He wants to talk to you and apparently Dad does too."

Alan paled and felt like he was going to faint. If Hank wanted to talk to him it meant only one thing; his Father had found out about the money! Alan sat down on the bed, his face sheet-white. What was his Father going to say and do to him? How was he going to explain?

Alan Shepherd Tracy wished at that point in time that he hadn't rectified his flying fault on the return home when Virgil recognized he was off course. He should have stayed off course and never returned here to face all of this. His Father. Her Father. His second father...Scott Tracy

"Scott. I was really stupid. I panicked about the baby and remembered one of my buddies told me once about this clinic where you could go to get rid of the problem ... The only thing was there was a fee."

"Oh no.How much Alan?" Scott asked uneasily.

"Substantial I'm afraid."

"How much was it? " Scott demanded.

"It was supposed to be fifty thousand dollars."

At Scott's change of expression from worry to disbelief, Alan quickly continued.

"Scott it was only twenty five thousand in the end."

Scott was trying to get his mind around this one. This was Alan's best attempt yet at getting himself into trouble. Was this kid crazy? He'd been prepared to pay fifty thousand dollars for an abortion in a State where it was free? He only needed to pay a reasonably small amount if it was to be kept totally private! What the hell did he do that for?

"Twenty five thousand dollars? Alan! Why didn't you come to me?"

"Because only Dad has that sort of money and couldn't very well say... Dad. TIn-Tin's pregnant. Lend me the money to fix it up."

There was a silence that said it all.

Alan continued. " I would have come to you Scott but what could you have done?"

"Well where's the rest of the money? Do you still have it?"

"No. I deposited it back in to the Company."

"Did you do it under your own signature? Is that how Hank knows it's you?"

Alan shook his head.

"No. I did it under Dad's in San Diego. That was part of the business I had to attend to which made me late home yesterday"

"Well how does Dad know?"

Alan shrugged. He'd called Hank and said his Father had approved the transaction. Maybe they'd spoken in New York.

Scott began to pace the room. A sign he was in a total panic. Dad's going to kill him, Scott thought. If he knows about the money being missing, wait until he hears it was used for an abortion. Jeff Tracy used some of his money for causes that seemed worthwhile to him such as donations to hospitals and setting up of educational trusts for underprivileged children.

Abortions were not on his list of worthy causes.

"Alan..." he finally said worried. " I don't think I can help you this time. I can't intercede with Dad for you for something as underhanded as this. You're in too deep kid. Too deep even for me. You're just going to have to..."

A knock on the door made them both jump. It was Virgil.

"Scott, Dad's on the televid. He's in San Diego and wants to talk to you. He sounds sore."

Well he's going to get a heck of a lot sorer yet Scott thought as he strode out of the room. What a day this had turned out to be. Holding International Rescue together as well as being the eldest brother never came any harder than this.

Scott shook his head at Alan as he left the room. You will certainly grow up from this one, he thought and for what it's worth, I hope Dad gives to you. You shouldn't have done that to your child in the first place. You and Adelaide are two of a kind. Tin-Tin and I know how bad this feels.

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FATHER NUMBER 2

"Father."

Silence.

"Father please talk to me."

Silence.

"Father. I had to do this. Please understand."

Silence.

"Father. I love him."

Silence.

"Father I ask your forgiveness but I cannot change what has happened."

Silence.

"Father. Please do not treat me in this way."

Silence.

The only sound was that of her tears.

Kyrano turned to face her. He was over the initial shock of it now. The anger now boiled in his body like oil in a cauldron. Anger so deep it burned in the core of his soul. He shook with the intensity of it. This was his daughter and this time Alan Tracy had gone too far. No more would he tolerate this young man's treatment of his only daughter.



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FATHER NUMBER ONE

He just couldn't please this Father of his sometimes.

"Dad I thought I did the right thing." Scott said defensively.

Jeff Tracy's face looked imperiously at his eldest son's.

"You've just admitted that Alan had less than the mandatory break. I saw him in San Diego. He was exhausted then."

"The rescue went fine Dad."

"I know it did. I heard the report on the newscast. But you risked the life of your brother. You should have gone yourself. "

"I thought about that several times Dad but I still think I made the right call."

Jeff Tracy frowned.

Of course Scott had made the right call. He wasn't stupid.

He would have been in a reasonable position to assess whether Alan was fit or not.

Jeff knew he was simply trying to vent some of the pent up anger he felt towards both his eldest and youngest sons as he headed towards Tracy Island. If he didn't let some of it out Lord knows he would explode.

The eldest had a lot of explaining to do.

The youngest… the youngest had better have said his prayers.

"My ETA is 1805. I'll be approaching from the northwest. Scott I want a word with you when I arrive home."

Scott sighed. "Yes Sir. Base out."

As Scott slumped in the chair in front of his desk he wondered if this day could get any worse.

It was.

He did not know his Father knew of Adelaide Washington.

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FATHER NUMBER 1

"I can't believe that Scott is involved with a married woman."

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THE SPIRIT

"There's a lot you don't know about Scott Jeff."

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FATHER NUMBER 1

"He's twenty nine years old. He should be over that stage of his life by now. I had two children then."

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THE SPIRIT

"He might have too if it wasn't for International Rescue."

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FATHER NUMBER 1

"This has nothing to do with that. This is a merely romp for him. A tryst. A pleasant diversion from the paperwork I send him to do. At the expense of her marriage."

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THE SPRIT

"Please don't be too hard on my son."

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FATHER NUMBER 1

"Why doesn't it surprise me that you would say that Lucille."

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THE SPIRIT

"You have never met me. I have never met you. I have never met your daughter. But my son loves her. He's proven it. Please don't be too hard on my son.

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FATHER NUMBER 2

"Alan Tracy has ruined my child's life. I'll be hard on him all right.

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THE SPIRIT

"Your brother loves her Scott. I'm your Mother. I can't be there to help him. Don't let him go through this alone. Please."

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FATHER NUMBER 3

"Mom I can't stand up for what he's done to Tin-Tin. I don't agree with it. Commitment is everything. As for the money… he's got to learn."

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THE SPIRIT

"Scott you certainly have become like your Father haven't you."

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FATHER NUMBER 1

"Alan had better be able to justify to both Kyrano and myself how he's treated Tin-Tin."

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FATHER NUMBER 2

"Alan had better be able to justify to both his Father and myself how he's treated my daughter.

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FATHER NUMBER 3

"Alan had better be able to justify to both Dad and Kyrano why he made her have that abortion."

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THE SPIRIT CONFIDES

"I see more than all of you can see and all of you are wrong about my son. Please do not be too hard on him."

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FATHER NUMBER 3

"Mom. It's his own doing."

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FATHER NUMBER 2

"My position is clear."

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FATHER NUMBER 1

"There is no excuse. "

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THE SPIRIT

"My son will surprise you all as I will. When I soon return. I will return as a result of my son."

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NEXT CHAPTER - THE TRUTH ABOUT COMMITMENT

Authors Note - Should we call International Rescue now?

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