Thanks Tikatu for the corrections and help
"Come on, baby."
John's breathing was swift and shallow; cold sweat made his blond locks stick to his pale, ill-looking face as his hands trembled to fix and wire parts together. The secondary lighting barely helped and the torch on his left hand kept sending blinding beacons of light into his blue, anxious eyes. Still he fought on. He wasn't going to let his brothers down not now, not ever. Those thoughts ran through his mind as his eyes cast down and captured a glistening of metal from the silver chain around his neck.
The red backup lighting cast dreary shadows around the control room in Thunderbird 3, the red light only magnifying the damaged equipment and twisted metal that was scattered over the cold metal floor of the ship. The two Tracy brothers sat next to each other, but for body heat alone, as the temperature in the ship was getting unbelievably cold. Since snapping at each other over Scott's worrying, neither had said anything. The ship may have been freezing but the atmosphere was red hot, and the tension was getting to be too much for the youngest Tracy.
"I'm sorry, okay!" Alan pulled his IR uniform-covered knees up to his chest and put his impulsive head on them.
Scott cast a look at the blond-haired brother next to him and breathed a heavy sigh.
"Me, too. I was just trying to protect you." Alan would never understand how protective Scott felt over his youngest brother. It was a deep feeling of love almost like what a parent has over their children.
"I know. Thanks, Scott, you're always there for me." There was such a sincerity reflected to Scott from Alan's eyes he couldn't help but smile.
"Come here, kiddo." Scott put his arms around his baby brother and suddenly felt the coldness of Alan's skin coming through his shirt.
"Your body is freezing but your temperature is sky high." Scott assessed worriedly as he held his brother, placing one of his large hands on Alan's head.
"Yes, and you're probably not much better. We may have enough oxygen but unless we have got a rainforest hidden in a part of TB3 that I haven't seen, we are both going to get a lot sicker." Alan spoke his worry to his older brother as his pushed away the hand on his head.
"What are you talking about?" Scott asked, slightly confused, considering if the fever had gotten to his brain.
"Carbon dioxide, Scott. We're getting poisoned with every breath we take." Alan looked straight at his brother whose face was cast in a red glow making his features darker.
"Shit! What else could bloody happen?" Scott cursed this journey and felt a desperate need for a strong drink.
After a long silence an edgy voice asked out of the darkness. "Scott, the boys are going to be able to help us, aren't they?"
Scott's head instantly moved to face Alan in the eyes.
"Of course. We're a team. Remember that." Scott said the words and pulled out from under his shirt a silver chain.
The Tracy boys themselves were very rich from whichever career they pursued before IR, but the simple things made them happy. The chain, and its charm, was an idea thought up by Virgil just weeks before IR started operations. Virgil had suggested they needed something that connected all five of them, as until IR started they hadn't spent that long apart from each other, and the others boys had agreed it was a good idea. Gordon had designed the item that was to place them all together and show that they would always be there for each other no matter what, and apart from rescues the chains went everywhere with the boys. Each brother had a flat, cone-shaped piece of silver with very detailed indentations along the sides. Each side would only fit together with the next brother of the closest age. Scott's fitted to Virgil's, with John's as the next piece, and then Gordon's fitting only one side of Alan's, and Alan's other side fitting back up with Scott's. One complete circle tying them together no matter what. Each of the boys had their first initial on the front and one letter of "Tracy" on the back.
"You're right, they will get us out of here, but will it be soon enough?" Alan said as he looked down at his piece of the circle.
Come on, John hurry it up! The thought rang around Jeff Tracy's mind as he sat at his usual spot waiting for his middle son to get Thunderbird Five's weapons back online. The tension was starting to get to him. Everyone on the Island had been on a roller coaster of emotions since the first explosion and there was almost an electric atmosphere in the lounge. Everyone wanted that satellite destroyed, International Rescue's Thunderbirds repaired, and their pilots' home safely, as the clock continued to tick away.
"One more minute. Just got to connect these up and we're done." John relayed a step-by-step diary of the present situation to Brains' lab on Tracy Island. He forced his hands to be steady as he finished his repairs.
"Just one more minute."
The Hood looked up at his command screen and with an evil smirk pushed a single red button.
" International Rescue may have won the battle, but I have won the war."
"Time's up!"
"Done!" An exhausted John Tracy reached up to his command screen and pressed a single red button.
On the edge of the Earth's atmosphere four energy beams were fired and a large explosion was seen by the emotion filled eyes of John Tracy.
"NO!"
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