Revelations: Learn to Fly Again.

Wow getting so many nice reviews I'm gonna keep working on this for a while. Um that's about it. Thanks so much for all the reviews it's nice to come after a naff day at college and fine you fine people love me! (Maybe that's going a little too far.) Oh well next chapter!

It had been six months since the accident. Alan and Fermat were going strong and the day had finally come for Alan's cast to come off.

"But I like being the centre of attention, and not having to work," Alan moaned in his high-pitched voice and pouted at Fermat who was lying next to him in bed, and enjoying the time spent with Alan.

"You're the centre of attention anyway, and don't you miss flying?" he rolled onto his tummy and started doodling on Alan's cast. He always did this when he was bored and now the cast looked like a mess of love hearts entangling the boy's names together.

"Suppose but dad's loved it so much going on rescues again, and I've been out so long that I don't know if I can remember how to fly," Fermat smiled and looked at his boyfriend, then stretched.

"Well I wouldn't like to be there if you tell your dad that,"

"Tell dad what?" the voice had come from the doorway. Virgil with TinTin's arms wrapped round his waist.

"Nothing, what are you to up to?" TinTin had been so upset when Alan had found out about her and Virgil, she though he hated her, then he explained about Fermat, and they agreed to all be open about it.

"We've come to take you down stairs, the doctor from the main land just arrived to check you over and take off that disgusting cast.

"I think it's cute," smiled Fermat.

"You would," retorted Virgil before TinTin voiced her opinion.

"I like it to," she smiled against his shoulder, "Alan always knows he has someone to love him that way," Virgil turned and kissed his girlfriends forehead.

"Fine next chance I get I'll write all over you, come on sprout," the other two waited while Alan got on his crutches (which he had been forced into using by his dad) and started to make his way down stairs.

"Hello Alan, and how has the cast been?" smiled Dr. Marks as he checked over Alan's chest and head.

"Fine, I can walk on the crutches now,"

"Good, good."

While he proceeded to remove the cast, Fermat pulled Jeff into the next room.

"Is something wrong?" Jeff face looked puzzled with a hint of worry.

"No...well at least I don't think so. Alan said something about not wanting to fly anymore, and I'm not sure if it's because he can't remember or he thinks you're enjoying your self out there too much," Jeff placed a hand on his shoulder.

"O.k. I'll talk to him, but you know he loves flying he's just out of whack," Jeff smiled and went back into the room, where a very proud Alan was greeting his leg again.

"It will be a bit weird for the next couple of days but you'll a just," he threw a smile at the family and friends who had gathered in the infirmary,

"With some help from all these fine people," Scott and Gordon put on smug smiles and TinTin and Onaha rolled their eyes.

"Thanks doc," smiled Alan jumping off the table and releasing a squeal.

"I'm fine," he smiled as Fermat ran over to him. Alan got on the crutches and made his way to the pool.

Alan gentle lowered him self into the pool and into Fermat's arms.

"Promise you'll tell me if any things wrong?" Alan smiled at Fermat.

"I promise," and the Tracy's spent the rest of the day celebrating.

Later that night once everyone was in bed, Alan looked at Fermat's gently sleeping form next to him and kissing his forehead got out of bed and put some trousers on. He gently hobbled down to the kitchen, poured him self some apple juice (hoping Scott hadn't drank it all) and went to sit by the pool.

"Hey Alan," he almost screamed and dropped the glass he was holding before he turned and saw Virgil lying on one of the sun beds looking up at the stars.

"God, are you trying to kill me?" Alan sat down on another sun lounger and brought his knees up to his chest.

"No me, Scott and John gave up years ago, by I think Gordo's still thinking." They shared a laugh before Virgil cut to the chase.

"So you don't want to be a Thunderbird any more?" Alan shot a look at Virgil and knew immediately that Fermat wasn't going to see the light of the morning.

"Who told you?" he had to be sure he couldn't believe that Fermat would betray him like that. He got a horrible pain in his stomach.

"Dad, he said something about you thinking HE was enjoying the job too much," Virgil sat up and looked at his youngest brother. He was so small, and Virgil (not exactly ranking along side the tallest of Tracy's) never really thought he could protect his little brother like he was suppose to but after a late night talk with John once, he realised he can always help in other ways. And suddenly without saying a word Alan knew this.

"I'm scared," Virgil was shocked. He had never known Alan to be scared of anything, not even his dad.

"Of what?"

"Being hurt again, being hurt seriously, not being here, not being with Fermat," now he understood.

"Alan it's ok, sometimes we get hurt but that's just in the line of our work. Like remember the time the Hood blew John up in Thunderbird 5? We all thought it was over, even Mr. Scott Positive. But we all had to believe that we wouldn't be too bad because we had you and we had each other," Virgil took this opportunity to move over to Alan's sun bed and sat on the side.

"And you know Mom would never let anything bad happen to you or any of us." Alan smiled and sat up to hug Virgil.

"Thank-you," he whispered into his brother's ear. Just then the alarm rang someone needed rescuing.

"Ready?"

"As I'll ever be," Alan smiled as they made their way to the control room help save the day again.