Yeah, I don't own the Thunderbirds! I'm just borrowing them, for this fic, I will return them relatively unscathed.

Dark, it's dark. What?

Eileen regained consensus beneath the snow.

I can't move my legs, what's going on? Oh my god. The avalanche, it hit me! I have to get out of here before I freeze, or worse, suffocate.

Something warm and wet dripped down her face, she brought her mitten up and wiped it off, then she tasted her mitten.

Great, blood.

She thought, as she tasted salty copper.

No wonder my head hurts so much, and my ribs and shoulder. Maybe I can dig myself out.

She began pounding at the snow surrounding her little air pocket, but to no avail. The avalanche had packed the snow as hard as concrete. Eileen didn't care, she refused to just lay there and wait so she continued pounding on the snow.

Scott set Thunderbird one down in the icy dirt parking lot, the retros melting the snow beneath it. As he lugged the heavy mobile control unit out of his craft two young men, one with short hair and sideburns and the other with longer curly hair and a goatee, came running up to Scott.

"Your International Rescue Right?" said the curly haired one

"That's right, I'm Scott." Scott replied.

"I'm Chris Johnson." the curly one stated.

"And I'm Matt Sullivan." said the other "How soon can you get to work?"

"I'll find out." Scott said turning on his radio "Thunderbird Two this is Thunderbird One."

A voice crackled on the line "This is Thunderbird Two go ahead."

"Virgil, what's your ETA?" Scott asked.

"Ten point three minutes Scott." the voice answered.

Scott turned back to Chris and Matt "I assume you heard that?"

"yeah." Matt said.

Scott picked up his radio again "Virg, I'm going to do a scan of the avalanche to find the people, when you get here, start offloading the snow rescue equipment."

"F.A.B. Scott, Thunderbird Two Out." Virgil replied.

Scott looked at Matt "Alright, can you tell me exactly what happened?"

"Yeah, I was on the deck" Matt pointed "over there. I heard a 'whoomp' so, I looked up and the 'lanche was rolling down the hill. I think the cornice up there just gave way."

"Okay, I need to do a thermal scan of the hill." Scott said "And the easiest way to do that is a flyby..."

Scott was interrupted by a cheer that erupted from a large group of people on the mountain side "YEEEAAAHHH!!" Two members of the group broke off and ran towards Thunderbird One, it was the Ski Patrol.

One of them yelled at Scott, Matt and Chris "We found them! The ski school group, they're all together, all twenty three of them!"

"Really?" Chris asked.

"Yup, we've got basically a hundred people on the mountain spread out with probes" the patroller replied.

"Good, keep on that." Scott said "Matt, Chris, will you watch mobile control while I do a flyby?"

"Sure, just hurry! There are still more people trapped up there" Matt said.

Scott climbed into his Thunderbird and lifted her off the ground, he circled once and flew towards the mountain.

A/N: for those of you who don't know, avalanche probes are ten foot tall poles that are stamped into the snow again and again to find people. Hope you enjoyed and I'll try not to leave it hanging for too long.