This is my first Thunderbird Fan fiction. Please R&R

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The Fight For Her Memory

The boat swayed helplessly. The boat was alight and all to be seen was the smoke pouring from the kitchen and the flames leaping form beam to beam. Through the thick black smoke there was a small boy. He was on the floor and he was trying not to look at all the fire. Above him was a beam and because he wasn't looking up he hadn't realised it was going to fall on top of him. A girl suddenly sprang out from behind him and shoved him out of the way. The boat suddenly crashed and the scene was thrown into darkness.

Nicole Olivia Kimpton snapped out of her daydream. She had the dream about the boat the previous night and she couldn't shake it off. Nicole had the dream quite often and thought it meant something but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

" Miss Kimpton, Miss Kimpton! Are you listening to a word I am saying?"

Nicole sat up. She was 17 and had the job as a reporter. She didn't like the job but it was a job at least.

"Yes Mr Smith."

"Good because I want you to report one of the stories that will make this newspaper profits hit the ceiling!"

'He said that last time and it was a report on black and white films' thought Nicole but she kept her thoughts to herself.

"I want you to do a report on the Thunderbirds."

Nicole blinked.

"What kind of report?"

"You are a kid Nicole so if you do a little bit of prying no one will notice! And I want you to try and discover the identys of the Thunderbirds. It will be a famous report. I . . . I mean you will be famous!"

"Have you ever thought what this would do to the Thunderbirds?"

"No! Why should I?"

"I am sorry sir but I won't do it." Nicole said firmly.

The Thunderbirds was so glue that stuck the world together. Without them there would be chaos.

"Excuse me?" said Mr Smith.

He was wearing a grey suit and his face had gone a nasty orange colour.

"I won't do it! The Thunderbirds are the greatest since sliced bread! They are even better!"

Nicole could feel herself reddening.

"No one in my thirty years of working here as ever disagreed with me and I am not going to let a stupid little girl be the first."

Nicole reddened initially.

"You think calling me stupid is going to help!"

Mr Smith got up and paced up and down in front of his desk.

"You are going to agree with me Miss Kimpton."

"No I am not. Get someone else to do it. I am not doing anything."

"You are a kid. You are the only innocent enough one here too do the job!"

Nicole got up and stamped her foot once on the ground.

"No thank you. I won't!"

Nicole turned towards the door and walked slowly towards it. For some reason she felt calm. The door in front of her had frosted windows in it and she could tell someone was listening from outside.

"It is this or your job." Mr Smith announced.

The silence after that statement was deafening. The silence pounded at Nicole's eardrums.

"The Thunderbirds are the only thing for some that let them go to sleep at night without worrying, for most they are the most fantastic thing in the world. I am in that some and most. And I am sorry Mr Smith I will not let myself be in any part of their extinction. You should be ashamed of yourself. And you cannot fire me because . . . I quit."

With that she worked out the door. The moment she was outside she lent on the door, a wide grin across her face. The look on his face when she had walked out of the door was excellent. He had looked like a man who had been hit with a baseball bat and had not quite realised it yet. She then remembered there had been someone listening. She looked up and so a tall lady in front of her. The lady radiated some sort of power. Nicole stood up straight. The lady was wearing a pink skirt, a pink top and a pink jacket. The lady smiled, a friendly smile, which Nicole was quite rare for receiving.

"Hello," The Lady held out a hand. Nicole shook it.

"It was a very descent thing you did back then." The lady continued. She walked ahead and singled for Nicole too follow. Nicole was confused and knew she shouldn't follow strangers because it was dangerous but they were still inside a building so she thought it was ok.

"Thanks" Nicole said.

"My pleasure, I am Lady Penelope by the way. I know you must feel a tad silly walking away with a complete stranger but I heard you refuse that job in there and just had to meet the person who refused it."

"Why? Do you want the job?" Nicole asked.

"No, of course not. I am the last person on earth who would want that job. Believe me."

Nicole looked up curiously but thought not to say anything. Nicole realised they were now on the bottom floor in the foyer.

"I believe you live in an care home Nicole because you seemed to have lost your parents. Is that true?"

Nicole was shocked. She had not told Lady Penelope her name or that she lived in a care home.

"How . . .?"

"So it is true then? Well I phoned your care home a few minutes ago and told them you were going on a two week break."

"How did you do that, that quickly? And they agreed. How did you know my number?" Nicole was starting to get scared.

"They were not happy about the arrangement but I emailed them everything about me and my mobile number if they need to phone me."

Nicole stared at her in disbelief.

" Hold on, let me talk to them."

"Ok" The Lady handed over a mobile.

"I'll use the pay phone." Nicole said. The phone the lady gave her could say every number was engaged or something. Nicole walked to the pay phone and inserted some money. She typed in the number of her care home. It rang for a while until . . .

"Hello?"

"George?" Nicole asked. She recognised the fifteen year's old voice.

"Who's asking?" the voice replied curiously.

"It's Nicole, can you put Helen on the phone?" Nicole asked.

"A rumour's going around you've been fired, is that true?"

"Yes it is and can you please put Helen on the phone?"

"Ok! HELEN!"

Nicole had heard the ok and had known to hold the receiver at arms length. George could yell like a foghorn. She put the receiver back up to her ear.

"Helen?"

"Yes? Nicole are you all right? I checked that Penelope up on the Internet and she has no criminal record. Does she have blond hair?"

"Yes she has blond hair. And loves the colour pink."

"Well it is the same Penelope."

"I'll call you everyday."

"You better and good luck! Bye."

The phone went dead. She turned around and there was Lady Penelope.

"Satisfied?" she asked.

"Very much so."

They walked out of the front doors and there parked in front of them was a pink car. The number plate read FAB 1. It was very clean and shiny. A man stood in front of it.

"Good to see you, my lady." He opened one of the back doors for her. The windows were black so you couldn't see in.

"Thank you Parker." Penelope slid in elegantly.

"Shall I leave this open for you, Miss Kimpton?" he asked her. How does he know my surname Nicole thought? Nicole shrugged and slid in a little less elegantly.

"Err . . . Thank you, Parker."

The man nodded. He was wearing a grey suit and a grey hat. He closed the door. You couldn't see into the car but you could see out. Parker got into the drivers seat and started driving.

"So, any questions?" Penelope said.

" Were are we going?"

Nicole stared, at her, hard. She knew it was harder to lie when someone was looking at you.

"An island."

"An island. Why thanks and there was me thinking you weren't going to give me a serious answer. How are we going to get to an island? Catch a plane?" Nicole said this sarcastically.

"Not exactly." Penelope smiled and nodded at Parker. The cars sides suddenly came out into what looked like wings and she felt something come out of the boot. She looked back and it was a jet.

"What the .. ?" Nicole said. She must be dreaming she thought. She pinched herself. No she wasn't dreaming. The car took off. Nicole froze in her seat.

" Where am I going!" whispered Nicole, watching the sea underneath her.

"To a place, Nicole, I like to call Paradise."

Meanwhile . . .

"Boys, you have some cleaning up to do." Jeff Tracy announced to the dinner table.

"WHAT!" they all yelled.

"We are having a visitor. A "friend" of Lady Penelope's."

"So!" groaned Gordon. He was the second youngest out of all five of his brothers.

"So you are going to tidy up. She will be staying with us for two weeks."

"So we have to be tidy for two weeks?" Scott asked. He was the oldest out of the Tracy brothers.

"Yes." Their father answered.

All the Tracy brothers looked at their father as if he was mad. He stared right back at them before they all got up and sloughed off to tidy up.

"It's times like these I wish we didn't have such a big house." Alan said. He was the youngest. They all laughed even their dad.

Hope you like! Please R&R!