This is probably the quickest I've updated any of the chapters, but I got off on a bit of writing spree on Monday, and wrote all of chapter 16 and most of this one as well. Luckily, it only took me a couple of days to finish the chapter off. I realise that it is a bit shorter that the others, but at least we're on the final leg now.

There will one, possibly two more chapters after this one, and it will really depend on how I feel and the response I get as to if I will do a sequel.

Enough of me…enjoy!

Disclaimer

Thunderbirds and all the characters etc. belong to Gerry Anderson and Working Title films, I'm just borrowing them.

Accidents

Chapter 17 – All the way home…

"Oh, hell, what happened?" Scott grumbled as he picked himself off the ground and gave Lady Penelope a hand up "I thought you had deactivated the bombs."

"I had, all except the main one. The shockwave from the blast in the control room was still enough to knock us to the ground."

"I noticed that Virgil. Let's see if we can find an exit we can still use."

"Parker, what happened?"

"I'm not sure Mr Tracy. I moved Thunderbird 1 away from their base and landed, but it seems that part of the structure was still destroyed in an explosion. Armed police search and rescue teams are beginning to search the compound now."

"Anything from Scott or the others?"

"Not yet Mr Tracy."

"Well, contact us as soon as there is news." The radio went silent for a moment, before another call came through.

"Thunderbird 1, this is Inspector James Lasden. We have four people here who would like to speak to you." A cheerful male voice said, before it switched to Penelope.

"Parker, we're all OK. Could you give us a lift back to base?" Penelope asked, already knowing the answer.

"I'll be right over m'lady." Parker switched the channel back to Tracy Island. "Mr Tracy, the police have found them. I'm heading back to pick them up now."

"F.A.B Parker."

"Lady Penelope, why wouldn't you tell us that you being caught was all part of the plan. It's not like we could've messed it up from in there."

I wanted to Scott, but I had no way of knowing if they were monitoring us or not. We couldn't afford to give them any warning."

"I guess so, but there's still something I don't understand. I thought you said that the plans containing the tracker were destroyed. How was Parker able to trace the kidnappers back to their base?"

"It was planned beforehand. We had a feeling that they would try to ambush us when I made the exchange, so we set a trap for them. They fell for it completely."

"There was a transmitter hidden on you, so that when they brought you here…"

"Exactly. I swallowed an emergency edible transmitter, programmed to a coded frequency, just before I left Thunderbird 1. There was no way they would pick it up."

"One step ahead, as always."

"Goodbye, 'master'" Agent Zero said sarcastically, looking out on the remains of the underground base surrounded by police search teams. "It seems your plan wasn't as good as you thought. Either way, you are dead, but my father and I still live on and we will get your secrets International Rescue, no matter what it takes!"

"For someone who's never flown her before, those were some nice moves Parker. Remind me to teach you some more when we get back." Scott said as Parker climbed down from Thunderbird 1.

"Thank you Scott. Have all the kidnappers been rounded up?"

"We think so. Apparently most of them were caught in the control room blast, including Agent X, but the police are still looking for any other survivors."

"No offence Parker, but where is Thunderbird 2 at the moment. That's who we really need to talk to." Virgil cut in quickly.

"I have not been in contact with John since he found the bomb in London, but I would think he is on his way back by now."

"Thanks."

"Do you think I could 'drive' her this time Parker?"

"Of course Scott, it is your ship. I think I am still more at home driving a car anyway." Scott quickly climbed up into the cockpit, while the other four got into the passenger section, which was rather cramped – Thunderbird 1 was not designed to carry passengers.

Soon after the ship left the ground, the radio came on. "Thunderbird 1 from Thunderbird 2. How's everything going?"

Scott smiled at the familiar voice before answering. "I'd say it's going pretty well. I have got my ship back after all."

"Scott, it's good to hear your voice again." John responded, slightly surprised that it was Scott and not Parker. "Meet you back at base?"

"Yes John, and when we get back, you're gonna have a lot of explaining to do." The smile on Scott's face completely contrasted his serious voice, showing he was joking.

"Wouldn't miss it, big brother, but I think I'm going to have to go down to 'the hospital' first."

"I think I agree, and I can't even see much of you."

"OK, but really, after everything that's happened recently, I don't think I'd mind being stuck in bed for a couple of weeks."

TBC…