Thank you to everyone for liking and reviewing this story. (previously titled Fallen Brother) More chapters will be coming and all from different family members, just not sure on time frame - This particular update was a struggle - Johnny boy was not playing. Well, until I kind of broke the fourth wall and just let him do the talking. (and I'm sure he also held back because I keep calling him Johnny)

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Chapter 2: John.

"Thunderbird 5. My home away from home. I love being here, the solitude suits me and because of that I'm the one who is up here the most. Don't get me wrong I adore my family and I enjoy spending time with each of them when I'm on leave but being here amongst the stars that I've gazed up at in wonder since I was a small boy makes me feel so peaceful. Four days ago, that tranquillity was shattered, and for the first time ever I am finding myself wishing that someone could replace me, someone could come here and take me home.

You see my first younger brother, the one who holds us altogether with his natural calming and added creative abilities was nearly killed while I was sleeping. I know, I know, me sleeping didn't cause his crash, but if I had been awake then maybe I could have done something to help him, like hacking the Sentinel and stopping them from firing on his bird. Instead, I was on ordered downtime after two back-to-back missions which had kept me awake for over forty-eight hours. The first required Thunderbird fours assistance, the second was in space with Alan. After I called in the third requiring just Scott and Virgil my dad, believing it was a rescue that wouldn't require my expertise, ordered me to communicate any vital information I had to my brothers, then relay Thunderbird Five's communications to Tracy Island so I could spend the next ten to twelve hours asleep. I managed the full twelve and after a shower and food I was ready to return to work. Except, the reply I received when contacting base wasn't the one that I was expecting.

Ten minutes it took for me to make contact, I can't begin to explain the thoughts that had rampaged through my mind when no one was responding, Alan finally answered looking slightly pale and very tired. Immediately I demanded to know what was going on, the answer drained me completely. The Sentinel had fired missiles at Virgil, thankfully dad had been able to reach Washington and stop the meaningless attack, but the damage that had already been received was great and my little brother was extremely lucky to make it back to the island. Well, I say lucky… Head injury, smoke inhalation, broken ribs, several cuts, and bruises. Yet, it wasn't until the following day that he regained consciousness… But he was still alive, and that's what mattered.

After a long chat with the youngest to make sure he was coping I signed off and instantly logged into our islands security feeds so I could see the crash. Yes, I know it sounds a little morbid, but the reality was probably not as dramatic as what was playing through my mind. Thankfully, although extreme, it wasn't. However, what seeing that crash didn't do was alleviate the need that I still have now to see and talk to Virgil. What it did do was produce another need, one that I could do something about, and that was to make sure that the man who recklessly fired at the kindest person you could ever wish to meet receives some sort of justice. Nothing too malicious of course, we are in the business of saving lives and not taking them, but maybe I'll put my hacking prowess to use and make sure he gets discharged from his position. Whatever I choose though won't be pretty but will be fully deserved…

…Oh, one moment, I seem to have a call coming through from home - - - - It's Virgil… Sorry, but I have to go, he still looks really groggy and probably won't be able to talk for too long, but I've desperately been needing this chat… Catch you guys later, Thunderbird Five out."