Disclaimer: I don't own them, I'm not lucky enough.

A/N: Set quite a while after the movie. John's back in the rebuilt/repaired Thunderbird Five.

-I'm going by the ages provided by the site, with the exception of Alan. So the ages are: Scott- 24, John- 22, Virgil- 20, Gordon- 18 and Alan- 16 (the site had Alan at 14).

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It was 9:00 when Virgil woke again. He didn't open his eyes right away, instead listening first. He wasn't alone. He heard the sound of shuffling papers and someone's breathing.

"Morning sunshine," Scott said when he saw that Virgil's eyes were open.

"Morning," Virgil replied. "Sorry I took your bed last night."

"No problem, I just took yours," Scott said. "Though now I know why you don't sleep in that often."

"Sunlight?" Virgil guessed and Scott nodded.

"Right on the bed to boot," Scott sighed. "We let you sleep through breakfast. We figured you needed it. But don't worry, Onaha said that she'd make you something whenever you got downstairs."

Virgil nodded. "Thanks for last night."

"Not a problem, little brother. Now get downstairs and get some breakfast. I've got work to do and you get cranky when you're hungry."

Virgil laughed, and then headed to the kitchen. Onaha smiled when she saw Virgil approaching, motioning for him to sit at the nook. He did so, and she set a cup of coffee in front of him. He breathed in its aroma and smiled.

"Thank you," he sighed before taking a sip.

"How are you feeling?" she asked. "Tin-Tin mentioned that you weren't feeling well last night."

"I'm fine now," Virgil answered.

"Good," she replied. "Would you like some eggs and sausage?"

"That would be great," Virgil answered.

The two chatted while Onaha cooked. It didn't take long before she set a plate before him. She left him to eat, and he did that quickly. He realized he hadn't eaten much the day before, and nothing after he'd gotten sick. After breakfast, he found his father in his office and Jeff told him what John had reported the night before.

"So the Hood or someone associated with him paid Reilly…for what?" Virgil asked. "I doubt the Hood would part with that much cash just to hassle me."

"Agreed. I filled Lady Penelope in on the situation earlier. I hope you don't mind."

"You didn't tell her that I got sick, did you?" Virgil groaned.

"Of course not!" Jeff replied. "I do have some sensitivity to your pride. But she did mention that she'd look into it as well."

The day went on without incident. John had yet to report in, and Jeff didn't want to disturb him. The four brothers spent most of the day poolside, not coming in until late afternoon when Jeff called them. They entered the command area to see John on the screen.

"Well, Reilly didn't visit those three," John reported. "But I'm looking into possible associates. Someone else could've made the visit, then reported to Reilly what he or she had learned."

"And there's something else, not related," John added. "I've been watching the snowfall for the southern New England area of the US. They got hit with a Nor'Easter last week and they're about to be pelted with another. Looks like it'll hit tomorrow. Some areas may need assistance dealing with so much snowfall."

"FAB. Watch that carefully, and alert the local authorities that we're available if needed."

"FAB."

John signed off. Since Scott and Alan had spent a lot of time in New England, he asked them for their opinions of Nor'Easters.

"Great for snow days," Alan said. "But they're nasty storms."

"They dump tons of snow in a short period of time. Roofs collapse, roads are closed. Remember that one Christmas I couldn't make it home?"

The only people who didn't nod were Tin-Tin and Brains.

"That Nor'Easter was so bad that Connecticut shut down," Scott explained, referring to the state where Yale was located.

"What do you think our emergencies will be?" Jeff asked.

"Avalanches in the mountains, roofs collapsing, various vehicle accidents," Scott listed.

"John will keep on eye on things. Rest up, I have a feeling we'll be needed tomorrow," Jeff replied.

"FAB," his sons said.

They did as they were told. After dinner, the evening was spent watching a couple of movies with a rematch between Scott and Gordon in between.

"Let's see if they finish this game," Alan commented softly to Virgil, who nodded.

They did finish the game with Scott winning. While he gloated, Gordon sulked. And the others laughed.

The next day was filled with anxious tension. They were all waiting for the call to head out to New England. So Scott was with Thunderbird One, checking his craft over to ensure that she was ready and set, although he knew it was. Virgil went over Thunderbird Two, making sure it was winter weather ready. Gordon and Alan went over the pods just in case.

They got the call a little after 10am. Since everyone was already gathered in the command area, they were able to get their information quickly and leave.

"Back to Connecticut," Scott said, having called Virgil so they could share ETAs.

"I'm sure this isn't how you wanted to go back," Virgil replied.

"Not at all," Scott agreed.

Scott arrived first, flying over the Coliseum in New Haven, Connecticut. It was a place he remembered all too well, having gone to enough events in there. The roof had caved in underneath the weight of the snow, trapping a hundred people inside. They had been there for an amateur hockey game. Virgil passed along the update to Gordon and Alan, who where waiting in the pod bay.

Scott announced that he'd landed in the parking lot and was setting up Mobile Control. He also passed along word that there was room for Two to land next to One since the parking lot was desolated. Once Two landed, they moved the equipment out that they would need.

"Gordon, take the Firefly and start clearing some of this snow and debris. We need to make an exit. Alan, see if you can find a way inside and check that area out," Scott began, pointing to an area of the building for Alan. "If there are people there, move them. Let me know if you can't. We'll use the Thunderizer to make ourselves a door out here. Virgil, once we have an entrance and exit, you'll go in with Alan and start getting checking and getting people out. I'll stay here and coordinate with the local emergency crews."

"FAB," the other three said before going off on their tasks.

Virgil went with Alan and stood outside. It was a good thing he did because there was a lot of interference and Alan was having a hard time reaching Scott. So he would tell Virgil and Virgil would pass the information along. Once Alan had checked the area out and found that it was clear of people and any serious hazards, Virgil told him to get further into the coliseum and begin checking on the people inside. Gordon, who'd finished getting the area clear, drove the Thunderizer over and made quick work of the debris.

"One door, as requested," Gordon quipped when he was finished.

"Get back to Control, I'm going in," Virgil said, and Gordon nodded.

Once he found the main area of the coliseum, he radioed Alan for an update.

"Most of the people are trapped in the main area. The concession area wasn't damaged, so the people there were able to get out. I'm at the far end from where I entered. Have Scott send in the rescue personnel. We'll need the help."

"FAB."

Virgil told Scott, and added that communication might get difficult because of interference.

"FAB. I'll see if John can boost the signal," Scott said.

Virgil showed the rescue personnel to the main area and they all began to get people out. Gordon, after stowing the Thunderizer, also came in to help. It was slow going, but they managed to get most of the people out easily enough. There was only one area that was going to be difficult and that was the hockey ice itself. It was centered in the coliseum and that was where the bulk of the roof caved in.

Virgil had managed to worm his way though the debris, into an area that no one else had gotten to yet. He found someone lying there, and knew the person was injured.

"International Rescue," he said calmly. "Can you hear me?"

"Yes," the man said. "My legs are trapped, I can't get them free."

Virgil made his way to him, being extremely careful of the debris around them. He didn't dare assume that the debris pile was stable. Once there, he managed to work the man's legs free, using a piece of steel as leverage.

"Let's get you up and out," Virgil said once he'd seen that man could walk.

It was a slow process, but they soon emerged out from the large pile. Once Virgil had seen the man getting care by an EMT waiting nearby, he went back to the pile. Alan and Gordon were also inside, the other rescue personnel waiting around the pile since too many people crawling about was deemed too dangerous.

Outside of the coliseum, Scott kept in constant contact with his brothers inside, John and Tracy Island. So when the pile collapsed in on itself, he knew immediately.