Inner Strengths

Disclaimer: I do not own Thunderbirds but my Grandma's neighbour does…-cheers!- I get free merchandise! W00t!

Summary: When a Rescue Mission goes horrifyingly wrong, its Jeff Tracy's Worst nightmare to find out his youngest son has disappeared from the Danger Zone on his first official 'Rescue.' What has become of the youngest Tracy? (-Movie Take-)

Warnings: Psychological references, prepare to be confused! XD, ok instead of drug action I think there may be summit different, like ancient powers of an ancestor of some sort, again I will warn you on chapter heading so watch out for those…one more thing; this will be updated but not quickly. I am currently working on a Stargate SG1 fic, a Relic Hunter fic and a few more AND I have started a new full time job…so you have been warned now!

Don't worry it will all make sense soon… I hope. Lol no I promise it will all become clear as you read on.

Yes I know that's kinda impossible if I don't hurry up and update but I have a new job now so I can only update as and when I get some to myself. Not sure when or how long that will be so you will just have to bear with me for a bit. Sorry!

Anyways I'm glad you all liked Chapter Two so I shall stop my random rambling and let you read Chapter Three… Enjoy!

Chapter Three:


"You're not gonna believe this Dad…" John could barely keep the disbelief from his face as he spoke. Was it him or did the world just pick the wrong day to need the Thunderbirds? They seemed to be in big demand today.

"Just tell me John." His father's tone didn't escape him and he knew he was worried about Scott and Alan just as much as he was.

"The Brazilian Scientific Institution (BSI) is on fire. Foul play again. Some scientists are still trapped inside. We need the Firefly there now." He reported watching his father's expression change without moving. Alarm bells were ringing loud and clear in both men's minds. Father and son shared a look that confirmed each other's thoughts; something was up.

"How long has the building been on fire?" Jeff asked wondering how long it would take for Thunderbird Two to help the people in the courier ship. John's facial expression didn't ease his thoughts.

"Quite a while. It was only noticeable a few minutes ago. Fire fighters have been called but there are noxious gasses and flammable chemicals in that building; the scientists trapped inside aren't gonna last very long if the smoke and heat doesn't kill them first." John replied as he pulled up the information on his screens before sending them to Jeff's monitors.

"And what's the situation like on the English Channel?" Jeff asked going through possible scenarios of how to deal with three urgent rescues with two men missing. Impossible as it sounded Jeff already had an idea formulating. It was risky though…

"Not good either. The ship is out pretty far, rescue teams are doing their best to save as many people but there's still hundreds trapped on the sinking ship and its going down fast, they still need our help." John said with a worried frown creasing his features. "Dad?"

A lot had gone into that last question and Jeff picked it all up. He knew John was beginning to lose hope in the situation but the Thunderbirds still had one last card to play.

"It's ok John. I have an idea…" Jeff said giving a smile as he turned to face behind him. John watched the screen as the chair moved to reveal the last two Thunderbirds stood behind him…

Tin-Tin and Fermat.


"Alan!" he called again hoping to gain his brothers attention, hoping he was still alive to hear him calling. He felt helpless being forced to sit and wait for help because try as he might Scott Tracy was stuck fast. It was killing him, knowing that he couldn't get to his little brother who was probably worse off than he was. Still he held hope, he still believed…

"Alan!" his voice was hoarse and his throat was on fire but still he called like a mother sheep calling out to her lost baby lamb. "Alan, answer me damnit!" his voice hitched on the last word and he promptly fell into a coughing fit, the dust from the rock fall helping none either.

He felt his eyes water as he struggled once more to free himself but stopped suddenly as a small noise caught his attention. He listened carefully trying to discern what it was he was hearing. At first it was a low humming sound to his ears, a slight rumbling perhaps? Fear laced through him as he began thinking of another quake but a small change in pitch and a few other sounds made him think again…

Were those voices?

He listened harder, straining his ears to pick it all up and give him a rough direction of where the sounds were coming from. Underneath? Behind?

"Up there!" the sudden loudness of the voice made him jump and he could feel hands around his buried leg. The Miners!

"Hello up there?" the voice sounded burly and deep. Scott immediately relaxed. Looks like they made it out by themselves…or partly at least.

"This is International Rescue here, you the miners who called for help?" he called down. Feeling slightly embarrassed at being found by the rescuees in a situation that had their roles reversed.

"Yes we called for help, but it would seem you Mr IR is the one who needs the rescuing now." The same voice called up. Scott allowed a brief smile as he thought about the jokes that this rescue would have back at home but the worry and concern for his baby brother swept the smile away almost instantly.

"So it would seem." He said wryly, wondering briefly how the miners escaped the enclosed tomb they'd reported to be stuck in. "There is a small emergency up here that I need to tend to but I need your help to get out of this rubble." He explained briefly, making sure not to give too much information away. That was all he needed right now.

"A small emergency?" a different much lighter voice murmured; female? Another of the miners he guessed but the first voice hit his ears again halting his thoughts.

"Sure thing Mr IR; that would be killing two birds with one stone." It said. A puzzled frown graced Scott's features as he tried to process what the miner had meant.

"How's that?" he asked somehow dreading the answer.

"Your butt is blocking our only exit." Scott groaned…him and his big mouth.


Tin-Tin and Fermat both shared a shocked look then turned their gazes back to Jeff who smiled at them with an air of high expectancy.

"Think you're ready to fly the Turbo Jet?" He asked them. Fermat's eyes all but fell out of his sockets as his mouth dropped to the floor. The Turbo Jet, also known as Thunderbird Six, was a new type of Flying Courier Jet similar to Thunderbird Two but much smaller and much faster. It was a project he and Fermat had been working on for a while now. Its only downfall was that it could only carry one of the mini machines such as the Mole or the Firefly whereas Thunderbird Two could carry up to three or more of them. That and it used a lot of fuel in a short period of time.

"Ye-ye-…absolutely!" Fermat cried as Tin-Tin's smile broadened. They were going on a rescue! Jeff turned back to john who had a smile on his face, and they shared another heartfelt glance telling each other that everything would be ok.

"We'll update you as soon as possible, but I have to keep a channel open to Thunderbird One just in case someone answers." He explained as he stood from his chair.

"F.A.B Dad, Thunderbird Five out." John's image winked out as the portrait of his middle son slid shut on the wall. Jeff then turned to his two Jr. Thunderbirds. He noted their excited faces and eager body language and wasted no time in jumping into action.

"Well come on! That fire isn't gonna put itself out!" the two were instantly on their way down to the Thunderbird Silos with far too much energy for Jeff to keep up with.

"I'm getting too old for this…"


Alan whimpered as he slowly began to rouse. A cold wet feeling pressed into his cheek; a feeling that felt funnily like the wet nose of a dog. Instantly fear raced though his body, his eyes flew open immediately remembering what that could only mean; the wolf was back!

But as he opened his eyes he found his vision to be heavily blurred. He blinked rapidly trying to focus and it took a moment to clear but when it did he found no sign of the wolf anywhere. He didn't understand and for a second the confusion ruled his mind until he became aware of an immense pain shooting down the left of his torso.

His eyes snapped shut as he moaned again trying to remember what had happened but his mind was in a haze and he couldn't seem to collect his thoughts. He tried to move but the pain increased ten fold and he cried out dropping back to his original position breathing heavily.

A small bleeping sound soon caught his attention and he opened his eyes once more to try and locate the intrusive sound. Once his vision cleared again he found himself inside Thunderbird One but it was a mess. Scott was gonna kill him…

Debris surrounded him. Bits of metal lay in a mismatched pattern around him, while the dash hung precariously above his head, held by a mere few wires. The chair he'd previously been sat on had been ripped out from its bolted position and had him pinned down on his left along with other heavy materials that he couldn't see.

He soon recognised the bleeping sound as the communications device located on the dash which was swinging dangerously above him. Someone was trying to contact Thunderbird One and he had a pretty good idea who it could be given that only a select few knew the proper codes and frequencies. He carefully reached up and stretched only to feel his side retaliating with a force to be weary of. He hissed and squeezed his eyes shut as he paused his movements. He couldn't stop now. He had to get help…

His fingers brushed against the control panel and he opened his eyes to locate the answer button. His focus swam before him and he closed his eyes again as he fought against the nausea rising inside him. It settled as quickly as it started and he opened his eyes, successfully locating the button he needed and pushed it into the dash before anymore bouts of pain decided to try and foil his plans.

His father's face instantly flashed onto the small screen that had risen out of the dashboard, a worried frown creasing his forehead.

"Alan! What happened? Are you alright?" Jeff's voice only seemed to add to his headache and Alan moaned in response to the sudden pounding in his head.

"Ow! Dad …keep it down…" he croaked, surprised at how weak and raspy his voice sounded. He closed his eyes again hoping to ward off the headache that was increasing the longer he stayed awake. He could feel unconscious pulling at him but he had to get help…

"Sorry Alan but I need to know where you are. What happened?" Jeff asked leaning in close to the screen as though trying to recognise the back ground. Alan fought his heavy eyelids as he answered but it was a losing battle. Pictures flew into his head and he only just managed to grasp them, slowly remembering what had happened to him.

"I'm…I'm in Thunder… One…the quakes…started again." he tried to explain, tried to give his Dad something to work with but his mind was scrambled and he was losing consciousness fast and Jeff could see it happening.

"Alan, where's Scott?" He asked trying to keep Alan awake long enough for him to get the information he needed. More images flashed as Alan opened his eyes tiredly and looked around as though looking for his brother.

"He was…out side…the quakes…came back…we fell…the wolf…Ah!" Alan wasn't making much sense but the last bit Jeff caught instantly.

Something had shifted and landed on his side heavily. Alan winced as the pain hit him hard. It took all his will power not to turn or try to ease the pain, knowing that any movement could cause even more damage than what was already done.

"Alan, what's wrong?" Jeff tried knowing his son was failing to stay conscious. Alan opened his eyes again looking up into the screen that held his fathers face within.

"Hurts…" A small sob escaped his throat as the pain increased yet again, and his eyes shut instinctively as his body convulsed in response.

"Alan! I know it hurts but stay awake for me, Alan. Alan!" he could hear his father calling, could hear the tone in his voice, the worry. But his mind had already begun shutting down again.

"Dad…" he tried, he really tried but his body had other plans. He soon fell back into unconsciousness, unaware of the approaching footsteps outside.

"Alan!"


"Alan!"

Jeff was torn. He knew deep inside he couldn't leave Alan the way he was, he'd never live long enough for help to arrive. But the people in the BSI needed the Thunderbirds too. Tears began to collect at the corners of his eyes as he watched his son's unconscious face on the screen unsure if he could leave him for so long in the condition he was in.

"I'll go Mr Tracy." Tin-Tin spoke up from beside Jeff. They were all in Thunderbird Six's cockpit but they had yet to take off. "You're needed in the Danger zone, you and Fermat can go and put the fire out while I take the Tracy Jet and get Alan and Scott." Jeff looked at the young woman beside him with a mixture of relief and pride. He nodded gratefully.

"Thank you Tin-Tin. Go, keep me informed." He said as Tin-Tin undid her harnesses and lithely jumped out of her seat and out of the cockpit. A few minutes later Fermat and Jeff saw her in a lift heading toward the hangars where the Tracy Jets were kept.

"Let's go Fermat, those people need us." Jeff said in his authorative manner, hiding his true feeling behind a façade he'd mastered years ago.

"F.A.B-B Mr T-Tracy."