Disclaimer: I do not own the Thunderbirds, the Tracys, any of it. I only own the story line.

OK, OK, OK so I know it has been four months since I updated….. Oops?

Well in my defense I have been writing, I just had a plot hole that I didn't know how to fix until now. SO! I have been writing the second half of my story, I just didn't know how to bridge the two….

There is some... creative licensing in this chapter regarding the science capabilities of 2060... just keep that in mind.

So here, enjoy. I'm sorry, I'll update the next 'chapter' really soon, because I have it, I just want to make you wait, again, mwahahahahaha.

Previously:

"Mr. Tracy," the mysterious man suddenly appeared in the room. "Are you ready to treat your patient?" His voice was slick, smooth, his tone, sneaky and unnerving.

Virgil glared at the man, "I guess I have no choice."

"G-Gordon's not dead, the radiation that is in his b-body is messing with the machines. The radiation is s-slowing his heart rate down so much that the machine can n-not compute with the added strain of r-residual radiation coming from Gordon."

"It's like that movie from 2017, umm… Doctor Strange, the metal in the guy's brain was making it appear like he was dead when he was just in kind of a suspended state!" Scott added for clarification, receiving some very strange looks from John who asked when exactly Scott had ever watched a superhero movie from the early 2000's "What? I was paying attention when you guys watched it two weeks ago."

"Well that's e-exactly it Scott! I-It looks like Gordon has been exposed to radiation that is te-tearing him ap-part from the inside out. Until I can run some t-tests I can't be sure exactly what he has though, and by the t-time the results are in it may be too late." Brains looked from Scott to John as he relayed the information. Alan was ordered that he go get some actual sleep so he wasn't around to hear the words that no one wanted to hear.

"So," Scott pestered, arms crossed across his chest, he was angry, upset and frustrated. Angry that it was happening, upset on how everyone was hurting because of it and frustrated because with him not being a genius, he couldn't do anything. "What do we do?"

Brains began to pace back and forth, his brain working to find a solution.

"What if we could slow down the radiation?" Alan said, tears streaming down his face as he peered around the doorway. "if … if we could slow it down by a bit it'd give you more time to… to…"

"Save him," John finished looking from the innocent boy in the doorway to Brains. Scott walked over to Alan, gripping him tightly. His eyes began to sting.

Sounding more stern than ever he stated, "I don't care what you have to do. But save him." With that Scott steered Alan away.

"O-ok so to s-slow down the radiation from spreading, we can…."

"We have already decontaminated him so there is no more residual toxin, but aside from freezing him " John added.

"Y-yes that's i-it!"

"Brains! We can't freeze a person, let alone my brother."

"Yes we can, we can cryo freeze him!"

"How? We have a lot of tech, but not that kind of tech!"

"Y-yes we do, cryo freezing is done by u-using carbon dioxide to cool the body down to -80 degree c-Celsius. We use CO2 in our f-fire extinguishing equipment!"

"So you're suggesting turning Gordon into, into a Squidsicle?" Brains nodded almost excited by the idea.

"I'll take the s-samples first, p-plus extra so we don't have to r-risk thawing him sooner than we have to."

"Wow, well Scott did say anything."

Virgil stood over The Hood, watched closely by his watchdog. He observed The Hood's physical state, the look of fatigue, his sickly look, it made Virgil slightly pleased to see the man in this state. It almost makes up for hurting Gordon. Almost.

"Hurry up," the dog shouted, startling Virgil making him wince at his sudden movement.

"I need time, I can't treat him if I don't know what he has."

"Well hurry up." The man was stern looking at Virgil as if he were in for a severe beating.

"Gloves."

"No gloves."

"Sterilizer?"

"Rubbing alcohol."

Wow. Virgil thought to himself. A medic's worst nightmare. "Do you have any useful tools?" The man sauntered over to Virgil, standing up the other man was taller. He leaned in close to Virgil's ear, just brushing the side of his drooped hair. The hairs on the back of Virgil's neck stood up as the man just breathed in his ear.

"Maybe you'll feel better in the morning, and then you'll be willing to help him. Hopefully some alone time will give you an attitude adjustment!" Virgil doubted it. The man grabbed Virgil's shoulder and dragged him to another room, locking the door behind him when he left. "Oh yeah, I hope you enjoyed your meals, they will now be few and far between."

Morning finally, Virgil thought. At the beginning of his lockup, he was given a small metal cup for water and has had nothing else. The door opened and a shadowy figure emerged out of the overwhelming light. The British man set a small plate on the floor. It had one apple and a small finger sandwich. This caused Virgil to this of Lady Penelope. Her biscuits, her tea, how he wished this sandwich was half as good as hers. He ate it anyway. Slowly, leaving the apple.

"Eat it."

"I'm saving it."

"You do and you'll lose it."

I swear if I wasn't so hurt... Virgil thought as he ate the apple. Once finished, the man supplied him with more rubbing alcohol to clean his now infected wounds. Virgil lifted his tattered uniform to dress his wounds. The man thought Virgil was taking to long and took the bottle from him, pouring its remaining contents into Virgil's wounds causing him to contract and clutch his side as the sting feed all the way to his core.

"You're done. Get up." As Virgil crawled to his feet the alcohol moved going deeper and deeper into his wounds. "Oh yeah, that was the last of the cleaning agent you'll get. Now you better get to work saving The Hood... and if you do that your little aquanaut won't die at the hands of The Hood, but his life depends on you now."

"Nothing! It's been days and nothing." Scott paced in the pit in the living room.

"We know the EMP came from a ship Scott, that something," Lady Penelope stated through hologram.

"Yes but what ship, who's ship? Every time we get something we end up with more questions!"

"Scott! I know this is a strange time, but you need to calm down."

"How can I? I have one brother in cryo freeze, one missing and another completely distraught."

"I don't know how Scott, but figure it out. You're the big brother who has two younger brothers looking to him for information and reassurance, even if it's not there." Scott plopped onto the couch. He nodded in agreement. "Maybe you and Alan need to go on a low key mission, take your mind off things for a while."

"That's not a bad idea."

"According to GDF chatter there is a small cave-in in Iceland, no immediate danger. Do you want it?"

After pondering for awhile, weighing both sides of how this would effect everyone, Scott agreed to this mission and called Alan in from the pool. "Alan, we are going to Iceland. You need out of this house and out of your head." With a slight nod Alan ran down the ramp to get to Thunderbird 1, with notification to John and Brains about where they were going, the two were off on a much needed change of scenery.