A/N: Heyyyy! Look! I'm not dead!

Thank you to everyone who has stuck by me while I make my way through the last two chapters! I am so sorry this story took as long as it did, school got really busy haha...ha... ha... *I was so tired* Anyway I hope you enjoy!

I do not own the Thunderbirds, just my wacky story plot

PW

Jordy was on the floor cradling Virgil's head on his lap. Soon after Tod had left, Virgil succumbed to the darkness and passed out. So in an effort to make him more comfortable, Jordy moved to position himself against the wall and gently placed Virgil. He had done this many times with his own brother when he was comforting him.

Jordy didn't know what to do so he started rambling. "...I live with my mom, my brother and my grandparents," he started. "We live on a dairy farm so it is busy. Lots of animals though, and early mornings, but I guess you can relate with that…. My grandparents moved in when dad died. He was a wildfire firefighter. Mom said he died doing his job, I like to think he died doing what he loved." Soon after that last sentence Jordy could hear multiple footsteps quickly making their way across the top floor of the barn. Not long after that five figures appeared in the doorway. Tod was one, his mother, Sheriff Thompson and it looked like two men from the detachment. One man carried a collapsible cot to carry Virgil, the other man held materials to make a winch.

"Hello Jordy," Sheriff Thompson said, "your mom and brother filled me in, when did he pass out?"

"A few minutes after Tod left," Jordy replied. "can you help him?"

"We are certainly going to try," the Sheriff replied as he motioned to the two other men to bring their materials over. The man who was holding the cot helped lift Virgil off of Jordy and checked Virgil's vitals.

Once Jordy was out from under Virgil he ran over to his mom. "I'm sorry mom, we lost the drone and,"

"Don't you dare apologize!" His mother retorted, "you just saved this man's life, but next time when you leave the house… take your phone." She placed one hand on each of her sons and gave them a true mothers smile.

By the time the boys and their mother had finished their reunion the men had lifted Virgil onto the cot and the one man who carried in all the other supplies had gone over to the door and was setting up the winch. It was not long after that that the men began lifting Virgil up to the main floor of the barn.

"How's it going up there?" The sheriff asked.

"Not too bad, we are just trying to move slowly to make sure not to hurt this guy further. It looks like he tried to splint his leg, did a decent job with what he had." One of the men responded switching his gaze between Virgil and the other man pulling on the rope. As Virgil ascended into the dim light, the extent of his injuries became more prominent. His eye was swollen and bruised, same with his arm and his leg was severely broken.

It was about halfway through lifting Virgil out of the hole that a bone shuttering crack filled the empty space. The next few seconds changed everything, the winch broke and one of the men managed to catch the rope and prevent Virgil from falling to the floor. After slowly lowing Virgil down the adults began to talk. Sheriff Thompson and Jordy were the last to leave the basement, and were still down there, so they volunteered to stay with Virgil, while one of the men, identified as Mark, said he would go back to the ambulance and call for International Rescue because now the whole barn was unstable.

"International Rescues - do -ou read?"

Back on the island Scott was in the kitchen as John was still at his father's desk. "International Rescue, what seems to be the situation?"

"We- man stuck, appears to be - need help -" Mark's connection was faint but those few words were all John needed.

"We are on our way!" John replied.

"What's going on" Scott asked as he wiped his hands on a dish towel.

"Looks like there is a rescue that didn't get filtered by the GDF. I can't tell what type of rescue it is, do you think we should go?" John asked hesitantly.

"Well Colonel Casey won't give us any missions that need the Thunderbirds anyway. Grandma," Scott asked as his grandmother entered, "can you man dad's desk while we're gone?"

"Absolutely, now go! You have someone to save!" She stated.

"FAB" Scott and John replied, John then tapped the comms on the desk and called Alan to meet in Thunderbird Three, they would need it because it is the only other Thunderbird compatible with carrying a POD.

"I tracked the location of the signal, it was broken, but what I did manage to get was that someone needed help, so I don't know what we are headed in to." John mentioned.

"That's fine, where are they," Alan asked.

"Apparently a rural community in the southern part of Manitoba, Canada."

"FAB," Alan replied.

"Arriving now" Scott stated as he and Alan began shutdown procedures. They were soon meet by a man who introduced himself as Mark and a woman who introduced herself as Sonya. Once the preliminaries had been taken care of, the pair lead the rest of them into the barn.

"I'm not entirely sure how you guys are going to get him out, we tried a winch but it ended up breaking and damaging part of the barn making it unstable." Mark said, "we also don't know how long this guy has been here, the boys found him a few hours ago, just before nightfall. We were hoping you could fill in the rest."

The Tracy's all exchanged looks before Scott asked "why would we be able to fill you in?" But before anyone could answer a little boy came up and seemed to be very happy to see International Rescue.

"Tod, please stay over here while they work," Sonya instructed and was met with a simple nod of the boy's head.

Scott and John leaned over the edge of the hole to get a better look. It was dark and kind of hard to see so Scott asked the man that was down there what the damages were. The man replied that their rescuee had a broken leg, most likely a concussion, some at least bruised ribs and was severely dehydrated among other things.

"How do you think we should move him?" John asked, because he was normally not in the field, he had no idea.

"I'm thinking maybe coming from below with the MOLE, that way we are going through concrete not dealing with the unstable barn itself. Alan? What do you think?"

Alan who had yet to see the scene walked over to his brothers, he suggested a manual hoist, kind of like what the men were doing before International Rescue arrived; only with no pulley. Or configure the MOLE to be a drill and use the drill bit for leverage. Scott was considering it until John pointed out that with the building being as unstable as it was it was, it best to work from the most structurally sound place. Once the were all in agreement Alan and Scott went back to Thunderbird Three, Alan lowered the POD while Scott pulled up a scan of the area on a tablet. He handed the tablet to Alan as John was leading everyone out of the building. The Sheriff and Jordy included.

As Scott climbed into the POD, Alan instructed him on the best point of entry. He suggested going into the larger room first then have him evacuate the man from there. Scott drove the POD to the south side of the building and tilted the nose of the drill 45 degrees below 0 and began to dig his way through the dirt and concrete.

"Alright Alan, I'm in the large room."

"Good Scott, what do you see?"

"Not much, it's pretty dark. Just a single light that's pretty much burnt out at this point." Scott wondered how anyone could have survived down there as he grabbed his flashlight.

Behind him Alan could hear the people talking behind him, but he couldn't tell who was saying what. "They must be pretty happy," one man said.

"They don't seem that happy, maybe International Rescue is huge and they don't know everyone."

Suddenly Alan could hear John join the conversation, "what do you guys mean?"

"Didn't you get my message?" Mark asked.

"Guys, I'm a little disoriented down here, which way do I go?" Scott said over the comms.

"About 40 paces to your left. There should be a door separating the room and the exit." Alan replied moving the specs of the building around on his tablet.

"FAB." Scott turned to his left and began walking. It was dark, it was cold and it was unwelcoming to be down here. "I've reached the door." Scott grabbed the door knob and started to pull the door open when the barn shifted, making him stumble. "John?"

"The buildings integrity is deteriorating, you should be ok because you are below ground, but the top of the barn is likely to collapse. I would suggest leaving as quickly as possible."

"Understood." Scott reached for the door one more time. He opening it slowly, trying to keep the building as stable as possible. "Oh my God…" Scott trailed off.

"Scott?" John asked, "Scott" silence "Scott what's the problem? Scott?" John said as he exchanged glances with Alan.

"It's Virgil….." A small, inaudible whisper was heard over the comms as Scott approached the man; beaten, broken and looked like he had been to hell.

"Scott? What is going on?" John inquired. He raised his eyebrow and looked to Alan who just held his hands up in confusion. Little did they know the next two words would release everything the Tracy boys had been holding for the last couple of weeks…

"IT'S VIRGIL! Guys - they found - Virgil!" Scott practically was sobbing over the comms as he collapsed next to his brother. It wasn't long after those words were spoken that Alan began to cry and John grabbed him and pulled him into a strong embrace, dropping to their knees.

"Virgil," Alan breathed, "thank God." He couldn't contain the excitement, fear and pure relief he felt in that moment and began to shutter. "John," he whispered.

"It's ok Alan," John soothed, "it's all ok now."

Scott stood over Virgil and ran his hand through his hair, a silent tear falling from his face. He hated how beat up his little brother looked. So small, so helpless, so alone. He had failed Virgil, and now his heart sank into his chest as he saw every bump, every bruise that he could see on his brother. His physical injuries were just a part of what Virgil had ensued over the last few weeks, and Scott knew that. "It's ok Virgil, you're safe now," Scott's voice broke as those words escaped him. "I've got you."

Suddenly Virgil's eyes fluttered open slightly, "I knew you'd come," he said letting darkness take him once more.

Back above ground the celebrations continued. "That's why we thought you would be excited," Mark spoke, "my message said, we have a man stuck, he appears to be International Rescue, need help," he continued as he stepped up to the two boys.

"I'm sorry sir, only parts of the message got through, we just knew someone needed help." John replied, his face freshly stained with tears, eyes red. He turned to face the barn, tapping his comms, more tear forming in the corner of his eye "Scott," a hitch in his breath "bring our brother home."