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Sorry for the wait, I've been really busy with my GCSEs coming up which means the upcoming chapters will probably take a while as well. I will try and fit my writing in between my revising in the next few weeks.

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Author note - I wanted to have John around at some point in the story because I like him a lot. However my story is set six months after the film. Alan seemed to be in his early teens in the film so I figured there was no way he could be working on Thunderbird 5 like he did in the TV series. So I'm afraid the rest of the time John is going to have to stay in space.

"Ok, we need to think this through." Jeff Tracy paced the room with his sons watching, "Whoever did this obviously has a grudge against International Rescue but that leaves…" He felt the colour drain from his face.

"John." he turned to the video screen but John was already ahead of him and through the video link he could see his son checking several computers. Suddenly he froze.

"Shit." John muttered under his breath but it was still loud enough for everyone to hear. Their hearts skipped a beat. If their usual calm and rational older brother was cursing then it could only mean the worst.

"I'm so stupid! Why didn't I notice this earlier?!" John began checking and re-checking everything he'd read.

"John," Jeff said calmly, "It's ok…when did he escape?"

"Three days ago," John sighed. "I should have noticed it but it hasn't actually been broadcasted yet, twelve other prisoners escaped with him." How could he possibly have escaped? John relayed the possibilities over and over in his mind until his youngest brother spoke up.

"His eyes…that power he has…he must have used that to manipulate the prison officers," he looked at his father who nodded, "but how was he able to manipulate the whole prison? He was never strong enough to do that before." Nobody had an answer to that question. They now knew who had kidnapped Scott but still had no idea how to find him…

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"I suppose you're wondering what I'm planning aren't you Scott?" the Hood smirked when the eldest son of his enemy wouldn't look at him. "You know you don't look that much like your father, I suppose you must look more like your mother." Scott was tempted to glare at him but still kept his eyes away.

"Still, you are Jeff Tracy's eldest son…I expect he would take great risks to save you…" he couldn't help smirking again.

"Like walking into a trap?" Scott suggested in a cynical voice. The Hood laughed.

"You catch on quick, boy." he moved across the room so that he was facing Scott. "Maybe I should just get rid of your brothers and spare you…a quick thinking head and keen instinct like yours could be very useful to me." he stood and moved to the door.

"You didn't mention my father!" Scott called back to him. The Hood laughed again and turned to face him.

"The fireplace in my villa is bare and rather boring at the moment…perhaps a candle on each side and your father's head in the centre might make it look more…eye-catching?" He walked out leaving Scott alone again. The thunderbird knew he had to get word to his family somehow. For the first time he looked down at his wrist and saw his communicator……broken. Well that's just typical, bloody typical! He looked around the room for something tiny that he could attempt to fix it with. The only things suitable that he could see were the splinters on the window frame so despite the pain he slowly hauled himself up and staggered across the short distance to the window. He managed to grab a small wooden splinter before his leg painfully gave way and he collapsed to the floor again. The unbearable pain in his leg made his head feel very light and he suddenly found it very difficult to focus. The last things he saw were two large objects coming towards him before everything went black.

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Virgil sat alone in his room. His eyes stared at the blank walls covered by various canvases he'd painted over the last few years. They stopped when they reached one particular canvas. He'd painted it just over a year ago and the memory caused a smile to emerge on his face.

Virgil sat at the piano. The room was filled with the calm and relaxing sound that was created by his skilled fingertips. Scott walked into the room calmly with a cookie in his hand. Virgil hadn't noticed him so the eldest Tracy boy just leaned against the wall and silently watched his younger brother play. It was a love ballad that Virgil knew was one of his older brother's favourites. The song ended sooner than Scott would have liked.

"That was beautiful, Virg." he told his brother who smiled his thanks. Suddenly a yell of frustration was heard in the kitchen and Scott winced. It was Gordon.

"SCOTT!!!" the second youngest Tracy charged into the room, saw the now half-eaten cookie in Scott's hand and glared at his brother. Virgil smirked as he predicted what was going to happen. Scott was strong but also smart. He knew that, even though he was older and stronger, when the last of Onaha's special cookies were involved he didn't stand a chance against Gordon. Rather than let Virgil see him being beaten up, Scott ran through to the dining area but Gordon was on his heels. Virgil watched them go with hidden amusement, not daring to intervene. He was about to return to his playing when he heard a growl, a yell and then a loud splash. He left the piano and headed in the direction his two brothers had ran. Just before Virgil reached the dining area Gordon barged past him. Seeing as Scott was nowhere to be seen he assumed Gordon had won. But there was no victory on his younger brother's face and as soon as he reached the pool area he saw why. In the centre of the pool, with the soggy, half-eaten cookie still in his left hand, was Scott. He was soaked from head to toe but it obviously didn't bother him because he was laughing so loud that Virgil knew half the house could hear him.

Sudden inspiration came to Virgil. He ran to the couch back in the piano room where his sketch pad was. Grabbing several pencils he ran back to the pool area and began sketching (mostly from memory as Scott was now getting out of the pool).

Eventually the pencil sketch had turned into a watercolour painting and now it hung on Virgil's wall as a constant reminder of that happy memory.

"You ok Virgil?" the middle Tracy turned around and was surprised to see John standing in the doorway.

"John? What are you doing here?" he inquired. John sat down on one of the chairs in the room.

"I needed some time down here and Brains is taking the opportunity to do some tune ups on Thunderbird 5," the second eldest told him, "as soon as he's finished with his adjustments I'll be back up there."

"I'm glad you're here, even if it's only for a little while."

"Yeah, I wish I could stay longer, you guys need all the support you can get." he paused for a moment before continuing, "I know how close you and Scott are and I hate the thought of leaving you here by yourself." Virgil almost smiled. He and John were pretty close too. Not as close as he was to Scott but the second eldest Tracy was there for him as much as he could be and knew that, although everyone else was still here, Virgil would feel lonely without him or Scott around.

"Can't be helped I suppose…but thanks for coming anyway."

"Yeah…so how are you holding up? You looked in space yourself when I opened the door." John asked with a worried look on his face. Virgil saw it and nodded towards the painting. John looked closer at it and smirked.

"Ah, the famous 'Cookie Incident', I remember when Dad told me about that." he chuckled, "Gordon still gets annoyed whenever I remind him." He looked from the painting to Virgil and saw a pained expression on the younger man's face.

"Scott will be okay you know," he reassured him, "he's strong and brave and I'm sure he knows we're looking for him." Virgil nodded and offered a small smile but it didn't match his eyes. John moved to where Virgil was sitting and put a reassuring arm around his shoulders which the younger Tracy gratefully relaxed into.

"Thanks John." he whispered as their thoughts went out to their eldest brother who was somewhere out there…waiting to be rescued……….

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