Hello, I'm back again. This chapter was inspired by one of my favourite Thunderbirds fic that I first read a while ago. It's called 'Brothers In Arms' and it's written by Purupuss (if you haven't read it then do so because it is a brilliant story). Those of you who have read it will notice the similarities in this chapter and how it inspired me.

criminally charmed - Yes its time to kick butt but I'm not very good at writing fight scenes so I hope what I've written is good enough.

ryoandasuka4ever - Sorry there won't be any romance in this fic but if you do like romance then please check out my Thunderbirds romance fic 'Not Too Late'.

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Alan's eyes fluttered open. The little amount of sleep he'd had did nothing to calm him. His hands were trembling and…not holding anything. His eyes darted around the cage until they found Gordon, sat towards the corner of the cage, muttering to Virgil. The second youngest caught Alan's eye and smiled gently.

"How you doing Sprout?" Gordon spoke softly. Alan smiled back but the smile didn't reach his eyes. Gordon looked at his face and frowned.

"You're hurt." He said in a worried voice as he crawled over to his younger brother. Alan shrugged off his concern.

"It's just a bruise, I'll be fine…what about you? You were still out cold when I fell asleep." Gordon smiled at Alan's concern.

"Yeah, I hit my head on the wall when they threw us in here, I'm okay." Alan looked at Virgil and the middle Tracy nodded. He seemed okay too, although his arm was obviously hurt and he was clutching his leg rather strangely. It didn't look like it was hurt and yet Virgil held it as if it were in great pain. He had been holding it lightly before but now it seemed much worse. Before Alan could ask him about it his own feeling of dread suddenly grew. He knew there were four muscled men outside the cage, one on each side. But his feeling of dread was caused by owner of the voice that shattered the silence of the room.

"Hello Alan." The voice sent a cold and silent scream down Alan's spine. He felt Gordon tense next to him.

"It's been a while…but only a short while," The Hood smirked at them, "I was disappointed in you boys, your brother put up more of a fight than you three did…of course, he can't fight any more…" Panic suddenly gripped Alan's heart.

"What have you done to Scott?!" Gordon snarled. The Hood laughed as he used his mind power to effectively slap Gordon across the face.

"Let's just say that, as of ten minutes ago, your brother is becoming reacquainted with your beloved mother." The Hood laughed evilly. Alan was desperate not to let the tears fall but he was struggling. Gordon was trembling slightly and clenched his hands into fists.

"Liar." Virgil said calmly. Everyone turned to look at him.

"Liar?" The Hood asked him, slightly taken aback but also amused.

"Scott isn't dead, I know he's still alive, you-are-a-liar." Virgil held the Hood's gaze and spoke calmly without fear. The Hood's eyes changed to the red of his rage and Virgil winced in pain, holding his left arm close to him.

"Choose your words carefully Virgil, that arm is fractured already but I could shatter it if I wanted to." Virgil gritted his teeth to stop the cry of pain from escaping. His bones felt like they were being twisted to breaking point. Gordon and Alan didn't dare move towards their brother in case the Hood increased his pain.

"Let me assure you Virgil Tracy, your pointless hope is wasted," The Hood laughed at him, "My three men held your brother down and strangled him, he is dead…I'll leave you with something of his…I have no use for it." The Hood tossed something to Alan, who gasped in shock. Virgil continued to try and hide his pain but he couldn't take much more.

Finally the Hood let go and left the room…but not before adding one last comment.

"I shouldn't bother mourning for your brother, for you will soon be joining him."

Gordon looked at what was in Alan's hand and felt his heart sink. On the palm of his hand lay Scott's USAF Wings (a/n – that medal in the shape of wings that pilots get, I'm not sure what to call it).

"It can't be…" Gordon whispered in disbelief, "…Scott would never let them take this…"

"He wouldn't be able to stop them if he was unconscious," Virgil snapped, "They must have knocked him out and taken it, Scott is still alive, I know he is!"

"How do you know?" Gordon looked at his brother curiously.

"I can't explain it, I just…sort of…feel it…just trust me, if he was dead I would know."

Gordon nodded hesitantly and Alan didn't meet their gaze at all. He just held the wings close to him and prayed what the Hood said wasn't true.

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Fourteen minutes earlier

Scott sat alone in the computer room. He was in agony. His wound had opened up again and the bandages already had a deep red patch on them. Walking was only just bearable.

"Where is he? He's not in his cell!" Scott winced when he heard the angry guards coming towards the room. The door swung open and smashed against the wall. The muscled men began walking towards him.

Scott couldn't defend himself against the three of them and was in no fit state to run…

"Excuse me sir." A familiar voice spoke behind them just as a grey glove tapped the middle guy's right shoulder. He turned around but before he knew what had hit him the poor middle man fell to the floor, completely out cold courtesy of the Parker Haymaker. The man on the right suffered an attack from what Scott could only see as a blur of pink. While one knee to the groin and another perfectly aimed Parker Haymaker finished off the man on the left.

"Oh Scott darling, are you alright?" An amused Scott wasn't sure what to do when the blur of pink came towards him so he just stuttered a reply.

"I-I'm…fine, my leg is a bit sore but apart from that…err…how did you know where to look for me?" He blushed slightly as Penny began checking him for injuries.

"Alan told me that he, Gordon and Virgil needed assistance, he was rather scarce on the details and his manners were quite awful, even for him." Scott would have chuckled if it weren't for the situation.

"I think the Hood has got them." Scott told her glumly and hissed in pain when she touched the bandages on his leg.

"Just a bit sore huh? ...Yes I heard the Hood had escaped, so nice of the authorities to let International Rescue know." She sighed in frustration.

"I know where they are, but he's got a lot of heavies with him, we're gonna need back up." Scott told her as he slowly stood up.

"I fear the police may be a little too unsubtle for this mission so I will arrange some extra man-power for us, a friend of mine owns a personal security company so I asked him to have some of his best fellows on standby," She suggested, "But we'll need at least two hours for them to arrive."

"Two hours isn't great but it'll have to do, let's get out of here." Scott began to move but winced when he put weight on his leg. Parker noticed his trouble and stepped forward.

"Allow me to assist, Master Tracy." Not tolerating the argument he expected, Parker swung Scott's arm over his shoulders and allowed the eldest Tracy son to lean on him for support.

"Thanks Parker." Scott said quietly, surprising Parker with his lack of protest. Penelope followed behind them with a soft smile on her lips.

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"WHAT?!" Jeff Tracy's calm and rational mood was now beyond limits, "Stay here?! My four sons are in danger and you want me to STAY HERE?!" He bellowed at the video screen which showed a cringing John Tracy.

"Dad, I know it's a lot to ask of you but Scott specifically said stay on the island." John replied in a quiet voice.

"What right does Scott have to tell me what to do?!" His father seethed. Jeff's eldest son was getting too big for his boots…and was also becoming more and more like him…

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"Dad, you're gonna hate me for this but I've asked Brains to hide the guidance processors for Thunderbirds 1 and 3…" John winced and shut his eyes, expecting more shouting. He waited for about twenty seconds and when no shouting came he opened his eyes again. John looked at his father and saw an expression of thought and slight…amusement? Shouting barely half a minute ago and now his Dad found this funny?

"Err…Dad?"

"…I'm sorry I yelled, John." Jeff said as he faced the screen again.

"Err…that's okay Dad…why the sudden change of mood?" John wasn't sure if he dared to ask.

"I'm being a little harsh aren't I? …I've always trusted Scott with leading missions over the last few months, why stop now?" Jeff sighed and grimaced slightly, "Much as it pains me to say this, if staying here is what Scott sees as the best course of action then I'll stay put, truth is…he's handling it the way I would have done in his place."

John felt a sudden surge of pride in his big brother. All of the Tracy brothers wanted to be like their father. He was calm, loving, gentle, generous and considerate but also firm, compassionate, brave, strong and fair. The boys held him in the very highest regard. Jeff may not have known it but for him to admit that Scott was acting like his father was a huge compliment to Scott and John was sure his eldest brother would feel very proud when he told him.

"Everything will be alright Dad, Scott will be okay." John said confidently.

"Yeah, I know he will, I just hope Virgil, Gordon and Alan aren't hurt." Jeff replied.

"Alan's hurt?!" A young pair of voices gasped in shock. Both Jeff and John winced.

"Good luck Dad." John smirked before he closed the link. Jeff scowled at the screen after his son's quick escape. He took a deep breath and then turned to face the waiting forms of Fermat and Tintin…

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Scott sat quietly inside of FAB 1, thinking about what had happened earlier in his cell. Was it really Virgil's thoughts that he heard or was he just imagining it? That was weird enough but now he was getting this strange aching pain in his left arm that he couldn't explain either. As if his leg didn't feel bad enough, now his arm felt like it was breaking too. A few minutes ago the pain had been so bad he thought it was going to break, so much so that Parker had had to rummage through Penelope's ridiculous amount of suitcases to find some aspirin. Penelope had just watched Scott in utter confusion, asking again and again if he'd injured his arm earlier. Scott insisted that he hadn't. The pain had only started a short while ago. He hadn't landed on it and yet it felt as though he had.

It would still be another hour before the extra man-power arrived. Scott was worried about Alan and Gordon. Alan was young and, though he wouldn't admit it, so was Gordon. It must be horrible for them to go through this and Scott didn't like waiting while they were stuck in there.

For some strange reason he wasn't as worried about Virgil. Yeah he was worried about his middle brother, but Scott had this strange feeling telling him that Virgil was holding up. He didn't know what this feeling was but Scott could remember when it happened once before…

So what is this strange connection between Scott and Virgil and when did it start? And is Scott strong enough to confront the Hood and save his brothers? Next chapter coming very, very soon!...