Day 9. Kidnapped for Rach with Alan. A Wee!Tracy's fic.
Characters: Alan & Scott
Warnings: Kidnap, Car accident.
'That's it, Alan! Keep pedalling, keep going!'
Scott's voice calling support from behind him gave him the strength to push his legs harder, to keep going. His bright red bike zoomed along the driveway as his eldest brother ran along behind him and his other brothers cheered from along the side.
He pedalled right down to the end of their long drive, and that was then he panicked. How was he going to stop? Over the whooshing sound of his heart and breathing he could just about hear Scott yelling at him.
'Brakes! Al, hit your brakes!'
Oh yeah, he had brakes. He hit both, squeezing them really hard, only to be catapulted over the handlebars to land on his back. There was the crunch of multiple running footsteps, and he felt a hand on his cheek.
'Open your eyes, Allie.'
His big brother was always full of good ideas. Opening his eyes was a great idea, and he did, staring into the blue eyes and smiling face of Scott. Alan grinned back.
'That was awesome! Can we do that again?'
Scott laughed. Just like a Tracy. He held out his hand and Alan took it, pulling him up. He watched as Alan brushed himself down and Scott checked his helmet and then his bike over – no damage to either.
The rest of the afternoon was spent helping Alan gain confidence cycling. By the time their father came home with dinner Alan was exhausted but very happy, with skinned knees and palms but already talking to his Dad about cycling to school on Monday.
Jeff was torn. He'd been promising to teach Alan to ride his new bike but work was always getting in the way, and there was a part of him that was both sad and jealous that it was one more milestone he had missed that Scott had not. But Alan's enthusiasm was infectious.
'If Scott's willing to ride with you, and you promise to only cycle with him, then yes, you can ride to school.'
Alan hugged his Dad and turned his big blue eyes on his brother. Scot chuckled. It would be an exhilarating ride getting from Alan's school to his own, so he was happy to oblige.
For the next three weeks Alan and Scott cycled every day to and from school. Gordon joined them on Wednesdays and John and Virgil on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Mondays and Fridays were just the two of them, and Alan loved it.
Fridays were the best day of the week. No school tomorrow meant that Alan and Scott usually took a longer route home, Scott relishing the time spent with his youngest brother. It was his last year at home and he was going to make the most of it!
Alan was racing along ahead of him, causing Scott to smile at the obvious pleasure he was getting. He knew not to get too far ahead of Scott, and he'd stop at the end before the turn, but for now he glanced behind and yelled.
'Come on, slowpoke!'
'Oh, you're in so much trouble when I get you!'
Scott's grin widened and he stood, pedalling harder. Couple of good pushes and he'd be right there at the end of the road almost at the same time as Alan.
But he wasn't quite quick enough.
As Alan reached the end and spun his bike around, laughing at the sight of Scott pedalling furiously, there was a squeal of wheels and a van pulled up behind him. The side door opened and a masked man reached across and plucked Alan up, holding something over his mouth.
The squeal alerted Scott that something was wrong, and he was so close, meeting the eyes of the man holding Alan. But the door slammed shut as his fingers skimmed the metal and he banged into the side as the van took off. He cursed and mounted his bike again, racing off after them.
He was fast, but not fast enough. And as Scott pushed himself as fast as he could he tried his hardest to call the police. Tried. He didn't have enough breath to talk though, and all he could do was pray that they would understand.
Scott was so intent on the van that he didn't notice he was cycling through a red light. And he didn't see the car that hit him.