Disclaimer: Oh how I wished I owned them. Then I could watch T.V. shows about them that don't include puppets.

Author's Note: Twas the night before Easter and all though the house; not a creature was stirring, expect this mouse. She was typing this story and taking her time; in making this stupid Author's Note rhyme. She made it rhyme, as you can see; and as for the story, here it be. But before it begins a warning for you; there's minor swearing in this, nothing about it, could I do.


Gordon's P.O.V.

The first thing I was aware of was a buzzing noise. It sounded familiar, like what I heard when I was waking up after my hydrofoil accident. What was it then? Ah, that's right! It was Dad's voice, telling me to wake up. Same thing it was doing now. I decided to ignore it. Then I heard a kid screaming for help. Better help him, I thought. I'm a Thunderbird. Then I became aware that my back hurt. A lot. I opened my eyes. There was a kid across from me, staring at me.

'Oh, thank God! You're alive!'

'Don't thank God kid. Not yet, anyway.' I said. As I did I realised that the voice in my ear wasn't happy. Maybe I better talk to it, I thought.

'GORDON! Answer me!'

'What is it?' I asked groggily.

'Gordon? Are you okay?'

'My back hurts too much for me to be okay. Now, shh please. I'm going back to sleep.'

Scott's voice cut in. 'Thunderbird One to Thunderbirds Two and Five. I have arrived at Wollongong hospital and they are treating the girl. How's Alan?'

'Alan?' I asked.

'Yes, Alan. Last time I checked he was still in the water.'

'Shit! He's still there!' I stood up, so as to get to the controls, but an intense amount of pain shot though my back and the world started to spin around me. My last thought as I fainted was who will help Alan now?


John's P.O.V.

We heard a thump over the radio just after Gordon spoke.

'That didn't sound good.'

'Thank you for stating the obvious, John!'

'Only trying to help…'

'Well don't!'

'Fine.' I snapped, turning off my radio. I turned back to the computer. I was trying to figure out how to get the system updates that Brains was working on last time he was here up and running. If I could get them working, I would not only have a precise location on Alan's and Gordon's watches but I would also know their vital signs. But it wasn't easy. I knew the upgrades were installed in the watches, I just didn't know if the watches were broken or not.

'Y-you could t-try t-to reroute power from the t-t-t watch part into the p-p-p vital signs part.' Brains said from his station at Command and Control.

'Good idea. It's worth a try.' As I began work I wondered if anyone was trying to raise me on the radio. I wasn't going to talk to anyone but Brains until I had good news. Just then a noise sounded on the computer screen.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

'It worked!' I quickly checked Gordon's vital signs and location. He was on board the rescue platform. I hurried to do the same for Alan. It took forever, but I got a location for him. He was beneath the platform and….

T.B.C…


Author's Note: Just kidding… :)

He was ALIVE! I turned on my radio.

'John, respond!'

'Sorry, Dad. I was just working on a theory.'

'And.'

'And I managed to get Alan's and Gordon's vital signs and location. They're both alive Dad, and quite close to the rescue platform.'

'F.A.B, Thunderbird Two out.'


Alan's P.O.V.

I was cold. Very, very cold. Next time there was a water rescue; Gordon was going to be the one swimming so he can be the cold one hanging beneath the rescue platform. I tried to get him to pull me up, but my voice sound so pitiful, that I doubted if he'd heard me.

Just then my watch started to heat up. I looked at it and saw that some sort of wave was going across the clock part of it. I wondered what it meant. What ever it means I hope someone rescue me soon, I thought. I can't hold on much longer. Not even if I tried…

T.B.C…


Author's Note: Now they (and you) know Alan and Gordon are alive, I image the rescue will begin soon. After all the river's no threat now because Alan's hanging five and the overflowing waters hit. But, then again, the future isn't written in stone(as stated on Heroes). Also I would like to apologise for my horrible poem at the begin of the chapter. I was and am bored. Not much to do at my place as we got hit by lighting on Thursday night which blew out one of our T.V's, My parent's have the other T.V, I've read all my books to many times and it's the Easter long weekend. But you don't need to listen to all my troubles.

Now before I cite my reviewers and thank 'em. I would formally like to wish everyone who reads this a Happy Easter. May you get lots of chocolate eggs. And have a great holiday as well. After all it's tomorrow for me (don't know about you American's though!). Happy Easter!

And thanks to my lovely reviewer's criminally charmed and Iniysa. Thank you.

Now please hit that little button in the corner and make my day! And help keep me sane in this house of boredom.