Hello and welcome to my first ever Thunderbirds fic! Yes it's movie verse mainly because i've never seen the TV show, I have however seen the movie and read a bucket load of stories, which is what inspired me to attempt to write my own, yes attempted, I apologise in advance if it is terrible and offends any other fans who happen to read it. However I hope you like it and enjoy reading!
Warning: This story will contain the emotional, mental and physical abuse of Alan Tracy and therefore the rest of the Tracy clan at the fingertips of me the author for my own personal entertainment, cause yes i'm sadistic like that. Don't like it don't read it.
Disclaimer: If I owned the Thunderbirds would I be sitting here writing this... no I would be locked away doing something naughty, i'll let you guess with whom...
So without further ado, may I present you my esteemed readers with (drum-roll please) Chapter One! enjoy lovelies xox.
Chapter One: Anything I can do, They can do Better
For Alan Tracy life had never been simple. If asked the random person on the street would suppose, that the money and connections that came with being one of the famous and intriguing Tracy's would ensure a certain ease and comfort in life that the less fortunate always imagine of the obscenely wealthy. For Alan however the fame that his family, both as a whole and the individual recognition that his father and brothers possessed, only served to drive home how much he wasn't like them. This was never as apparent to Alan as in the aftermath of the events of the previous spring break.
Once the adrenaline high of several close encounters with certain death had worn off, and the realities of what was in his future became apparent, namely his imminent return to boarding school and continued exile from his family and home. The fifteen year old realised what in the midst of his joy clouded celebrations he had failed to see. The badge that now sat proudly on his dresser at the island changed little. Instead of home schooling and Thunderbird training as Alan had expected he was once again sent away on the wings of his fathers anger and disappointment after yet another explosive argument. Sure Alan had never expected that he would be allowed to go out on many actual rescues, he wasn't an idiot, despite his brothers opinions, and acknowledged that he was young and for the most part untrained, but he wasn't completely useless. At the very least Alan had felt sure that he would start to train in earnest with his brothers, perhaps sit in on some of the less dangerous missions or even go up on five with John and learn the family business from that angle.
After all monitoring from the family space station wasn't exactly dangerous (with the obvious exception of deranged psychopaths hell bent on slaughtering his family, but really how often were they going to encounter those, seriously?). Besides if he could work five, and really he wasn't bad with computers, nowhere in the league of John, Brains and Fermat of course but he could find his way through code easily enough, then John could spend more time down on earth with the family. Alan knew he had to be lonely isolated in space more often then not, no matter how much he loved the stars.
So that led him to now, two weeks later and he was once again in the same familiar position that he had found himself in so often, staring unseeingly out the window wondering about his family whilst some teacher prattled on about something that he really had no interest in anyway. What good was English (or was that Science?) when he had much more important things to think about. His fathers words ran through his mind once more. "Why can't you just act more like your brothers Alan?" the one sentence had haunted Alan since his father had shouted it at him during their last fight before he had left for school. It was the last of several such arguments since Jeff Tracy had informed his youngest that he would indeed be headed back to Wharton's at the conclusion of spring break.
Rationally Alan knew that the comment was born out of frustration and and exhaustion, the rest of his family only just having been back from a particularly tricky rescue. The teenager just couldn't quite ignore the little voice in the back of his mind that wondered the truth of the statement. Alan knew he wasn't as good as his brothers, never as smart or fast or talented, and he didn't see how he ever could be. Kind of like that old kids song, he couldn't really remember the words but he was sure it went something along the lines of "anything I can do, they can do better", or close enough anyhow. He was the spare of the family, never really fitting in or standing out, the only thing he ever did well was get in to trouble.
Hell he wasn't even supposed to exist, he had done the Math years ago, when the divide between him and his brothers had first started to become evident. There was five years between him and Gordon, that was longer then the gaps between any of the rest of them. The truth revealed in those numbers couldn't have been more clear if it had been written on a billboard in times square, or written with a sky writer over the school for everyone to see, mistake baby. Oh yeah, he'd been messing things up before he was even born, now the question was how to prove to his family that he was worth it. That he deserved a place in the family and the family businesses, one given out of pride and love rather then guilt and duty. That he Alan Sheppard Tracy belonged.
So what did you think? Please review and let me know. Until next time, eternally yours xox.