Chapter 2 for you guys, enjoy :)

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Thunderbirds, though I wish I did, Scott and John at least ;)

6 years later..

"Come on baby, out you jump." Lucy Tracy, a woman who never looked like she had five bouncing boys, gently pulled her youngest son out of the jeep they had used to get from hospital to the ski resort. Hospital? For her birthday, Jeff had booked a family holiday to a ski resort in Austria as it was her favourite sport. They had planned on staying there for two weeks with – hopefully - no problems, but with five boys in your care, there is bound to be some sort of problem. Their problem in this case was that their eldest son had decided to see if he could fly down the ski slopes, resulting in a broken arm and a punishment of no TV for the rest of the holiday. So that meant for poor Scotty-boy, the 11 year old couldn't ski, snowboard or watch TV for the next week. Great.

"Mom, please can I at least watch one program!" Scott whined to his mother as he got out of the 4x4, putting on his best puppy dog eyes for her. Unlucky for him, she was immune.

"Scott, I have already told you. No TV for the rest of the holiday, instead, you can help look after your brother."

"But the doctors said I have to rest my arm! TV is a way of resting!"

"No buts Scott. No TV and that is final." The great Jeff Tracy, owner of Tracy Enterprises, concluded.

"Fine..." Scott shuffled over to his mother, picking the cast on his arm. God, I'm not a baby, you can't tell me what to do!The preteen thought. Scott's preteen attitude was bad enough, his teen attitude was something his parents were starting to worry about.

After everyone had settled down, Jeff and his 3 remaining sons went off skiing whilst Lucy babysat Alan and Scott. Despite sulking before hand, Scott had cheered up and was currently sitting with his mom and youngest brother drinking hot chocolate, excitedly chatting away about the snow ball fight he was planning on having later with everyone.

Mother and sons had been concentrating on their conversation so much that they had failed to hear the warning that came out of all radios. They hadn't noticed anything 'til the ground started shaking.

"Mommy," Scott whispered worryingly as Alan started to panic. As the ground increasingly shook, Lucy quickly swept up her boys and placed them under the ledge in the corner of the room. Understanding that there was no room for her there, she stood up and started looking for a place to take cover. As she did, a loud roar and moan came from above.

"Mamma!" Alan started to cry and he tried to pry away from Scott but only succeeded in him being pulled closer to his big brother.

"It's okay baby," Lucy soothed as best as she could, "Just stay there with Scott and everything will be fine." She smiled despite the fear that seeped out of her through her body language, and Scott knew it.

"Mommy, come on, hide!" Scott shouted but he knew she couldn't, there was nowhere. The rumbling got louder as did Alan's screaming. Then silence. Startled by the sudden nothingness, Alan snuggled into Scott harder and looked at his mother,

"Mamma, is it over?" The 6 year old ask. Before they knew what was happening, a section of the cabin came down, crushing Lucy and pinning her to the floor. Scott screamed as it happened, quickly manoeuvring his little brother behind him to protect him from any of the debris. After a few minutes of nothing, Scott carefully turned around and soon wished he hadn't. A large beam had fallen on top of Lucy and had embedded itself into her side. There was no way out. Realising that his mother was still breathing, Scott put his littlest brother down and ran towards his fallen parent. Small fires had started and where surrounding his mother and she desperately clung on to life by a fingernail. Adrenaline kicking in, the boy started to lift the burning planks of wood, moving them as far away as possible. During so, he hadn't noticed Alan crawl over to him and help. Soon, most of the movable debris had been moved by the two boys.

"My babies.." Lucy croaked as she gently reached out towards her sons, blood splattered on her lips as she spoke, "Listen to me, I need you to promise me something."

Being old enough to understand what was about to happen, Scott began to deny.

"Mommy.." He started crying.

"Listen carefully Scott, look after them, help them, keep them safe. Love them and cherish them and make sure nothing happens to them." All three where beginning to release their tears, "I love you both so very much... and... I am so proud of you. Look after yourselves... and your dad.."She tried reassuringly.

"No mommy! You're gonna do that!" Scott exclaimed.

"Ohh baby.." after a few shallow breaths the proud mother of five bouncing boys slowly faded, "I love you so... much."

A sudden cold feeling enveloped both boys making the fact that neither of them wanted to believe come true. Their mother was dead. And it all started to kick in. Scared for his own and his brothers life, Scott grabbed Alan and gripped him like there was no tomorrow. Their mother was gone and he could have done something to stop that! Absently rocking the sprout, Scott felt his guilt build up inside him and leave through his tears. Slowly but surely, the cold turned freezing and Alan's cries began to disappear. Within no time, darkness shrouded them both.

Tissues anyone? ;(