Main Characters: Alan, John, Scott, TinTin
Summary:
Alan has a younger twin sister who isn't exactly like him. Actually, more like, opposite him. She is smart and listens to her father, but she only hates one person, Alan. He treats her like a kid when they are both the age of fourteen. Will this change when The Hood arrives?

Author's Note:
This is my first Thunderbird FanFiction, so diehard Thunderbird fans, go easy. I also have only watched the 2004 Movie and have watched the magnificent works of Criminally Charmed and Little Miss Bump, also TBMom. So, if character's actions are wrong, I apologize in advance.

The writing style may change. So any first person will be in my OC's 1st Person, while other tidbits will be in 3rd person. There will be a break and then in Italics 3rd Person, but it will be centered around a character. So it will say, 3rd Person Name, only my OC will be in 1st Person.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Thunderbirds, I only own my OC, Kathryn Dwyer Tracy. - There are also specific lines from the movie, so I don't own those either.

- Chapter 3-

(1st Person)

I knew I wasn't in my room. I could hear the beeps of the machine monitoring my vitals. I could feel the tubes underneath my nose, pushing fresh oxygen into my body. Slowly, I opened my eyes. I was, as expected, in the infirmary. No one was in the room at the time, or at least that I could see and I judging by afternoon light coming through the windows, it was later than when I feel asleep. As I came around, I became annoyed by the tube underneath my nose. I tried to yank it out, but a someone's hands stopped me.

"I had a feeling you'd try to do that," a voice spoke from behind me.

"Vir...gil?" I coughed. My throat was dry and sore. Virgil noticed this and quickly poured a glass of water. He helped me sit up and I drank the cool liquid. "Thank you," I spoke in a less hoarse voice. It was then that I also noticed the IV.

He answered, "No problem. While you were resting, I monitored your vitals, so that when you woke up, I would be warned. For right now, we will keep the nasal cannula on, and in about two hours or so, if your oxygen levels stay up, I will remove it for you. Then another hour or two after you are off the oxygen, you can be dismissed from the infirmary." He saw me staring at the IV, "The IV will stay until I release you. Until then, you stay in this bed." That last remark with a little more force.

"But doesn't it usually go away pretty quickly?" I questioned.

"Yeah, but this time it's different. The attack was caused by allergic reaction that is new to your body. The reaction might have been mild, but the attack sure wasn't," Virgil confirmed. He walked across the room and picked up a pad. "So why you wait, someone wants to talk to you."

Virgil handed me the pad and on the screen was my second oldest brother, John. I smiled with glee. John was always there for me, well all of my siblings were, but John and sometimes Scott were more. Not just because we both have platinum blonde hair, but he seemed to be the only one who could calm me down during an attack. I sometimes feels more connected to John then to Alan.
I spoke to him, "Hey how's life in space?"

He laughed,"Quiet as usual Kat, but how are you? Virgil told me what happened. Strawberries? That kind of stinks."

"I'm fine, well almost fine," I tried to glare a tubes, which received a gleeful laugh from John. "Other than that. I'm better and yes, strawberries stinks. Strawberries was my favorite fruit. Now they can potentially kill me." I frowned

"Well when I come down for a week, I'll help you find a new favorite," the other blond replied and I just laughed. John always knew how to make me happy.

We talked about school and other things. I told him how archery was going. He congratulated me and that's when Virgil popped back into the room. "Alright, I think that's enough talking for now," the medic of the family spoke. I gave a pout. "Don't make the pouting, puppy-dog face Kathryn. You need to rest. Your oxygen levels aren't in normal range. So if you rest, it would mean loosing the nasal cannula quicker. Now, say bye to John."

Darn it, I thought the pout would work. It works with Gordon and Dad, but never Virgil or John. Then sometimes Scott, but not really most of the time. I said bye to John and Virgil took the pad. He placed it on the table near by and asked, "Alright, how does your chest feel? Is it still tight?"

I tried to sit up and my head became dizzy. I fell back immediately and Virgil quickly caught me before I could hurt myself. "Ok, let's not do that again."

I was still dizzy and I could feel myself hyperventilating. Virgil gently took my head in his hands, so I was looking at him, "Hey, just relax, your alright. Kathryn, look at me." My eyes, however, went back and forth everywhere. I couldn't focus. Black spots were forming in front of my eyes. "Kat it's alright. Please just calm yourself. It's alright. You can do it." I tried harder to listen my brother before me and slowly, I could calm myself. "There you go, just slow and easy breaths." Virgil pulled his hands away from my face and looked back to the machine monitoring my vitals. He spoke again, "Just keep breathing and everything will be fine. Let the nasal cannula help you."

I listened to his words and steadily, I was able to get my breathing back in control. I silently thanked my older brothers.

Virgil spoke to me, "You've been resting for almost half-a-day Kat. Just take it easy until your fully awake. Your mind might be awake, but your body was weakened by the attack. Now, can you answer the question?"

"Yeah," I took a deep breath, "My chest isn't as tight and it's easier to breathe."

"That's a good sign. Now why don't you rest and I'll wake you in a little while. If this progression keeps up, Onaha can make her dinner tonight," He smiled and wrote something on the pad near him. Vigil looked back at me, "Sleep. Now."

I laughed slightly and could feel the exhaustion taking over my body and senses. I guess over-exerting myself has a toll on my body. Man, did I feel tired. Slowly, my eyelids dropped over my eyes and I fell into a peaceful slumber.

(3rd Person - Scott)

Scott Tracy had to be the worse mother hen of all the Tracy's, even his own father. There wasn't one thing that this oldest son didn't miss. So, when one of his siblings gets hurt or sick, he is always there. It can be a good thing, but a curse on the sibling. Especially if the sibling is his only sister. He's worse.

This trait of his, is what led him to the infirmary, when Virgil had specifically said to stay away. "Older brothers over rule, right?" Scott mumbled to himself as he entered the room.

The minute Virgil heard the swish of the doors, he knew it was either his father or Scott. As he looked up from his pad, he could tell already it was his oldest brother. The family medic rolled his eyes and from his desk, spoke to Scott softly, "Didn't I tell you all to stay away when she gets her attacks? I have probably told the family, mostly you, more then twenty times. So, why don't you listen?"

Scott stopped in his tracks. He looked to his brother, "Well... you see..."

"Shhh, you too close to Kat. Speak in a more hushed tone. Kathryn may have been sleeping for about three hours, but her hearing is really sensitive. So anything you say she'll wake up to," the medic looked back at his pad.

Scott walked over to the angered medic, "Yeah, well I wouldn't know, since you let no one in here." The pilot looked back at the sleeping form of his sister. He noticed the nasal cannula tubing was gone from her face and she was breathing on her own. He asked, "When did you take her off the oxygen?"

"About an hour and a half ago. Her breathing was staying in normal percentages, well normal for her. It was weird, she didn't even stir when I took the tubing off. I thought she would have woken up, but my guesses were wrong. I am going to let her rest until dinner is ready or when she wakes up. Do you know when dinner will be?" Virgil asked his brother.

Scott thought on the question and answered, "I think Onaha said in about two hours. If dinner takes that long, I can't wait."
Virgil smiled at the thought of the great feast, "Me too."

Scott laughed at his expression and before he could say anything, Kathryn stirred from her bed.

(1st Person)

As I came back from the peaceful dreams and into the world of reality, I realized two things. One, the nasal cannula was gone, thank you Virgil, and Scott was in the room. Typical. There isn't one time where I have an attack or I get sick or hurt, that Scott has coddled me to death with his "Mother Hen" mode. After the second day I am already fed up with him. So if he's in the room, then that means he went against Virgil's rules again. Once again, typical. Scott with always be the Tracy Family Mother Hen until the day he dies. I don't mean it as a bad thing, I just wish he didn't do it as much.

I slowly opened my eyes and for once, Scott wasn't around my bed. He was still talking to Virgil. He stopped talking and looked in my direction. My oldest brother smiled as he noticed I was awake and walked over to my side. Virgil joined him. "Hey," I said to them.

Scott answered, "Hey Kat, how are you feeling?"

I rolled my eyes. Which received a laugh from both my brothers. I thought of the question and I tried to assess how I felt but I couldn't do it sitting down. I tried to sit up and immediately was stopped by Virgil's steady hands. "Remember last time you did that," the medic sternly looked in to my baby blue eyes, "Let me help you this time." Virgil put his hands gently behind my back and helped me sit into a sitting position.

Immediately I felt better then the last time. My chest wasn't tight nor was I dizzy. I smiled at my brothers. "I feel a lot better, actually I feel really good!" I told them with delight. "So can I get out of here?"

Virgil rolled his eyes to my response. Scott laughed at the both of us.

Virgil ran a hand threw his chestnut brown hair. He looked at the sheets in his hand and then spoke, "As long as you take it easy for the rest of the day. That means no pool." I pouted in response. The medic then went over to my IV and took it out. He held a piece of gauze to help stop the bleeding. He motioned to me and I slowly moved my legs to the side of the bed.

As I put my feet on the ground my knees collapsed. Quickly Virgil caught me so I didn't hurt myself. "What did I say? Take it easy Kathryn. You've been resting for quite some time, so of course your legs are going to turn to... well... jello."

I looked up the family medic and laughed my butt off. Out of all the words he could use, "jello"? I am so never going to let him get over that. He rolled his eyes, he seemed to be doing that a lot today, and then helped me back on my feet. Luckily, my knees didn't give out again, but Virgil's hand were still supporting my body. I looked at him with pleading eyes. He knew I wanted him to let go, so he let his hands go. I didn't fall, but when I tried to take a step, I stumbled. However, this time I caught myself.

"Alright, it's good that you can stand, just take it easy," Virgil spoke and then checked me over. After agreeing that I was alright, finally let me leave the infirmary. Scott, being Scott, went with me. I stumbled a couple times on the way to the living room and Scott helped me regain my balance, but other than that, I was fine walking by myself.

When we entered the living room, I was almost tackled by Gordon. Luckily, Scott grabbed him, who then yelled, "Gordon, be more careful! Watch where your running!"

Gordon tried to retort, but my laughing cut him off. Scott had his hands around Gordon's collar. My oldest brother was bright pink and the fish of the family had a sheepish grin on his face. You could tell that Gordon meant to do something like this on purpose. I looked around and took a step back. That was when a bucket of water splashed on to the two.

I laughed as Scott chased Gordon into the pool, which ended the pilot into the pool too. I heard another laugh from behind me and could see my father walking up to me. "When will Scott ever learn? If Gordon runs into you, he's doing it on purpose. How are you feeling?"

Dad is just as bad as Scott. I sat down on the couch ad he joined me, I sat closer to him. I am such a daddy's little girl. "I'm a lot better, no tightness in my chest and it isn't hard to breathe anymore. I just get a little dizzy and unstable on my feet when I stand too much. Virgil says that should go away tomorrow."

My father pulled me closer, "As long as your better, I'm happy. Onaha said that dinner should be in about an hour or so. Are you hungry?"

As I answered yes, my stomach grumbled. We laughed together and as I felt warm and comfortable in my father's arms, I gradually fell asleep.

(Time Skip)

I woke to my father shaking me, saying, "Kathryn, Kathryn, wake up sweetie. Dinner's ready." I opened my heavy eyelids to see my father staring down at me. "Dinner's ready. It smells good, so you don't want to miss out. Come on."

My father helped me into a sitting position and it was then when I could smell the fresh cooking coming from the kitchen. I stood up to get a look at the food, however, a little too quickly. The room spun and luckily my father caught me before I crashed into the coffee table. My father held me in hands, supporting my body. I could feel myself trembling. He spoke to me, "It's alright Kathryn. Just relax and you'll be alright."

My father's soothing voice helped stop the trembling and slowly my vision became clear. I looked up at him, "Thank you Dad. I guess I forgot about the dizziness." I pushed away slightly and when I tried to walk, I stumbled. My father caught me again. I blushed. "Dad? Could you... could you help me to the table? I don't think I can make it without falling."
"Of course Kathryn. I don't mind," He answered. We walked over to the table where Scott and Gordon we arguing about something. It was probably about how soaked each of them were, or something around that. We sat down and shortly Virgil, Alan, Brains, and Fermat joined us at the table.

Alan looked at me and said nothing, but I could tell he wanted to say something.

Onaha passed out dinner and soon my older brothers started talking about their work. Dad got up to get a drink and Alan asked being on the next mission. Dad said no, not yet. Alan was in training and Dad said that Alan was missing something to be fully an International Rescue Operative. So Dad was used to Alan's wanting to join in on a mission.

They sat back down after Alan's pouting.

After about twenty minutes into dinner, Alan opened his big mouth, "So Kat, you're finally better?" His tone was the best.

I looked at him and couldn't believe him, like I wanted this. "Yeah, fine. Why?" I asked with an innocent tone.

"Just wondering, since it always seems to happen."

"Alan, it's not like I want to happen."

"Yeah, but there tends to be more attacks at home then at school. I wonder why that is?" Alan sneered and then mumbled, "Attention addict."

The conversations around the table seemed to diminish. I couldn't believe what Alan was saying. I yelled, standing up in the process, "I am so not. At least I'm not some wannabe Thunderbird." Now I couldn't believe what I said.

I have to admit, it was harsh, until Alan retorted, standing up himself, "At least I have chances at becoming one, you won't ever be in your entire life! You're weak and barely qualified to be my twin. If anyone was the mistake, it was you!"

My eyes widened. How could he say that? My breathing hitched.

This is when Dad, Scott, and Gordon all screamed at Alan. Something on the lines of childish, you need to grow up, and think before you speak. Virgil on the other hand came over to me, "Kathryn it's alright. Calm your breathing. Come on let's go to the couch."

He tried to lead me to the couch, but after today's events, my knees just crumpled. Carefully, Virgil helped me back up and we made it to the couch. I could see Alan in the background looking at me and then Scott yelled, "Go, you've already made it bad. I think most of the causes of her attacks is your childish arguments with her."

He looked stunned and then grabbed Fermat. They left to do who knows what.
I was now surrounded by my brothers and father all asking if I was alright. My breathing was still heavy. Virgil noticed this, "Gordon, can you go get my med-kit in the infirmary?" He ran off and Virgil looked back at me, "Kathryn, I want to breathe in and out very slowly and calmly with me." I looked at him and listened to his calming voice. "That's right, just in and out."

Gordon came back and that's when I noticed my father was sitting right beside me. I moved closer to him and he held me gently. "You're going to be fine Kathryn. You're going to be fine."

Virgil grabbed a stethoscope from his bag and asked me, "Alright, I need you to breathe in and out slowly. Like you were doing before. Just nice and easy." He listened and after moving the device around he confirmed, "Everything sounds the way it should. Now, I would like you to get some rest. Hopefully, tomorrow we can do something eventful."

I smiled at him and then motioned to my father. He smiled and then helped me to my feet, which of course crumpled again. I was really getting tired of that. My brothers surrounding me moved closer and my dad gave them a look that said very clearly, "Back off." I laughed and then we headed toward my room. As we were walking I could here my brothers talking about the incident.

Here I thought this vacation was going to be non-eventful. I guess I was wrong about that. So, as I lay in my bed waiting for the best day with my brothers, who knew it was going to turn into the most chaotic of my life.

Well, that's it for this chapter. I hope you see the similarities with this and the movie and I hope you enjoy.

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