Disclaimer: I can't really think of a piano piece, but it would be nice to think Virgil is playing their organisation's theme without really knowing that it will be their signature piece. The 'Thunderbirds March' written by Barry Gray :) If you don't like this story, don't read it, end of (the grammar has been corrected.)

Five years after the dreadful day, the Tracys had moved on quite successfully. It was 2058 and the boys were much older; Scott had just celebrated his 21st birthday and the family were now living on an island out in the South Pacific. They were designing a project that would revolutionise the art of survival in the world.

They were all gathered in the sunken lounge and Jeff was at his desk whilst Virgil was sitting at his mother's piano behind him watching the others chatting. The Tracy family had also expanded by two members; an orphaned boy called Hiram Hackenbacker, nicknamed Brains, and a girl John's age called Tanusha who the boys had nicknamed Kayo after she had accidentally knocked Scott out in combat training as a teenager. The boys got along well with both of them and treated them like a half brother and sister.

"Brains, how's the progress going on the rocket?" Jeff asked as Brains saved a hologram to his tablet.

"Very well, Mr Tracy."

"Are you sure this idea is going to work, Dad?" Gordon asked, looking over a blueprint of a mysterious craft.

"Remember my plan, Gordon, the plan that will enable us to be there for others? We now have enough money to do it. Thanks to the enterprise I set up and your mother's artwork."

Virgil looked up from the keys, "so will this project clash with our other hobbies?"

Jeff sighed and turned to face the second eldest at the piano, "this project will require all of you to be constantly on hand, so I'm afraid hobbies will need to be put on hold son."

Virgil nodded, but inside his heart sank, how was he going to keep up the artistic side he had promised his mother?

John looked up from Gordon's blueprints, "how do we put this all together?"

Jeff smiled. "I've put some ideas together and picked some accountants. We'll also have agents around the world, and our head of contact will be the Global Defence Force led by my old friend Tessa Casey."

Scott raised his eyebrows, "the GDF? Dad, whatever the plan is, this is huge."

Jeff nodded and stood up to face his desk dragging an image up above it, "we're creating a legacy for Lucille and my Dad. A project that will save those in trouble."

"So this rocket isn't just for space?" Scott asked, looking up at the hologram.

"Your rocket won't be for space at all Scott. We are going to be a rescue organisation for the world."

"How will that be a legacy?" Virgil stopped playing and crossed his arms.

Jeff sighed. "We couldn't save her Virgil, but if we are successful setting up this organisation, we can save hundreds of lives."

Alan and Gordon smiled at each other and the youngest grinned, "sounds good Dad."

John went to stand next to Jeff, "so, any ideas on a name for our organisation?"

"How does 'Worldwide Rescue Service' sound?" Jeff suggested.

Virgil shook his head, "that's too long and it doesn't roll off the tongue."

"How about, 'International Rescue'?" Gordon shrugged, then raised an eyebrow at the sudden silence in the room. "No good?"

Jeff smiled. "No Gordon, that is perfect. We will provide service internationally and we'll be a rescue organisation."

"Perfect fit Gordy, you've named us!" Scott clapped his brother on the back.

"Cool. You're welcome."

"This project is go," Jeff laughed and turned to Brains. "Shall we have a tour of the crafts?"

"Yes, uh, Mr Tracy" the young man blushed.

The family followed Brains downstairs into the giant hangar they had all helped to dig out when they had arrived. Separate compartments of the room had been split up and in each one was a craft in progress.

"So, which one is this?" Virgil asked looking up at the giant base to an aircraft.

"This craft is yours, Virgil. We'll call her Rescue 2. It will have modules which will hold equipment, and will be the heaviest."

Virgil smiled. "What colour will she be?"

"Your choice Virgil?"

"Green, she'll be green!" Virgil smiled to himself, if this was going to be a legacy for his mother, his craft would be her favourite colour.

Brains made a mental note on his wristband, "green. Now, up here we'll have the uh rockets. However, over there will be Gordon's craft, and it will be called Rescue 4. She can withstand enormous depths but be light enough to cope in severe weather conditions."

Gordon grinned. "So, a class-C submersible? Awesome! I love her already Brains, anything water-based is a friend to me."

"That isn't a surprise, Gords," Alan smirked.

Brains laughed. "Any colour you'd like it to be?"

"If yellow is possible? I'd be very happy," Gordon smiled looking at the tank full of water.

"No problem, Gordon."

They went to the upper level where the known to be scout rocket was nearing its completion, whilst a much bulkier craft was half done and sitting in a launch bay under their roundhouse high above the hangers.

"To our left is Rescue 3 and opposite is 1. Both will be fast but 3 is the one which can perform tasks in space."

"Who gets to own the spacecraft?" Alan asked.

"You Alan," Jeff smiled at him.

"Me?" The blonde squeaked.

"Yes. You're used to speeding" Brains smiled.

"Then it'll have to be red!" Alan looked up at the craft with delight.

"And so 1 is mine?" Scott looked at the rocket in admiration.

"That's right Scott."

"Will she be one colour?"

Brains shook his head with a slight grin, "no, this one will be a mix of colours; blue on her tail, the bodywork will be silver and her nose cone will be bright red."

Scott nodded. "I like the sound of that, she sounds magnificent."

John ran a hand through his hair, "what about me?"

"This is where the GDF come into helping out on our crafts," Jeff's expression changed and became serious. "At the moment they, with Brains' blueprints, are building a satellite for us. This will be Rescue 5 in our fleet, the one that will take distress calls and keep an eye out for spies etc.."

"We need a name for our ships, 'crafts' just doesn't do them justice," Gordon shrugged.

"Something powerful, with natural elements," Virgil said looking around for inspiration.

"What's powerful in the elements?" Alan asked.

"Rain, lightning," Scott bit his lip thoughtfully. "Wait, how about Thunder?"

"Thunder what though? What goes with Thunder?" Gordon raised an eyebrow.

John turned to Jeff, "Dad, what did you call your planes in the air force?"

Jeff blushed slightly at the question, "sometimes we called them our baby. Birds came up once if I remember correctly."

Virgil's eyebrows shot up, "birds, that's it! We could call them the Thunderbirds!"

"The Thunderbirds and International Rescue. Sounds heroic to me," Scott smiled and Brains blushed slightly as Jeff placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Your genius mind has created these Brains. How long do you think it'll be before we can get them into action?"

"Uh, once they've been built, Mr Tracy, but your boys will need flight training. These crafts are not going to be like normal jets."

"I better hand in my discharge papers for the air force Dad. This project looks like a full-time job," Scott said positively, although the smile didn't quite reach his eyes.

"You mean, we can't continue our current studies?" Virgil looked slightly shocked all of a sudden.

"Boys, I said this in the lounge," Jeff frowned. "And don't look at me like that Virgil, we need to all be in this together."

"But Dad, I was one exam away from becoming a professional pianist! Just like Mum wanted me to be."

"I'm sorry Virgil, but you knew we'd have to make sacrifices."

Virgil bit his lip and ran upstairs out of the hangar, leaving the family in slight shock and his father, even worse. Jeff began to follow when Gordon stopped him.

"I'll find him, Dad," Gordon sighed and left the hangars, he knew where he would find Virgil. He made his way to his brother's room and joined him silently at the keyboard. "Virgil?"

"What?" Virgil grimaced slightly.

"Don't take this out on Dad, he really wants to do this for Mum."

"It's selfish. He never told us we would have to give up our other commitments."

Gordon looked down for a second at his brother's fingers, "Dad doesn't want you to quit the piano Virgil, he just needs you to pilot that craft. You're stronger than the rest of us already. You're the only one who can do it."

Virgil looked up tearfully at his awards on the shelf and a photo of himself sitting at a piano with his mother, "I was so close Gordo, and now I have to throw it all away. What would she think?" He turned to Gordon, with tears running down his cheeks.

Gordon's heart broke slightly seeing his brother in so much pain, "she said she would be proud of us, whatever our choice was."

"But it's not our choice, it's Dad's."

"Virgil, listen. We've all done something with our lives already; Scott's been in the air force for almost three years now, and I've completed half my training for aquanauts. You got your place at music college way before any normal student would and look at your awards and grades from college? We've kept our promises, now let's do something as a family," Gordon smiled wiping Virgil's tears away.

Virgil smiled back, the light returning to his honey coloured eyes, "together?"

Gordon nodded. "Come on. By the way, I've been talking to Brains, and he says your craft will require a co-pilot. And well, that's me."

"I don't know if I should be happy at that, or worried."

"Good, it looks like you've cheered up. Let's join the others, we need to organise a trip to see John's craft," Gordon offered his hand to his brother and pulled him to his feet, Virgil was still looking stressed so before leaving, his brother hugged him.

"You haven't let Mum down, Virgil. Don't ever think that in this new job."

"Thanks, Gordon," Virgil smiled and Gordon kissed his forehead. "Now don't do that again."

"Do what?" Gordon winked, and the two boys left the room to re-join the others in the lounge to discuss the Thunderbirds.

Author's notes: Thunderbirds Are Go! Getting much closer to a rescue now. Yay!