Ok. First of all, Congrats to lulu303 and lissysue85 for getting the correct answer. Well done, both of you. Secondly I'd like to add what I should've at the end (about the little competition)I should've said that winner and first runner-up would be selected, and seeing as there are only two of you, that qualifies. So, this is what I want you to do. PM me your details, like name, age, such info I can use in my next story. Also, I want you to tell me exactly what rolls you would like to play and how you would like to be written in. ok? Oh, and if you don't want your names to be used in the next story, tell me what name you would like to go by. Well done, guys.

Ok, on with the story.

Disclaimer: (sigh) if only.

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Karol woke to the sound of a beeping machine and bright lights. She instantly regretted opening her eyes, snapping them shut with a hiss.

"Karol?" The voice was a little fuzzy, but she recognised it straight away. Much slower this time, she opened her eyes and turned in the direction the voice had come from.

"Hey dad." Her voice sounded strange to her, almost like something was blocking her nose. Reaching up, she sighed. A nasal catheter. She turned back to her father, noting his concerned expression.

"How long was I out?"

"About three days. You had us worried, Kitten. Gordon said you passed out just as he reached you." She nodded, remembering. The water had been so cold she had been wearing down quite quickly. She had been just so tired that her body had finally relinquished its energy, putting her life into her brother's hands.

"Kitten?" She turned back to her father.

"Hmm? Sorry dad, I must have drifted." In spite of himself, Jeff chuckled.

"I ask how you're feeling." She thought a little.

"Tired, bruised, like I'm going to get the world's worst cold. Where are we, anyway?"

"You're in the General Hospital," a new voice said from the doorway. Karol smiled, instinct telling her exactly who it was.

"Hey John. Hey Gordo." Gordon practically leapt on to the other side of the bed, grimacing at it.

"How on Earth can you sleep in these things? You may as well sleep on rocks!" Karol laughed.

"As far as I can remember, I did." Gordon smiled before uncharacteristically throwing his arms around her. "I must have really had you all worried. Especially if the resident fish is going to act like this!" She laughed at the indignant expression her younger brother's face.

"I'm guessing Scott and Virgil are at home, huh?"

"That's right. We'll be heading off soon. You never know what could happen." She laughed.

"I suppose not."

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Five minutes, that's all it had been before Karol decided she'd had enough and she wanted to go back to sleep. Jeff noticed the stifle yawn, smiling softly.

"Alright, let your sister get some sleep." He began ushering the two out, both of them saying their goodbyes. Jeff turned back to his only, now sleeping daughter. With a tender smile, he brushed some of her blonde hair out of her eyes, placing a loving kiss on her forehead.

"You had us worried, Kitten. You really did."

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The next day, Karol received a couple of unexpected visitors. Her father and twin had stayed overnight and were with her once again, talking. Karol was up and about now, the catheter taken out and ECG machine no longer needed. Although, true to her earlier prediction, she had one hell of a cold. The doctors came in and told them that she would be able to go home the next day, if everything was alright, telling her that she was, in fact, very lucky to survive with only light hypothermia. How she didn't have anything more was beyond them. After they had gone, came the visitors. A shy knock on the door alerted the three of them to the children and their parents. John and Karol looked at each other, surprised.

"Hello there, you two. I wasn't expecting to see you so soon." Sylvia and Jake smiled brightly, Jake hopping over on his crutch. Jeff smiled as the teenager helped her brother up on the bed as she herself sat down.

"How are you, Miss Tracy?" she asked.

"I'm ok, though I wouldn't get too close if I were you. I don't want to give you this cold."

"That's ok, Karol, I have one of my own." Jake seemed rather pleased with himself. She laughed, ruffling his hair. She noticed her father conversing with their parents. They turned to her.

"Miss Tracy…"

"You can call me Karol," she smiled. They smiled back.

"Karol. We want to thank you and your brother for everything you did. If it wasn't for you, we may never have seen our son again." Karol smiled, passing a sly look to her brother. He caught it, sending it back to her with a very sly wink.

"We did what anyone else would have done. Besides, if it wasn't for those awesome guys at International Rescue, I wouldn't be here, either." Jeff smiled proudly behind them. Sylvia cuddled up to her younger brother. He was twirling a pen in his fingers, seeming very shy. Karol smiled, knowing exactly what he wanted. She reached out.

"Do you want me to write something?" He smiled brightly, passing the pen to her before awkwardly lifting his casted foot up onto the bed. 'To a very brave young man. Well done for how well you acted when we were trapped. Get well soon. Lots of love, Kit.'

"There you go."

"Thank you Kit!" And now it was Sylvia's turn.

"Miss Tracy? I…erm, that is…I was wondering…" Instead of finishing, she pointed to a case sitting next to the bed. Karol caught on immediately. She smiled.

"Alright."

Very soon the ward was filled with the sound of a violin. Becoming so sucked into the music, Karol didn't notice the growing audience. She didn't notice the clapping, she didn't notice the dancing, and she didn't notice the laughter. She began playing 'Lord of the Dance'. Then she noticed the dancing, the clapping, the laughing and the singing. But it didn't bother her. Not in the slightest. She smiled as they smiled. She played it faster, until her arm ached. The clapping got faster. The whole ward became alive. People young and old, patients and doctors and nurses and visitors became part of the growing audience. Pretty soon, the ward wasn't big enough, so they had to move, Karol leading as she played. Children followed her, dancing along or trying to mimic her, their parents laughing. The doctors and nurses danced together. Jeff and John shone with pride as the only woman in the family played confidently in front of them. The same person who suffered terrible stage fright seemed to change because of a single request from a young girl. Then she began talking to the audience, asking each of them what song they wanted playing. And then, she wrapped it up with the National Anthem. No one cared what she played, they were so caught up in the music that they enjoyed what ever she could strum. And she herself seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself.

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Of course, it was told to all the other occupants of Tracy Island. It had been a few days since Karol and John came home from their adventure filled holiday, and she was making a fast recovery. Pretty soon, John was going back to Thunderbird 5. He and his father sat talking about the happenings in Nova Scotia.

"Karol seemed to get a confidence boost then. You can see that now." Jeff agreed.

"She certainly has. I'm very proud of her." John nodded.

Karol had been terrified about something as simple as playing to an audience. But nearly losing her life had taught her a valuable lesson about being confident in her abilities. It just goes to show that a Concert of Disaster can become a Concert of Glory.

-Fin-

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And that's a wrap.

Sorry if the ending was a little lame. I think it's the best part of the older version of this story. I really hoped you enjoyed it!

Thunderbirds are GO!!