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Author's note: Okay…so I know that this story is technically over…I just wanted to add this little bit on the end as, almost like a bridge to the sequel Only One, which is on my profile, as is the follow-on to that; Parting Gift. Enjoy!

Somewhere In Between

By Bubblegum Thai

Epilogue

My fondest memory of my little sister is from 2068. It was getting late in Tokyo when I finally turned to my little sister. We'd been wandering the city all day, talking about her studying and friends and the things she does and the places she goes. We'd talked about home, our brothers, our father and everyone back on the island, but there was one thing we'd not talked about yet. Taking in a deep breath, I began,

"Suzan," I paused, not really sure where I was taking this, "so is working for International Rescue everything that you thought it would be?"

My little sister mused, cocking her head to the side. It was the first time I'd seen her in the flesh in two years. She was eighteen then. I still remember when she would crawl into bed with me when she'd have nightmares when she was still just a kid, me being nine years older than her, I always felt like I should protect her. Her once long, deep chocolate-coloured hair, now sheered to just below her shoulders, bobbed as she shrugged,

"Sort of." She finally replied, "It's not really all go here, I've gotta admit."
I laughed, looking around. She was right; Japan wasn't really known for its high mission count, but that didn't mean that we didn't need her there. Father paid for her maintenance there, and she was studying pre-med at Tokyo University, it was really my father's way of keeping her nice and safe,

"You happy here, Suz'?" I asked, stroking the hair off of her face. I knew at the time that it probably wouldn't have looked right. I was just her big brother, being soppy, I guess. Touching down at the airport earlier that day, I'd barely been able to contain my excitement, now that I was here, it felt almost anti-climatic. I don't really know what I'd expected. Perhaps some kind of desperate plea for me to take her back to Tracy Island with me, who knows?

"…yes." She finally replied, "I think I am." She smiled, "And how're things between you and International Rescue?" She asked casually, placing one hand on her hip, "You still married to that space station of yours?" She joked. That was the thing I always enjoyed about her company, and Virgil's, they got me. I love space, more than most things and although, outwardly, it seems like I get the bum deal when it comes to Thunderbird Five, I really don't. Alan doesn't get preferential treatment; it is an agreement that suits us both. I enjoy being in space, contemplating the stars, and finding sources and information for my latest book whilst Alan prefers to be on the island with Tin-tin. I don't mind. I guess Suzan was right; I am kinda married to the job,

"We're very happy together." I smirked. She laughed,

"Oh John…you do make me laugh!" She gushed, hugging me. It was then that I missed her presence more than I have ever since…and sitting up here amongst the stars and satellites, I often think back to that day when she covered her nose in ice cream and introduced me to the delicacies that are sushi and seaweed,

"So you're happy here?" I asked, "I promise this'll be the last time I ask International Rescue related questions!" He exclaimed as she shot me a withering look,

"Yes, John!" She huffed,

"Okay…alright…" I resigned,

"Don't you mean F.A.B.?" She giggled. Laughing, I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her tight against my chest,

"I make you laugh?" I snorted, "Please say you're coming home for Scott's thirty-eth! We could have so much fun!"

Yes…I think that is one of my best memories, not just of my sister, or of my family in general…but just one of my favourite memories, period.

The end

(for real this time)