Sorry I took so long to update this! I was at a major writers block for the longest time! But it eventually came to me!

But now is when I need your help! I'm gonna write chapters based on words. Such as this one is for the word 'nightmare'! But I need your help to come up with them! If you have any, first that come to your mind, please let me know and I can totally see where I can take it!

When Alan was younger, the only thing that had honestly frightened the youngest Tracy was thunderstorms and needles (more specifically 'shots').

He used to go to one of his big brothers for help, he had four so his options were limitless, and they were always happy to help him. One of the perks of being the baby. But as he got older (and his brothers got older too) the idea of running to someones bed in the middle of the night became less of an outstanding idea and more along the lines of a childish one. Something that at the ripe young age of 14 was to be avoided at all costs. His family already fussed over him enough, he didn't need to provide the with any excuses.

Besides, he no longer believed in monsters and had no longer asked Scott or John to check the closet or under his bed anymore. And nightmares weren't even real. Even if they were particularly scary, Alan's fourteen year old teenage pride prevented him from seeking the comfort of an older brother, or worse, his dad.

Then The Hood attacked.

And having to watch as he had almost lost his entire family in one sitting was enough for Alan Tracy to throw his teenage pride out the door.

It was left unspoken but all around known that it would take more then a fun ride home in a "Thunderbird" and a family barbecue to fix everything that had been broken.

TinTin would often disappear by herself for long periods of time. Fermat usually rotated from being with his dad to being with Alan. It wasn't as alarming as some might think when the three friends would simply disappear, they knew the island better then any of the other inhabitants. Even John, who could explore it using satellites and camera feeds. And besides, the three youngest inhabitants of the island were practically inseparable as it was.

And it seemed that their way of dealing with the 'incident' (as it had been dubbed) was trying to pretend that nothing had ever happened and that everything was completely normal.

But it wasn't normal.

For the first time in forever Alan Tracy was scared of the 'monsters'. Sometimes he'd wake up in the middle of the night in panic, covered in sticky yet cold sweat, and fight his way free from his comforter and tip toe to his door and down the hall. He'd stop at every bedroom door and open it enough that he was able to see a person lying in in each bed. Simply to make sure his dreams were exactly that, dreams.

Other nights he'd stay up long enough until he stopped hearing the soft ruffling of a page being turned, a faint thump as said book was placed aside and the click of the table side lamp being turned off as John finally turned in for the night. Then Alan would get up and do his nightly rounds.

First he'd go all the way down to the other end of the hall and peak in on his dad. Alan always smiled when he saw his dads sleep wear. Jeff Tracy, legendary ex-astronaut, billionaire, and secret commander of the Thunderbird's slept in pink heart covered sleeping shorts. Alan would wait long enough until he was sure that he could see the up and down rhythm of his dads breathing.

Then Alan would move down to Scott's room. He had to be careful walking near his eldest brother, as he was ex-air force and the eldest of five brothers. Scott was attuned to hearing anything out of place. His eldest brother slept on his back, facing upwards, with one arm draped over his chest as the other inched towards the underside of his bed where Alan was sure he kept some sort of tazing device (something that had been ingrained in his eldest brother while in the service 'Keep your friends close, but you weapon closer') Like he did with his dad, Alan watched until he could actually see the rise and fall of every breath.

After Scott, Alan stopped in Virgil's room. Personally Alan like his middle brothers room. Virgil was the artistic brother and his room was his best mural, in Alan's opinion anyway. On one wall was a portrait of their family, one that include mom. But on the other three were murals of Virgil's favorite places to be (the jungle was Alan's favorite) the Tracy Family Doctor's bedroom was surprisingly messy. Old drawings, canvas's, and music sheets covered every open space there was. Virgil slept on his side, curled in a ball, something Alan assumed he had done his entire life (not that the young blonde was there for his brothers younger years as Virgil was already ten years old when Alan himself was born). Unlike his oldest brother, Virgil was the deep sleeper, well one of the deep sleepers of the Tracy family. Alan was practically right over top of him and he didn't even stir. After waiting a few minutes, and seeing Virgil's fingers twitch (the running joke was that he was dreaming about plying on his piano) Alan knew his middle brother was indeed alive and simply asleep.

Alan's next stop on his nightly rounds was his direct older brother's room. Gordon's room was chaotic; clothes everywhere and towels hung on just about everything. Goose bumps ghosted over his arms as the night ocean air blew through his brothers open windows. Gordon was the Tracy water baby, when they had still lived in Kansas he had slept with a sound machine that made ocean-wave-crashing sounds. But since moving to the island he had ditched the sound machine and had taken to sleeping with his balcony doors open (eventually dad had put on a screen door as well) for the similar but more natural ocean-wave-crashing sounds. Gordon slept sprawled out on his stomach in nothing but a pair of shorts (with little sea creatures on them-they had been a gift from Alan) his blankets pooled around his feet. He grimaced a little at the scar in the center of his back, a reminder of Gordon's accident. While Gordon was the deep sleeping Tracy, he had this strange yet hilarious habit of talking, more like mumbling, in his sleep.

At hearing his sleep filled rambles, after waiting a few moments, Alan was content enough to back out of the 'water boys' room and move on.

Alan froze outside of John's room. His older carbon copy had always been the light sleeper of the family. Nobody knew (or so Alan thought) of his nightly rounds for the weeks following The Hoods attack on their home (his family) but if there was someone who could hear him and find out it was his older brother John. But, Alan swallowed hard, he had to know. The image of seeing his family, floating lifelessly in 5, not breathing and not moving; Dead came flooding into his mind. That was enough to make Alan push open his second oldest brothers bedroom door and tip-toe in closer. John's room was cool, and although he would never admit to it, Alan often wandered into the blonde man's room when said man was up on. On the ceiling hanging in the air and twisting in the moon light was a bunch of glow in the dark stars (Alan had helped hang them as a prank with Gordon when he was younger-John liked them and never took them down) John slept with his window open too and when ever the wind blew the stars would spin.

Alan tip-toed closer until he could clearly see the title of the book John was reading.

Again.

His blonde brother slept almost just like Scot. Except he was on his side with one arm tucked under his head. Almost all of his injuries had healed into bruises. Unlike with his other family members, Alan stayed there, even after he could obviously see John's chest moving up and down with every inhale and exhale. This was the brother he'd almost lost at the beginning of the entire 'incident' and Alan almost felt tempted to sit on the floor and watch his brother, to make sure he stayed here; Alive.

But, satisfied, Alan turned and headed back to his room. Not noticing the ice blue eyes following him as he did so.

Alan pulled back his comforter as he climbed back into bed. He fell hard onto his mattress. He was tired but not tired enough to actually try and face his nightmares. Alan was half tempted to turn on his television but the noise would surely awaken John who would then come to investigate as to why he wasn't fast asleep yet, least to say, the television remained in the 'off' setting.

He hadn't even realized he had fallen asleep until he had woken up screaming. His face was sticky and how and breathing seemed to be a very hard thing to accomplish at the moment. He felt a tear fall from his eye, then another and another. For the first time since his mom had died Alan Tracy found himself curling up and sobbing. Alan pulled his knees to his chest as another sob escaped him.

His dreams, his night terrors, were all the same. He was too slow. He wasn't quick enough. He let them die. He was left all alone. His family, his dad and his brothers were all dead. Thunderbird 5 crashed into the atmosphere and blew into tiny smithereens because he, Alan Tracy the screw up Tracy (the mistake) had failed them and his punishment for failing was to be completely and utterly alone.

"Alan?"

The young blonde teenager had been so caught up in his thoughts that he hadn't even head his door open, or the foot steps softly padding towards his bed, nor did he feel the soft dip of the bed as someone sat in the edge.

"Allie, its ok"

But he did hear the voice. The voice of the brother whom he had failed. Who had been killed by the very 'Bird he loved so much.

He looked up.

John's eyes, face, person came into his vision as he wiped at the tears with the back of his hand. To hide the evidence of his weakness. But his blonde brothers hand beat his to it. Warm and gentle (and very much alive), John's hand enclosed around his youngest brothers. they locked eyes and it became clear. They had all known of Alan's nightly escapades but didn't have the heart to catch him nor stop him. They had assumed it was nightmares, but didn't want to push the young fourteen year old away by confronting him about it.

However, one look at his young carbon copy's glistening-with-sweat-face and red puffy eyes, John all but threw caution to the wind and pulled him close. With a muttered 'Oh Allie', John pulled the blonde teenager into his shoulder. Alan went rigid as if admitting fear was admitting weakness.

John put a stop to that then and there.

"Allie, its ok, admitting to being scared does not make you weak. It takes more strength to admit your scared then it does to hide it away."

After several long minutes John felt what he had hoped to achieve. Alan let out a soft sob and sagged into his chest. his hands unclenched and latched onto his shirt, as tight as he could, as if should he let go John would disappear and the worst nightmares would become an even worse reality. That's when it dawned on him.

"Allie, whats eating at you kiddo?"

If anything, Alan's grip simply tightened. Their youngest brothers strength could surprise them all. Alan knew what John was doing. But Alan didn't want to talk about his nightmares. What he wanted was to push them so far into the back of his mind that they turned into nothing more but a distant memory. But John knew what was best, and holding in all these fears and emotions wasn't it.

"Is it because of the 'incident'?"

Alan's sob, but utter lack of response was the only answer John had needed. It had been terrifying for him, them, and they hadn't been the ones stuck down here with him.

"You always die and I'm all alone"

The voice was small but unmistakeably Alan's. John closed his eyes and planted his lips on his youngest brothers temple. Something he, nor the others, had done since the kid was ten and had told them one night (while they tucked him in no less) that only baby's got kisses.

"Promise never to leave Johnny"

His lips remaining firmly pressed against Alan's forehead, John muttered his promise.

"Allie, I can speak for all of us, he will have to try harder then that"

He closed his eyes and felt Alan relax against him, the teens sobs subduing to hiccups.

"Like it or not, kiddo, your stuck with us"

John, with a 'Big Brothers Experience' stealthily turned them back towards the pillows. Lying down and pulling Alan into his side. Alan snuggled close, his right hand never loosing its grip on his night shirt until John removed it in favor of holding it in his own hand instead. His thumb rubbing the smooth skin on the back of Alan's hand.

"Now how about we both turn in for the night, for real this time"

Alan had already beat him to it. Smiling, John reached up to turn off Alan's lamp before snuggling down into the soft pillows.

Alan had no more nightmares that night.

As it seems, nobody is ever really too old to need comfort that only an older sibling can provide. And, fortunately for Alan, his older brothers seemed more then happy to.

Hope it seems ok! Let me know what you thought!