Just a little something that came to mind, I dont know from where, but it was there and telling me to let it out. Its wish is my command.

Alan had always had a need for speed, an unquenching thirst to reach levels of acceleration that only certain few could reach, and survive. It came as no surprise when he had asked Jeff to sign the forms to let him into the Supercross leagues, the Tracy Patriarch had been very resistant in letting his seventeen year old join the sport. He had even had the backing of Alan's four older brothers.

But he had, reluctantly, signed the papers for Alan.

He had been in the Junior NASCAR leagues at age 15. Won many golds and titles before he dropped. Or retired as he so liked to call it. But he hadn't stopped, he moved right on to the next thing.

Watching Alan go around the track, flips and tricks galore, made it worth it though. Because it was something that Alan loved to do, it was something he could call his own and not have to worry about following in his big brothers foot steps.

Jeff Tracy had called off all meetings for Tracy Enterprises and had even put International Rescue on hold so they could all be there to watch their youngest.

It wasn't a horridly hot day. The wind was blowing softly and the clouds in the sky blocked out the sun while it was at its fullest. Jeff looked around him, at his older sons, waiting for the actual race to commence. John was nestled in the corner, book balancing on one leg and a cup of soda in his left hand. Scott was leaning against the rails watching the bikers practice. Gordon was doing something on his tablet that was most likely going to cause trouble later, as he would turn it away from anyone who would look in its direction the moment he noticed the prying eyes. Virgil was torn between watching the bikers and trying to see what ever it was Gordon was doing.

Jeff smiled to himself, a bit discreetly, but he could swear that he saw John glance at him knowingly out of the corner of his eye.

This was good. Them all being here, for Alan. Not having to worry about any rescues or crisis's or anything. Just enjoying being in each others company. Alan had grown up to be a well mannered young man. While he did not mind the media, he tended to shy away from them most of the time, he was the best out of his brothers when it came to dealing with them. He had turned into a mixture of all four of his older brothers, not including already sharing their interests.

He was built strong like Scott.

He was lean and quick like John.

He was observant like Virgil.

And, he was always up for everything like Gordon.

Jeff chuckled to himself a bit at the last one, but would readily admit, that he was very proud of the person his son was turning into. He was torn from his thoughts at the voice of his youngest, drawing ever closer.

"Shouldn't be much longer now guys"

John put his book down, bright blue eyes turning to focus on their younger copy. Scott straightened to meet him. Gordon put his tablet down. Virgil turned his attention to the approaching blonde. Jeff sat and watched for a small moment, it was amazing the way that Alan could draw all his boys together in a simple moment (and, yet, when it came down to it, when Jeff needed to do so, they were never as quick as they were when Alan called for their attention).

"Al shouldn't you be out there, you know, practicing?"

Alan shrugged off the question.

"Did it this morning bro"

It wasn't long before they were called to attention by the loud speakers announcing that it was time for all racers to make it to the starting line. Alan bid them goodbye and they bid him good luck before he was gone. They watched as he pulled up on his red bike, revving his engines as he did so. The shot fired and the gates opened and they were gone.

Alan was like a bullet.

Flying past his opponents and making jumps that could rival that of any other in the game.

It was all going great until it happened.

They weren't really sure what had caused it, but all they could do was watched in horror as Alan flew up and up and up, lost his bike, and windmilled on his descent back to the earth. It was simply amazing how fast something so good could turn so so bad. All five elder Tracy's watched, leaning over the railing on baited breath as they waited for their youngest to get to his feet, to simply move.

Slowly, slugishly, he got up. Alan swayed and fell to his knees.

Virgil, from beside Jeff, muttered about staying still and letting them take care of him.

But against all odds, Alan got to his feet. He grabbed at his bike and stumbled forward a bit. There was movement and arm waving, but whatever argument that had been going on was ended when the man holding onto the red bike relented and held it out for Alan to take. Alan climbed back on and kicked at the starter.

"THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE! ALAN TRACY IS GETTING BACK ON!"

"HE HAD TO BE AT LEAST 30 FEET IN THE AIR! HE CRASHED HARD, BUT THERE HE GOES!"

"THE CROWD IS GOING WILD! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! ABSOLUTELY AMAZING!"

Alan was going again. Faster and faster. The race wasn't very exciting after that. Sure, a couple crashes and loose ends here and there, but other then Alan no one else seemed to be catching any big air time. They watched, as Alan yanked his hand from the handle bar and waved it. Even though they could not see it, there was obviously pain written on his face in the action.

It was right at the finish when Alan lost his control, his was slower then before, but still going at a pace that when he touched dirt he went flying. He crashed into the pexiglass wall and it cracked at his impact.

However, as soon as they saw him hit dirt for the second time, the entire Tracy family was gone. They were running as fast as they could down to the dirt track and the bikers area.

Alan was just stumbling into his area when they made it. He looked up at them as the gate slammed shut.

And promptly passed out.

Soo? To be continued?