Devious Disaster

by Rumoi

Alan comes home for the summer for some much needed R&R only to find that Gordon has some 'unofficial' IR training prepared for him. Stealth, strength, intelligence, agility and a sense of adventure and recklessness with total disregard for personal safety that only Alan could possess will all be essential in this trial.

3. Surprise

A/N: Chapter 3 is here! I hope you all enjoy and as always please R&R.
Disclaimer: I had a terrible dream that I didn't own Alan and the Thunderbir- (looks at approaching lawyers) What do you mean that wasn't a dream?! Sigh, the real world has spoken, I have no claim or ownership over the Thunderbirds.

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"Training?" Repeated Alan as if disbelieving of the words he was being told.

Jeff laughed at his sons' incredulous expression. "Surprised?"

Alan nodded, struggling to control his whirling emotions.

"To answer your question, yes, training. You've done some training and helped out a bit on rescues after we got the Thunderbirds up and running again. Not much, since you were at school most of the year." Jeff stared at his youngest son proudly, wondering at how much the teen had grown in a short period of time.

"We need to make sure you are prepared for anything." Jeff stressed.

It wasn't hard for Alan to figure out what was still troubling his father. The homicidal attack on his family still haunted him; not that he would let anyone else know that. Though how anyone could forget glowing red eyes lighting up in pleasure are you screamed in pain was beyond him.

Alan sighed; Jeff smiled lightly.

"It's just some simple tasks that will test your knowledge, reactions, agility, how you cope in… tense situations and such. I have no doubt you will pass them easily. Without training you handled much worse circumstances and overcame them."

Alan looked up at his father's shining eyes; his surprise evident on his young face.

Jeff coughed. "Anyways, off to bed with you kid. It's been a long day."

"F.A.B dad." Alan saluted with a smile and an awkward hug before heading back to his clothes strewn room.

Day one was over and Alan felt happy to be home. In fact, for once he felt that this truly was home. With happy thoughts, the blonde teenager dumped his duffel bag on the floor and flopped onto bed after changing into his pajamas. Remembering his fathers surprising decision, Alan grinned. Yes, this was going to be a good holiday indeed.