A/N: Whoops~ Almost posted this without my disclaimer! Well here is chapter six. I hope everyone likes it. Please enjoy and R&R
Disclaimer: I have no claim of the Thunderbirds besides that of being their fan. I do not own them, their ideas, their merchandise or anything affiliated to them.

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A deep red dye was cast over the sandy beaches; the last rays of sun set on Tracy Island, disappearing into the darkened waters. Enjoying the ethereal-like sight young Alan Tracy stood upon the beach humming an old famous tune.

"Come down." He finished softly, a small smile gracing his youthful face.

After Alan had finished reminiscing with John and Virgil he decided to go for a walk down the beach. Turning, the energetic youth headed back to his the dimply lit halls quietly, Alan was surprised to see Scott quietly walking down the halls checking on his supposedly sleeping brothers. Scott startled guiltily as if Alan wasn't supposed to see him; which in Scotts' mind he wasn't.

Alan grimaced; Scotts night prowling might endanger his training mission. He would have to be more careful as to not be caught if Scott was still in the habit of checking on everyone in the night.

"Old habits die hard I see." Alan said quietly to his older brother.

Scott flushed lightly. The dim lights where too weak to allow Alan to see this however.

"I thought you were in bed," Scott murmured sheepishly.

"I was watching the sunset and thinking." Alan whispered in reply.

"Thinking? That's a dangerous thing to do when you aren't used to it." Scott grinned as he dodged Alan's playful cuff to his head. "So what were you thinking about?"

Alan paused for a second, briefly regretting saying he was thinking. Couldn't let Scott find out about his 'special training' with Gordon.

"Everything, I guess," he vaguely explained.

Scott raised his eyebrow letting Alan know he wasn't convinced by that.

"You know," Alan quickly covered, "just, everything. What happened last spring and the family and just, well, everything." He ended lamely.

Scott winced.

Alan knew it was a low-blow, but at the same time it wasn't entirely a lie. He had been thinking of that along with his training. Every time he looked off the beach for a split second he always remembered seeing the submarine emerging; for that second he felt pure terror squeeze the air out of his lungs. Just for a moment he remembered pain shooting through his body as he was tortured by those gleaming red eyes and just for that moment he remembers how he close he had been to losing every one because of his immature actions.

Scott was silent as he saw a dark shadow flit through his youngest brothers' normally bright eyes; eyes that had matured past his age and showed signs of facing burdens that no human should have to face, especially one so young.

Alan had never really told them what he had faced that day. Oh, sure he said they were chased and were locked in the freezer. Besides that? He didn't say much.

Knowing Alan wouldn't want to talk about it Scott let it drop.

"Why don't you head on to bed?" He said gently. "I'm sure you are still a bit tired from jet-lag."

Shooting Scott a grateful look Alan brushed past him and into his room with a heavy sigh. The door shut behind him with a click, darkness enveloping the room.