The four Tracy men in Boston were not going to be stopped from leaving it because of a simple storm. They'd all flown in worse weather in a Thunderbird, and Jeff and Scott had flown worse when they were in the Air Force, so this storm was nothing to them. Despite the thundering sound of rain pounding on Tracy 1, and the lightning illuminating the sky outside her windows, these men were on a mission to not be stopped.

"We have very hesitant clearance for take-off," Scott said at the pilot seat, and started flipping switches. Alan sat to his co-pilot, glad to finally be of some use. They started to roll down the tarmac, ready to pick up speed for take-off when a vehicle appeared beside them in flashing lights. "What now," Scott mumbled as he slowed the plane down.

"They need me to get off," Alan said, listening to the radio communications from tower. The car got in front of them, and the light beams from the plane shown on the little yellow car. The passenger got out of the plane and waved at them. "Is that Milo?" he asked, squinting to make out the shape.

"What's he doing here?" Virgil asked, coming up behind to see what all the commotion was about.

"Let's find out," Alan said getting up.

"Stay," Virgil replied, pointing a finger at his brother. "You are supposed to be resting."

"I am so done resting," Alan responded and got up. "You can stay here or you can come with me," he added as he grabbed his rain jacket and opened the door. Wind and rain gusted in immediately, but with the help of his brothers the managed to get the ladder attached and out the door for them to climb down.

Milo was waiting for them at the ground. The second Alan was flat-footed on the ground though, Milo punched the guy. There was a lot of shouting from Alan's brothers as their kid brother staggered back with a hand to his face. Milo was cursing rather loudly as well, shaking his hand out from the unremembered pain that came with punching a guy out. "You and your family have ruined everything for me in less than a week," Milo shouted over the storm. "Your ridiculous stubbornness must be hereditary," he put his hand in his pocket. "But this, this I can fix. It's your move Tracy, I'm wiping my hands with it!" He threw Alan the envelope, who caught it with a slight struggle. "She's not at our apartment anymore. I don't know where she is, but I'm sure you'll be able to find her." With that he headed back to the little car with the guy who had owed him a favor.

"Milo!" Alan shouted, confused, but the guy either didn't hear him over the storm or ignored him.

"Alan!" Virgil shouted and Alan turned to where his brothers were at the plane, waiting for him to come back. Alan looked at the envelope and stuffed it into his coat pocket, climbing the ladder back into the warmth of the plane.

"What was that?" Scott asked once the door was closed."Wow he got you good," he said, looking at Alan's eye. "I bet being a doctor means he knows where to hit to do the least amount of damage and make it look really bad."

"Not funny," Virgil said, emerging from the small kitchenette with a bag of ice. "What did he want anyway?"

"And how did he manage to stop the plane," Jeff asked, checking on his youngest son.

"Dad, I'm fine," Alan sighed, placing the eyes on his eye with a wince. "Let's go home," he suggested and there was a round of agreement. Since he wasn't able to use both hands, Jeff took co-pilot and Alan sat in on the chairs. Scott went through all of clearance again, and Virgil went to see if there was any pain meds for Alan, leaving the youngest brother alone. With the moment to himself, Alan set the ice down and pulled the envelope out of his pocket.

He barely knew what he was reading until he hit the certificates. He found his name, his mother's name, so many names until finally things were making sense. "Stop the plane," he mumbled. Virgil came back and made a hmm sound in reply. Alan jumped from his seat and headed to the front. "Stop the plane!" he shouted as he burst in. Scott jumped and cursed, having started the plane again and now pulling the emergency brake for a stop.

"What the hell Alan?" Scott shouted at his little brother.

"What is this?" Alan asked, handed the papers to his father who seemed to have gone pale. "Explain it dad, explain it!" he said, his voice risen slightly.

"You can't be here Milo," Laura DePalio told the Greek doctor before her for the third time in three days. "I've already told you this. She doesn't want to talk to you, or see you."

"I'm going to come here every day until she does," Milo said, handing her a tray of Starbucks cups. "I told her a long time ago I'd be here for her, and I mean it. I'm here, for her, whenever she's ready. "

Laura took the trays. "I'm not the one that needs to be swooned," she told him, taking a sniff and seeing that he'd once again brought her favorite and Lucy-Jane's. Which was a shame because she probably wouldn't take it for the third time.

"She won't let me," Milo said. "So you're the owl now. Sorry about that."

Laura shrugged. "It's once a day, could be worse," she figured. "We're on rotation tonight and tomorrow, so maybe saving some people will make her feel better. Because whatever you screwed up was very major and requires a whole other tunnel collapse."

Milo's smile wavered, still torn up over everything. He wasn't even sleeping in the apartment, unable to be there without her. He recognized that he was sounding rather pathetic, and overly emotional about the situation. But he honestly felt like everything horrible that could have happened did in a single weekend. Now he was sleeping either at the home he ran or at the hospital. "I'm off the clock so I'll be able to talk, whenever she needs me."

"I'll let her know," Laura told him, taking a sip from her drink.

"Is she okay? From the transplant? Is she still sore because maybe going back today isn't a good idea," Milo started to worry after a moment of thought.

"Milo, she's fine. She'll be with a whole bus of EMTs and paramedics who will make her sit her ass down if it even looks like she's sore. And Jonas gets back in for today, and you know that he actually cares deep down. And you can't forget Edward. My partner will be on it, you have nothing to worry about Milo."

"Okay, but if she needs anything-"

"I'll let her know she can call you," Laura reassured him. "Go, get."

"I'm getting. See you tomorrow."

"Light on the cinnamon tomorrow Milo."

"Noted DePalio."

"I'm going to be sick, I'm going to be sick," Alan muttered and pressed his forehead to the cool window of the Tracy Industries supplied apartment they were staying in.

"Alan," Scott muttered, knowing he was exaggerating.

Alan pushed back from the window and turned to look at his oldest brother. He glared. "I checked out my sister," Alan hissed at him. "My sister, my twin," he said again. "Scotty I checked her out and found her mildly attractive. Oh god I'm going to be sick," he said and turned away back towards the window.

Scott shifted uncomfortable, still trying to come to terms with this new information of having another sibling. A sister actually. And while he wouldn't admit it, he'd checked her out as well, though he hadn't found her attractive. Blonds were not his thing. And he had no doubt that some of his other brothers were having the same reaction he and Alan were having. "You can appreciate the attractiveness of others without actually being attracted to them," Scott told Alan.

"I heard her have sex," Alan said, jumping back in realization. He made a disgusted face. "I heard my little sister have sex. Oh god now I know how you feel like when you think I'm having sex."

Scott made a similar face and shook his head. "Please stop. You do not have sex. You're never ever having sex," he said, proving Alan's point.

"I can't believe dad didn't tell us," Alan muttered after a quiet point. "He knew and he didn't tell us."

"He only knew for a day before we did," Scott murmured.

"No, he knew before that. He's always known I was a twin, he just thought she was dead. And he never questioned it." Alan slammed a hand against the window. "He should have told us! If I had known, I might have realized that that baby wasn't Lucy-Jane. We could have realized it and we would have found her and she wouldn't have grown up being bounced around. She would have had a family, our family."

"Al, you don't know that," Scott told his brother. "You can't know that anything different would have happened. Dad didn't know, if he had he would have done something. I know he would have."

"He knew when we were getting ready to go to airport, and when we were getting on the plane, and when we were going to take off, when Milo came and punched me for it, and then while I read the information on the envelope," Alan started to rant. "If I hadn't said anything then we would probably be on the island where he didn't tell us." Scott didn't say anything, not knowing how to respond because he didn't know how he felt about it or if he did believe their dad would have told them.

Alan stood up, pushing himself away from the table which caused the chair to scrap along the wooden floor. "I'm going to go find her," he said. "I need to go find her. She's probably more confused than I am. She probably thinks we don't care."

"Do we?" Virgil asked coming in from making a phone call in another room.

"Of course we do," Alan said and looked to Scott who didn't say anything. "Why wouldn't we? She's our sister."

"No Alan she's not," Virgil raised his voice at his youngest brother. "Alan, just because she's blood doesn't really make her our sister. We know nothing about her, she knows nothing about us. And she can't know everything about us. She won't ever learn about International Rescue and what we do, so she will never know us."

"We can get to know each other," Alan said, surprised by his brother's lack of interest. "And blood does matter. It's what bonds us."

"Does she feel like a sister Alan? When you think about any one of us, does it feel the same way as when you think of her? No it doesn't, because family isn't just about blood. It's more, it's the memories and the bonds and the connections we make that matter."

"Then why aren't you giving her a chance? Why don't you want to connect?" Alan asked him.

"Why should we? Alan, she's twenty-five years old, that's almost a half a life. She doesn't need brothers anymore, and she has her own family for support. She has roots here in Boston; friends, family, a boyfriend, a job. She is her own person. And even if she wasn't, we can't be here for her. We don't live here, on the mainland. We live on an island, because of our lives and what we do. She can't know about International Rescue and the Thunderbirds, and because of them we can't be there for her when she might need us the most. We can't have a connection with her, not a real one." Virgil told him, frustrated with his younger brother. He didn't understand why Alan was so adamant about her.

"I'm going to go find her," Alan said, moving around and grabbing his things. "She's my sister, I have to go find her. She's probably the only one who understands what this feels like," he threw accusing glances at his brothers. "And anyway, something is wrong. Milo was mad enough to stop our jet, and punch me in the rain so something is wrong. And even if she isn't my sister, she's still my friend. And my friend can use my help."

"Can you even see out of that eye?" Scott asked.

"Yes. But don't worry, I'm taking public transport." Alan snapped at his brothers and slammed the door behind him.

A/N: Poor Al. Don't worry kid you'll block it out of your head one day.

We're in the final three chapters before the epilogue! Thanks to everyone who has followed this story and stuck around.

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