onereyofstarlight asked: For Febuwhump: DAY 22, but Scott's the one saying it :)

(no graphic mentions of blood or MCD if possible but also it's your sandbox *hugs* 33)

"You Weren't Meant to be There"

Your wish is my command! TAG-verse but features elements taken from Movie-verse

Characters: Scott, John, Virgil

Warnings: Explosion, Minor injuries and mentions of blood – not graphic

'Scott, we have a situation.'

Scott looked up from the desk as the klaxon sounded and John appeared before him. John paused for Virgil and Gordon to enter the coms and listen.

'There's been a gas explosion in Boston. It's affected a large section of the Newbury Street shopping district and surrounding area.'

'Please tell me that's nowhere near Wharton's?'

'No – nowhere near.'

'Well, thank goodness for that small mercy!'

'Agreed.'

'Agreed. Alright, Thunderbirds are go!'

The scene when One arrived was one of chaos but as Scott watched he could see that local services had coped quite well so far. International Rescue had two objectives this mission. Gordon and Four were going to be dropped into the Charles Basin to ensure that the explosion hadn't breached the walls. Virgil and Scott had a particular section of the street to evacuate and shore up while the local services dealt with the epicentre. They seemed to have that well in hand so Scott set off at a trot to start with the closest.

The Hynes Convention Centre Station had been on the periphery of the explosion but had some of the line collapse and that had caused some of the local businesses to sink inwards too.

The difficulty in such rescues, John reflected as his fingers flew, was not having an accurate 'body' count. When it was one building or an oil rig, say, he would be told how many people were in attendance. In any disaster like this, where the public were involved, there was no way of telling how many people were involved.

John hated sending his brothers in with incomplete data, but it couldn't be helped. Thankfully, as he worked more information poured in. Tuesdays were a reasonably quiet day for the area, and the station hadn't been too busy either. There were a few convention centres, the Fenway and a couple of exhibition centres in the area and John held several simultaneous conversations as he tried to get numbers from them.

Scott had landed One on the nearby Fenway Gardens, his ship being small enough to just fit - literally just – fit. Virgil had no such luck, and it was with a silent plea for forgiveness that he landed his giant bird on the grass at Fenway Park. The Sox were not going to be happy with International Rescue and Virgil knew that replacing that green was going to be one of the most expensive outlays iR had outside of their ships.

Thank goodness it was off season. At least they had time for the green to prefect.

Gordon got stuck into checking the Basin wall while Scott and Virgil began with evacuating the station first and moved outwards. By the time Gordon had declared the town safe from flooding and joined them they had moved onto the businesses and had been working steadily for an hour.

'John – how are we doing with numbers for the exhibitions?'

'Last one is Body Worlds. I know that there are a number of life signs there and I am in contact with someone there and they are getting the information. You have two more businesses before you get there.'

'FAB, John. Virgil – you and Gordon take this one, there seems to be more life signs there – I'll take the other, I see only three. I'll meet you in Body Worlds.'

'FAB, Scott. We'll meet you there.'

Scott was thankful that his three rescuees were both easy to find and uninjured. He delivered them to the waiting medics who would ferry them to the triage centre set up in Boston Common and entered Body World.

He remembered Alan had mentioned this place when he'd first came to Whartons. He was on a part-residential program to finish off his schooling which meant that for two months of the school year he was a normal student. Alan had thought the idea of the place was cool, had tried to convince Virgil to come visit so that they could go together, but the medic had said he saw enough real bodies that he didn't need to see plastinatised ones in an exhibit, no matter that he thought it was an excellent education tool. Alan had pouted for a bit, but eventually the school term had finished and he'd come home and all talk of plastination had gone. Scott had been glad because he hadn't fancied that idea at all.

He'd just got to the entrance and ducked under the fallen beams and reached the first life sign – a very dusty and slightly bloody woman in a pale blue apron. She looked dazed and confused but very grateful as Scott helped her out.

'John, I have quite a few life signs here and there is a lot of debris.'

'Kayo and Penny are both inbound, due to reach you in ten minutes. I'm getting numbers through from those that had been booked in. I'll let you know set figures but besides casual visitors it looks like at least three school groups.'

'FAB, Scott.'

Scott had made it down to the worst section, where the main exhibition floor had collapsed into the basement. They had formed a chain, moving rubble out and people when they could move. Most of the injuries were minor, some concussions and broken bones at worse.

He moved slowly and carefully, Virgil by his side as they shifted a long beam. Two teenagers were trapped underneath, only their legs showing, and these were more than minor injuries. The smell was clear on the air.

Virgil was twisting to move it to one side when Scott's cry tore his heart apart at the same time John came online.

'Err…guys, one of the schools visiting is Whartons.'

'NO! No, no, no, no, NO! Alan! Alan, you're not meant to be there! Alan? ALAN!'