This is the sequel to Secrets of the Deep! I know I've been neglecting my TB stories a little bit but that's because I'm just so busy with work now that I can hardly find the time to write!

Rest assured I will be continuing to update my other stories but in the meanwhile I thought I'd treat you to another Thunderbirds/Stingray crossover.

Hope you enjoy it!

"Ahh, this is the life, isn't it Phones?"

Stretching his limbs out as far as he could, Troy slouched back down in his sun lounger, continuing to soak up the beating rays which were raining heavily down on his body. He lazily grabbed his cola off the table next to his chair, which had recently been topped up by the dutiful Kyrano, and smiled as the ice cubes jangled against the glass.

The captain brought the straw to his lips, making a noise of satisfaction as he savoured the sweet sensation of the drink trickling down his dry throat.

"Sure seems like you needed that, skipper."

Phones peered through his sunglasses at the younger man beside him with a grin. It wasn't often that he and Troy was able to fully relax like this off patrol. Phones was usually on the receiving end of the captain's stress-driven rants during their missions aboard Stingray, so seeing this side of Troy was a really nice change. He tried not to laugh at his friend's futile efforts to remain in his slouched position whilst placing his glass back on the table without dropping it.

Troy was so busy attempting to place his drink on the table in the laziest way possible that he didn't see their host making his way over to where the two guests of the island were sitting next to the pool.

"Ah, boys. There you are." Jeff started as he sat down on an opposing deck chair to them.

"Hi there Mr Tracy." the pair greeted in unison.

"You boys enjoying your vacation?"

Troy nodded his head, "Oh yes thank you, Mr Tracy. It was real nice of you to invite us to stay here. I only wish we could repay you in some way."

"Troy's right, Mr Tracy. We really appreciate what you've done for us. So does Marina!" Phones added, not forgetting about their faithful companion.

Smiling at the more relaxed state the young men were in now than when they'd first arrived on the island, Jeff knew he'd made the right decision in inviting the Stingray crew to have their routine shore leave at his home. He'd been meaning to have another talk with them about what had happened during their undersea adventure with Gordon, and after a healthy discussion, Jeff knew he still had nothing to worry about. Gordon's judgement had been right, and International Rescue had truly gained them three new allies.

"Don't worry about it boys, you deserve a break. Speaking of Marina, where is she? I haven't seen her since lunch." Jeff asked.

"She's with Tin-Tin, father."

Hearing the new voice pitch into to the conversation, the Tracy patriarch looked up to see his youngest son strolling towards them.

Alan nodded his head in greeting and sat on the side of the pool, bare legs dangling into the water.

"Hiya Alan. I wonder what they're up to?"

"I think they're down on the beach. Tin-Tin said that Marina wanted to show her something so they went there together. They've been teaching each other new things about their different cultures."

Troy chuckled. "Sounds just like Marina. She's really keen to discover new things about the world above the sea."

"That's just like her." Phones agreed.

"She seems really lovely." Alan smiled, "I think she and Tin-Tin are getting along swimmingly, if you pardon the pun."

Troy and Phones cringed and Jeff rolled his eyes before taking a sip of his drink. "Where are your brothers?"

"Well, Scott's sulking in his room because he was caught sampling one of the cakes Grandma prepped for tonight, and I think John's with Virgil in the lounge. I don't know where Gordon's gotten to, though."

Before he could reply to his youngest, Jeff's attention was caught by his mother who was waddling towards the pool deck holding four bowls of steaming apple pie on a tray.

Alan stood up and immediately ran over to his grandmother, relieving her of the tray. Jeff was also by her side, guiding her to the soft bench shaded by the parasol.

"I thought you boys needed a sweet treat!" she smiled as her son helped her sit down. "And Jefferson, I can sit down without your help, you know! Just how old you think I am, anyhow?"

Alan snorted at the reprimand and Jeff pulled away, a little red in the face. He cleared his throat and made his way back to his own seat. Alan passed out the bowls to his father, Troy and Phones then kept one for himself.

After a few bites, Phones beamed. "This is delicious, Mrs Tracy!"

"Did you make it yourself?"

"Of course I did! I use my own recipes, don't you know?"

"It's amazing!" Troy agreed. "Certainly filled a hole, anyway. Thank you."

"You're most welcome! Anything for the men who helped my Gordon."

A loud splash was heard and the group turned their heads to where Alan had just been sitting by the pool, seeing that he was no longer there.

A sodden blonde head burst through the surface of the water, followed by an auburn haired one. Gordon laughed loudly at his joke as Alan coughed and spluttered in his wake, grabbing onto the side of the pool.

"Speak of the devil and he shall appear."

"It's not funny, Gordon!" Alan complained, trying to get his breath back from where his brother had winded him whilst tackling him into the water.

"Heck yeah it is! Boy, Alan, you shoulda seen the look on your face! It was priceless!"

"I could have drowned!"

"That's enough, boys." Jeff warned, not wanting them to argue in front of their guests.

"Aw, come on, dad! You've gotta admit that was a good joke."

Jeff suppressed a smile and turned away from his sons. "No."

"Troy? Phones?"

Troy shrugged his shoulders and Phones coughed.

"Grandma?"

The older woman shook her head.

Gordon raised an eyebrow at being dismissed so easily, "Tough crowd, huh?"

"What are you even doing here?" Alan asked. "I thought you were staying out of the water for a while."

"Moi? Stay out of the water? Fat chance of that happening." Gordon beamed, falling onto his back and starting to paddle. "Hey Troy, why don't you get your butt in here?"

"I may do in a bit. I'm enjoying the sun right now. Boy you've got it good here. It's better than being cooped up in a stuffy office back in Marineville!"

"That's only 'cause you speak so much, Captain."

"Ha ha. Very funny. Besides it's the Commander's hot air. Not mine."

"Sure it is."

Gordon and Alan snorted at their exchange.