Thunderbird family

prologue

(A/n: this'll jump around with the ages)
Alan stood by a crib, looking at the tiny baby girl inside. He couldn't help smiling, this was his younger sister. He was the youngest of the boys, and he now knew how it felt to be a big brother. He reached to touch her. She stared back, just watching her family. Virgil gently picked her up and held her to his chest. He was about 18, and had just graduated collage. Alan tugged at Virgil's grey hoddie, "Could I hold her?" he asked softly. Their parents looked at each other, but agreed. Alan sat in a chair. Virgil carefully put the baby in his arms. "What's her name?" he asked. "Cyra." Their dad responded. Alan looked down at her again to find her asleep in his arms. Scott took Cyra, put her in her bed, smiling. He could tell that Cyra and Alan were going to be close.
Cyra turned her scissors this way and that trying to get the shape just right. The blue scraps of construction paper fell to the floor. Taping the shapes together, she used a marker to color the attachment points. Then she used white paint to put the letters IR on the makeshift hat. Soon she heard a knock at the door. Getting up and opening it, she saw Alan, the youngest of her older brothers, standing there holding a cardboard box. Alan knelt down to give his sister the box. "Scott was going to toss it anyway. I saw it and thought of you, since you're always crafting something." She thanked Alan and took the box smiling. Cutting the flaps to look like the wings of thunderbird two.
When she was done she put a smaller version of her international rescue hat on snowy. She put her bunny beside her and got in the box with her own hat and a big smile. "6,5,4,3,2,1, Thunderbirds are go!" she exclaimed. She loved to pretend she was on rescues all over the world. "Trapped climbers in sight." She said. "Snowy, take the controls, '' she sighed, getting up and moving to the back of the box. She made the motion that she was clipping something to her belt. She jumped out of the box, and made the rescue. 
After a while she heard the faint sound of engines. They're back! She thought, taking off her hat and Snowy's, grabbing her boots, strapping her rabbit to her back, she ran outside just in time to see thunderbird two. She looked up, running alongside the shadow. Virgil called her, making the bracelet on her left wrist buzz.
When she picked wp she saw his face and Scott's. "Race you back to the hanger?" he asked. Smiling, she told them "You're on." She ran past Tin-Tin's dad. "Hello Mr kyroano!" He waved at her. She raced them back to the hanger, she ended up losing. But she didn't care. She ran up to her brothers, trying to tackle-hug them. Unsuccessful, she was picked up and spun around, making her laugh. Then Scott and Virgil pulled her into a tight hug. When one Tracy went missing from Tracy Island it was Cyra, the youngest of all six Tracy kids. Unfortunately that was the past, the girl now was in a care home. She was just a regular girl. Or so she thought. Hearing someone say help, instinct kicked in. She wore her auburn hair in two pigtails. Her eyes were blue, freckles dotted her nose, her skin was tanned like she had spent a lot of time outside. Her purple shirt matched the hairbands holding her pigtails. Her overalls were blue denim. Her green slip on sneakers were a blur. A boy about five years older than her was in a sinkhole. He had blonde hair blue eyes and a blue uniform with a red sash. He looked at her like he'd seen a ghost. She reached for his hand and when they touched her eyes widened, "Alan" she whispered. He nodded and ran off. Later she got a knock on her door. Opening it up to show the five people she thought she was not going to see again. "I missed you" she said burying her face in Scott's neck. The oldest Tracy boy smiled and stood up still holding his little sister in his arms.