Multi universal one shots

Mini thunderbird

Cyra was sitting on the edge of a rock on the beach, when she saw what looked like Gordon, fall off the ramp of thunderbird 4 and into the ocean. Without a second thought she hurriedly grabbed her helmet she wore when she flew in the thunderbirds. Scott worried a lot she agreed to at least wear the helmet. Connecting it to a spare tank, tearing off her hat and jacket, she pulled on the helmet, and dove under. For some strange reason she could operate equipment, with ZERO training or experience. Soon she spotted Gordon, alive but unconscious. She soon saw the problem, a leak.
Topside Alan was looking for cyra, but instead of finding the kid, he found her hat and jacket. Then he remembered the missing tank. Her helmet was also gone... OH NO! She wouldn't, UGH what am I saying of course she would! He thought. Soon he got a call from Scott, asking if he knew where cyra was. Alan told him what he suspected.
Back under the waves, Cyra was just hauling Gordon into thunder bird four. Her mind was racing, making her start to panic. But her panicking was soon shut down by Gordons voice telling her to stay calm. She took a deep breath to calm herself down, knowing that her big brother needed help, she sat him in a seat, pulling the bars down over his shoulders, she took off his helmet. She slid into the driver's seat, something kicking in. There was a feeling that someone's hands were on top of hers guiding her. She headed to the docking place on the island. Where the others were waiting.
She removed the bars from Gordon's shoulders sliding her arms under his shoulders, she hauled him out and called one of her brothers to get his attention. "Virgil!" Hearing her voice, he spun around to see a soaking wet cCyra, pulling an unconscious Gordon towards him. He ran over and took Gordon from Cyra, rushing him to the medical bay. Soon Cyra was pulled into a hug by Alan from behind. Scott gave her a small ear full. "What were you thinking? You could've made things worse, hurt yourself or damaged thunderbird 4!" he then sighed "I'm glad you're safe." He took Cyra in his arms, giving his brave, brilliant, and worried sister a big hug, she deserved it. "Is Gordon going to be okay?" she squeaked out, looking at Scott. He knelt down to look into his sister's eyes. "Thanks to your quick actions, I think he'll be just fine." He assured her. 9-year-old Cyra threw her arms around his neck. "hey how do you know how to work thunderbird 4? I don't remember Gordon ever teaching you, did dad? " She shook her head no, "I felt like someone had their hands over mine, like they were showing me what to do. I-I don't know it was." She stated.
They all think I'm crazy, great just great she thought to herself. She ran out of the room without another word. Alan chased after her, knowing where she was heading he took a short cut. He arrived just before cyra did. When she got here Alan sat her down to talk, after a while, she felt like a weight was lifted off her shoulders. Alan kept his arm around his sister, soon she put her head on his shoulder, smiling Alan put his on top. They just sat here, like that watching the sun turn the sky turn vibrant colors, Purples, oranges, yellows, reds, one fading to the next. Alan looked over at his sister, the sun's setting light casting a golden glow across her face, she had a small smile on her face, her eyes closed, he could tell, she was reminiscing.