Spring Break (Thunderbirds Are Go! / Thunderbirds Movie)

Connect the dots, defend the boys (and 'birds)

2065 - With Alan, Tin-Tin, Fermat, and... Alan?

Alan removed his hand from the new kid's mouth, but kept an hand on his arm. After recent events, you couldn't be too sure that this wasn't some kind of trick. He, Tin-Tin, and Fermat kept an eye on the blond, watching him as he bit his lip, obviously trying to figure out how to respond.

"... I, uh. I don't know I'm allowed to tell you that. You may be in the hanger, but that doesn't mean you know about International Rescue and who we are." Alan bit back a snarky response, shaking his head at the blond. He did know about International Rescue, after all, they were his family! And he knew International Rescue well enough to know this kid wasn't apart of the organization.

"I do know about International Rescue, and I know you aren't apart of it. Now spill it, who are you." It didn't even sound like a question, it was more a demand.

"... I'm Alan Tracy. Pilot of Thunderbird Three-"

"Bull. You can't be, because I'm Alan Tracy and the pilot of Thunderbird Three is my dad, Jeff Tracy." He noticed the tiny wince that the other 'Alan' did at the mention of his dad, his eyebrows furrowing. He also caught the tiny whisper of 'I'd be great if Virgil was here right now..' and he narrowed his eyes. What did the middle child of his family have to do with this conversation? The sound of a lift being activated caught his attention, and he was suddenly reminded of why they where down there in the first place. Giving 'Alan' a look that clearly said 'We are not done with this conversation', he let go of the other blond's arm and started talking, telling Fermat and Tin-Tin to take the firefly and cause a distraction, while he got the Thunderizor and got into Thunderbird One's silo.

"But Alan, this equipment is only to be used in an emergency!" Fermat interjected. All three of them--Tin-Tin and the two Alans--gave him a look, and he nodded. "I guess this counts." After that had been settled, the three of them that where given things to do darted off to do as they had been told. Un-noticed to all of them, 'Alan' had slipped off, darting back towards Thunderbird Three's silo from where he came.

They only noticed his absence with 'Three's silo door slammed shut, all heads turning to face the teen in the blue suit and red sash. One hand was on his sash, the IR logo lit up a bright white, the other down by his side, his previously discarded helmet in his hand. A serious look was on his face, looking out of place of the still slightly chubby cheeks of a growing teenager. Tearing his eyes away from the other blond, Alan got back to his task, and once the Thunderizor was up and running he drove it over to TB1's silo and aimed at a spot near the base of the silo, sizing it so that it would be just big enough for them to get through. He cast another glance back at the other three teens in the hanger, watching Tin-Tin and Fermat maneuver the Firefly over to Virgil's lift, with a small complaint from Tin-Tin about Fermat's driving skills. On the other end of the hanger, 'Alan' darted around all of IR's equipment that was lying around, seemingly looking for something.

Turning his attention back to his task, he took a look at the screen in front of him to make sure that everything was lined up properly and ready, before taking a deep breath and hitting the button.

"Time to Thunderize."

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2065 - With the 2060 Alan.

Watching the other 'Alan', and the two teens that where with him dart off, heading towards equipment that he knew, and didn't know, Alan shook his head, slipping away from where he'd been left without anything to do, and darting back towards TB3's silo, reaching for his sash--and the IR logo that acted as a communicator on it--opening up a comms channel for him and Thunderbird Three's occupants.

"Alan to Thunderbird Three. Virgil are you there? Virgil?"

"Thunderbird Three to Alan, I'm still here. Haven't left John's side since you left. What's up?" The familiar deep voice of his older brother had always been a source of comfort when he was scared or lost when he was younger, and it wasn't any different now. Right now, with all of this strange stuff going on, he was glad it was Virgil that was with him, and not Scott or Gordon--not that he didn't like them, but Virgil was the calmest and always found a way to comfort his brothers when they where upset, which was a really good thing in this situation. Just being there was enough for Alan right now. Smiling slightly, he continued on with what he'd planned to call Virgil for in the first place.

"Alright, good. Stay in 'Three with John okay? I don't know what's going on here, but it's more than likely not a good thing, and not at all safe for John. I'm going to lock the silo from the outside and make sure no one can get to Thunderbird Three alright?" He asked, a serious look starting to settle over his face as he reached the silo in question. As Virgil responded, he punched in a code he knew by heart--the code for Thunderbird Three that his dad came up with when International Rescue was started, and that he didn't have the heart to change after he got control of TB3.

"...Alright? I wasn't planning on leaving until Brains or someone else got down here to help me with John. Why do you need to lock Thunderbird Three's silo? What's going on there Alan?"

"I don't know.." Alan hesitated, leaning down to pick up his discarded helmet and biting his lip, before entering the last digit of the code and shutting the door to Thunderbird Three's silo, the ensuing loud clang echoing in the large room. " I honestly don't know. But judging by the way these kids out here are acting, I'm going to guess it's something bad."

"Wait, wait, wait. Kids? What kids? Why are there kids in the hanger?" Virgil cut in, confusion coloring his older brother's voice.

"I don't know! I don't know anything right now. I really don't.... Oh! Speaking of that, Virge I need you to do me a favor. I need you to check up on Thunderbird Three's flight logs and find out for me what happened when you and I blacked out. Like I said, I don't know what's going on, but I don't think this is our Tracy Island..."

"What?"

"I'm serious!" He ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head and trying to figure out a way to word his thoughts that he didn't sound insane. "I mean yeah, it looks like Tracy Island, and while the hanger may be a different layout it's still the hanger but... there's something.. really off about this whole thing and-- ugh!" He lightly hit his head against the sealed doors to his 'bird's silo, frustrated at himself for not being able to word this right. A shout from across the hanger reminded him of what was going on, and he gripped his helmet tighter in his hand before sprinting across the hanger, looking for something he could use to help out. He was a member of International Rescue for cryin' out loud! It was his job to help, even if he wasn't told to.

"Alan, calm down. I may not be as smart as my brother, but I'm still smart. Try explain what you're thinking to me, all of it. I might be able to make some sense out of it." Virgil's calming voice cut in, and Alan shook his head again.

"Right.. okay. Uh, y'know how everything went black suddenly when we were on our way back from Thunderbird Five?" Virgil called back an affirmative, and he continued, "Well, I think that something might have happened on our way back, and we got sucked into.. I don't know, some kind of anomaly or something." Virgil was silent for a moment, and at that moment Alan choose to look up at the descending lift, and who was on it. The first person his eyes landed on could only be described as big, dark, and ugly. And also scary. Really scary. "Uh... hey Virge, we may have to continue this conversation later. I might have just seen what's going on here, and there's a really big possibility that we may have a situation on our hands..."

"F.A.B. Alan, be careful okay? I'll stay here and keep an eye on John and look for those flight logs you asked for. Watch it out there."

"F.A.B."

"By the way, that theory of yours? It might just make some sense.."

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(Another chapter down! I swear I'm going to have to bring Virgil out again next chapter and have him intervene and figure out something to separate the two Alan's because right now they're both Alan and it's confusing me still. But yeah, the Alan's have collided, things have gone down, and TAG Alan is starting to get suspicious about things.

I'm having too much fun with this.)