#scoutsfics

A/N: Alternate ending to The Long Reach. Idea credits to the one and only @thecoolestcodex for giving this prompt.. you know I always like to give poor Scott a run for his money. First scene is NOT mine! It’s straight from TAG I just added description.

WARNINGS: Non-canon Main Character death, gore descriptions.. and a lot of crying. Tissues may be needed.

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The soft clunk of the planetoid that broke apart was the only distant sound, maybe apart from the quiet buzz of a light. Otherwise, silent. Scott’s chest tightened as he exchanged a glance with Alan and banged on the airlock.

He wasn’t sure he wanted Alan to see anything. Their father was good at space survival, but for 8 whole years? And the calypso picked up that distress signal a long while ago… 

His hands hauled open the door. His precursory glance made him relieved to find nothing that Alan shouldn’t see- but also a little tighter that now who knows where their father was. A sealed room stood before them, use of everything upon the ship like emergency rations, water, and that sketch of Tracy island.

That must have taken Dad ages, he wasn’t the best at drawing but that was something else. 

‘He’s not here,’ Scott could tell Alan swallowed all of his disappointment back in his tone.

The entire floor tilted as a large thud echoed through the ship. ‘This place is coming apart!’ Scott eyed the exit as soon as possible.

‘But what about Dad!’ Alan pierced him with those little brother eyes. His expression scrunched up in worry, ‘he can’t just be.. gone?! I mean the lights are still on there’s air to breathe!’

‘He must’ve known the planetoid was breaking apart! And moved to safer ground, we’ll keep looking. We’ll find him,’ Scott put large gloves on his youngest brother’s shoulders. The touch eased that crumpled expression and Scott couldn’t help the edge of his mouth curl up in a smile.

‘And we’re not going home till we do,’ Alan pressed.

‘Agreed,’ Scott nodded as he took a dash for the exit. The rocks were to fall outside of the Zero-X. Adrenaline- usually a constant addition to Scott’s body- pounded through every fibre of his being. Debris from the planetoid swirled around with no apparent path, the gravity swings made them even more unpredictable.

‘I’ll take one more look around. You get back to Thunderbird 3 and move it to safety. I’ll be right behind you!’ Scott yelled as he watched his brother effortlessly glide onto his Astro board and head towards the outside of the planetoid.

Anxiety pulsed at Scott’s fingertips as he took another glance around, unable to see anything in the dust that the broken rock had created.

Just as he was about to leave, the rock tumbled from underneath him. His fingers burned as he tried to grab hold of the rock face, to keep himself from his fall but to no avail. Flailed attempts to start up his jetpack, hand scrambled to grip.

It hit him, from behind. His breath stolen and his jetpack crunched under the pressure as the rocks wedged him in the middle. His helmet lashed backwards into the rock behind; and the world went black.

-✈️-

iR blues had just disappeared as the rock face fell away. Jeff’s heart went just the slightest bit faster as he grabbed his pick and stuck it into the rock, slowly he wedged his way down, unable to see where his son with the unmistakeable ‘1’ on the side of his helmet had landed. 

As he moved down, he could see where the rock face had ended up, halfway inside another part of the planetoid, held together from sheer force. The only sign of his son was a small smidge of blue trapped between two of the rocks. 

Jeff’s heart dropped.

He sprung off the rock he clung to, his pick prepared itself to hit the rock where Scott was trapped. He struck it pretty well given his physical condition, and moved his way to the trapped blue between the rocks.

They were wedged good, and upon seeing that helmet tilted an unnatural angle from his son’s body he simply assumed the worst.  Scott was between three rocks, the two which squished him and then that itself was imbedded into another rock. No, no. Scott.

He shoved his arm down the crevasse to out his hand on his sons back. There was slight movement- breathing. It doesn’t ease Jeff’s father worry as his breath started to catch in his throat. ‘Son. Son! Scott! Scott now’s no time to sleep,’ he gently tilted Scott’s helmet back to see the cracked visor.

He refrained from language he probably shouldn’t use. The iR commander in him struggled to take grip in his body, because it was so much different when the person you rescued was family.

Scott had a gash on his head, from either his hit with the rock of a shard of his visor within his head he couldn’t be sure. His shoulder was surely dislocated, off on a weird angle from his body, and Jeff couldn’t see the rest of his son, other than the tiny tear between his suit and his helmet.

He vented air, Jeff knew that much, and it wouldn’t be long before Scott was lost to the planetoid himself. ‘Scott come on!’ He yelled before he gently rested Scott’s head against the rock with a gentle tink of metal against rock and shoved his hand further between the two rocks to push on Scott’s communicator in his sash. ‘Boys? Are you out there? It’s Dad,’ his voice cracked and tears started to work themselves down the Colonel’s cheeks. Not his usual but, oh gosh Scott no, keep breathing!

‘Dad!’ That was Virgil, no doubt to it, strong and vicious voice.

‘Get down here now! We’ve ran into a situation. All of you!’ He commanded and finally pulled from the baldric as tears worked down his face.

‘Scott come on!’ He tried to put on his best commander voice; but it broke. His eldest son’s breaths hiccuped.

‘Bring a med kit!’ He yelled through Scott’s comms again. 

Jeff’s hands clasped over the puncture in Scott’s suit. 

Just, just hold on son. It’ll be okay.

-✈️-

Alan was the first down there. They’d all taken Astro boards which- Virgil was definitely very bad at. Gordon- the fish actually found it pretty natural and well, John was John. 

They went to Scott’s ping which- was weird because it was Jeff who spoke- not their eldest brother. And why made Virgil feel like he’d just been punched in the stomach.

They’d found their father; yet where his hand fell down to was Scott wedged between rocks who gave a low groan.

‘Scott it’s okay. Scotty stay still,’ Jeff said quickly, his eyes darted up to his boys. Oh, gosh. Dads crying. He’s here.

Virgil watched as Alan gasped and held their father around the waist.

‘Oh my boys,’ Jeff croaked, ‘how I love you all. Now Scott’s wedged in tight, his suit is venting air.’

Virgil turned his attention back to Scott.

‘F.A.B,’ was all he could manage as he assessed the situation, ‘we can’t move the rocks we’re unsure if he’s got another tear.’

‘What-?’ Scott slurred as brilliant blue eyes flickered themself open.

‘Stay still son!’ Jeff scolded and reached his other hand to gently cup the side of his helmet.

‘Dad?’ Scott slurred as he took another gasping breath.

‘I’m putting a medscan on you stay still Scott,’ Virgil ordered as he clipped it to his sash.

He only got a groan in response.

Alan, who’d finished his hug with Jeff peered over the edge. ‘What does it say?’ He stared at Virgil’s paled expression.

‘He’s Uhm.. multiple internal injuries.. including a brain bleed. Pulse is weak, O2 levels dropping, he needs to be to earth now!’ Virgil barely was able to spit out. 

‘We can bring Thunderbird 4 down again? I’ll put him in a dry tube that supplies him oxygen so the suit won’t matter!’ Gordon suggested.

‘Gordo,’ Virgil swallowed back bile from worry, ‘he won’t make the trip home.’

‘What?’ All 3 brothers and his Dad stared at Virgil, he managed to swallow the lump in his throat yet again, his eyes burnt with unfallen tears.

‘With that brain injury he’s only lasting 10 minutes.’

‘We could try get there in time!’ Alan yelled.

‘Al, he’ll..’ Virgil couldn’t stop tears now, ‘he’ll die with the sheer speed we go. Even moving him from here could kill him.’ 

That sent his brothers into a frenzy of panic.

‘It’s Scott! Scott can survive speeds!’

‘What if we found something that wouldn’t make him feel as if he’s sustaining the G’s?’

‘Ask Brains!’

Their high pitched conversation was only interrupted by Scott’s cough. Blood traced itself down his chin from his mouth, his eyes shook slightly but they managed to focus on every single one of his younger brothers- and lastly his Dad.

‘We found you,’ he slurred but it was audible enough. 

‘You did son, you did. Hold on for us okay? We’re gonna find a way to help you,’ Jeff clasped his hand tighter against Scott’s helmet.

 Scott’s mouth tilted up slightly to smile, ‘love you,’ his words were back to front but Virgil understood. And the way he gazed at everyone.

‘No Scott you can’t!’ Alan- the smallest Tracy- wedged himself between the rocks so he could get closer to Scott.

Scott’s eyes trained on his youngest brother and you could tell the jumble in his brain got too hard to bear, cause he just stared at Alan like he didn’t even recognise him. 

‘Scott please!’ Alan yelled and grabbed his shoulder which received a wince.

‘Al?’ Scott mumbled as he slowly looked over Alan, ‘you’ve grown.’ 

Alan winced at how much confusion was in his big brother’s voice, ‘I know I Uhm.. I graduated Scott,’ Alan was going to keep the news till later but.. he couldn’t bear his big brother unaware.

Scott’s eyes seemed to try to focus on Alan again. A smile worked his way onto his face, a moment of clarity in those blue eyes, ‘I’m so proud of you,’ he whispered.

And he meant it.

-✈️-

Gordon couldn’t feel time as they stayed there with Scott. He now bounded in and out of consciousness. All ideas they had to save their eldest brother fell flat to the floor. They didn’t have enough medical equipment. Oh they should have taken so much more! How were they so unprepared for this trip? 

Scott’s breaths became less frequent, more hiccuped, you could see his entire diaphragm spasm when he tried to gasp for air.

‘He doesn’t have much oxygen left,’ Jeff whispered as his hand still cupped his son’s head. Alan had his hand, though limp and probably had no feeling to it either his dislodged shoulder. Virgil still fiddled with the holographic medscan readings as if he stared at them long enough the answer would appear. John held his eldest brother’s uniform closed with Jeff.

And Gordon could barely even watch as Scott’s eyes latched to all of them. He was in the stage he’d seen before, the clarity before death. Even with a beat up brain he just… he seemed to be present.

‘And you call me smother hen,’ Scott whispered as his eyes moved to Virgil.

‘Scott please save ur breath.. well, let’s try Gordon’s idea.’

Scott looked over all of them again, ‘you’ve all done so well.’

‘And I’m so proud of you son,’ Jeff choked as he watched his son’s blue eyes.

Scott’s focus changed a little, ‘I just…’ his words faded off to oblivion as his pupils dilated and his expression grew cold.

A yelp of pure terror faded from Alan’s lips.

‘SCOTT!’ Alan yelled as he shook his eldest brother, ‘SCOTT!’

Virgil sniffed and closed his eyes, ‘let’s.. let’s get him out of here.’

Gordon could barely look as they chipped at the rock face and slowly pulled their big brother from his restraints, those blue eyes never to gaze at his brothers again.

-✈️-

The trip and re-dock with the Zero-XL was simply silence. No one spoke, there was hugs and tears, but no words slipped from anyone’s mouth. As they entered the main part of the ship, no one even paid attention to the fact The Hood was pinned to the wall by MAX. 

Virgil laid Scott on the med bay and took his helmet off. He closed his eyes and mouth, before he set the helmet aside. He glanced over Scott. Gordon had piloted Thunderbird 1 back to the mother ship and no one said a word when the aquanaut bawled and took longer to get his big brother’s ship in. Cause everyone understood. Everyone got it.

‘Let’s go home,’ Jeff was the one to break the silence as he gathered the Hood up with a tangle of reinforced wire, ‘after I stow some baggage.’

‘F.A.B,’ came the small voice of Alan.

-✈️-

‘This is Zero-XL calling Tracy island,’ Alan said, no emotion present.

‘How’d it go?’ Kayo asked, a little too much hope in her voice.

‘We’ve got Dad,’ Alan whispered.

‘That’s great! You, you all don’t seem happy,’ Kayo couldn’t help but feel something was terribly wrong.

‘We uh, we have some news,’ Jeff shakily swallowed.

Kayo blinked as the Zero-XL touched down again onto the island, and the doors finally opened. 

Grandma Tracy absolutely looked overjoyed when Jeff walked down with the help of Gordon.

But everyone’s face fell when Virgil came carrying Scott’s body in his arms.

Grandma Tracy ran over.

‘What happened to him?! Quick in the med bay now!’ She barely even looked at how blue Scott’s skin was- once his favourite colour now ate at Virgil’s heart inside to out.

‘Grandma,’ Virgil teared up.

‘He didn’t make it,’ Jeff helped his son, ‘he got wedged between two very forceful rocks when they tried to save me.’

‘He’s dead.’

Virgil shivered.

I'm back. Be afraid. This is totally not a distraction from a certain blackbirds Virgil fic I'm whipping up... Just a lil bit of Scooter and Virg in a dangerous situation and both nearly dying, you know, average Tuesday. Oh and a Scott screenshot because I feel like showing my 160+ TAG images with the world. WARNINGS: Blood & Gore. -✈️-

Rain pelted upon them, their bodies soaked to the core. IR uniform stained a darker blue from the water it had collected. Helmets dripped water like a leaked pipe, mud painted boots and gloves a murky brown-blue.

A hand trembled, it placed itself on the helmet laid in the mud. If it weren’t for the tough outer shell, the steel rod that imbedded into the backside would have completely impaled the person inside. 

Dark, distant eyes made themselves fixate to the blue ones of the man above him. That steady voice, though it did waver. His voice never wavered. Scott never trembled. Why did his hands tremble?

Virgil’s gaze moved to the way Scott shielded him from the rain that pelted down. It mixed the mud and blood into his IR blues to make a red-brown. Scott’s mouth moved, but Virgil couldn’t make out the words that he’d say. His older brother had him, and that soothed any nerves that bubbled about why he couldn’t hear him.

Why the world tilted and spun.

Why he felt like each breath was to climb a mountain.

The world blurred and greyed, Virgil could only make out Scott’s figure which held him to his chest and heaved him upright. He felt his back leave the cold mud before his mind went silent.

-✈️-

‘You’re loosing him Thunderbird 1!’ John’s hands gripped the arm rests of the space elevator. He wasn’t in person, but to see the medscan of Virgil caused panic in his heart. 

The situation had been fairly normal, to rescue people from a building which collapsed. 

Though, the building had collapsed earlier than John could warn. 

The force had thrown both Scott and Virgil to the ground, and debris from the crash had pinned John’s two eldest brothers in the mud.

Scott wasn’t well either, he’d turned off his vital readings to John, never a good sign.

But Virgil.

Oh, Virgil.

Johns heart twisted when he finally got down to earth and faced into the living room in where Gordon and Alan sat on the edge of their seats. And all they could do was wait for Scott’s next call in.

And watch their older brother’s heart rate drop. 

-✈️-

Scott hauled Virgil in his arms. Blue gloves entwined with Virgil’s as he moved as quick as his body let him towards Thunderbird 1. He could get Two later, One would get Virgil to hospital in time. Would keep Virgil alive. 

Scott stumbled forwards under the added weight of Virgil to his front. Usually this wouldn’t bother him, he could hold someone off a cliff if he had to. But he struggled.

Thunderbird 1 felt like eons away, even if he ran his full pace towards his grey bird. The world rung a whine as determined blue eyes locked themselves onto One.

So close.

The earth rumbled beneath him and brought Scott to his knees. The half-stood ruins he had collapsed beside made a godawful groan.

No not Virgil! Scott threw his body ontop of Virgil’s and protected his entire body, essentially planked on-top of his younger brother. 

The structure groaned again.

Scott braced himself for impact and to get it to stay clear of Virgil. 

The rocks tumbled.

Scott’s shaky hand frantically worked on an attempt to get a grapple out of his baldric. His hands refused to actually find the grapple pack with his double vision.

The rocks slammed into his back. Scott could have become Thunderbird 2 in that moment, as he kept the rocks off his younger brother. His breath got shorter.

No Virgil! Not now! Scott’s teeth clenched as he tried to push the rocks up more. He launched the grapple through the crevasses and slowly hauled Virgil through the tight spaces. Once Scott moved the rocks tumbled to the ground.

After a groan and the last of his energy, Scott had pushed the debris away and picked Virgil up again.

This time his run to One slowed to a walk, or so rather limp. A cough forced itself out of Scott’s chest to try and manage to breathe again. Virgil stay with me! He finally put Virgil into the medbay in the body of One.

Though the readings that blinked at him from the hologram made the world spin and the floor give out.

-✈️-

Emotion within the room felt pent up. Grandma Tracy desperately tried to get into Scott’s vitals or comms but there was only static.

There had been another earthquake. Their oldest brothers could be buried 6 feet under at this point. 

‘I could take Shadow?’ Kayo asked but John’s jaw clenched. 

‘You’re going in alone, to an active quake zone you’ll be too vulnerable,’ John reasoned, though Kayo suspected it was more; I need to get to my brothers.

‘You could take Shadow?’ She precariously offered. She didn’t want John to take up the offer but she assumed he’d feel much better on the scene himself. For a man of communications only he was quite levelheaded a scene if given one.

But would he be with his two older brothers unresponsive?

Gordon snapped out of his stare at Virgil’s vitals, ‘we could take some pods that were taken out for maintenance?’ He suggested as his eyes drew back up to the screen, Thunderbird 1 changed her position drastically. The only man who would pilot her to her limit, Scott.

-✈️-

The holographic display of what was in-front of him seemed to just be a white blur, it all blended together, the blue sides, the grey outer hull.

Scott was so grateful that she was his bird, he could pilot One in his sleep, the fine adjustments to keep her straight, the tolerance to the G’s that she worked under permanently just happened naturally, the slight shake of his hands didn’t seem to hold the supersonic rocket from making her way to the hospital that could take Virgil in an instant.

The only problem was the landing.

Unlike how One operated in the air, each landing changed, even at the island there was slightly different conditions every time. The way she was positioned, the wind that day, the angle in which he came in. This hospital was no exception. His eyes blinked furiously to try and find the comms button. Where was it? He fumbled to press it. Static followed. 

Comms are down. 

Scott couldn’t comprehend why, and didn’t have enough mental power to figure out why either. So he slowly managed to touch her down precariously upon a large patch of grass right opposite.

Hands gripped the red seat and forced his body weight to be taken by his legs. They wobbled, but managed to keep him upright. He grabbed the hover stretcher and hauled Virgil down to the ground. The world tilted sideways as feet made contact with the ground. 

A Thunderbird must be a big deal, because suddenly Scott had around 5 medical professionals that fused over Virgil and took him quickly from Scott’s hands.

Fear ripped Scott’s heart out of his chest as he struggled to go after his younger brother. No he’s scared. He needs an older brother!

Not my best work I'm afraid.. but hey it's there. Zayne belongs to the awesome @kings-out-of-pocket-hell -✈️-

Fingers raked themselves through greyed hair, a couple of desperate streaks of blonde still desperately tried to hold against the toll of age. A mechanical chorus of whirs, beeps and clicks hovered around the cockpit like a weighted blanket. Adjustments to the position of the ship were made by the silver-grey controls, hands expertly guided the ship as if human and mechanics became one, breathed the same breath in a spectacular display of merely an extension of the pilot's body, navigating the orange ship through the void.

'Incoming space debris port side,' the co-pilot who had previously been to the back of the cockpit within a holographic readings cocoon pushed himself beside the greying pilot. A frown deepened the lines on his face, tugged at his eyebrows as they drew themselves inwards, eyes narrowed, 'keep her steady.'

'Doubting me, little bro?' A grin from the pilot as he tilted the orange rocket effortlessly, as if space flight was a simple dance he lived and breathed, the space debris flickered past and the rocket travelling tremendous speeds didn't falter.

'Oh you know,' there was a chuckle and a yawn, before the co-pilot settled into the grey seat beside his older brother, 'it's odd to get debris out here, unless a ship has crashed.'

Both the deep-space astronauts took a glance at each-other, 'Iris scan the area for distress signals,' the pilot asked as he flicked her autopilot on and jumped from his seat to get more appropriate attire on if he were to exit his rocket.

'Theres one, weak, from the ship identified as the URSA,' Iris' mechanical voice lulled over the hum of her mechanics, 'he's calling for IR but his signals can't get out to Thunderbird 5, damaged comms.'

'So how can you contact him?' the co-pilot asked, taken flight controls and headed towards the distress signal.

'I have capabilities,' Iris sounded like she was grinning- if she could in her ship form.

'Patch us through if you can,' the pilot finally settled back into his chair, his orange flight suit glowed gently under the dull cockpit lights.

'F.A.B, patching through,' Iris' voice faded as a crackled comm spluttered to life, only audio, the hologram showed as unreadable.

'Hello? Anyone there? Please, out of cont-- spin-- can't-- Inter--al Res--e?' The pilot sounded young, well, to the two men with their greyed hair- with an exception of the younger brother given he still dyed his a deep brown.

'This is The Bird 06, I've received your SOS, we're inbound your location,' the pilot said quickly.

'Neil, his ship is about to explode,' Iris quietly mentioned.

'Always like myself a little challenge, Orion take helm, I'll grab him,' Neil grabbed himself a rope and chuckled, 'you know what I could do with? Alan's damn astroboards.'

'Argh, lifesavers they'd be,' Orion nodded.

'Welp, old fashioned way for now,' Neil chuckled, 'Alright Iris, let me at em.'

Bay doors swung wide open for Neil and he watched the ship roll, 'keep her steady Ry and get me as close as possible,' Neil steadied himself as he figured out the precise time to drop.

'F.A.B big bro, and no back seat piloting!'

'It's my ship!' Neil exclaimed.

'Shut up and save the damn kid would you?' Orion shot back a glare as his older space brother disappeared from TB-06's hatch doors, with a grunt of feat and pain that rolled through his shoulders - curse old age and old injuries - Neil managed to get to the airlock of URSA. He unattached his line from 06 not to get wound up in his own spider web of rope, and checked his grapple gun sat sturdily on his hip. Perks of being an ex-IR operative and still having an engineer who used to work on rescue ships and gear.

Neil shouldered the door in, expected the pain to be a later him issue as he held onto the side as the tilt of the craft gave a weird tilt. He scanned the bay for the rescuee, yet fell empty handed, 'I'm going deeper in, no sign of our friend.'

'F.A.B,' Orion fell into his old operative tone, calm, collected and a weird void of chaos in which usually hung over the two Tracy boys like a bad smell. Despite their age, they never found a break in the chaos and fun- though it drove their older brothers up the wall in worry for them.

'Bingo,' Neil breathed as he crouched beside the pilot, purple and grey-black flight suit pinned by debris, he lifted it off and winced at the cracked visor of the man's helmet.

'Neil- CO2 levels are critical in there, you are on no life support,' 06 oh so helpfully informed him as if the readings on his suit didn't tell him such.

'Got it, hey kid, put this spare helmet on yours is compromised,' Neil offered the man a space helmet and eyes widened slightly, the pilot squinted before he coughed as he switched helmets, a relieved sigh was the best thing to Neil's ears.

'Alan?' The pilot squinted and coughed.

'Not Alan sorry,' Neil smiled, 'close, but lets get you safe before I explain all of that.' The older Tracy hauled the pilot over his shoulder before he pushed off and burst through the door to URSA, his grapple pack effortlessly loaded with his free hand and connected to his ships hull as he pulled them both towards the safe interior of Iris who sat patiently for her precious cargo.

Slowly, the line retracted and Neil managed to take a glance back just before the URSA went up in flames. A second later would have had them bathed in a fiery furnace, swallowed by the oxygen on board alone. Neil took a second glance to the man held up by his arms and pulled them back into 06's cargo bay. Doors shut and Neil dragged the rescuee along. 'Still with me kid?'

The man gave a couple blinks, 'yeah.' The man sounded brief, like he dilberately chose the words that exited his mouth in a guarded deliberate manner.

'Probably should explain who we are huh?' Neil grinned as he clipped his grapple pack back into his black utility belt that sat around his spacesuit at all given times.

The man gave a brief hum of agreement, cautious eyes scanned both men, 'you coulda just kidnapped me.'

'From the burning ship?'

The pilot of URSA gave a shrug.

'Neil Tracy, over there is Orion Tracy,' Neil extended his gloved hand for the pilot to shake, eyes met his own and the pilot relaxed.

'Zayne Anderson,' he took Neil's hand.

'Like.. Mark Anderson jr?' Orion swivelled around in his chair which earned a glare from Neil which could be translated to something as watch where you're flying, asshole.

'Uh yup,' Zayne gave a nod and Neil took his place in his respected pilots seat.

'Man thats cool! Jeff knew Sr. I was a test pilot for Anderson Tech as a bit of a side job, Neil helped run some numbers and I think Rigel used to work on the shuttle program ages back.'

Zayne held his hand up as if to pause, 'hold on sorry bit slow here, how many of you are there?'

'8,' Neil replied before there was a wince, '7.'

'I'm sorry I've probably heard about all of you but.. Dad knew many many people,' Zayne threw a shrug. The slight glimmer in his eye made the fathers hearts of both the older men crack a little.

'Don't stress it kid, Lee Taylor still doesn't know my name,' Neil smiled.

'He only knows Jeff off by heart, the rest, wouldn't have a clue,' Orion cast a fond smile, 'where can we drop you?'

'Uh, Thunderbird 5 will do,' Zayne bowed his head in thanks.

Chapter 1 ⸝⸝ The Broadcast

SUMMARY: A bioweapon has released containment, the GDF scramble to shut down the world. International Rescue included.

A/N: Blackbirds is here and live! Enjoy the first chapter which takes direct inspiration from the episode Chain of Command. For reference, this is exactly where in the show this fic begins.. things just take.. a very very different turn..