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As inspired by @thebirdfantasy and @coco9728 .. the sequel to the TB1 edit.. TB2!

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tracy daughters doodles :3

Chapter 1 - One Hope

SUMM: Scott's crashed in an unknown country with unknown intensions.

WARNINGS: Mild gore descriptions.

A/N: This is the type of fic that I am unsure if it will ever be continued but here's to hope that more chapters will be uploaded if its hyped enough. Carezteah is a made up country 😌. Enjoy!

Whats she supposed to do as a submarine? Anyways lil context: TB-01 is rated for space, sea and in-atmosphere operations.. but uh.. the sea ain't her thing. Anyways her blueprint which I'm also showing off is below the cut.

They got caught or maybe it what happend in chain of command *shrugs*

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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‘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.