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5+1 Scott and Alan (Carrying) Part 3

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“Alan!”

Silence.

“Mum!?”

No noise at all.

“Where are you?”

Nothing. Just dreadful white snow everywhere.

Scott never thought his youngest brother would ever be in danger. He was the oldest child, he protected his younger siblings.

That was how it worked, he thought frantically. That’s how it should be.

But Alan, only five years old, was missing along with his mother in the devastating aftermath of the avalanche.

Jeff was frantically looking for Lucille and Alan. John was busy irritating the rescue personnel, trying to tell them exactly how to treat Virgil. Virgil, who had been caught up in the slide downhill but was thankfully found after only two hours, cold and terrified with a broken leg. Scott was on his own. Each and every person along the slope were searching for signs of the fourteen people who’d been caught in the avalanche, but they’d been out here for well over five hours now. The instrument that scanned for life had broken ages ago, the wires inside freezing despite the manufacturing claims. Scott had been trying to ignore it, but the chances they’d find anyone else alive were steadily dwindling.

A distressed cry from behind a snow mound suddenly dragged him out of his thoughts. He sprinted over-

-to see his father hunched over, crying. A stiff, cold form was half-buried in the snow, a smaller form huddled in Jeff’s arms. His knees gave out at the sight, and he dropped beside Jeff. Scott stared at his mother, shock setting in. Her eyes were tight shut, and the life had already faded from her cheeks. Scott knew immediately that she was gone, never to come back to them.

He tore his eyes away to focus on his father. He’d only ever seen his dad cry once when Grandpa Tracy had died. This was the same, yet so much different.

Switching his gaze again to the surrounding snow, Scott blinked back his own tears. He had to be strong. For his dad. For Virgil, john, and Gordon, For his mum, For little Alan, who was still miss-

Scott’s eyes widened as he realised what was in his dad’s arms. Or rather, who. There, huddled into his dad’s chest, clad in the bright blue of his snow jacket, was Alan. His nose and cheeks were red, the skin around it deathly pale, tears and blond hair frozen his face. He didn’t move.

But even as Scott watched, a small puff of warm breath escaped from Alan’s mouth, hanging in the air or a second before dissipating.

He was alive.

Perhaps it was the shock, perhaps he had gone mad, but Scott nearly laughed out loud in relief. The world was cruel enough to take his mother from him, yet kind enough to leave his baby brother. Reaching forwards, Scott gently slid his arms under Alan’s knees and shoulders and lifted the youngest of his family from his unresponsive father, cuddling his brother tight. Alan’s lips were blue. Scott unzipped his own coats and drew then around him, wincing at the stab of frigid air. The little kid would stay warm until the rescue personnel arrived.

With a final glance at his mother and sobbing father, Scott stood and turned away to hide the scene from his youngest brother.

“I got you, Allie,” he whispered, “and I’m not letting go.”

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5+1 Scott and Alan (Carrying) Part 2

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“Pick me up, Scoo’er!”

A three-year old Alan Tracy reached his chubby arms to his oldest brother, interrupting Scott’s plane-watching. With a chuckle, the teenager picked him up, settling the youngest of the family onto his hip before resuming the search for planes and other aircraft in the Kansas sky.

Alan bashed his brother’s Shoulder with a fist repeatedly. “Spin,” he demanded. “Spin.”

Tearing his eyes from the sky once again, Scott looked at Alan, seeing nothing but unabashed determination to get his brother to play with him on his face.

“Alan, you’re lucky that I love you,” Scott said. Placing a hand in the middle of the toddler’s back to keep him steady, Scott abruptly spun on the spot, grinning at the sudden burbling laugh Alan produced.

Stopping and bouncing Alan into the air, Scott had to laugh as well. It was rare moments like these that he loved, even if his brother did interrupt. Most thirteen-year-olds would react very differently if interrupted by a brother a whole ten years younger. But Alan was a happy kid, and Scott knew he would do almost anything for him if he asked. He’d do the same for all his brothers, of course, but the oldest and the youngest shared a bond that Scott was ever grateful for.

A streak of white in the sky caught Scott’s eye. “Allie, look!” he smiled. “There’s Dads plane!”

“Dad!” Alan yelled, reaching up to the sky.

Scott stared at Tracy One as she flew over the trees. “I’m going to fly that jet, one day. Dad said I could at my next birthday.”

“I like space,” Alan said very seriously.

Scott grinned. “Yeah, you do. Hey, did you ask Mum to hang up Pluto in your room yet? The solar system isn’t complete without Pluto!”

Alan’s eyes widened. “Mum!” he yelled. “Plooto! We need Plooto!”

With another wistful glance at Tracy One as she flew out of sight, Scott headed inside, his brother bouncing in his arms.

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5+1 Scott and Alan (Carrying) Part 1

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Scott stared down at the baby swaddled in his mother’s arms. It was so, so small, a tiny fist curled around a red blanket and eyes closed. He looked like nothing special, yet his mother and father loved him so much already, despite only knowing him for a couple of days.

“Scott,” Lucille called gently from the hospital bed. “Come here, honey.”

The eldest Tracy son gently removed little Gordon from his lap, handing him over to Virgil beside him along with the handful of coloured pencils that the toddler was using. He stepped forward, blue eyes never leaving his youngest brother.

Jeff beamed down at Scott and slid to the side so he could sit down. “Remember when you brothers were little, Scooter? They were just like this.”

“I remember.” Scott held out his hands, and suddenly the newest Tracy was in his arms. The red blanket almost swallowed him whole, but it didn’t stop the baby from blinking slowly and opening his eyes, eyes so similar to Scott’s own. The baby let out a yawn and Scott felt his heart swell.

“Hi Alan, my name’s Scott. I’m your big brother.”

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It was about time I wrote something Thunderbirds. I really wanted to make this longer, too, but I wrote this in class and could only get so far!

Please let me know what you guys think! There’s more on AO3, if you like. I’ll be posting it here as well though.

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Write x reader fanfic for Scott Tracy or else.😠

GIFS/PICS AREN'T MINE

I'm truly disappointed there are no x readers of this show, there is so many characters and so much potential 💔

IT'S A GREAT SHOW, please. If you're interested in looking for something new, CONSIDER Thunderbirds are going. The characters are cutie patooties and, overall, just some lovable characters !

Also Scott is hot 🤷‍♀️