In the overview of season three, they mention a very personal rescue. Let's see where this goes. Please leave a review and I will try to make my writing better.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Thunderbirds.

"Um... Scott, we have a situation," John whispers as his hologram appears in the centre of the lounge room, who's two occupants instantly snap up from where they are. Virgil ceases playing the piano and Scott looks up from his seat behind his father's desk. Scott drops the piece of paperwork onto the desk pressing a button that would summon the rest of the Tracy Island occupants.

"What is it, John?" He says standing up

"Th...ha..shi...help!..." John yells through the burst of static, he sounded panicked.

"John we're coming up! Hold on!" Virgil yells as Gordon and Alan run in the door.

"All of you suit up John's in trouble!" Scott ordered "Alan Launch as soon as we load up,"

"FAB," the collective panicked, but calm voices charm in unison. Alan sits on his chair next to Virgil and goes down the passage to TB3. Scott runs to the elevator that will take him down into the silos.

Turning on his wrist com he calls brains

"Brains load up the pod for Thunderbird Three, this is a code red," He sprints to the closet where they hang the spare suits and pulls off his shirt and jeans. He steps into the suit and zips it up the whole way. He puts his boots on, grabs his helmet and clips his utility belt into place. Gordon appears next to him and does the same.

"Scott ready to launch," Alan's voice calls over the wrist com.

"On our way,"

Gordon and Scott run over to the small lift that will take them up to the passenger entrance in TB3. The door is already open when they arrive.

The vibration of the engine reverberates through the massive machine as it leaves the atmosphere. As tense as the feeling in the air was, nothing felt right.

Scott couldn't put his finger on it,

"Approaching target," Alan calmly announces, dread filling his voice. "Nothing is coming up on the scanners. Thunderbird five? Are you reading me? Thunderbird Five please respond,"

All four of them look out to where their brother should be.

NOTHING. as if it didn't exist in the first place.