A/N: I am not a fan of the puppet version of the thunderbirds even though my dad is. I went to see the Thunderbirds movie with my Dad though (against my will) and ended up falling in love with the movie universe. As a result I'm taking a stab at this story. Any feedback is welcomed.

Disclaimer: The thunderbirds don't belong to me. I'm just borrowing them.

He could feel the heat from the flames around him. Hear her calls for help. Hear the wood popping from the fire. His chest felt tight from the heat and the smoke but he couldn't leave. He had to get to her.

He threw another board off to the side, getting closer to his goal. He was almost there. He could see her through the haze. He could see the boards that she was trapped under

"Somebody help me," she called out panic in her voice.

"Hang on. I'm coming," he called out to her.

He redoubled his efforts. He had to get to her. He just had to. He heard the groaning above him but he didn't look up. He just kept forging on.

The next thing he knew the floor above him was falling down around him. He lost his footing and feel to the ground, putting his hands over his head. The rain of debris seemed to last forever.

Finally, the commotion ceased. All he heard around him were the sounds of the fire. He didn't even hear her cries for help anymore.

He quickly pushed himself off of the ground, debris clattering to the ground around him. Staggering to his feet he tried to get his bearings. He looked in the direction that she had been.

All he saw was a pile of rubble. Then he saw the lone, lifeless hand sticking out from underneath the rubble.

He staggered the rest of the distance and fell to his knees again. He reached out and to the hand. It was as lifeless as it looked.

"No," he yelled to no one in particular. He was too late. He had failed her. Failed everyone.

In a cold sweat, John Tracy sat up in his bed aboard Thunderbird 5. His eyes darted around taking in the familiar surroundings, willing his heart to stop beating so fast. This was the second night that the same nightmare had woken him up.

After a few moments, John threw his blanket back and got out of bed. He walked over to a nearby portal and hit a switch to open the shutter. The shutter opened revealing the twinkling stars of deep space. The stars had a calming effect on the second eldest Tracy brother. He spent a lot of time up in space, and felt at home among the stars.

He tried to put the nightmare out of his head. The trouble was it was more than just a simple nightmare. He had lived this particular nightmare. Ten years ago, those were the events that had completely change his life. Changed his family's life.

Despite what his father had told him at the time, John knew it was his fault. He hadn't been fast enough. John hadn't been able to save his mother from their burning house. He had failed her. Failed his father and his brothers.

That was the main reason he had taken the position in Thunderbird 5. Up here he could be a part of International Rescue without putting anyone in danger.

After awhile, John turned away from the view port and headed to the control room of Thunderbird 5. He knew going back to sleep at this point would be pointless. The images were still there in the back of his mind, haunting him.

John sat down in the chair in front of the main console and glanced over the information. To most observers, everything would have appeared to be a jumble of information but John's experience eye quickly took everything in and his quick mind deciphered it. There were no impending dangers. The two storms in the Atlantic were still away from any inhabited land although Hurricane Bill was now a category four.

As he started to look away his eyes fell on the date. September 14th. One more day until it would be eleven years since the events that had woken them had happened. No wonder he was having the dreams again. He always did around this time of year.

Tomorrow would be a solemn day for the Tracy family. John knew his father and brothers would probably find there way to her grave but each by themselves. As a rule, the Tracy's didn't talk about her or her death very often. John had tried to bring it up a couple of times in the year following the fire but his father had put an end to the conversation quickly. John figured it was painful for his father too.

But John wanted to talk about. Talk about what happened. Talk about his memories of her. Talk about his fears and his guilt of not being able to save her.

Alan asked questions about their mother from time to time. It was normal for the fifteen year old boy to do so. He had only been four when their mother had died and didn't have any memories of his own. Alan often found his questions put off by his dad and his brothers on the subject.

John had always been willing to answer his youngest brother's questions although he tried to avoid details about the day the accident happened. He wasn't sure he should put Alan through that. Alan didn't remember the fire at all and maybe that was for the best.

However, even Alan hadn't asked questions around him in the past few years. Not since Scott had walked in on their conversation one time and put a stop to it. Scott had taken Alan aside and talked to him. John assumed Scott had told Alan not to ask questions about the painful events that everyone in his family wanted to avoid. Seemingly wanted to protect him from.

John looked out at the stars again. They were blurry this time from the tears in his eyes. He let the tears roll down his cheeks without wiping them away. What was the point? He was alone up here and the release of tears helped ease the pain he felt within.