Ok, so here's the sequel to "Goodbye", thanks to the brilliant idea given by shadowwolf919 :)
Also, some of the parts in "Goodbye" might not match up with what's going on here, so if it really bothers anyone, let me know and I'll try to change it. And please review, they help me get the inspiration to write more. Thanks everyone :)
A young man groaned, rolling onto his side. As he began to wake up, he realized he was in a room he did not recognize. Though he was extremely sore, he got out of the small bed and looked around. The room was brightly lit by a small window above the bed, and seemed to have no other light source but a blue lamp on the nightstand. The room was fairly plain, the bed and nightstand on one side, a bookshelf and drawer on the other.
Stumbling towards the door, he suddenly heard voices not too far away.
"What should we do with him? We have no idea where he came from!" a woman's voice said.
A man's sigh was heard. "Well he must be from somewhere near Toccoa, 'cause he must've come from the dam break," the man said. "We should report him to the authorities so they can find his family."
The woman also sighed. "Alright. We can probably take care of him until then, can't we, George?"
"Sure," he said lovingly. "You have such a big heart, Mary. Sometimes I wonder if it's too big." They both chuckled.
Sighing, the teenager decided to venture out of the doorway. Outside the door was a small hallway. Another bedroom was to the right at the end of the hallway, and a kitchen on the left. From the smell of food, the boy guessed the couple were in the kitchen. As he stepped in, the couple looked up at him in surprise. They were both elderly, with white hair and glasses. The woman was petite, with curly hair and a bright blue dress. She had a kindly face and caring smile. The man was slightly plump, with a peppered moustache and an equally gentle air.
"Well hello, dear," the woman said cheerily. "We weren't expecting you to be up for quite a while!"
The young man remained cautious, for he had no idea who these people were. "Where am I?"
The couple's faces sobered a bit, and they exchanged glances.
"Well," the man started, "While I was working in our fields and trying to fix some of the damage from the dam break, I found you lying unconscious. You must've come from Toccoa, where the dam broke."
The boy paused, looking strangely at the man. "Dam..?"
"Don't you remember what happened?" the woman asked gently.
He shook his head. Again, the couple exchanged glances.
"Do you remember your name?" the man asked by chance.
The boy stood in stunned shock. While he was thinking about his current situation, his mind hadn't passed over his own name.
After a moment, he replied shakily, "No, I don't…"
Silence was the only thing heard around the Tracy household. No one dared to speak, especially Gordon. Since the dam break in Toccoa almost a week ago, he feared that the others blamed him. Though the others often told him that they clearly didn't blame him, he refused to believe it and kept secluded. He would often stare at pictures of Alan for hours, somehow hoping that his little brother would return. Gordon adored Alan, and he knew it was also vice versa. Alan was his only little brother, and being an older brother was a title he truly adored. He savored the feeling that Alan looked up to him and trusted him, and that he had someone he could always turn to. But now he was alone. The youngest of his family. And it was all his fault. It was too much for him to bear.
As Gordon sat on his bed alone as usual, he stared at his favorite picture of Alan. Alan was only 5, and he 6. Though only a year younger, Alan was much smaller than he was, and so was clinging to Gordon's neck as he straddled his back in a piggy-back ride. Gordon's arms supported Alan's legs, but still had to lean over to hold him. Both boys had enormous grins splitting across their faces, and Gordon could nearly hear the laughter coming from the photo.
Suddenly, the door opened and Gordon turned to face Virgil. Virgil was now the second youngest, and the closest friend Gordon had since Alan's death.
"Hey," Virgil said quietly with a saddened smile. Gordon said nothing and turned away. Virgil's smile lowered a bit, but stayed. "Come on, we were called to help remove the damage in Toccoa, and we need your help.."
Gordon cringed at the name of the Georgia town. Just the name made horrible memories resurface.
"Come on, Gordon, Dad and Scott need your help," Virgil urged. "I have to go switch with John for my shift on Thunderbird 5 and John won't be back in a while. You won't have to stay long, promise."
Swallowing hard, Gordon continued to stare at his picture. Finally, he sighed. "Alright, I'll go for a while…"
"Thanks, bro," Virgil said, giving Gordon a quick embrace then turning to leave.
As the young man and George walked along Carnes Creek, they could see the immense damage the large surge of water had done on the land. The boy felt a surge of fear as he thought of how his unconscious body had traveled so far.
"Here," the older man suddenly said. The teen turned and took a small medal that was in the man's hand. "I think this was yours…I found it in your hand when you were unconscious. It must be some sort of honorary medal."
The boy stared at the medal. It looked so familiar to him, though he couldn't place it. On the top, there were wings with the letters "IR" in big bold red letters on them.
Extending it towards the man, he asked, "Do you know what this stands for?"
The man merely shook his head. "No clue. But look what's below that."
Bringing his hand closer, he stood staring at the medal. Beneath the insignia of wings, the name Alan was printed neatly on a gold piece. Suddenly, he remembered images of an older man, though still younger than this man George, calling him by that name. However, he could still not place who that man was.
"Alan…that's my name! Alan…"
Pausing, he tried to bring back the memory of the man, but couldn't.
George walked up to him, and placed a hand on Alan's shoulder. "Come on, I'll bring you to Toccoa and see if you remember anything…Well, that's left standing that is…"
As Gordon continued to pick up piles of debris with Thunderbird 2's extending arms, he let out a sigh. The wreckage he saw continually kept reminding him of Alan's fall. However, he knew he still had to stay and help, so he tried as best he could to push the memories away.
"How's it going over there, Gordon?" he heard Scott through the intercom.
"Fine, I'm almost done with this area," he said distractedly.
Suddenly, a pair of men walking nearby caught his attention. There was a stout old man and a young blonde man walking along, talking. Gordon stopped and stared at the blonde boy.
He looks a lot like…
Wow. That was pretty darn short. But hopefully I can update this soon! But probably I won't be able to until next weekend. Please leave reviews:)
Megz