Hi everyone,

This is my first venture into Thunderbirds territory and I'm not gonna lie I've never seen the tv show so this is based purely off the movie and many a fanfic (for the characterisation of Gordon, Virgil, Scott and John mainly)

I am hoping to make this a multi-chapter and actually update with some semblance of regularity but who knows with me.

As always reviews are love. Any and all feedback (especially with characterisation) is very much appreciated.

~aussie~

rating is for a couple of swear words, but nothing major :]

"Oxygen's out in thirty so we won't feel a thing," Scott snapped, turning to face his father.

"Stop it!" was the firm response.

Gordon gritted his teeth. "Come on Dad, situation's hopeless,"

Jeff looked down at his second youngest. "No it's not, there's still time" he said desperately trying to have faith in his own words. "We've got people on the ground working for us,"

"Alan? He's just a kid!" Gordon shot back at his dad, disbelief plain on his face.

Jeff leveled a hard stare at Gordon. "He's a Tracy,"

Gordon's expression didn't change.

Alan glared at the screen and mashed the buttons on his control. The video rewound.

"Alan? He's just a kid!"

Pause.

Rewind.

Play.

"Alan? He's just a kid!"

Pause.

Rewind.

Play.

"Alan? He's just a kid!"

Stop.

Alan threw the controller on his bed. It was the last week of spring break. Alan's relationship with his brother's had improved. He was allowed to sit in on missions now, even if he rarely actually did anything. But there was still the sense that he was just the annoying little brother. And this vid just proved it.

Sure it was from before everything happened, when his brothers were still stuck on Five but the complete lack of faith Alan was seeing shook him.

He didn't expect it.

He'd always know his brothers thought he was a kid.

But he'd never thought that they didn't trust him.

Didn't believe in him.

How was Alan supposed to be a Thunderbird when his own family didn't trust him?

He knew it was all just a fake.

A pity gesture.

It was Alan's mistake for believing that he was actually a Thunderbird now.

Actually part of the team.

Part of his family.

Obviously not.

Alan glared at the image of Gordon's face, disbelief scrawled across it, on the screen. Him and Gordon had been close when they were younger. Half of Alan wanted to punch the screen, shatter the image reminding him of his mistake. The other half wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. And then run away. Just get away from the people he thought were his family.

"Alan!" Footsteps echoed down the hallway to Alan's room. The youngest Tracy quickly turned off the screen, leaving the player on.

"Alan!" The teen recognised Scott's voice, it made him gritted his teeth in anger. Scott was as bad as Gordon, thought he was so high and mighty. Alan sighed angrily.

"What do you want Scott?" he snapped, not bothering to hide the anger in his voice. The footsteps stopped, Alan's eldest brother was just outside the door.

"Dinner's ready," there was a pause which Alan quickly filled.

"That all?"

"Alan, are you okay?"

Alan could practically see the half-assed concern on Scott's face.

"I'll be down in a minute," he said firmly, avoiding the question.

There was a lengthy moment of silence before Scott replied.

"Okay Sprout," the footsteps quickly faded as Scott moved off. Alan barely stopping himself from kicking something, he ran a hand through his hair. God, how was he gonna get through dinner?

Scott jogged up the stairs and headed to his youngest brother's room.

"Alan!" he called out, hoping the kid would hear him and appear. No such luck. Scott mused as he walked down the corridor. Alan certainly seemed happier lately. He was sitting on mission, not doing too much of course, but experiencing what it was like at least. Alan was spending more time with Scott and his other brother's as well. John was due to return to Five in about a month and Alan had been talking to him a lot. Scott smiled. It was nice to have his brother back.

"Alan!" he called out again, now just a few metres from the kid's door. Out of all the responses Scott had considered what he got certainly wasn't expected.

"What do you want Scott?" Alan's voice was muffled but the anger was still audible. Scott frowned. That was odd.

"Dinner's ready," he responded cautiously, pausing slightly. He was about to continue when Alan cut in again.

"That all?" Scott's frown deepened and his voice grew concerned.

"Alan, are you okay?" he asked, about to walk in.

"I'll be down in a minute," Scott didn't miss how his youngest brother completely ignored his question. Scott thought over what to say, Alan seemed honestly angry. At what thought, Scott had no idea. He sighed quietly.

"Okay Sprout," Scott headed back downstairs still thinking over what possibly could be upsetting Alan. Maybe he'd talk to John. Maybe he'd noticed something that Scott hadn't.

True to his word, Alan headed downstairs and to the kitchen soon after Scott had left. He had a look of pure anger on his face and his expression only darkened as he realised that he was the last to the table, which would just mean Gordon would be more of a dick than normal.

And Alan was already in a shitty mood.

Gordon raised an eyebrow at his only younger brother's angry expression.

"What's up little brother? Got lost?" he said, smiling. Alan sat down between Gordon and John and levelled a glare at Gordon.

"Don't start Gordon, I'm not in the mood for your bullshit," he snapped. Gordon's smile dropped and John smacked Alan over the head.

"Language," he chastised. Alan just gritted his teeth. Wonderful, let's play treat Alan like a ten year old. He thought viciously, he wasn't even sure where or who his anger was directed to at this point.

Scott frowned and glanced and John who met his gaze. Something was definitely up with Alan. The teen in question was stabbing the vegetables on his plate like they personally insulted him and seemingly attempting to glare a hole through the table.

Jeff watched his youngest with worried eyes, Scott and John caught his eyes and he couldn't help a relieved sigh. His eldest two were just as protective of Alan as Jeff himself was. And, as much as it pained the Tracy patriarch to admit it, Alan was more likely to talk to his brothers than his father.

Gordon raised an eyebrow at Alan's outburst and couldn't help the smirk returning to his face.

"Calm down Sprout, just a joke," he said, clapping the blonde on the shoulder. Alan turned his glare to Gordon and slapped his hand away roughly.

"I'm not a kid Gordon," he half-snarled. The copper haired swimmer narrowed his eyes.

"Sorry to say it Alan but you're kinda acting like one," Alan stiffened.

Jeff chose the moment to step in.

"That's enough boys," he said firmly. Alan pushed himself away from the table, without acknowledging his father's words.

"I'm not hungry," he muttered. John frowned.

"You haven't eaten anything all day Alan," he said, worried. Alan gritted his teeth.

"I'm aware of that John, but like I just said I'm not hungry," he snapped, fast losing patience. Alan quickly left the kitchen and headed outside.

Jeff and the four eldest Tracy sons were left at the table. Gordon glanced at John and then Scott, both of whom were staring dumbfounded after Alan. Jeff was frowning at his son's tantrum. He'd thought Alan had finally grown out of that. Virgil was finally the one who spoke.

"What the hell was that?"