Emilyjayden101 Asked me to do a sequel and I would love to if more people would like it but I´ve wrote an other story (not Who are you but another one) and I want to publish that one first, I think. After that I´ll start on the sequel.

Alan's P.O.V.

Slowly I felt the feeling return to my body. Although everything hurt, I was happy to be hear sounds around me and feel someone holding my hand.

Gently I squeezed the hand that held mine. "Alan? Can you hear me?" Whispered a voice I recognized as John. I squeezed again to let him know that I had heard him but talking looked impossible. "Scott, he´s waking up."

The sound of footsteps came closer.

"Alan, open your eyes." Scott sounded commanding and I had no choice then to listen to him.

I knew my eyes were open but it was still dark, after a few seconds I could make out John´s and Scott´s face. Why didn´t they turn on the light? "Dark." I cracked hoping they understand my question.

"I know sprout." A hand stroked my hair out of my face. It took my a few seconds to see it was Scott. "Virgil was in time with the antidote. The doctors told us that light would hurt your eyes so we wait a little bit for we turn the lights on all right? I know your in enough pain right now. Want some water?"

I nodded which gave me a headache. "Don´t you ever do that again Alan, Never." I told myself,.A straw was put against my lips and I took a few sips.

"Did you get him?" John and Scott didn´t need to ask, who I meant.

"We got him Alan. You´ ll never see him again. He admitted he did it, so there won´t be a trail." Scott sounded tired.

"Okay." I mumbled. "When did you catch him?"

"Four days ago." Scott answered still stoking through my hair. "It took you a long time to wake up."

"Get some sleep sprout." Said John when I let a yawn escape. "If everything goes well you can come home with us quickly."

"Okay." And I closed my eyes again even though it almost made no difference. "and don´t call me sprout." I murmured before I fell back into a world where I could see everything and there was no pain.

Scott carried me out of the hospital, I had my arms wrapped around his neck and buried my face in his shirt to hide myself from the press. They found out that I was here and wanted a picture.

I was carried from the car to the plane. Even though I was eleven, according to my brothers I lost that much weight that it was no problem to carry me. And I was happy with it. Although I could see, everything was still pretty blurry. And I felt safe in Scott's arms.

I slept the whole flight back. Pressed safe against Scott's chest.

On the island brought Scott me into the living room where I was laid down on the couch and covered up with a blankets. I looked for the first time a sharp look at my family. They all looked tired but relieved that we all were safe back on our own private island.

I snorted when Gordon let himself dramatically fall on the couch next to me, "Maybe you guy´s should lay down for a few minutes. You look worse than I do."

"That's because you have been holding a beauty sleep for a week while we couldn´t sleep of the fear that you disappeared on us again," yawned Gordon fisting his eyes. "Besides. You´re patched up by the doctors. We´re not. "

I looked down, my arm was itching and I couldn´t scratch There was an army print on my cast. My chest, now hidden under my shirt, was full of tape for my ribs but the rest appeared to be okay. Cuts, bumps and bruises were barely visible.

"Allie, this is bordering me for a while now. What did you actually mean when you asked the doctor to keep the kidnapper away from Scott and John." asked Virgil curious. "Were you afraid that he would hurt them?"

I started laughing. What only made more confusion. "When I was six John broke a nose from a photographer who harassed me." I explained.

"Wait what? John? Our diplomat? Are you sure it wasn´t Scott?" Asked Gordon while everyone turned to John. "You hit your head harder than I thought."

"You can´t know that." He brought out. "You were inside, in the toy store. You can´t know ... "

"Just like I can´t remember, because I was asleep, when Gordon walked from his wheelchair to my room while a power failure or when Dad told me that Scott would be a better father to me. That my first word was "Scott". That John promised me that we would go to space when I was two or how Gordon would protect me against the inner world because Scott would protect me for the outside. Although everyone has promised to protect me, it didn´t really work right?" I stuck my injured arm. "Both Gordon and Scott failed."

I began to laugh harder when I saw that everyone was watching me with open mouths.

"How can you know? You were just a week old." Gordon seemed more than just confused. And not a little bit too.

"Mom." I said simply. I told everything I could still remember from my time while I was in that coma. From the moment I was standing next to my own body until I saw the kidnapper come in my room. I left out that I doubted whether I wanted to come back or not. "Mom showed me the way back. She loves you all so much. She has promised to watch and wait until the time is right. But the time wasn´t right. "

"Thank you." Dad whispered, I wasn´t sure he was talking to me or mom. Everyone sat with tears in their eyes. I crawled on my father's lap and wrapped my arms around him hugging him close. "Alan I'm sorry for my behavior over the past few years. I promise that I´ll behave more like a dad from now on."

"No, my friend." I looked at him intensely. "Dad's, I have enough. Friends you can never have enough."

"I will be both." He promised.

"This means that you´re now no longer allowed to forge signatures." Virgil grinned. " Dad would probably want to put them himself."

"Yes, how did you get it done actually. So we can prevent it from happening again." Asked John. My cheeks burned and I knew that I colored in red.

"Imayhavehackedacomputerortwo ." I muttered fast.

"What did you say." Gordon got a devilish grin. I sighed, it still have to come out sometime.

"Dad often signs contracts by mail. By Tracy industry I could easily come to Dad's signature by hacking the main computer. Then I could through Dad's email address, you have indeed the worst password ever, intercept the letters, signed it and then return them. "

"That is so cool. You must teach me how you did this! Do you imagine where we can use all this for. Look at the possibilities."

"GORDON!" Said four voices at the same time. I could only laugh about it.

"Alan if you had called us we had just signed it anyway." Scott tried to remain calm but I saw his hands shaking.

"Let's see. I had called Gordon to tell about the Olympics and if he wanted me guided but before the end of my sentence was I was told that he was proud of me but school competitions were a breeze for tracy's.

I called Virgil to tell him that I had a performance but he told me to call him back because he hadn´t time for me now.

For my extra classes for gifted children, I called John who ended up telling me that I need to concentrate on my studies because if I wanted to go to college, I couldn´t come up with Cs and Bs.

And I lay I left the hospital after a fight. To be told by Scott that I had to stay out of trouble before he hung up on me.

And then we have Dad which never opened a letter. At least I hoped that otherwise it would mean that you just didn´t care. For almost a year I tried to tell you about competitions that I had, concerts I played, but I stopped trying to contact you because you were busy with the Thunderbirds. And the world needs you, harder than me. I´m therefore stopt trying to get your attention. You had important things to do and I get it. I didn´t care anymore, I thought I didn´t care."

"Alan. I'm sorry." John looked up with tears in his eyes

"That's all you can say?" I struggled out of my father's arms. "That´s all you can say for yourself? You´re sorry." Stay calm Al. Don´t let your emotions get the best of you. "I´m going for a walk, alone."

Scott nodded and I walked off. Back on the beach I made a detour to my room. As well as I could, I climbed with one arm up and let me fall down on my bed.

Now I let my tears flow freely. All the frustration I had held throughout the year was gone and now I felt empty. Everything that had happened the last few weeks was too much for me. I cried until I was empty, picked myself up and let the tub fill up.

Putting garbage bag around my arm so that the cast couldn´t get wet, I went into the warm water. I don´t want to do anything more than to lie. My finger traced my newest scar. My surgery was a success and the monitor was gone. The weird part was that I missed it.

Around four o'clock I made preparations to go downstairs. On the way I passed the music room. Gently I pushed the door open. It was empty.

I still had time for dinner so I crawled behind the piano. Even with one hand in cast I knew I could play.

Slowly I began to play. First a familiar and easy number. Someone came inside. "Virg. You would help looking ... "John stopped and stood frozen in the door opening.

After a few minutes he sat down on the couch. Gradually more people came inside. When I was sure that my hand was working, I started to Virgil's song for Mom. I felt that my mother was with us, guiding my fingers over the right keys and went on with more courage. It was as if her hand was resting on my shoulder. I went on with my own written number.

Once the last note left the room, I broke down and began to cry. Virgil was the first one who was with me and was holding me close. "That song I wrote for Mom. You´ve helped me with it when you were three. You´ve seen that?"

Half awake I nodded. With my arms around Virgil's neck, I was lifted on my feet. "I'll be right back." He said against the rest. "We´ll be back for dinner."

Virgil took me outside to the beach. Where he let me cry. When everything was over. We discussed what had happened.

"You know we want to help you, right sprout?"

"I know and believe me. Sometimes I can really use help. But most of the time, I'm tired of being treated like a child who needs help with everything. I know I'm just a kid, but ... "

"You´ve done more on your own than most of us. We´re still gonna try as much as possible to protect you and give you a normal childhood. "

"Mom explained it to me and it´s all right." I hugged Virgil again. "Thanks for listening."

"Always little brother."

Two months later.

I stood at the gates of Warton with Fermat. Our fathers were checking us in and explaining what happened this summer. My arm was still in a cast, but other than that I was completely healed.

Now I look back at the beginning of my vacation as just a bad memory that my life had given a positive turn. I understood my family and they understand me. More than I could wish for.

Now it was time to say goodbye

"Sprout, you know you can call me anytime. Day and night. What ever is bothering you?" Scott said as he hugged me tightly. "I won´t let go until you say yes."

"Yes, and I can´t breathe." I squeaked and after a little squeeze, he let me go.

"We have agreed with Lady P that she and Parker come and get you for your birthday. Twelve is a special number, and you know why?" I shook my head against John´s shoulder. "That is the age that you can legally go into space." I looked at him surprised. "Dad has arranged for you two weeks off from school. One week you´re coming to me to five. "

"Really?" I exclaimed.

"Really. Take care of yourself sprout." John handed me to Virgil.

"I know you're busy enough getting this semester but we still go on with the Music right?" Virgil said gently as he took John's place.

"Off course." I assured him. Virgil released me I was caught immediately by Gordon. "Is everything ready?" I whispered to him. The last few days we been busy planning a prank against Scott. With my computer techniques and Gordon's ´talents´ we had hacked the video room. Now if Scott wanted to take a look in his room through the surveillance if all was well with his beloved Thunderbird 1, Gordon need to press a button and Thunderbird 1 would explode on the screen. Not in real life. But hopefully good enough that Scott would believe it, a small vibration through the house by Gordon's work, smoke under the door. Small details are important.

"Everything is ready." He assured me.

"You warn me so I can keep an eye on everything huh. And you film it?" I had direct access to all surveillance cameras on the island. Scott had to be on one but to be sure. I didn´t wanted to miss anything.

"If you have your watch on you, I warn you." Proudly I looked at the watch that I had received. The Thunderbirds can call each other with it. Each brother had had one when they joined and now I had my own. Though I was reasonably convinced that it was only for the GPS chip that was in it. Then they could know where I was any time of the day.

"I won´t leave it out of my sight." I Promised him.

"What?" Asked Scott and Gordon and I started laughing.

"Oh no. The terrible two are back." whispered Virgil.

My father was now the only one left, and he hugged me even tighter than Scott. "Are you careful? No more criminal things with computers? "

"Can´t promise anything about computers but I'll be careful." I grinned.

Together with Fermat I walked into the schoolyard. This could be a completely different year than last year.

Who knows.

Maybe I could joke around this year… The terrible two are back!

THE END

Merry Christmas! has everyone got presents? I did! Niek and Pepijn gave me a full bookcase for my new room, Bram is taking me and my bff for a weekend London. Sten gave me stuff I still needed for my room. It was awesome. We ate together and watched Home Alone. My parents couldn´t be there but Niek told me they tried so it´s okay.

Well this story is over. I hate writing the end that´s why I made a long chapter instead of two. Hope you liked it.

thanks for all the reviews and followers. I loved it!

xoxox Flora