Disclaimer: I don't own the Thunderbirds, International Rescue, or the Tracys.

A/N: When I posted Who You'd be Today, JoTracy123 mentioned something that triggered a few ideas for a second part of that story. Credit for the idea goes to her. Tissue warning issued. Oh, the song that I used for inspiration for John's POV was Take Me Home by Celtic Thunder.

Take Me Home

As rescues go this one was straight forward. Get in, save those who are trapped, put out the fire, and get out. Routine as far as rescues go. That's how it started but once we'd gotten everyone at risk to safety things stopped being so routine.

I hate heat and this rescue was a scorcher in every sense of the word. Scott, Gordon, and I worked in tandem as we'd done numerous times before. We got everyone to out of the danger zone and to the waiting rescue workers. Walking back to Thunderbird Two, I couldn't help but notice that she wasn't very green at the moment. Sighing, I mumbled my thoughts aloud, "Virgil is not going to be happy with the soot or scorch marks on his 'bird."

A drop of sweat dripped into my eye and I wiped my glove across my forehead.

Gordon snickered from next to me. "Nice look, Johnny, just like a raccoon." The little, well, big idiot grinned when I flipped him off. "I'm telling Dad that you're using bad sign language again."

"Whatever, fish-face, I'm hot and dirty," I replied, grinning evilly. You'd have thought he'd have known then that something was about to happen. Now that the rescue was finished, we were able to relax a bit.

Scott snuck up behind our younger brother with a water cooler half-full of ice water. He dumped the contents over Gordon's head. Shaking his head, he managed to get me and Scott a bit wet as well. "Ahh, that was refreshing."

Scott shoved the cooler on his head, muttering something about him being a fish out of water. I don't know how he could ever forget that. Gordon was definitely the water baby of the family and had been from the time Mom first carried him into a pool. A loud crackling sound reverberated through the wooded area causing the hairs on the back of my neck to rise. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a tree shift and my gaze followed the trunk to the topmost branches. What I saw scared the hell out of me and I shoved my brothers as the flaming tree fell towards us.

Screams of pain rose above the crackling of the burning tree yet the cries seemed muffled. That's when I understood that I was the one screaming as the flames ate at my hair and exposed flesh. Pinned beneath the tree, I could do nothing to save myself.

I kept my eyes closed and my breath hitched. Small whimpers of pain pushed past my burnt lips. I couldn't stop shaking even as my brothers worked to free me. I felt them shift me to a backboard but must have blacked out because the next thing I knew, I could vaguely make out the interior of the medical bay on Two.

Fear and pain coursed through my veins. "Take…me home…want…to…go home." I could feel the worry and panic emanating from my brothers. Their fear and panic was almost tangible.

"We're going to take you home, Johnny. Brains will have you fixed up in no time," Scott choked out. He knew as well as I did that it was unlikely that I would make it home. I think I heard Gordon run towards the flight deck. It was sheer luck that Thunderbird One was down for repairs and Scott had flown out here with us. It meant that somebody was here with me as I kept fading in and out.

Gasping for breath, I continued to whimper and beg to go home whilst Scott tried to make me comfortable. I knew that he knew I wasn't going to make it. I knew I wasn't going to make it and that scared the hell out of me. Not fear for myself but fear of leaving my brothers and Dad behind.

It was that fear that gave me the strength to reach out to my big brother one last time. He'd knelt next to me, his shoulders shaking as he tried to keep his tears in check. "Hold on, please, Johnny. Please don't die. We need you…I need you."

Fighting against the pain, I slowly moved my hand up to his shoulder. "Take…care…Scotty…" I struggled to finish what I had to say. "I…love you…guys…look…to…the…stars…I'll be…there…with…Mom…"

Feeling Two land, Scott leaned over John, "We're home, Johnny. You can let go, now."