"Doctor, B.P. is dropping!"

"There's too much blood, if I can't stop this hemorrhaging then we're going to lose her."

"Doctor the operating room is being prepped- per your command. They want to know when you're going to use it."

"Soon, as soon as we get this baby out. Did you call peds in here? I'm going to need an incubator for this baby."

"Incubator has arrived. Peds doctor is on her way."

"Alright, here he comes and it's a baby boy." The air was split with the crying of a child. "Someone let Jeff Tracy know that he has a baby boy. And that we're taking his wife into surgery. Keep him posted, prep the patient for transport to the O.R.."

The sound of rattle and clatter of metal against metal as nurses moved to transfer the patient. The baby's crying subsided as a the pediatric doctor came in and checked over the newest Tracy boy. Blond tufts of hair and blue eyes, he was a healthy boy for having been born a couple weeks early.

Footsteps started, running down the hall with the rushing sound wheels make at a fast speed. In the O.R. the surgical team was ready and as soon as she was transferred onto the surgical bed, they snapped into action. "Scalpel," the surgeon asked, holding out for the medical instrument. The incision was made into the uterine wall and opened up to remove the placenta which had attached to the uterine wall and causing the hemorrhaging. "Holy shit..." there was a silence before action resumed. "Call Peds now! Get an incubator in here and a fetal heart monitor. Didn't anybody know this woman was having twins?"

"We're losing her!"

"I'm not hearing any breathing sounds."

"She's flat-lining!"

"Starting compressions."

"De-fibbing. Clear."

"We're in the clear. She's a fighter this one."

"Time of death 12:10 am."

"Mr. Tracy, your wife had complications in delivery. The placentas attached to her uterine wall ripped in your son's birth. We did everything we could to try to save her, but unfortunately, we couldn't. I am so sorry for your loss."

"Whose baby is this? What kind of labeling is this? Lucille hyphen Jane, what does that even mean? Are we not doing Jane Doe anymore? I mean god this kid is in P.I.C.U. who the hell does she belong to?"

"The interns these days. I said they were a weak pack this year. Stumbling around not know what's happening. And their shift just ended too. We're not going to figure this out until they come in tomorrow."

"We had three possible mothers that died today. One of them was Jeff Tracy's wife. Another had a girl, she's not in the P.I.C.U. and the father is with her now. And we had a homeless woman give birth. It says the kid died, but you know interns, always messing up the charts. Bet this is her."

"Call in the social services then. See if we can find this Lucy Jane a person to pay the bills."

"Alan, stay away from that," John called from the porch of their Kansas home.

"John I think it's dead!"A five-year-old Alan called out to his brother, squatting on the side of their driveway.

"More of a reason to stay away from it," Scott replied, walking out with a box. At ten years old he was acting more as the head of the house than his father. The death of their mother had hit him hard and had started digging into his work. Their grandmother had come in to help, but Scott had taken it upon himself to be the man. Now though, they were all moving to New York to be closer to the offices their dad was constructing. "It could have bugs."

"Gordy find a stick to pick it with," Alan called, ignoring his older brothers just as Gordon's carpool came around from the pool. The red head, water still dripping from his locks, grew a grin right across his face and he grabbed a stick as he came up.

"Alan, Gordon no!" Scott sighed frustrated easily. The little boys laughed hysterically as they started poking the dead creature. "If you don't stop poking it then you have to help Virgil move his paints. He's up there right now color coding everything by gradients." That alone caused the brothers to drop their stick and scramble away from the frog.

John laughed. "You're scared of Virgie," he teased as the troublesome duo walked up the driveway. "Help with the boxes. They're heavy."

"Cry baby cry baby, freaky little cry baby," a boy around seven years taunted. He towered over the small girl on the playground.

The little girl's lip trembled, her blond pigtails falling into the mud she sat in. Her eyes watered over, illuminating the reason why she was often picked on at her school. An orange to blue iris which adults found striking and beautiful but children found freaky and weird.

"Leave her alone," another boy, not much older than her five, came over and pushed the first one. "I'm telling Ms. Robins you pushed her." His dark curly hair and olive skin made him stand out. Southwestern Missouri wasn't known for its diversity.

"Yeah well you love her," the boy taunted. "You're a tattle tale Milo cause you looooove her."

"Nuh-uh. Shut up Ashton," Milo said, turning red-faced. "I don't love her."

"You love her! Milo and Lucy Jane sitting in a tree. K-i-s-s-i-n-g. First comes love, then comes marriage. Then comes a baby in the baby carriage," Ashton teased. By now Lucy Jane had picked herself up, dripping with mud. She still had tears in her eyes, her lip still trembled, but she had a defiant look on her face.

With a lot of force and a small grunt, she pushed Ashton hard. He stumbled backward and tripped over his own feet, falling onto the ground. His own lip started to tremble and he scrambled up and ran away before he started crying. Lucy Jane turned to her friend and they stood quietly in the playground of the children's home they lived in. Both orphan children, they'd grown close after Lucy Jane had been placed there after her second family had decided they didn't want to foster or adopt any more.

"It's okay if you don't want to be my friend anymore," Lucy Jane muttered, kicking the ground sadly.

"I'll always be your friend," Milo mumbled. "Friends till the end right?"

Lucy Jane looked up and nodded with a smile. "Yeah. Friends forever."

"Sprout's all grown up and going to college. Who would have thought you would actually do it?" Gordon teased his younger brother at the graduation ceremony.

"And get into Harvard no less. Man, their standards have gone downhill since I went," John joked, proud that his little brother was going to his alma matter. He was waiting for NASA to get back to him about their space program or else he was going to see his baby brother around Harvard while he worked on a Master's degree.

"Haha you are all very funny," Alan smirked at his siblings. He looked around for his other two siblings and his father. Scott was over with an old professor, dressed up in his Air Force uniform. He was on leave for the weekend before going back. Virgil was with his father, talking to a Tracy Industries employee who also send his son there. The middle brother was on his final year at the Denver School of Advanced Technology for engineering.

"In all seriousness though we're proud of you Sprout," John grinned and ruffled his brother's hair. "You know that right?"

Alan shoved him aside, embarrassed. But he was proud, to have made his brothers proud. They were the people he'd looked up to since he was a child. He'd always wanted to be like them, make them proud. He loved them, more than anything. Alan knew they would always be there for him, just as he would do anything for them. They were his family.

"Aren't you supposed to be graduating or something?" Milo asked, tugging at his friend's braid. Lucy Jane swirled the lollipop in her mouth before pulling it out with a pop. "That's disgusting. Did you really graduate from your fancy school with honors or did you cheat your way to the top?"

"I got it from the lady that swabbed my cheek to be on the bone marrow registry. The guy behind me thought it was cute." Lucy Jane laughed, turning to her friend. Her eyes hadn't changed, if anything they'd intensified with age and under the sunlight. "It was going to cost me something like 90 bucks to get one of those dresses, even after being granted the award. We can get groceries for the week with that. Besides, I had like four seats I would need to fill and there is no one to fill it."

"I'm upset you think I couldn't fill up four seats for you graduation."

"You and your ego maybe. So I sold them for fifty bucks each to the people with so much more family than me," she pulled out two hundred dollars from her coat pocket to show him.

"You could have gotten more for them," Milo told her, taking the money and stuffing it into his jeans. She was always managing to drop bills out of her pockets, and she still refused to carry around a wallet or purse. So he managed the money. At least physically, she did all the checkbook balancing.

"I know, but I was feeling nostalgic. I mean they took me off the streets, out of that horrible public school I went to and gave me the opportunity to achieve something with my life. And for that, I will forever be eternally grateful to the high ivy walls and grand gate." The sarcasm was so evident in her voice that it made Milo crack up.

"Hey I went to that crappy public school," Milo reminded her.

"Yeah and you ended up graduating the same time as me even though you're a year older," Lucy Jane pointed out.

"Hey I repeated the second grade not high school," Milo sighed. "Besides, we should thank your school. They helped you get emancipated and co-signed on our apartment. And now we're both going to Boston College. Me by some magic and you because you earned it."

"Hey, you earned it too. You got that scholarship that paying for like 98% of it."

"Yeah and now I have to figure out how to pay for the other 2%. You though, you got that Presidential Award. Aren't you going to have money left over?"

"If I did my math right. Oh, we can use it to pay your 2%. What's yours is mine."

"Nah, keep it. Save it till we can move off campus next year, or for like emergencies. I'll figure something out, maybe get a job. People are always looking for attractive Greeks right to be models right?"

That last comment caused Lucy Jane to break out into laughter, which caused Milo to push her. "You're a doof," Lucy told him and gave her best friend a hug. "Promise you're not going to dump me from some rich white girl when we're in Boston?" she said, very serious suddenly.

Milo looked down at his friend, his best friend for the best decade. He remembered the first time she'd met her. He was six and she was five, her social worker dropping her off at the home he was living in. She'd stood there, in the hallway, grabbing on tightly to a stuffed rabbit and her eyes shut really tight. He'd asked her why she had her eyes closed, if she was blind. She'd shaken her head, her pigtails hitting him in the face. She'd told him she didn't want people making fun of her eyes, and he spent about five minutes promising he wouldn't until she opened them. And they had been the most interesting thing he had ever seen, and they were just the beginning of what he would find interesting. The next years were filled with one of them getting a foster home while the other stayed in the home or they were both out. Eventually, one would run away and the other would come help. They'd moved in together as soon as they got emancipated.

He knew her, sometimes better than he knew himself. He saw all the potential she had, that sharp mind, and a caring heart. He'd been so proud when she'd tested so high that the private school had come searching for her. And it was only because of her lack of wanting it that she wasn't valedictorian. She never believed she deserved it, that the honor shouldn't be hers. An orphan kid who'd been abandoned by family. Passed around from foster home to foster home, it made a person feel like they were undeserving of happiness. As cliché as it sounded, Lucille Jane was tough on the outside but soft the inside. When she cared, she cared so deep that it would consume and hurt her, frightening her so much that she preferred to shut it all out. All those insecurities she masked, he could see on her face right then. "You know you're my girl right?" he asked. "I would never ever dump you for anything. I mean, I used to get in trouble for pushing Ashton to the ground when he pushed you. You were more of a hassle than it was worth. You're my family. You and me together till the end Luce."

"Till the end," she agreed.

"Come on Alan," Scott called over their communication unit. "What's your ETA on those survivors?"

Alan was on the ground of the chemical facility, evacuating the last of the workers. He was suited up against the radioactivity of the chemical spills, as had his brothers. They'd been taking twenty-five-minute rotations to keep the exposure down. But then things started to go wrong and Virgil had been pulled into doing medic work while Gordon kept Two afloat while Scott used One to keep the building's roof frame to keep from falling into itself and causing a bigger leakage. Alan was pushing thirty-five minutes, above the safe time.

"Hey anyone got a stick to toss down to me?" Alan asked through his unit, causing his brothers to have puzzled looks. "I think it's a dead frog."

Gordon burst out laughing, filling the waves with his hearty laugh.

"I knew someone would like it," Alan said, glad he was able to lighten the move as he strapped another worker onto the cable and tugged so that it would retract back into Two.

"You couldn't have said it at a more random time?" John asked, patching in from space. "Alan you just broke thirty-five minutes. Any longer and you're going to need to get into the closest decontamination center we can get you in."

"And in isolation as you as you get in here," Virgil said jumping in. "I've already got the room set."

"You had time to get a room set and you can't get the second jig running? Full of disappointments," Alan said as the last survivor up. "Last one is going up. Confirm in heat scans that there isn't someone else down here."

"Scans confirm that the only heat signature is coming from you. Get back up there Alan."

"FAB."

"Hurry it up guys, One can't hold up this roof much longer. I'm running out of fuel to keep the thrusters going," Scott said, calculating how much more he had and whether it was enough to get home. Alan was going to make a joke about fuel in Scott's thruster when the roof above him gave a loud, horrifying creak. He looked up through his helmet covering to see the cable snapping from Thunderbird One and the roof falling down.

"ALAN!" The voice of the four older Tracy brothers resonated through the airwaves as they received static in response.

"I'm going down," Gordon told his brothers as he scrambled to put Thunderbird Two into auto control so he could go down to rescue his little brother.

There was a coughing and it caused their hearts to freeze. "I'm alright," Alan said, dry-voiced. "Barely got a scratch. Hooking up to the retriever and going up."

Collectively the brothers let out a sigh of relief. "You sure you're good?" Virgil asked, trying to figure out what kind of medical gear to meet his brother with.

"Yeah. I wasn't crushed. Some rubble hit my lower back, but I'm fine."

Virgil met his brother, wearing his own gear to keep his own exposure low. When his brother stepped onto the platform of the Green Bug, Virgil pulled his brother into a quick hug. "He's good," he let his other brothers know after a quick look over. "Come on, into isolation for you. We'll check your back at the hospital, make sure it's actually good," he pointed to a clear cargo container with a bed.

Alan laughed at what Gordon had said over the communications system, but Virgil wasn't listening. He stared at the gash in the back of his brother's suit, hoping that was recent. The kid had already been there for about forty minutes. The last thing Virgil hoped for was forty minutes of exposure. Who knew what that would do to him.

"Hey, where's the aspirin?" Lucy Jane called into the apartment as she dropped her bag on the ground when she got in.

"In the medicine cabinet. Did you even bother checking?" Milo responded, coming out from the bedroom with a book in hand. He had his reading glasses on, which slid down his nose as he leaned against the wall and watched her.

"I thought we kept some in the kitchen," Lucy muttered, moving through the cabinets looking for the pills she needed. Finally in the last cupboard she opened, there was a bottle of aspirin on the top shelf. The shelf was too high so she reached up for her it and hissed at the reach, lowering herself very quickly.

"What happened?" Milo asked, coming towards her with concern.

"I'm fine," Lucy waved him off, a hand on her lower back. "I might have just pulled it at work today. Will you just hand me the bottle please?"

With a frown, Milo grabbed it and pulled out two pills, handing them to her. "Luce," he said again, wanting to know if something had gone wrong at work. There hadn't been any major accidents in Boston today, that he'd heard off. She usually came home sore from missions like those.

"I'm fine," she assured him. "I probably just hurt it pulling the gurney into the ambulance. You'd think after a couple of years as a paramedic I'd know better."

"Will you let me look at it? Please?" Milo asked, looking down at her. Lucy sighed, but she gave him a small smile as she stepped towards him. She pushed his reading glasses up. She wanted to get on her toes, wrap her arms around his neck and give him a kiss, but she was pretty sure that wasn't in her range of motion at the moment.

"Only because you asked nicely," she told him. "And because I know you have those nice heat pads from the hospital in the bathroom. It's so nice having a boyfriend who's a resident and a former street kid. You get to steal me all the nice things."

Milo laughed, taking his reading glasses off. He placed his arms at her waist, pulling her close to him. "You're just using me then?" He asked her. "The truth slips. You keep me around for your own convenience. And you call a respectable doctor like me a street kid."

Lucy Jane snorted. "Respectable doctor. You told me to skip breakfast yesterday."

"You suggested doing something else that led me to suggest skipping breakfast to make sure we both made it to work on time," Milo reminded her. He leaned down and kissed her softly to ensure that she remembered what he wanted her to. He pulled back, and she let out a disappointing sigh, which made him grin. "Go to bed so I can check out your back. I have an hour before I have to go on call and you'll probably need me to message the muscle."

"Yes doc," Lucy grinned, stepping back and grabbing his glasses to take with her. If he put them back on, he'd get distracted with his book and forget she was waiting for him. "If you hurry I'll quiz you on the procedures for you case study. Are you leaning towards cardiology or anesthesiology this week?" She had a teasing tone in her voice and he glared at her slightly. His inability to chose a specialty was well known in their household.

"Haha. Get to bed before I change my mind." He watched her smile and turn around, walking back to their room. He watched her go, her blond ponytail swishing as she walked away, his heart skipping a beat as he once more realized how they were still together almost 19 years after they'd first met. And as soon as he saved up the money, he hoped it would be until the day he died.

A/N: First chapter of my new Tracy-sis fic! I promise they all won't be as choppy as this one, but there will be alternating viewpoints, per usual. I hope you like it! Thanks for reading and reviewing!