Hey Guys,

Long time no see, have been so busy with work that haven't had time to do much writing, but now that my job has ended I have much more time. This idea has been in my head for a while and I know I should be finishing my othe stories, but I wanted to see if you guys enjoyed it.

I have ideas on where my stories are going and will be updating them when these ideas have been changed into words. Okay, enough talking, let's get on with the story...

I own neither Glee or the Thunderbirds, or any of the songs I may use. Also if you've not watched either Thunderbirds or Glee, I recommend you research/watch them to understand the characters, and purely because they are both awesome shows.

Prologue

My name is Rachel Berry-Tracy, and I am the most unpopular girl in school. I am the victim of vicious rumours and pictures; they draw pictures of me in the bathrooms or stick things to my locker, they throw things at me, a particular favourite is a slushy, which is a drink made of ice and corn syrup. I sighed being rich really wasn't all it cracked up to be, you see my dad was an ex astronaut and a billionaire, not that they know that, even I'd only found out two years ago, I am also a Thunderbird, part time at least, since I'm at school most of the year. I've confused you haven't I, well I suppose I'd better tell you that before anything else. It started in the day my daddy died...

Chapter One

Two months before I found out about my biological father, I received three devastating blows;

I held tightly onto my daddy's hand my other dad had the other, tears streamed down both our cheeks, my daddy was dying, he'd been sick for just over a few months, a very aggressive form of lung cancer, not that he smoked, but even if he had smoked, that wouldn't have changed how much I was going to miss him. He closed his eyes gently as if going to sleep and then the heart monitor that had been beeping throughout our visit began to decrease the amount of beeps and then a few minutes later it flat lined, doctors came in and tried to revive him, but there was nothing they could do, he'd gone. I sobbed loudly into my dad's arms and after saying our final goodbyes we left the hospital room and went home this was the first blow.

The next few weeks were some of the worst I'd ever been through, and then there was the second devastating blow my dad became very depressed and began drinking alcohol. I came in from school, a little later than usual and found the house unusually quiet, there was no noise at all and then all of a sudden there was an almighty bang, I ran in the direction of the sound and saw a sight I'd never wish upon anyone to see, my dad had shot himself, blood was everywhere, I was panicking, because he was still alive at this point, I called 911 but by the time they got then it was too late, he did leave me a note which told me to look in the box under his and daddy's bed as that would tell me all I needed to know.

The paramedics arrived and took away his body, the police also arrived and questioned me about what had happened. I was relieved that they didn't seem to assume that I had done it, they gave me the card of a therapist and then left. I scrubbed the room in which I'd found my dad and it was eventually spotless, and then I went into my parents room and found the box under their bed, it said Rachel's things, I opened it and found my birth certificate, I knew that obviously I had a mother, but I'd been told that she was a surrogate, and that one of my dad's were my biological father, but the birth certificate said my father was unknown. I frowned in confusion.

I found contact details for a Miss Shelby Corcoran and sent her an email asking to meet her, she replied within the next few days and we met up in a park not so far from where I lived. She was not the woman I'd envisioned, I'd imagined she was a kind woman with a wish to help a gay couple have a child. What I saw was a thirty five year old woman wearing very expensive designer clothes; it became clear that we'd met in an isolated park because she didn't want to be seen with me. She gave me my original birth certificate and told me to never contact her again, she'd never actually wanted me in the first place, but wanted the money, to keep quiet about who my father was. So in the space of two months, I'd lost three parents, and had no one to call my family.

I got home and read the name of my father, I was stunned beyond belief, Jefferson Tracy, I knew who he was, of course, he was an astronaut and billionaire, and also very successful business man. Would he agree to meet me or would he think I was just after money. I didn't know, so I wrote him a letter, I thought an email would go to the wrong person. I waited for several weeks without reply. And then a week before my glee club was to depart for New York, we'd been invited to attend the National competition to see what it was like, he replied with a letter asking me to meet him in his office at the headquarters in New York. I called the number on the letter and spoke to his assistant and she arranged to meet me at the foot of the building at one o'clock.

Which where I've just arrived at after receiving permission from Mr Schuester I hadn't told him who my father was just that he'd asked to meet me. He'd come with me so that I wouldn't walk the streets of New York by myself, I was after all only fifteen. I saw a lady outside the building who looked like she was waiting for someone; I gently approached so as not to scare her, "Mrs Summers," I said politely. "I'm Rachel Berry, thank you Mr Schuester, I'll be okay now," I said.
"Do you know what time you'll be back," he said.
"I will bring her back later on sir," said Mrs Summers, "I don't know myself how long they will be," he left and then she turned to face me. "Come on," she said somewhat coldly, I guessed she thought I was a gold digger. She led me to an elevator that was further away than the others, "It's the direct route to Mr Tracy's office," she said.
"How long have you been working for him," I said, I wanted to make conversation.
"Ten years," she said in a tone that signalled the end of the conversation, she really didn't like me.

We reached the top floor and there were two offices, one had her name on it the other had C.E.O. Jefferson Tracy on it. "Well this is it," she knocked the door and was asked to enter, "Mr Tracy, the girl is here," I frowned, and prayed that this would go well. "Come on girl, Mr Tracy is a very busy man," said Mrs Summers, I entered the room and saw my father for the first time.