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"What was that?" Dominic asked sharply, his eyes wide and his gaze instinctively checking over Elise.

What's going on?" Brandon shouted. "The capsule's stopped moving." Brandon radioed Virgil, notifying him of the problem.

In Thunderbird Two's cockpit, Virgil's hands flew over the monitors, and he swore as he heard from Brandon about the fouled winch. "Sorry, guys but I can't do anything about it! I don't dare put Two on autopilot; the winds are just too fierce!"

Dominic glanced at Brandon and shook his head. "Oh, wonderful," he said. "I'm not worried about Elise right now, but what about Doctor Tracy? We'll need to get Mr. Tracy up pronto."

"I got an idea, Dom. If I can reach Thunderbird Two, I can unfoul the winch line."

"How are you goin' ta get up there? Those winds are mighty fierce." However, the determined expression on Brandon's face strengthened him. "Right then, if I give you a boost up, you'll be able t' climb out."

"That's the idea," Brandon replied, standing under the hatch. "I'll climb the cable." Dom made a stirrup out of his hands. Letting out a grunt, and with some effort, he hoisted his teammate up through the hatch.

Oh my God, he's heavy! Dominic groaned internally as he helped Brandon up. The capsule began to jerk and groan even more as Brandon exited, and the wind howled louder than before, and the cold invaded the small space.

Brandon gripped the cable and started climbing the cable with a slow hand-over-hand movement. I've got to make it, I WILL make it. There was a moment of panic as one hand slipped on the cold, ice-laden cable. Man, that was close, Brandon thought as the wind howled around him, turning his cheeks and nose a bright red. He persevered until the welcome sight of Thunderbird Two's open hatch came into sight.

With a little effort, Brandon pulled himself through the open hatch. He took no time to rest. Going over to the winch, Brandon started to examine it, trying to get it to work.

Down in the capsule, Dominic glanced upwards and hoped Brandon had made it. The bouncing about had ceased, and he prayed it was because the other man was safely aboard.

Brandon looked at the cable and almost immediately found the problem. "Dom," Brandon said into his radio, "how are things going down there?"

Dominic patted Elise's shoulder through the thermal blanket lightly. "It's all right, but we need to get our patient up ASAP."

"I know, Dom. I'll get you up as soon as I can. The cable got twisted. I'm going to have to lower the capsule then raise it again to get the kinks out."

"Okay. We're ready," Dom said. He braced himself for the movement.

The capsule moved slowly downward, stopping halfway between its previous position and the ground. There it paused while Brandon began to rethread the cable. Then it moved up again as quickly and smoothly as conditions would allow. At last, Dom and Elise were safe aboard Thunderbird Two. Brandon reached over and began to unfasten the antigravity stretcher from the capsule.

Yes! Brandon shouted in silent triumph as he helped Dom carry Elise to the sickbed. Dominic flipped down the biobed, pleased to see that it initialized itself. He indicated that Brandon should help transfer the patient to it. Together, they gently moved a sleepy Elise over, and then Dom folded up the stretcher and put it away. He pulled out a folded up backboard. "Dr. Tracy said she needed this. Can ya take it down to her?"

Brandon nodded, heading back to the capsule, backboard in hand. He stopped, activating his hands-free communicator. "Virgil, first victim's out and being treated in Thunderbird Seven."

"Thanks, Brandon. Who came up?" Virgil asked, hoping against hope that it was his father and that Jeff was now out of danger.

Brandon knew why Virgil was asking and hated to dash his hopes. "Elise came up first. We're still working to get Mr. Tracy out."

Down in the fuselage of the helijet, Gordon was preparing the winches while Dianne pulled out her equipment, muttering under her breath as she did so.

"Cervical collar, inflatable splints, compression bandages, EKG defibrillator, warmed O2, thermo-blankets.... oh, God. Please help me."

Tears threatened to well up as she saw her patient as her husband again and she tried hard not to break down.

Suddenly, she heard Scott's voice in her ear. "Mom, you can't break down now. If you do, we all do, and then what happens to Dad? You've got to stay strong, for him, for all of us. Now, take a deep breath. Brandon's on his way down. Stay with us, Mom. Don't give in. And don't give up."

Dianne bit her lower lip, took a deep breath, and swallowed. She wiped away a tear that had escaped, then took another deep breath.

"Thanks, Scott. Ah'll be okay. You'd better have Alan check on the status of the local hospitals. The way this storm is blowin' we may have to go a piece to get your father to a good one."

"FAB, Doc. I'm on it," Scott said, happy to do what he could.

Soon enough, Brandon arrived on the scene with the anti-grav stretcher and the backboard, and unfolded each, readying them for the patient.

Dianne affixed the cervical collar around Jeff's neck, the one place she could reach without having to move the debris. Then she laid the backboard at her feet and readied the compression bandage. She looked at Gordon, and at Brandon, who were ready to begin moving the seats and the door from Jeff's prone, still form. She nodded, and Gordon powered up the winches.

Slowly and carefully, the debris was cleared away. Gordon and Brandon kept their eyes peeled for any debris that looked like it would collapse. Dianne kept watch over her husband throughout the agonizingly slow process.

As soon as there was room enough for her to fit under there, she removed the blankets as quickly as she could, and opened Jeff's shirt. With a practiced hand, she placed the leads for her EKG/defibrillator on the proper places near his heart. Then she flattened her hands as much as she could and pushed the compression bandage under him, pulling it out from the other side and wrapping it around his chest. She covered him back up, and then crawled under to address the broken bones. Cutting open his sleeve, she wrapped his forearm with an inflatable splint and blew it up to the proper pressure. She cut his pants leg off and did the same to that but she left on his boot, just wrapping the splint around it for more stability.

"Gordon, Ah need your help with th' backboard."

"No problem, Mom."

Gordon brought the backboard over, and, assisted by Brandon, they very gently transferred Jeff onto it, being careful not to aggravate his condition further.

"Okay, guys. Let's strap him down an' Ah'll set up the warmed O2. We'll do the IV when we get him into Thunderbird Seven. Gently goes it, though. He's in too precarious a position to take any bumps.

After setting up the warmed O2 mask, they transported him to Thunderbird Two. Dominic came to help settle Jeff on the surgical bed at the back of Thunderbird Seven, giving Dianne a hand with starting the IV of warmed fluids.

"How's Elise?" she asked, not looking up while she worked on Jeff.

"Stable and warming up," was Dominic's succinct reply.

"Please keep an eye on her. Ah'll ride back here with Jeff."

Dominic went over to the doctor's station, where the readings from Elise's biobed could be monitored. He heard Dianne begin discussions with Virgil and Scott about where to take their patient. They settled on New York, where the blizzard's power had yet to be felt. But as he looked back, all he could focus on was the heart-wrenchingly sad and worried look on Dianne's face and the way she gently stroked Jeff's hair back as she softly talked to him.

Post by MagicMaster8, Tikatu and ArtisticRainey on 01/07/2004

Jeff heartbeat Dianne plain My IR:TNP OTP!

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