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bonsaiiiiiii-fics · 3 years

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FabFiveFeb 2021 - Virgil week (3)

prompts: a question, “I don’t understand”

Part 1 | Part 2

oooooookokokokokkkkk i know a looot of time had passed and probably everyone forgot about this, but with the hiatus and co i couldn’t post earlier, soooo, yeah, there you go. i highly recommend you reread part 1 and 2 again so you get the idea of what i wrote here. that said, enjoy this finale!

tagging: the host of the amazing challenge, @gumnut-logic (high-key sorry i’m so late hope you don’t squish me too much), and whoever showed interest in the last 2 parts, such as @nourelle-tracy @louthestarspeaker @weirdburketeer @janetm74 @lenna-z @cg29 @psychoticalienjackie @godsliltippy @melmac78 @plushiecuddler @dragonoffantasyandreality @brinalm @vegetacide @katblu42 @rachfielden-xo (yes i’m tagging everyone who liked the precedent parts what about it, fighT ME)

Scott sat for the umpteenth time in the umpteenth hospital chair, heartbroken. His mind was full of thoughts and if he even thought he had to express them out loud he would almost certainly scream.

Virgil was just standing there, sleeping like nothing happened, except for his bandaged right shoulder and some superficial bruising from the climb, which he shouldn’t have done, by the way.

His father was very angry with Virgil, but he had hidden it behind a quite thick veil of concern, which hit him too when the surgeon who removed the bullet embedded in his shoulder announced that the patient had also entered into fibrillation. Also, as if getting shot wasn’t enough. Now he was in a forced coma, to allow his body to heal without complications; he did not risk his life, however, so even if life support was taken away there was no high risk.

Jeff had gone down to the cafeteria to get some coffee, Alan along with him, probably to binge eat as usual; Scott had never understood why Alan could eat so much in situations like these, as if his stomach didn’t care that his older brother was in the hospital.

Scott, on the other hand, remained there, by his side, brooding as usual, starving as usual, worrying as usual.

Although their father had finally returned and immediately took over the reins of the International Rescue, it was still difficult for Scott to let himself go altogether, and return to the role of operator within IR. He often thought about it, how could he abandon a role he had become accustomed to and had made his own for 8 years? The commanding role, which had fallen on his head the day after his father disappeared, along with the various responsibilities that followed.

He thought about it, yeah, and he kept thinking about it, and there was always an answer in his mind, even if it wasn’t the right one. I can’t. His brain always told him that, like a mantra. You can’t.

Jeff somehow understood that, from the day he was rescued, the moment Scott girded his hips with his arm to get him back on the road home. Scott also noticed it, because every time Jeff spoke to him, he looked at him. He looked at him with a gentle, but also a bit authoritarian look. Don’t worry anymore, my son, you don’t need to take on responsibilities that aren’t yours anymore. And he told him without the need to open his mouth, so powerful was a look.

Scott at that moment opened his eyes, and in front of him was Virgil, who was asleep. He was asleep, but it was wrong. He couldn’t sleep now.

"Hey Virg." He tried whispering, like it was a crime to talk to a coma patient out loud. He didn’t get an answer.

"You know? I understand why you disobeyed orders. I don’t think it’s my own reason; it’s just that you care about everyone, unconditionally. You’ve always been the most empathetic of us, like...." he took a little breath. "... mom."

A slight sigh. Jeff would be back any minute. "Who knows how Mom is, eh, Virg? I don’t even want to think that you might be with her right now, because if you are, it means that everything is not good for you. And I...I need you. You must have noticed this, as empathetic as you are." He smiled involuntarily.

He heard a faint noise of footsteps coming from the hallway. "Now I must leave you, Virg. If I don’t get a coffee, I might pass out for a few weeks." He hated leaving his brother alone, but he really needed coffee or a good night’s sleep. The couple of times he left his younger brother alone was to go to a short shower. Of course, International Rescue was off-duty, and it would stay like that until Thunderbird 2 was back on line. None of the brothers worked well when one of them wasn’t there. And Jeff understood that. He understood them.

Scott slowly rose from the uncomfortable chair on which he had also spent many nights, putting a hand on his forehead in the process. He took one last look at Virgil, then left the room, John taking over.

The redhead put his left hand on his brother's shoulder, the other arm leaning against the wall, not yet fully accustomed to Earth’s gravity, and Scott smiled feebly back, then went to the cafeteria. Now it was John’s turn to observe his brother.

Virgil glanced at the snow, occasionally touching it with a finger or moving it with the tip of his shoe. They were both back out, and the air, although it was cold from the snow, did not seem to freeze him at all. "Mom...I have a feeling there’s something I desperately need to know."

Lucille looked at him, smiling. Her skin was very white, like snow. "How is that saying? If you don’t remember it, it means it wasn’t important."

"It is! It’s a person..." Virgil placed his hand on his forehead, closing his eyes and trying to remember.

She looked at him, her hands clenched on her chin and her elbows on her thighs. She had always liked to watch her son think. He had this habit of ruffling his eyebrows and bending a corner of his mouth down as he thought. All of them were different when they were thinking. Scott narrowed his eyes and pulled out his deadly dimples, unwittingly bending an angle of the mouth upwards, John always kept a neutral face, while Gordon had the habit of covering his mouth with the fist of his hand. And Alan...she never had time to find it out.

Usually Lucille could not possibly interfere with the natural course of things, but now it was essential for Virgil to return to his family. Get back to life. This would have been just...a shortcut to get to the final path. A path to which Virgil would have to come on his own, and fight for himself.

"Do you miss your father?" By now she had thrown the stone. Now it was up to Virgil to take it, retrieve the last piece of the puzzle to make it complete, and to ensure himself a way out. And of life.

"Yes..." Virgil replied, with a sad but strong voice. "Sometimes I feel like he’s back...I feel like I hear him..." The piece was slowly getting stuck. "I feel..." The last memory fell on him, like an avalanche. An avalanche that he could feel.

Lucille smiled at him, aware of what his son was about to reveal to her.

"He’s alive! He’s back..." Virgil began to stutter, the memory of his father, sitting at his desk, with gray hair and wrinkles marked by the age, but he did not remember the emotion felt in taking him back, in bringing him home from space.

His heart started beating too fast. So fast that even the Virgil who fought on the hospital bed had the heart that galloped too hard for the tastes of the multiparametric monitor, which began to beep hastily, alarming his doctors, who entered the room en masse.

Virgil took a few short breaths, calming down, but this was not enough because, as he had heard, he was in 'critical conditions’ caused by a 'seizure'. Or at least that’s what he heard.

"Virgil," his mother’s voice took him away from his thoughts, a voice as sweet as the face looking at him.

"I have to go back, Mom." He was quick to answer.

She nodded and smiled. "Don’t you want to be here with me anymore?"

He smiled too. "Now not anymore, I understood what I wanted and I solved what I had to solve." He took a short breath, while she nodded. "Thank you, Mom, for taking care of me one last time..." He was ready to say goodbye.

Almost as if she had intercepted his thoughts, she was immediately ready to answer. "Always remember...that I will never leave, child. I will always be here when you want to talk to me." She put her hand on his chest, right where his heart was beating. "I will always listen to you, even if I cannot answer you."

His big hand covered her hand, holding it tightly. "Thank you." He looked at her. "How do I get back?"

Her face immediately became serious, and her hand moved away from her heart. "You must fight...your fear."

"What...?" That’s when he realized he could feel something. Almost afraid, he turned slowly towards the avalanche behind him...that moved quickly towards his direction.

He suddenly felt nauseous, and he quickly turned to his mother, expecting a smiling face and maybe hearing her say that all this was a joke, because she had the habit of always joking, the same habit that Gordon too had. At that moment, however, he did not know what was scarier, whether the avalanche that threatened to overwhelm him at any moment or his mother’s frightened face.

"There is no other way...?" His voice was very weak.

"No, I’m sorry...and you don’t have much time left..."

"So you expect me to run into an avalanche?"

"I expect you to overcome your fear, to save yourself."

Words so simple, but at the same time incredibly powerful, that they had the effect of a slap in the face. He had tried to save his mother, but all this time he had been under the avalanche. Overwhelmed by fear.

He looked seriously at his mother, who understood, kissing him quickly on the cheek, then he got up and took a running start, charging it with all the fear that, he was certain, will never go away completely. Then he ran, ran to fight his monster, screaming with all his voice in his body, his battle cry.

He entered the avalanche.

Then...

All white.

“Thank you, I was really hungry.” Virgil replied, looking happily at the pizza that Gordon had smuggled to him.

“Heh, don’t get caught.” His copilot winked back at him.

“By the doctors?”

“That too, but by Scott! God know we’ll both get a good piece of talk if he finds out!”

“His favorite man needs carbohydrates.”

“‘His favorite man’ my ass!” Scott entered the room, showing his killer dimples and his pearly white smile. “Did you think you’d eat pizza without me?” The eldest took a slice of pizza, handed it to Virgil, then took another one for himself.

“That was the intent.” Gordon replied, earning a smack in the back of his neck from Scott.

“Have a nice meal too, guys.” Virgil responded with a laugh.

He was about to bite into his beloved pizza, when a black and white butterfly came in through the open window, resting on Virgil’s fingers.

Mom…

-END-

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gumnut-logic · 3 years

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And here we are with Week One of FabFiveFeb 2021.

This week the bro is JOHN

The prompts are:

basket

delicate

mountain

“What is that?”

a curiosity

Take this bro and one or more of these prompts and write, art, sculpt, create anything. No pressure, no real time limit, just start here and see where it takes you.

When you are ready, post the result and tag it #fabfivefeb and #fabfivefeb2021

If you are not a Thundernerd, then you don’t have to play with John, just pick your favourite character and grab a prompt or two.

If you are a Thundernerd and John just isn’t the bro for you, do not worry. As long as his name is in there somewhere, you’ve done it. But remember, part of the writing experience is to branch out and try new things…you never know what another brother might do when you try him on for size :D

In any case, the most important thing is to have fun, share the results and the love.

So, have at it!

Nutty

(next bro and prompt list next Sunday)

PS: And yes, you may pause to stop and stare at the gorgeous boys in these piccies, just don’t forget to make something at some point :D

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds fanart #fabfivefeb #fabfivefeb2021

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flyboytracy · 3 years

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Scott Tracy + Cave

#Thunderbirds Are Go #Scott Tracy #fabfivefeb #fabfivefeb2021 #cave #I tried looking up lyrics about caves but they were all so emo lmao

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nourelle-tracy · 3 years

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"EOS, what is that?"

"Gordon sent you this.. He said it is a gift for his favourite 'space carrot' although I didn't understand that term"

"......."

"I WILL DIY THIS HAIR, THAT'S IT."

My writing sucks Ik ::hides under the blanket::

But I do art not writing so..

I mixed several prompts from @gumnut-logic fabfivefeb. This thought came really randomly but gordon will never stop teasing johny for being a 'carrot' head.

Hope you love it😁💛

#fabfivefeb #fabfivefeb2021 #thunderbirds are go #john tracy #gordon tracy

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jbarkerstargazer · 3 years

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FabFiveFeb 2021

I have no idea who this 'dainty' human is but Scott's got her.

#thunderbirds are go #fanart #brush pen art #fabfivefeb2021 #fabfivefeb

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maximumsaladexpert · 3 years

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YAAAAAAAAYYY VIRGE IS FINALLY HERE

Its pretty short but like I hope you like it :)

I don't understand

"I mean, yeah I'm greatful for it but.."

"You didn't expect me to be supportive of you?"

"Well no, but yeah.."

Jeff smiled softly at his second eldest, opening his arms as a silent question for a hug, and being the hugger Virgil was, definitely complied.

"You're my boy, I'm always gonna be supportive of you Virgil," Jeff sighed softly, rubbing his back soothingly as he heard a sniffle.

"I don't know why I'm crying," it was short and made them both laugh, but the hug was never broken.

"You always were the emotional one," Jeff smiled, hugging Virgil tighter.

"Thats true, although sometimes I can be harder to read than John," he chuckled softly.

"If you say so Virgil,"

"I am!" He laughed looking up at his father.

"No, you're really not, you're usually mad when you feel like that," Jeff smiled, Virgil paused for a minute in realisation.

"Oh yeah, hm damn it,"

"Am I interrupting something?" Scott asked peeking his head around the corner, virgil looked over to him and shrugged with a smile, staying pretty well glued to his fathers side.

"You know we will have to move eventually," Jeff chuckled, Virgil grinned and shrugged.

"But not yet."

#fabfivefeb2021 #fabfivefeb #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds are go #virgil tracy #jeff tracy

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bonsaiiiiiii · 3 years

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FabFiveFeb 2021 - Virgil week

prompts: a question, “I don’t understand”

here is my offering for FabFiveFeb 2021, and naturally it’s Virgil week! this chapter is quite short, a sort of...opening, if we want to put it that way (the prompts will appear in the next chapter, don’t worry if you don’t see them right now!). big thanks to @gumnut-logic for the challenge and the prompts, and to @louthestarspeaker for a general review! @nourelle-tracy here’s the whumpyy you requested. if you want some sneak peeks on the next chap pm me!

^to make it short, read this under the cut^

Another day, another rescue.

This time it was a suspended hotel in the mountains on the verge of falling and, as if that wasn't enough, there was also an armed civilian threatening the people inside. For the second thing the GDF would take of it, but the first one was an International Rescue mission.

So there were Virgil, Gordon and Scott at the site of the incident, deciding a way to at least block the hotel and evacuate all the people inside, shooter included. Jeff and John were speaking with them through hologram.

"So this massive building above you is the Heavens' Residence, and it's well known for being suspended between two mountains by a particular structure and for being the biggest in the world. Sending you the blue prints now."

Virgil studied the structure for a bit. It was mostly all corrugate and carbon steel, so resistant, and it caught support by leaning on the two mountains with many large 'claws' leaning into the rocks, like spider legs. The damage was in one of these spider legs: something fell from the top of the mountains, maybe a subsidence considered the damage, and it bent the claw. That's why the whole structure was falling, if just one if those are missing or defective it all falls. A good plan but a bad execution. "The damage is pretty visible and clear," he looked up at the bent claw above him, "we have to try and keep stable that claw, so we can evacuate everyone."

"Not until the shooter is escorted out by the GDF. We just received the signals: one less life sign." Jeff interrupted Virgil's plan sternly.

"We don't have time to wait for the GDF! They don't have time!" Virgil protested.

"I agree with dad. He could even hurt us, and we can't keep risking more lives to fall." Scott agreed with Jeff. "But it's still true that if we don't act now they're all gonna die nevertheless." He got silent for a bit, thinking of a plan through the situation.

"What's the deal with him tho?" Gordon asked curiously. "Does he shoot people randomly or has he got a motive behind this?"

"His name is Santiago Lopez, all I know about him is that he's married with a certain Louise. It seems that what triggered Mr. Lopez was seeing his wife with another man." John answered calmly.

"Scott," Virgil captured his big brother's attention. "let's stabilize that claw for the moment, then we'll think about the guests inside."

"Very well. We'll have to use the pods. Gordon?"

"FAB." the squid kid intercepted the subtle message, heading along with Scott inside Thunderbird 2 and preparing 2 pods. After not long they were already on 2 helipods, flying up to the claw and starting immediately to stabilize it with some stabilizing foam.

Virgil in the meantime kept thinking of a way to get up to the guests. He looked at the elevator crashed on the ground, considering it wasn't the best option. He looked up for a while, to then contact John.

He answered immediately. "What's the problem, Virgil?"

"How long would it take me to climb up to the hotel's entrance or even a window?"

John opened his mouth to protest, noticing where this was going, but he eventually closed back his mouth, doing some mental calculations. "Considering the highness I would say about 20 minutes. You just need to take the exo-suit."

"I'm far beyond you, brother." Virgil laughed while putting said exo-suit on, already into his Thunderbird.

"But Scott and Gordon will be done soon, can't you wait for them?"

"It takes a whole lot of time to climb up there, you said it. And while they're stabilizing I can get inside and try to help whoever has to be helped." he stopped when he heard another gunshot in the distance. "Kinda off topic, but where is the GDF? We would need a hand of help from them."

"5 minutes ago they said they were on their way. But-" the redhead paused for a second, "Dad won't be happy if he discovers you disobeyed his orders."

"He won't know." Virgil replied impatiently. People come before anything, it was a rule.

"You're playing with fire, I tell you that." John said before disappearing. Virgil huffed, and climbed his way through.

It didn't take long for him to get up to the entrance of the hotel and get inside safely. The vision that presented itself in front of him was almost grotesque: the bodies of the two lovers were laying lifeless on the ground, and if he had to explain it to his brothers later he would say that the 2 bodies were reduced to a colander. He could clearly sense the disgusting smell of vomit, even through his helmet; seems like someone has a sensible stomach. Well, the sight was horrible, so it was justified. The woman, Louise, was caucasian but tanned, while the man was maybe Cuban. They were both unrecognizable in the face.

And speaking of others...where were they? He looked quickly around him, and he saw many people hidden behind counters, tables...they were all shaking and trembling, but nobody didn't seem to be caught in the fire of the jealous man. He didn't see anybody hurt and nobody bloody, but there was a little girl who was whimpering and holding her arm. He quickly paced to her.

"Are you okay miss?"

She, on the other hand, widened her eyes in pure horror. "Are you from the police?"

"No...I'm from International Rescue. I'm here to save you."

"You can't do that!" she shouted, but somewhat her sentence came out whispered lightly.

"Hey, it's okay. We're gonna get you to safety." he repeated, this time a bit more quietly.

"He will kill us if he sees you here! He has already killed his wife and..." The girl continued to whisper terrified, looking around frantically.

He tried to ignore that statement for the time being by kneeling slowly. "Are you hurt?"

"No...but he killed my dad." she let a sob slip away. Virgil blinked, understanding the gravity of the situation in a single instant.

"Is your mom with you?"

"Mom died, dad didn’t know the other mom had a husband..." The girl’s sobs were echoing all over the room.

For a moment Virgil’s heart tightened in a painful vice; the child was too young to lose both parents, and apparently also a stepmother she loved. "How old are you?"

"11..." The child replied sad, and then watched him terrified. Or he didn’t look at him...he could see a shadow forming in front of him. A shadow that was not his own.

"Turn slowly." The new voice was very sharp and shaky, a sign of instability, but Virgil did what the other man told him anyway. As he turned completely to look at him he found a gun pointed at his forehead. Small enough, maybe it makes a lot of noise. Virgil made sure to cover the child behind him as much as possible, trying to hide the nervousness that attacked his mind and trying to muffle the sound of the quiet sobs and sobs that he heard echoing throughout the room.

Suddenly his communicator echoed in the room, possibly John trying to get in touch with him for an update on the situation. Maybe Scott or Gordon to warn him that they had finished with the claw.

"Don’t answer." The shrill voice of his assailant echoed again in the room, the gun pressing more and more in his forehead.

"I won’t answer." Virgil replied, holding his hands in the air so that the other could see them.

Mr Lopez was about to replicate something when the deafening noise of various engines grew nearer and louder, until everyone saw a very familiar military aircraft looming a shadow over everyone’s heads.

As if the situation were not disastrous enough, all the guests began to scream and run in all directions, agitated. The assailant distracted his attention from Virgil, holding the gun to his temple but loosening the grip a bit, and Virgil in turn took the opportunity to get out of the firing trajectory and run away to try to calm everyone down.

The situation became even more dramatic when a shot, even very close, echoed in the air, causing everyone to stop dead in their tracks. Virgil also stopped, looking around quickly to see if everyone was okay, if no one had been hit by the shot just launched. No, no one seemed to be hurt. So why were they all screaming worse than before?

The GDF guards, camouflaged in green, entered quickly, who surrounded in a moment the shooter, who protected the customers by positioning in front of them, who took care of possible wounds, fortunately mild. Colonel Casey appeared in all her mastery as always: chest out, chin high, sharp and deep look, hands always behind her back.

"Santiago Lopez, you’re under arrest for the murder of your wife and her lover. Anything you say will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney." The colonel turned to the shooter as another guard carried his hands behind his back, handcuffing him. Lopez resisted the arrest, hurling insults to left and right and calling in unpleasant ways his now deceased wife, eventually giving in and being escorted out by the guards, all this not before turning a deadly look at the Colonel, who in responde turned to turned to look at Virgil, her look visibly softer. "What are you doing here? Didn’t your father say you should stay and wait near your Thunderbird?" She let out her right hand to Virgil, for him to take it, a sort of salutation valid for all the brothers. Although they were worth a lot more to her than that type of salute.

Virgil turned completely to the Colonel, having been turned to the side until then; he extended his hand in turn, only to realize that something was wrong. His hand had remained along his hips. Not even his arm had moved. Virgil ignored the exclamation of surprise -or perhaps of terror? - of his godmother, looking at his right shoulder and immediately understanding the source of the problem.

There was a small hole, made bigger by the blood, going through his shoulder from side to side, even through his exo-suit, and a giant pool of blood forming quickly on the ground.

"I don’t understand..." Virgil began, and then suddenly felt dizzy, symptom of too much blood loss.

"Stay still, try to move as little as possible. How did you not notice?" He found the colonel’s hands around the gunshot wound, pressing to prevent further blood from escaping. Meanwhile his communicator sounded again.

Casey looked at Virgil’s failure to respond, noting that he was beginning to pass out. She came down with him on the cold floor, his head on her lap and her hands pressing on his wound, helped by a shirt found on the ground. She muttered some curses under her breath and then responded to Virgil’s communicator who kept on echoing, looking with her peripheral vision at the guards who were taking the now handcuffed shooter out of the hotel. The hologram of a concerned Scott appeared as a flash.

"Colonel Casey! Don't tell me Virgil is there?" Scott asked somewhere between the concerned and the nervous.

"Well..." she replied, lowering her eyes to her hands smeared with Virgil’s blood.

"Why did he have to disobey Dad’s orders?!" The eldest exclaimed, to then start talking again after a deep breath. "At least let him be okay."

"I’m sorry to say it, but not exactly."

"What the fuck happened to him?" Gordon’s voice overlayed Scott’s undivided voice, a sign that he was also close by. "Scott, we’re done with the claw." Then a serious Gordon appeared in the hologram. "Can we come in Colonel?"

"You have to! Hurry." Virgil was starting to get pale and cold. While waiting for the eldest and the youngest of the family, Casey’s mind was filled with thousands of questions, many with answers.

It was more than normal for Virgil to put the needs of others before his own, and it was not so much for the work he did as for his own character. That’s who he was. Virgil Tracy was the type to disobey orders, not sit around, be impatient. But he was also the type to sacrifice for others, especially his brothers. He knew he was going to get in danger inside that hotel but he still entered anyway. His motto might have been "I would sacrifice for you." But that wasn’t Virgil’s motto. No.

Scott was the first to enter, as usual; Scott was the first in all. Gordon followed him, but he was a bit slower, perhaps out of fear of the scene he would find himself in front of, perhaps out of fear of not being able to do anything for his older brother. They both gasped in seeing his brother in a pool of blood, of his own blood, while the Colonel stubbornly tried to stop the blood with a now-soaked shirt.

Scott, however, said nothing; he only knelt, inspecting first his wrist for the heartbeat. It was weak. "He lost too much..." he murmured to himself. He lightly touched Virgil’s cheek; his eyes opened slowly, black and abysmal. "Hey, Virgil. You in there, little brother?"

Virgil didn’t answer, but he blinked a couple of times. Lifeless. He wasn’t even looking at him.

Another day, another rescue.

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soniabigcheese · 3 years

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Fab Five Feb - Alan

Balloon

Thank you to @gumnut-logic for the prompts. Cutting it fine here and Scott wanted to be the focus so I had to rein him in .. a LOT and give Alan a chance to shine

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It was a balloon... a simple, bright red balloon.

Ingenious. Simple but ingenious.

Carnival day, all the Tracy brothers were there, the oldest were given instructions to make sure nobody went missing.

But, the crowds. The grounds were milling with excited people. Add in overindulgence and hyped up from the sugar in toffee apples, the youngest two managed to slip away and now everyone else was frantic and panicking.

And then ... Scott remembered the red balloon that Alan had asked for earlier in the day. He insisted on the biggest and brightest red one there.

Reluctantly, Scott bought it for him, absolutely certain that the kid would eventually let go of the string and lose it.

But he didn't.

And that's how they were found.

A bright red balloon, bobbing up and down near to the duck pond. And both Alan and Gordon sitting eating their sandwiches. Neither one none the wiser that they'd caused a panic.

#thunderbirds are go #alan tracy #fabfivefeb #fabfivefeb2021 #balloon

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fallenfurther · 3 years

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An old trick

FAB-FIVE-FEB 2021 - Alan

Prompts used: balloon, beach

Finally written this one for @gumnut-logic FabFiveFeb challenge. I had the idea it just took a while to write it down. I’m still pondering over the other ones but I’ll get there eventually, no rush. This is all fluff (on paragraph of minor angst that any parent can relate too) but mainly lots of Alan being a fantastic uncle. Yep, Scott’s cute little boy has wiggled his way into yet another story. Enjoy!

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Sally flicked through the clothes on the rack, scanning for something new for Gordon and Alan. Both children lived primarily in hand-me-down clothes, but after already being worn by three other boys, those clothes were starting to get threadbare and were falling apart. Most people shopped online these days, but Sally had been dragged out to the shops as a child and it had stayed with her. It was also much easier to get the right size in person.

On the other side of the rail, a red balloon bobbed along, bringing a smile to her face. It was an old trick she had use when Jeff was a child, as he had been prone to wander off, which she had used again with all her grandsons. Alan was still too young for school, so she’d had to bring him with her. Their first stop had been the balloon man, where she had let Alan select a helium balloon, which she had tied around his wrist. Sally could always make an accurate guess at which one her grandson would pick. In the absence of any rocket or space themed balloon, the reddest one would be chosen. Today was no exception, a simple red balloon had been favoured by the boy. That balloon allowed Sally to keep an eye on the wandering toddler. The balloon would bob along at her eye level, occasionally slipping out of view as Alan ducked under something, before appearing again a minute later. Sally hadn’t lost a boy in years using this method, though Gordon had given it his best shot a few times. Thankfully, even he would refuse to lose a fish-shaped balloon. The current red balloon floated around the corner of the rail and appeared to her left along with the blond boy attached to it. Alan was muttering to himself as he pottered along, eyes fixed on the shuttlecraft in his hands.

“Red rocket flies fast to the moon, and lands, and Daddy gets out, and he collects moon rocks….”

Sally knelt down so she was at her grandson’s level, the selected shirt in her hands. Those blue eyes left the toy and met hers.

“I don’t think your Dad’s rocket is red, young man.”

“It should be red.”

His innocence radiated out from his sweet little face and brought a smile to hers. Holding up the navy top, she let the boy judge the picture on the front. His mouth dropped at the sight of the cartoon rocket flying towards the moon.

“How about this one, Alan?”

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Alan watched his nephew whiz past on the rollercoaster train. Squeals of glee came from many of the kids and his nephew was one of them. His eyes were large with delight, grin almost reaching his ears as one arm waved enthusiastically at Alan. Alan waved back, a matching smile on his face despite having had both an elbow and bag dig into him in the past five minutes. It wasn’t the fastest coaster on the promenade, but it was the only one that his nephew could go on, and this was his third ride. The boy was so much like Scott. As the ride slowed towards the station, Alan wriggled his way through the mass of parents towards the exit. His nephew ran straight at him with open arms. Alan knelt as best he could in the crowd and gave the boy a hug.

“Again, Alan, again!”

“No more. I said it was the last time.”

The child’s lip puckered slightly, and Alan knew what was coming, though this time he had a plan. Before the situation deteriorated, Alan bargained.

“No more rollercoaster, however I did spot the teacups earlier. How about we go spin around really fast on them?”

“Really fast together?”

“Exactly, we can do it together.”

An enthusiastic nod was his nephew’s response as a small hand slipped into his. Alan gazed at the boy with a proud smile, gripping the hand tightly as he led them into the crowd. It had been Penelope’s idea to come to the beach with the boy and Alan agreed it was a great idea. Grandma and Penelope were enjoying one of Weston-super-Mare’s finest tearooms, while the boys had fun exploring all the old-fashioned attractions. Weston-super-Mare had once been a popular seaside resort and had been restored and embellished to reflect its heyday. It was now considered a fantastic family vacation destination. Alan hadn’t expected it to be this busy though. Rare, good weather had coincided with the school holidays leading to an increased number of visitors.

They continued forward gallantly, people jostling Alan’s shoulder as the rushed past the slower pair. When his nephew was once again knocked into him by another unapologetic patron, Alan knew he had to act. Slipping his hands underneath the boy’s arms, Alan lifted him into the air and onto his shoulder. Fists clenched clumps of Alan’s hair as happy feet banged against his chest.

“I can see lots.”

“Can you see the teacups?”

Alan gripped the boy’s ankles and started weaving at a faster pace. He tried not to bump against others and paid particular attention to the ground, so he didn’t hurt any children.

“No.”

It didn’t surprise Alan, the teacups were around the corner out of sight, but it got his nephew glancing around. Despite him being a little young for a lot of the rides, they were still having a great day. As they turned a bend a small hand waved and pointed in the top of Alan’s vision.

“Alan, horses.”

Following the outstretched arm, Alan could see a horseracing game. With no time limit, and his own curiosity piqued Alan headed over to the stall. An enthusiastic host was commentating on the progress of the nine metal horses as they jolted towards the finish line. Before them, nine people frantically rolled balls up stages towards coloured holes. The person at position five pocketed his ball in a blue ringed hole and horse number five moved forward. It was second in the race and almost at the end. Unfortunately, number three crossed the line to the sound of a ringing bell.

“Yay!”

Clapping came from the bouncing boy on Alan’s shoulders. People started to leave their seats as the horses reset to the start and Alan twisted to look up at his nephew.

“Want to give it a go?”

“Yes.”

Alan grinned as he took a seat at stage four. Number three was still occupied by the previous winner. Carefully, he lifted the child from his shoulder and settled him in his lap, shifting so the boy could reach the balls at the bottom of their run.

“Alright you lovely ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, all you gotta do is roll your balls up the run, so they fall in the coloured hole….”

The attendant came along as he spoke, and Alan tapped his watch to the card reader. Glancing down at his nephew, who had a ball in his hands, he braced his legs against the wood and slipped an arm firmly around the child’s waist. The ball was raised up into Alan’s face, making him twist away.

“See the coloured holes?” Alan pointed up the run, “when the bell rings, we have to get the balls into those holes. That will make our horse move. Our horse is the green one with the four on its side. We have to try get it to the finish line.”

Those blue eyes were locked on his as the child nodded, before wriggling as he reached forward with the ball. Alan picked up a ball with his free hand and held it at the bottom of their stage, ready to roll it at the holes. The bell sounded and they rolled their balls up the green felt. They both missed; Alans going too far and his nephew’s falling short.

“Grab another and try again,” Alan encouraged, holding out the third ball for his nephew. It was taken and rolled, tapping the side of the yellow ring before coming straight back to them. Alan grabbed another ball and rolled it up, pocketing it into a yellow hole. This nephew had another go, but this time Alan rolled another ball just after. When his nephew’s ball started rolling backwards Alan’s banged into it, bouncing it forward again and making it fall down a yellow hole. The boy bounced, clapped and giggled at the same time.

“Keep going. We can do it.”

Alan grinned as he rolled a ball up the stage and it went into a red hole, bring a cheer from his lap. They started to get into the swing of it, his nephew occasionally rolling a ball hard enough for it to teeter on the edge of the yellow rings. They were both having fun when the bell rang to signal a winner. Alan was a little sad it was over. Lifting his head, he could see their horse was in last place, but he’d learnt long ago it wasn’t always about winning. Their horse had moved. Pointing at it, he made sure his nephew knew how well they had done.

“Look how far our horse got!”

There was a gasp before those blue eyes were sparkling up at him with pure joy and longing.

“Again. Again.”

Alan laughed, holding out his watch to the attendant. Half the seats around them changed hands. Grabbing the balls, the pair were ready when the bell sounded. All Alan could hear were the giggles of his nephew as they rolled balls up the felt together. When the bell tolled, their horse was once again last, but it had moved further.

“Again. Again.”

“Last time, buddy. We still need to go find the teacups.”

“Yes!”

The toddler was already focused on the holes, ball in a poised hand. Alan had managed to get the feel of it, as well as getting into a rhythm, so was over the moon when their horse was third from last this time.

“Again.”

Alan shifted backwards, pulling the child away from the stage and prepared to stand.

“No. It’s time for the teacups.”

The pout came, as it always did. Apparently, it made the child resemble a younger version of himself, which explained why strangers often mistook Alan for the boy’s father. Before they could leave the attendant lent over the stage and held out a small cuddly bear to the boy.

“For being a good sport.”

“What do you say?”

His nephew had the bear in his clutches, the pout having been replaced with a smile.

“Thank you.”

A large, dimpled grin was projected at the attendant, who chuckled and waved goodbye as they left. Heading into the ever-bustling crowd was much less fun. Alan was elbowed almost immediately but he could just about see the teacups between the people. As they made their way through a crossroads in the stalls, a bag was thrust into Alan and he instantly let go of his nephew’s hand to push it away.

“Hey, watch it.”

“Sorry mate,” was grumbled back, the owner walking away without a second thought.

Alan glanced down, hoping to grab his nephew’s hand, only for his heart to stop. He twisted left and right, eyes searching for the boy. It had only been a second, yet he was gone. People continued to push past as panic started to build. He couldn’t lose him. Alan called out the boy’s name, moving here and there around the streams of people. There were so many children, so many small faces he had to scan to find the one he wanted. As the seconds ticked by, worry descended over Alan. He called out again, straining his ears against the noise around him.

“Alan!”

It was a quiet cry, but it was all Alan needed. He headed towards it, and sure enough, there was his nephew, tears streaking his cheeks and falling into the fur of the teddy clutched to his chest. Alan grabbed him, pulling the boy into a fierce hug as relief flooded him. Alan fought the tears that threated to fall from his own eyes.

“It’s okay, buddy. I got you.”

Scanning around, he tried to get his bearing and let himself calm down. His eyes caught a glint of sunlight and his gaze settled on its source. A memory came to mind. Carrying his nephew, he headed back into the fray.

******

A lovely girly afternoon tea with Lady Penelope was just what Sally had needed after being on the island for so long. Penelope was always good company, and it made a welcome change from her grandsons. Refreshed and relaxed, the pair headed down to the seafront with Parker in toe, to find the boys. Alan had messaged her their location, thankfully with enough unique details for them to easily find their way. He had become a fine young man.

Sally’s eyes scoured the seafront as they neared the stated location. She smiled when she spotted them, her heart melting at the picture. Alan was sitting on a bench with his nephew in his lap, both eating ice cream as they looked out over the sand. Matching smiles on their faces confirmed they had had a good time too. What surprised her most was the two balloons floating above them, gently tapping each other in the light breeze. The silver rocket attached to her great grandson made perfect sense, what child didn’t love a helium balloon? But the simple red one attached to Alan’s wrist puzzled her slightly. It sent her back in time to the young boy who always chosen red. Maybe he remembered it too.

#fabfivefeb #fabfivefeb2021 #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #alan tracy #scott's son #grandma tracy #young alan #baby tracy #fluff #family fluff #cute little boy #so cute #balloon #beach #seaside

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pengiedi · 3 years

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Climbing and the cave

My first entry for #Fabfivefeb2021

“We are stuck here all because you said you knew what you were doing!” Kayo's voice grew louder with every 'you' until it echoed around the cavern. Her climbing buddy stood silently watching her getting more and more enraged by the second. “And to top it all off you said we didn't need the extra comms kits as you knew all about this place and it was safe!” with an exasperated cry Kayo plonked herself on a low boulder and tried to regain her cool.

Her parter stood back and watched from afar. Man. she was magnificent when she was angry. It made him want to kiss here right there and never stop, not to mention it was a hot day and rock climbing is a sweaty sport, Kayo's outfit was clinging in a few places. Scott took a deep breath and thought it was maybe his turn to talk. He walked down to a small pool at the base of the cave and sprinkled some of the cool water on the back of his neck.

“Kayo, its fine. I know exactly where we are and how to get out of here. Come over here, the water will cool you down before we head out again... Please?” His voice had the desired effect and with a huff Kayo joined him by the water. “You know this cave has been a family secret for years. Dad brought me here once when I was about 16, he told me he brought mom here before they were married, he said that this was where he first told her that he loved her.” Scott finished as the deep golden eyes met his blue orbs.

“Scott...” she half whispered never breaking eye contact with him.

“Kayo. I love you. Not as a brother to a sister, but I. Love. You, mind, body and spirit. You are the first thing I think about in the morning and last thing at night, you drive me crazy and yeah sometimes I disappear off for a run or take a shower at odd times but that's just the only way I know to stop myself from embarrassing myself in front of you.” Scott groaned inwardly trying not to remember some of the bikinis that were in her wardrobe, boy did they leave little to the imagination! “Kayo, I understand if you don't feel the same-”

“Scott, I love you too. Now kiss me before you say another word.” Kayo ground out before pressing her lips to his fighting for entry.

It was dusk before the pair made it back to the ranch, hair and clothing suitably crumpled.

#scott tracy #kayo kyrano #kayo #fabfivefeb #fabfivefeb2021 #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds are go #scayo

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tracybirds · 3 years

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hello hello hello, I loved Fab Five Feb so much last year and I couldn’t resist taking part again this year! This is for John’s week, to go along with the prompt “mountains” <3 Thanks @gumnut-logic for putting this all together :D

Given it took two weeks to write this lil oneshot, it has very much not been proofread but that’s life for the moment :P now let’s see if I can coax Scott out to play :D

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There were colours you couldn’t see in space. Plenty you could, more than enough to break up the inky darkness of the universe.

Blues, of course, with a planet falling away beneath his footsteps, and bursts of red, white and blue that would remind him of summer fireworks if they weren’t so static and silent and familiar. Greens and browns blurred together from four hundred kilometres away.

It was beautiful even without the vibrant colours that accompanied life. Breath-taking even. He could look out across an entire world like a character in the movies of his childhood. He could spend a lifetime wondering about the people below.

But it was true that there were colours you couldn’t see. And John was starting to forget.

***

“Red’s warm and stuff, I don’t know,” said Alan. “Like a really hot fire. You know how the wood gets at the bottom.”

But that wasn’t right, John knew. Red was cold and distant and ancient, a remnant of the early universe. Red was the hazy image of the Pillars of Creation tacked to his childhood wall, the rust filled dirt caught in the cracks of his father’s space suit, the memory of life rushing away from his brother as the blood drained from his face.

Red was unforgiving.

And it had saved him time after time. John knew that he searched for red when he was scared, when he desperately needed his little brother to come for him. He’d see red in the end, or nothing at all.

***

Blue reminded him of Gordon and his irrepressible spark of life. He laughed when John brought it up one day.

“You know me and the sea – we’re full of life!”

That wasn’t quite what he’d meant, blue with its joy and peace and fondness for home. But he wasn’t wrong either – he only had to look down to see the bustling blue planet beneath him, teeming over with the life he saw in his brother.

“But I don’t know, John, blue’s always seemed pretty cold to me. And kinda sad too.”

John didn’t have much to say to that. He knew for Gordon that blue and the ocean occupied two disparate parts of his mind.

For most people, the Planet Earth was the ground they lived on, the solid certainty of brown dirt and green grass beneath their feet. For John, the Earth was the backdrop to his life. Beautifully, wonderfully, and undeniably blue.

Gordon grinned, sweeping his blue hair back with a blue hand, the blue light in his eyes transmitted through the hologram.

Blue was home.

***

“Orange? John, just look in a mirror.”

Scott wasn’t looking at him, rifling through a stack of papers as he spoke, and misses the scowl that settles on John’s face.

“I’m serious, Scott.”

He glances up at the projection that hovers above the solid oak desk.

“What’s this all about anyway? You wanna talk colours, go bug Virgil.”

“Scott, I just…”

He huffs and shakes his head.

“Never mind then.”

He only ever sees orange out of the corner of his eye after all.

***

“Oh, wow.”

Virgil cut himself off, the golden glow settling across his face. The rescue had been as uneventful as a rescue could be, and Scott was already halfway home, leaving Virgil to haul the gear from across the Atlantic all alone. Or rather, not quite alone.

Silence fell across the cockpit.

“John, you should see this.”

“What is it?”

“The sunlight falling across the mountains. It’s beautiful.”

John looked out, beyond the sterile holograms and the space junk that littered his view, catching a glimpse of the day-night terminator below as he soared overhead.

“You’re at the Andes now?”

“Yeah.”

John could hear the light in his brother’s voice, how it transformed his speech into wondrous awe at the sight of a sunset sky. From orbit though, it was a mere smudge across the face of the planet.

“Tell me.”

And he does.

He paints him a picture of soft pink clouds and tangerine skies. The dark grey wash of the mountains on the horizon, glowing a deep blush at their crowns. The bright light reflecting from the lakes below, burning a brilliant white that left John blinking back tears against a glare he couldn’t see until it died into shadow.

There were colours you couldn’t see in space. Sights unique to the planet below. But Virgil had made colours come to life and brought John back to their home to see them for as long as he could remember. And with his brother at his side, he was hard pressed to forget.

#john tracy #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #you know those posts that are all ''create small writing goals to reduce pressure'' yeah writing this was like that #and the daily goal was 50 words #me remembering the 7000 word fic i wrote practically over a weekend: wth pls come back to me #fabfivefeb2021 #sometimes i fic

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gumnut-logic · 3 years

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BONUS ROUND!

You didn’t think I would leave you without a bonus round, did you? I would like to thank all of you wonderful writers for all your contributions to this challenge this year. There have been some wonderful fics created and this fandom is just amazing. I am so grateful for all of you who jumped in and played with the prompts and for those of you who didn’t but read the results and cheered the participants along. You are all wonderful.

There was a lot of thought as to feature in the bonus round, lots of umming and ahhing, but Grandma is a wonderful soul and I couldn’t resist. This is a little extra, and if you’ve had enough, as with everything I’ve posted, nothing is mandatory, so no pressure, just do what is fun.

Bonus Round is Sally (aka Grandma)

The prompts are:

bonkers

determined

future goal

a hidden place

"It was my...”

Take their Grandma and one or more of these prompts and write, art, sculpt, create anything. No pressure, no real time limit, just start here and see where it takes you.

When you are ready, post the result and tag it #fabfivefeb and #fabfivefeb2021

If you are not a Thundernerd, then you don’t have to play with Sally, just pick your favourite character and grab a prompt or two.

If you are a Thundernerd and Sally just isn’t the character for you, do not worry. As long as her presence is in there somewhere, you’ve done it. But remember, part of the writing experience is to branch out and try new things…you never know what another character might do when you try them on for size :D

In any case, the most important thing is to have fun, share the results and the love.

So, have at it!

Nutty

PS: March 12 is Alan’s birthday, so extra bonus kudos for including him in your story with Sally :D

PPS: As a finale, please see all this year’s prompts below, just in case you would like to run with them at any time.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds fanart #fabfivefeb #fabfivefeb2021

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neuroticphysiologist · 3 years

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Part Time Issues

For FabFiveFeb 2021 - Alan

Yay! Finally I went back to writing!

Prompt: "I didn't know that"

Inspired by the song Side Effects by Stray Kids.

More: [John] | [Scott] | [Gordon]

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My head hurts.

I accomplished three missions today. I went back to my room and finally opened my phone.

57 messages. 15 missed calls.

Here we go again.

You know, I'm enjoying my work in International Rescue, but disadvantage is that I'm still in high school. I began homeschooling in eighth grade. Ever since last week, it has become more stressful.

Another sad thing is, I couldn't tell my classmates about my work as an excuse. But now they're mad, thinking that I'm lazy. My teacher told me she explained to them about me, but I think they didn't understand.

Guess I was directed to a wrong group.

I had to do my homework even though I'm tired. I haven't had a proper sleep for days, and now John was worried about me, since I fall asleep in Thunderbird 3.

At times, I couldn't sleep well because of the issues I faced.

My head hurts.

The next day, I wasn't busy in IR. My group mate called me and he demanded to pass my work to him. I explained about my case, but... we got into a fight. Our group's online meeting still went on, and someone took a screenshot of me looking hella stressed. And we got into a fight again. It wasn't me who started both.

Another member asked me if I did the latest calculus homework.

"I... I didn't know that."

"You know what, I shouldn't be asking that because you don't know anything."

Just that? No one even helped me when it comes to informing me about home works.

I don't know now. Maybe I joined International Rescue too early and at the time, I didn't know how hard high school is. I'm nearly there! I'm going to graduate soon. Then I'll be going full time as a rescue operative.

I told my brothers about it and I asked a permission from Scott that I have to go on leave for, uh, my initial request was two weeks. He accepted it, and I finally took a rest. John took my place and Grandma took his.

It was hard to sort things out. I talked to my teacher about my group mates, and then, I ended up with another group, which was a relief. One of my friends were there and she's happy to help me.

I requested for an extension to finish everything, took a day of sleep, and finally went back to rescuing.

I was not alone dealing with these kind of issues. Well, you know Gordon, joining in swimming competitions and still studying. He told me his stories and, yeah.

It's part of life.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #alan tracy #neurotic phys tag #fabfivefeb2021 #fabfivefeb #tagrewatch

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nourelle-tracy · 3 years

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Ok so here we are! This is for fabfivefeb prompt by @gumnut-logic. I chose tge prompt "a memory" and the amaaaazing iris chose to help me and write a fic for my drawings ::squeals and hugs her::

Art is by me, but full credit of this fantastic fic goes to @bonsaiiiiiii 🤗🤗💛✨

Spoiler: Sequel to SOS 2

Warning: panic attacks!

"Welcome back with the 7 o'clock news! Here’s one last hour: at this moment the International Rescue has just heroically rescued a family from a dangerous situation. The disastrous incident, which occurred in a solitary lost house in the mountains of Wuhan, China, involved the rescue of 5 children and a mother, and the heroic intervention of our rescuers, as depicted in this video." The presenter departed to the side to allow all the families present behind the big camera to be able to see the long-awaited video, which represented the pilot of the green Thunderbird along with his co-pilot, recently returned. Both were pulling out the mother and children, fortunately all alive, from the rubble of the house collapsed on itself. You could see the pilot with the yellow sash looking around seriously, before his face turned into a smile, greeting the few journalists gathered, while the pilot with the green sash hid his face from the cameras walking quickly, neither of them giving a word to the press.

"Wow, what a nice comeback after so much..." Gordon grunted, settling better on the back of his seat.

"They practically hit us. Are you okay puffer?" Virgil answered, watching him out of the corner of his eye while he kept his 'girl' in the air.

"Yes. Not as bad as for the...first day." Gordon replied, sighing.

"After the accident it was fair for you to feel that way. You’re just a little out of shape after so much time with those casts."

Gordon subconsciously touched his arm, although it wasn't hurting, remembering how he had gotten that cast on his arm for a few months. He owed Penny a big favor. Then he stretched. "Let’s get this family to the hospital and then we’ll go home."

"How do you measure this day from 1 to 10?" Virgil asked, looking at him directly this time.

The blond considered it for a moment. "Meh, a valid 7. I’m a little rusty. I just want to go home and eat all the celery bars in the pantry." Virgil chuckled. "You?"

"Even if the day is not yet over I'll give it a 9. No tragedies today." Virgil replied.

They had arrived home, and the dinner had been delicious as always. Not really. After trying not to throw up at the table with the other brothers so that Grandma wouldn’t tie them all to some palm trees on the island, Gordon apologized to then go up to his room under the guise of resting for a moment before going for a bath, with immense relief from Virgil who, to be honest, could not see the moment, while all the other brothers disappeared in a heartbeat in various parts of the island not to be found by Grandma when she mentioned a possible dessert. Unfortunately, Scott did not escape in time, repeatedly making praying gestures while sitting at the table, while Grandma put some strange sugary concoction in front of him.

Gordon hurried up to his room, the place where he was most of the time during his convalescence. And in fact, he now wanted to be in the pool for a night swim, and here he is, sitting at the foot of the bed. But after that he would have gladly gone to the pool, maybe soaking all night, even naked if he wanted it. He didn’t care much about sleeping, despite what Virgil kept babbling about, even threatening to keep him nailed to the bed if it was necessary; after all, he had been living the good life between bed and sofa for a long time.

In his hand he had a stone with a paper attached on it, maybe nothing important, but his instinct strongly suggested to him to take it from the rubble. And there it was, in his hands.

During the rescue he had the bad feeling of being observed, and shortly after that rock had made his appearance. He cut off the card, laying the stone on the ground, and opened it with trembling hands. What he saw was enough to make him suddenly nervous.

There, in a wrinkled sheet and probably reused many times, there was a threatening message, consisting of many newspaper clippings glued together. Nothing unusual, you will think, the message will be addressed to the family and should be taken to the police for a good report. But no.

I just wanted to send you to your mom. I thought u missed her...I doubt she is proud of such a reckless child! Do you even remember her? Did she even love you? I doubt!

The message was exactly for him, and unfortunately it wasn't the only one. He did not have time to think further because suddenly a panic attack, also this familiar, began to cloud his sight. He lost no more time, making sure the door was locked properly and moving towards the stereo. His brothers would have tied him up somewhere, but he didn’t care. He put on a song, the first that came to his mind, cranking up the volume and starting to cry desperately at the melody of Caramelldansen, something a little ironic given the situation.

Once his breath was more or less regular, he stood up again, destroying everything that happened to him within range. It didn’t matter if it was the wall, the shelves, the bedside tables...he threw it all away in panic and rage.

He then began to look for something else, opening his closet door and throwing away clothes, shoes, hangers, everything within his sight, until he could see a box still piled between the clothes. He took it gently, his hands shaking violently and his face drenched with tears. He picked up with his nose, sitting at the foot of the bed, the one thing he had not destroyed, or at least not yet. He watched without any force left in his body the feathers fly in the air from the torn pillow, and then he returned to look at the box that he had just pulled out, labeled 'Mom’s memories'. Although, there was nothing belonging to his mom in that box.

In an almost feverish impulse he began to reread the other cards, compiled with the same technique, sent by the one who had helped to make his life a hell and to keep him relegated to this damn island. He felt the rage take hold of him again, so he crumpled all the cards again, throwing them against the wall with all the force in his body. When the second panic attack also calmed down, Gordon rose slowly, collecting all the wrinkled paper balls and placing them in the box, a new ball to add to the collection. He then collapsed on the floor tired, completely forgetting the idea of a swim in the pool.

John appeared to verify Gordon’s condition, and was greeted by the remix of What Are You Doing In My Swamp blasted at full volume, not that it surprised him.

Since the accident, Virgil had sensors applied to Gordon’s clothes to keep him under control and to note any changes in temperature or mood in the squid boy; and here, at this moment, all the values, from the heartbeat to blood pressure, From body temperature to constant mood swings, everything was through the roof. Too much.

Once he had taken control of his stereo and turned off the music, massaging his throbbing temples, John was greeted by a view that made him widen his eyes from the shock. What the...?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Again all credit for this fic goes to @bonsaiiiiiii

#thunderbirds are go #gordon tracy #fabfivefeb #fabfivefeb2021

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