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lenna-z · 27 days

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Oh... It broke my heart in every way...

Gone

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt 245: You Never Cared. Word count: 625 Triggers for Canon MCD caused by childbirth mentions. Thunderangst.

The house was quiet. The time was perfect. He’d spent the preceding weeks – no, months – carefully planning for today.

John was over at the observatory. Virgil at his music lessons and Grandma was with Gordon at the pool.

Scott had left a note, packed one backpack of clothes for himself and enough of Alan’s baby stuff to keep them going and walked out the door with Alan in his stroller. They walked briskly to the end of the road where a cab was waiting to take them to the train station and on to a new life.

One where Scott could fulfil his promise to his Mom and look after Alan.

It wasn’t like the rest of his family were going to miss him. Since he’d picked up Alan that first night his baby brother his father hadn’t spoken to him and his brothers had been giving him the cold shoulder. There had been moments where he thought Gordon was going to interact with them, but John or Virgil always snagged him back.

He’d been banking on his brothers softening over the months, but there seemed little hope of that. Scott could understand John – Mom had been everything to their Stargazer – and to an extent he understood Virgil, who had inherited every ounce of Mom’s creativity, but he’d hoped they’d see Alan as their Mom’s parting gift.

Not the reason why Mom was no longer here. Not the way Dad saw Alan – the child who had murdered his wife.

The last nine months had been hell on the sixteen-year-old. Only Grandma had treated him the same and had done her best to help Scott when she could.

He was supposed to be moving to Yale this summer. Instead, he’d bargained with a day care centre to work there during the day three days a week so Alan could be taken care off and he could study the rest of the time for his degree in Maths. Yale had been reluctant to offer a part-time course but his SAT scores were superb and he’d convinced them during a particularly long interview. Of course he didn’t tell them about his plans, or the fact that he had a 9-month-old baby to care for.

The trip to New Haven took around 8 hours by Greyhound from Kansas City, but he had to get there first, a journey that would take another day, and Scott knew without a shadow of a doubt his brothers would know he’d gone long before he arrived.

Scott’s heart ached. But he powered on. For Alan. For his Mom.

…

John got home first.

The house was unnaturally quiet and he frowned. Alan was nine months and, while not speaking actual words, he’d found his voice and wouldn’t keep quiet, much to their Father’s anger.

But there was nothing. The house felt empty. And John’s heart sank.

He dumped his bag at the bottom of the stairs and ran through every room, shouting for Scott. But there was no answer.

Snatching up the phone to call someone – anyone – he paused as the door opened. Virgil and Gordon were arguing, as usual, and Grandma was bringing up the rear. But everyone stopped as John stood there, looking like death warmed up. Grandma was the one to break the silence.

‘John?’ ‘It’s Scott. He’s gone. And so’s Alan.’ ‘Gone?’ ‘Gone! The house is empty!’

John stood there while Virgil and Gordon tore up the house again. But it was Grandma who thought to go into their Father’s room. She came down with a letter.

Hey Dad

I promised Mom I’d look after Alan. And I will do anything to fulfil this promise. We’ll be fine. You never cared anyway what happened to Alan.

Love you,

Scott

#thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds are go fanfiction #scott tracy #john tracy #janetm74fics

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lenna-z · 28 days

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What Happened There?: Chap. 6 Trouble Signal

I'm sorry I can't update regularly, classes and life are confusing me a lot...

In this space I want to thank my wonderful cousins for reactivating my muse 💜

And I also want to thank @tanushakyrano for interpreting my ideas and giving me new ones as well! Some of the things written there were written thanks to Cora. 🖤

I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Previous: - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 -

During this period, he was entering the same hospital as often as he didn't want.

But this time the reason for coming was different.

He continued walking, trying to ignore his throbbing head.

He had knew something was wrong the moment Talia knocked on his door in the middle of the night.

His feelings did not mislead him this time either because she said that the team around the hospital had identified a suspicious person, and the man ran away when he realized he was noticed.

A lot of things went through his mind, things about his sister and brother.

She said they were fine and unaffected by the situation. In fact, after all this, Virgil had texted him that she had woken up for a few minutes.

Talia said Ames hadn't told Virgil yet. She assured him that everything was fine.

Still, he wasn't going to stay stuck in his room and wait for something to happen.

Kyrano had somehow heard everything and said he wanted to see his daughter. No one could blame him.

And Penny said she was coming to talk to security and help Ames.

They were making their way to Kayo's room, with Talia and a security guy assigned to Kyrano behind them.

She was already on a private floor and only certain hospital staff could visit the floor.

He wasn't sure if the precautions were enough, considering that someone was monitoring a hospital that wasn't shared with anyone.

Ames had a frightening expression on her face that he had never seen before.

Next to her, Jeremy looked no different, but Ames had an expression, like Kayo's, that would make you air all your dirty laundry if you were guilty.

This was noticeable even from a distance.

Unlike when they left yesterday, there was more security on the around. And they were all looking at them as if they were going to eat them... had he missed something?

Their gazes didn't change until all of them, including the security guards behind them, scanned their fingerprints on the device in Jeremy's hand, but eventually Jeremy gave them an apologetic look.

They just had to make sure it was really them.

He appreciated this. Especially when those inside don't know what's going on.

"Ames, darling, I want to know the latest situation."

She stole a glance from Penny to her and then to Kyrano.

"Civilian security guards around the hospital found an unconscious cleaning staff in the bushes... They reported that he had a needle mark on his neck."

This was suspicious enough for anyone.

"We started looking for the unconscious man's face on the cameras, assuming he was using face swapping technology. EOS was detecting suspicious behavior in case we predicted it wrong."

He really wondered how the man could have escaped, even with such a heavy security.

"EOS caught the man on camera entering the hospital, but lost track of him a few minutes after one of our team started following him.We are sure that he changed his face again and left the hospital."

And there was probably a team out there looking for him. This was the thin part where Kayo separated International Rescue from security.

He could give direct orders to staff on International Rescue and family matters, but when it went beyond that, Kayo was the boss.

He didn't know how she did it, but even though she was injured and hadn't woken up yet, all security work continued as if she was still here.

"This could have ended in much worse things, Amethyst... How was that unconscious man not noticed before?"

This time her face fell a little.

"It didn't even take 10 seconds for everything to happen, and it happened at a point where the cameras weren't directly watching."

She looked embarrassed and it was obvious that she did not like this excuse. Another similarity with the woman inside. Scott could bet that she was secretly angry with herself, even feel guilty.

"Nothing like this will happen again, Lady Penelope."

"First of all sweetheart, you know this is Penny. Secondly, I know it won't happen again. Now before we talk about deeper topics, we should also talk to Virgil, right?"

Virgil didn't know they came here, or even what happened.

And if what Penny meant by deep topics was why this could happen, Scott had to find a way to get himself invited into this conversation.

Penny had said that she and Ames shared security matters during Kayo's absence, and that she was keeping him away from the subject for his own good.

Even Penny didn't want him to cross that thin line. Still, there was no way Scott was going to miss this.

Someone had surveilled the hospital where his sister was.

Blow it...

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They were all nervous. Nervous might even be an understatement for most in the room.

Someone trying to enter the hospital was cause for enough tension, but Scott suddenly said that it wasn't safe for anyone to stay in the hospital.

Penny was a silent spectator as they argued, and Kyrano had already left the room under the pretext of coffee.

"According to what you said, he couldn't even get close to this floor. And Scott... she's far from okay right now."

His gaze returned to the woman on the bed. Even if it wasn't for the dark bruise on her cheek, the dark circles under her eyes and the pale color of her skin would remind them that she was not well.

And unfortunately, the bruise on her cheek was the least of his worries.

After finding her like that...

Beeeeeeeep...

"Virgil, you said she was awake for a few minutes at night, right? She is strong."

He knew that wasn't an argument that she could leave the hospital. No matter how hard he tried not to show it, everyone was aware of something and his brother was trying to console him.

They weren't there when he found her, nor were they there last night. So he decided to ignore what he said.

"She must stay here until the doctors give her the go ahead, Scott."

"I am sorry, Scott but Virgil is right. And the security measures taken here are not available anywhere else in the world..."

Penny had finally broken her silence. And Scott was more moderate.

"I know I just can't help but worry after what happened... If something happened-"

As Scott turned his full attention to the bed behind Virgil, a small voice came from his right.

When a broken voice similar to the one before was followed by a frown, Virgil was approaching Kayo step by step.

"Kay?"

He wasn't sure if it was a brief wakefulness like last night, but she made a real effort to open her eyes and closed them immediately, her brows still furrowed.

While he was moving forward to block the light coming from her face without thinking, Scott was faster than him and was fiddling with the buttons on the wall to completely cut off the light coming from the window.

"Kay, honey, it's okay." When his brother adjusted the windows so the sun was out of sight, he gently encouraged her to try opening her eyes again. "Can you open your eyes again?"

She was more conscious now than she had woken up during the night, so instead of wiping her tears, he just shook her hand.

He knew how Kayo's mind worked in situations like this, so he wanted to give her space until she got used to it.

"I-"

Her brows furrowed even more as she tried to speak.

Without him noticing, Penny had approached them and was somehow holding a glass of water with a straw in it.

"Would you like some water, sweet heart?"

As she tried to nod her head, a tear rolled down her cheek.

"Slowly okay?"

She couldn't take a sip without frowning further, and he appreciated Penny's handling of the situation.

She closed her eyes for a few seconds, and if her expression hadn't been pained, Virgil might have thought she had fallen back asleep.

Virgil had been alone in the med bay with Kayo long enough to know all the signs of pain. Although he was sure that in this case there was no need to know the signs.

"What- ...happend?"

He was going to avoid answering that question with Scott and Penny in the room. They basically had decided not to tell her everything if she didn't remember what happened. And even though Virgil agreed with that, he didn't want to lie to her.

"Actually, we were hoping you'd tell us that, sweet heart."

That was a pretty smart answer.

Kayo was almost thinking out loud, but the disappointment was evident in her eyes.

"Sorry... I-"

"Hey... It's okay."

Memory loss was something that was expected after head injuries. He just hoped she would remember something soon so they could really find out what was going on.

They knew that she was resisting the person who did this to her. If she had not resisted, her defensive wounds and head injury would probably never have occurred. Maybe she would... be much worse when Virgil found her.

"Can you tell me how you feel? If you are in too much pain we can call a doctor or nurse."

He definitely didn't want this conversation to continue, so he wanted to direct her perception towards herself.

"I'm- a little cold... I might feel better if you tell me why- it hurts everywhere."

Her speech was not completely fluent, she paused while breathing, and her face showed that she was in pain.

And he had couldn't draw her attention to anything else.

"One word, honey, knife."

"You have two stab wounds, one on your liver and one above your kidneys, and the reason for your epic headache is that you took a good hit."

He could guess what she was thinking in her mind, so he continued.

"There will be no permanent damage, nothing that cannot be resolved with rehabilitation."

Adding that it might take months for her to return didn't seem like a good idea at the moment. She needed to feel comfortable right now.

She had exhausted herself just by talking, so he was trying to think of ways to somehow persuade her to rest.

When he heard the soft sound of the door opening, he realized he had completely forgotten Kyrano was with them. He was a little hopeful because he thought she might be distracted by what was happening.

He had thought she would at least be happy when she saw her father, but Kayo's face took on an expression he never expected when she noticed Kyrano entering.

"Bapa?"

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds are go fanfiction #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #virgil tracy #lady penelope #kayo kyrano #lenna writes

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lenna-z · 1 month

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It's an AMAZING feeling to have your fanfic read and liked by another writer and then they want to write about that fic!

Thanks for all the feelings @janetm74! 🙃

Still, after reading this, I feel like I'm too shy to write a fanfic of a fanfic...

have you ever read a fanfic so good that you wanted to write a fanfic about that fanfic, but was too shy / too intimidated to ask for the author’s permission and too afraid that your writing wouldn’t be half as good as theirs and that it would be an insult to their work that was basically a literal masterpiece, so you just sat there fantasizing about their work and how beautiful it was and how you wished you could just eat it and how you wished canon could write your blorbos half as good as this writer did and how you just wanted to cry because you just loved that fic so much????

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lenna-z · 1 month

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I'm about to be blown away because I know both shows here!

Introduction to the story is very fluid. I will look forward to reading more!

The Woman on the Mountain c1

Inspired by @tsarinatorment and prompted by a line by @thedryswan. With thanks as always to @the-original-sineater and @mariashades for all their help.

Dr Temperance Brennen sat at the table and regarded her partner. Booth was cooking breakfast, a task he loved doing (thankfully, because she might be the genius of the two but she still couldn’t cook pancakes without them either being burnt or raw inside).

He was talking about the game he’d been watching last night but she’d switched off, a sudden need to anatomically analyse his three gluteal muscles and how they worked together to shore up his back…the Angela in her head laughed at her as she spoke: ‘sure, honey. Most people would just say Booth has a nice butt – and I would be one of them’.

The ringing of her phone broke through her thoughts, followed by Booth’s a couple of seconds later.

They hung up and looked at each other and spoke in unison.

‘They’ve found a body.’ ‘We’ve got a body.’

Canaan Valley Resort was a popular place for skiing, especially for families with children as it was a haven for all levels of snow sports. It had been popular for generations of skiers because of the varying skill levels it provided, and while they still were prone to avalanches as any mountain was, their safety record was very good compared with other slopes in the USA.

That didn’t mean that there were no casualties, though.

Every year the thaw began earlier and earlier. Some of the hottest weather in years had been blamed on the only times the resort had been closed months before usual. While balance was being restored to the environment, there were still much work to be done.

This year a heatwave had led to the discovery of several bodies. Six in total had been rescued from two places on the mountain. Five bodies from one place and one alone.

Booth watched as Bones, Cam, Hodgins and current intern Wendell Bray scouted the two sites, accompanied by a plethora of FBI agents and other squints. He smiled as Tempe ordered people around, pointing out what she wanted shipped back to the Jeffersonian, including some debris that had probably been chalets at some point. There was a going to be a lot! He didn’t envy the techs whose responsibility that was.

Eventually the team called it a day, and everyone went home.

The local news the next morning mentioned the finding of six bodies from Canaan Valley. In the grand scheme of things it went unnoticed by seven men and two women who were just finishing up breakfast before the world called on them.

…

The bodies were laid out for examination, three on the main work platform and three in a side room. The platform contained the singular victim and two from the group, and as Cam looked over the remains she couldn’t help but feel the stirring of something familiar about the body. A distant memory perhaps.

The ice had preserved the woman remarkably well. There were obvious injuries – broken bones in the main – but before she could examine the body in any great detail she needed to wait for thawing to be completed and for Hodgins and Mr Bray to remove the clothing.

Speaking of those two…she should really check up on how they were progressing. As she walked to the raised platform Dr Brennen joined her.

Hodgins and Wendell stood there with the biggest grins. Cam and Brennen looked faintly worried and with a widening of her eyes Cam left them to it.

‘Okay then! Dr Brennen, I – er – good luck!’

Brennen gave her a stare as Cam all but fled before turning to the two grinning scientists before her.

The two men, dressed in their white lab coats, had completed their outfits with safety goggles. Hodgins passed a pair to her and suggested she stand back.

Before them lay just the one body, the others had joined their partners. It lay on a wire mesh over a large clear box. In front of it stood a burn furnace.

Brennen sighed. She should have known. This wasn’t the first time they had used the furnace with varying degrees of success. The last time they had set the lab on fire…and the two large funnels pointing to the body didn’t exactly fill her with confidence.

Something on her face must have shown what she was thinking as Hodgins moderated his grin.

‘Don’t worry, Dr B. We’ve planned this well.’ ‘Yeah. To defrost the body at room temperature would take all day. Using the furnace will take less than a minute.’ ‘And you won’t damage the body?’ ‘I guarantee it. The water and particulates will be collected in the basin beneath.’ ‘Very well, Dr Hodgins. You may proceed.’

She’d never tell them but standing back and watching the ice melt in mere seconds had been fascinating. She had stood behind Hodgins and Mr Bray and Brennen was so pleased that she had. The heat from the furnace did more than melt the ice. It gave both men red faces, and she pretended to be indifferent when Mr Bray reached across and put out a tiny flame in Hodgins’ hair. She couldn’t quite suppress the small smile as she spoke before leaving.

‘Well done, Dr Hodgins. I believe this makes you King of the Lab. Mr Bray, please clean the bones.’

The feeling of ‘knowing’ something nagged at Cam, and resolutely she ignored the experiment behind her and went to talk to Angela. Maybe, if the woman had been reported missing, they could get a head start on identifying her from what they could extrapolate already.

Angela was online talking to Booth and Cam told them of her feelings and described the woman and what she was wearing as best as she could.

‘Red hair, youngish – late 30’s maybe, cream and green ski jacket.’ ‘Well, there can’t be too many missing people from the resort, can there? Can you look that up, Angela?’ ‘Of course, Sweetie.’

But it was Booth that claimed their attention as Brennen entered the room.

‘Wait a second. You said redhead?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Booth? You know something?’ ‘I can’t believe it!’ ‘What is it, Booth?’ ‘Mid-thirties, redhead. It’s gotta be.’

Brennen sighed in exasperation.

‘Who is it, Booth?’ ‘Lucille Tracy. Wife of the Great Jeff Tracy.’ ‘How do you know that?’ ‘Killed in an avalanche 13 years ago. Body was never found. I can’t believe you guys don’t remember! There was a great big fuss because NASA refused to bring Tracy back from the moon!’

#Bones #and #thunderbirds are go fanfiction #lucy tracy

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lenna-z · 2 months

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Thunderfam! I need your help!

This John loving, fic writing, arty creating person has been away for far too long. I've been busy (with both Thunderbirds / Anderson stuff and other life projects) but I want to catch up as best I can.

I've noticed soooo many lovely new people around, but I can't find them all to follow even though I'm trying.

So please pop in the comments (or reblog so this can spread) and introduce yourselves so I can say hi and hit that follow.

I miss the Thunderbirds chats! I miss the posts! I miss seeing all the lovely stuff everyone is creating.

Help a girl out.

Pic of my gorgeous boy for attention.

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lenna-z · 2 months

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I need to tell you something (Bit 2)

Bit 1 | Bit 2

Here is a little more of this fic....which is growing in my head as we speak because apparently I need to turn tiny little prompt fics into bigger ones with more plot needed ::rolls eyes:: But anyway, here be fic :D

Many thanks to @onereyofstarlight for the read through and the plot cackling :D

I hope you enjoy this Virgil whump and Scott's pissed off POV.

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Some people were just tedious.

Scott Tracy, Commander of International Rescue, President of Tracy Industries, billionaire extraordinaire was currently attending to an earthquake and saving lives.

Scott Tracy, guy who just wanted to do his job and save those lives, was currently being held up by some prissy business man whose Audi was blocked from leaving the scene by one of One’s landing struts.

Apparently the guy had a meeting.

A very urgent meeting.

That had nothing to do with the lives Scott had been interrupted from saving.

John was, no doubt, calculating how many keystrokes it would take to destroy this man’s priorities. Which meant Scott would also have to talk down his space brother after debrief tonight.

Scott saw through John’s calm exterior. His brother had a vindictive streak.

“I am sorry, sir, but this is an emergency.”

“So is my meeting! I’m losing money as we speak!”

Scott couldn’t find the energy to care.

The thing that was really pissing him off, though, was the GDF operative who was standing next to him…and doing absolutely nothing! Can’t even manage crowd control.

Maybe he’d let John do the nasty he had been begging to do for years.

No, Scott had to be realistic. John had likely been doing the nasty to whoever he pleased, just under the table so his big brother wouldn’t notice.

Or could at least pretend to not notice certain company collapses.

Which reminded him. John, really should step back from castrating Lemaire. He was getting a little towards the visible side of things.

But then John did have a temper.

And so did Scott.

“Sir, I really don’t care. You are wasting my time and I need to get back to saving lives.”

“It would only take you a minute to-“

“I don’t care. Do I need to repeat myself?” The GDF guy arched an eyebrow and seemed amused?

“Scott?”

Virgil’s voice spread calm just by hearing it. Scott could do this without killing anyone, he really could.

He turned to find his brother behind him.

That wasn’t where he was supposed to be…

“Virgil? What? You’re supposed to be on the east side.”

“I know.” Virgil looked down. “But I have to tell you something.”

“Excuse me, Commander, but you still need to move your craft.”

He turned to glare at the man. “What is it, Thunderbird Two?” Remember who you are talking to.

Virgil didn’t answer.

Scott turned back to his brother, his frown switching from glare to concern. He reached out a hand and touched Virgil’s shoulder. The man was almost hunched.

Somewhere in the back of Scott’s brain, alarm bells started ringing. “Virgil, are you okay?”

His brother looked up and Scott cursed the helmets they were wearing. It was hard to see…

Virgil mumbled something and visibly swayed.

“Virgil!” Scott grabbed at his little brother. “What the-?”

“I’ve been shot.” His brother folded.

Scott struggled to catch him, desperate to prevent a nasty impact with the ground. “Virgil!”

But his brother’s eyes were closing.

“Thunderbird Five, Virgil is down. I need vital stats now!” Shot. Virgil said he had been shot. Scott eyed his brother’s body. Dirt, dust, but no sign of obvious injury.

Five pinged Scott’s wrist control and Virgil’s stats. Moments ago, they had been stable…now.

Scott cursed and yanked out his mediscanner, waving it sharply over his prone brother.

Goddamnit.

He gently rolled his brother onto his side.

Blood dripped from a tiny hole in Virgil’s uniform and joined the puddle in the dirt.

“John, I need Thunderbird Two over here now!”

As Scott yanked out padding from his portable medkit and cut a bigger hole in his brother’s uniform to stuff it into, he heard Two roar to life from the other side of the danger zone. She rose and rumbled across the landscape, setting down smoothly beside her sister ship.

There was sudden profanity from the man who had complained about One’s parking.

Scott cared even less on what his thoughts were about Two.

But as he lifted his bleeding brother into his arms and hurried to Two’s waiting elevator, he couldn’t help but notice that the Audi was considerably flatter under one of Two’s landing struts.

Vindictive, definitely.

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TBC

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #virgil tracy #scott tracy

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lenna-z · 3 months

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Aww... This warmed my heart too, it's so beautiful!

Warmth

@weirdburketeer asked: “Are You Warm Enough?’ with Virgil not doing the asking. Sorry, Gordon insisted he needed to be here too…and then so did Scott. A wee!Tracys fic.

From this prompt list.

‘No! No, no, no, no, no!’

Gordon’s screaming tantrum had Lucy sighing. She couldn’t blame the toddler at all. Finding out that his favourite medium could also be so cold had thrown the almost three-year-old. He hated wearing clothes at the best of times and having to wear extra layers to keep warm had been outrageous for the precocious child.

Virgil, however, had no such qualms. Already dressed in his warmest clothes, welly boots, woolly hat pulled down and a scarf wrapped so tightly around his face that only his nose and eyes could be seen, his insistence on going outside to make snowmen was as insistent as Gordon’s refusal.

‘it’s ok, Mama. I can make snowmen in front of the kitchen window. That way you can stay indoors and keep an eye on Gords.’ ‘Bless you, hun. Stay within sight of the window, ok?’ ‘Ok.’

Lucy may not be able to see his smile, but the sudden movement of his cheeks told her that Virgil was grinning and she smiled in return, letting him out the back door.

The next two hours saw Virgil build three snowmen, Gordon attempt five times to get into the bath and Lucy cook an Irish Stew and a Hot Swiss trifle ready to put in the oven for dessert.

More snow was due to fall – the media were talking about this being the worst snow in years – and the sky was pregnant with it, so her three oldest boys had gone to make sure the farm was alright and possibly bring back Ruth and Grant, if they wanted to come. Chances are Grant would want to stay with the farm to care for the animals, even though they now had farmhands to do that for them, but Lucy had prepared in case they came.

The ringing of the house line gave her pause, and the news that all five of them were leaving the farm now. It would take around an hour and a half to get back with the roads like this, giving the stew plenty of time to, well, stew. She murmured a prayer that they would travel back safely and then hurriedly finished the call when she realised that Gordon had disappeared. Again.

She caught him stripped to his underpants and about to climb into a rapidly filling bath. With a look from the bathroom window at the now four snowmen and the start of a fifth, Lucy decided that Gordon could be indulged this once.

Gordon was delighted to be allowed a bath when it wasn’t even bath time so he put up a minimum amount of fuss when it came time to get out. Lucy wrapped him in the biggest, fluffiest towel they had and carried him over her shoulder while he giggled and squirmed. She deposited him in the living room and poked the fire to get it roaring, putting the guard up around it. Her boys knew not to mess around near the fire, but Gordon’s awareness was always of-the-moment and he easily lost concentration. Thinking about it, she put Finding Nemo on for him, knowing that he’d sit as still as was possible for Gordon to sit while watching it.

Looking out of the kitchen window she spied six snowmen and Virgil working on a seventh. They were smartly made, and Lucy could make out the variance in sizes that told her which snowman represented which family member, some of them had even been given shirts that clearly identified them if the height difference wasn’t enough to go by.

Virgil had clearly been enjoying himself alone in the snow for the last couple of hours, and as Lucy knocked on the door her middle child looked up with rosy cheeks and a blue nose and the biggest grin. His coat and hat were now atop the second smallest snowman and as she watched he wrapped the scarf around the snowman that would be Scott and she realised he’d been wearing her eldest’s favourite.

That was so very like Scott, to give something he treasured to a younger brother, and she wondered if he knew what Virgil had intended to do with it.

As if thinking about her firstborn had conjured him up the front door opened and with excited chatter the rest of her family joined her in the kitchen. Jeff hugged her from behind and kissed her ear, murmuring favourable things about the smell permeating the kitchen. Scott had thrown his arms around her briefly than disappeared straight outside to Virgil.

The two came back in shortly, and Scott took one look at the very blue face of his brother and frowned. Virgil looked cold. Very cold despite the obvious fun he’d been having.

Scott had stripped off his coat and jumper and helped Virgil into it. The thick woollen pullover had been a gift last year from her uncle, and Scott had loved it. It was getting a bit short on him now, the nine-year-old was going through another growth spurt, looking destined to be as tall as his Dad, if not taller. Conversely, Virgil was, at 6, short for his age but stocky. The jumper swamped his arms and legs.

Lucy and Jeff watched as Scott rolled up first the hem and then the arms of the jumper as Virgil just stood there, grinning in delight. Scott surveyed his handiwork with a furrowed brow, pulling on an arm and adjusting his collar until he was happy and broke out into a smile.

‘Are you warm enough?’ ‘I am now, thanks Scott!’

And Virgil threw his arms around Scott and hugged him tight before the two made their way into the living room to sit by the fire and watch the last minutes of Finding Nemo. John had already sat by Gordon, sliding under the blanket and their baby brother was already fast asleep against his side.

They snuggled up, Scott on John’s other side and Virgil on his, and the four drifted off to sleep in the warmth of the open fire.

#thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds are go fanfiction #virgil tracy #gordon tracy #scott tracy #lucy tracy #wee tracys #janetm74fics

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