#Brandon Berringer
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From @mariashades to @the-original-sineater
Someone Familiar
Prompts-
1. A familiar looking stranger.
2. A mistake at the zoo.
3. SCIENCE!!
Preferences: Rating Teen or Gen
Favorite Genres: Hurt/Comfort, Angst (happy ending please), Family, Fluff, Romance okay, Shipping is okay
Please, NO: Parody or crackfic, Brandon Berringer is NOT welcome
Someone Familiar
“If I let go, I'm almost certain he'll take off without the aid of a Thunderbird,” was Penny's fondly amused thought as she and Gordon endured the usual crowd of photographers and news crews who had gotten wind of their invitation to the opening of the new rehabilitation facility at the Monterey Bay Aquarium. After getting the forwarded invitation in her email inbox (it had been titled ‘Penny!!!!! Penny!Penny!Penny! Loooooookkkkk!!!!) she had been worried the inevitable paparazzi might dampen his enthusiasm, but she clearly had nothing to worry about.
There were more waiting inside, but they’d been invited after careful screening, this pack outside hadn't been, so there wasn't any real obligation to give them any attention.
They did of course - like it or not, she and Gordon were a power couple like no other - and throwing a few smiles and waves to the press kept them on side.
At last they were through the swarm, shepherded by Parker, Kayo and her security team, and into the aquarium proper. Holding his arm as she was, Penny could feel his excitement increase as the director, Doctor Jo Crawford, came forward to meet them and she was so very pleased by it.
“Mister Tracy, Lady Penelope, thank you again for coming to the opening of our new rehabilitation facility,” Doctor Crawford smiled as she offered her hand.
“Thanks for inviting us, Doctor Crawford!” Gordon chirped back. “Call me Gordon, ‘mister’ is for my biggest brother,” he grinned. “Oh! Have you seen that new paper about leafy sea dragon skin?”
It seemed safe enough to let go so she did, leaving the two marine biologists to talk while she mixed with the other guests: representatives for several wildlife rescue organisations and advocates and two nature show presenters who had their own film crews with them.
A quick, unobtrusive exchange with Parker confirmed that everyone present were whom they said they were, and she relaxed enough to have a little chat with the local news reporter (who somehow hadn't been pulled and replaced by a higher ranking one when word got out about herself and Gordon attending). “I'll be kind,” she decided as she talked to the jittery journalist, “he's so overawed and trying so hard to hide it.”
At last the mix and mingle time was over and Doctor Crawford was herding them all into the new wing. Penelope was very impressed by it all. She’d done some research in preparation for this trip (that wasn't Gordon doing an excited info-dump as he waxed lyrical about this and that) and the facilities at the new wing were top notch. Different tanks for different sized creatures, a range of hoists and slings for manoeuvring the bigger or more awkwardly-shaped ones, modular treatment platforms in the medical centre, a food preparation area that a Michelin chef would have been proud of, and a state of the art decontamination area with a truck-based mobile wildlife decontamination facility- ‘We call it our Thunderbird Two’ Doctor Crawford had grinned as she said that, pointing to a little decal on the driver's door of Two's silhouette, painted in the appropriate shade of green.
“Sadly not all of our patients can go back into the wild,” Doctor Crawford said as they came around through to the attached education area, which had several large tanks and habitats backing onto it. “So they come here to be animal ambassadors and help us educate the next generation on the importance of caring for our marine environment.”
A metre-long green sea turtle fitted with prosthetic front flippers and a shell that'd clearly been glued back together chose this moment to nose up to the open-topped perspex tank and peer out at them.
“Ah, perfect timing, here's our newest ambassador now!” Doctor Crawford exclaimed and beckoned them over. “Gordon, would you like to come over and say hi? I'm not sure if you recognise her, but you saved her about six months ago.”
“At the plane crash in Costa Rica?” Gordon asked, his eyes wide.
Penny remembered that one, it'd been bad. A cargo plane carrying dangerous goods had gotten into difficulties and crash landed on a remote beach, spilling its load in the process and killing or injuring a good many sunbathing green sea turtles, as well as endangering the coral reef. Gordon had hauled several of the surviving turtles into Two's module while John had made a bevy of phone calls to figure out what on earth they could do to help with the equipment they had to hand until the experts arrived.
“I remember her! I didn't think she'd make it!” Gordon went on to say, looking between the turtle and the director, clearly wanting to reach into the tank and give the turtle a pet.
“She almost didn't, but the local wildlife rescue had heard about the new facility here and we arranged to transfer her here.” Doctor Crawford explained.
“What is her name?” Penelope asked, coming closer to get a better look at the turtle.
“Well, it was quite a hot debate here at the aquarium, but Thunderbird Five contacted us with a suggestion,” Doctor Crawford smiled. “Gordon Tracy, I'd like to introduce you to Lucille.”
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Number 7 for the ask game :)))))))
hello :)))))))))) ty for the askkkkkk heehee
i already talked abt my hc for casey here but im gonna do more because i can. it's pride month so im turning everyone queer >:)
first of all, i think this is a popular one, but brandon berringer being queer! personally i can't quite decide between him being gay or bi/pan, but i think he likes guys
and another one is dobbs and doyle being boyfriends <3
tysm again for the ask!!!!
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TAG High Strung
Just reminiscing about Brandon's introduction in this episode and thinking about what Scott said to John when he found out who was at the helm
"Worse than that John .... teenagers!"
Why did I have the sneaking suspicion that maybe Scott was referring to Gordon's antics in the past?
How many times did he have to bail out his prankster kid brother and lie to their dad about all the dings, dents and scratches to some of the equipment?
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Avalanche
Spoilers
Sorry
Thanks for scale
Because John is on enforced downtime and is currently locked in his room.
That's why it's a SECRET! On a SECRET island!
Anyone else want to be rescued by Grandma? She's so nice.
Yeah but you put Scott in your vlog and Scott is awesome.
On the other hand Scott's old (at least to someone like Brandon) and old people can't be that cool.
Somebody's insecure.
Awkward.
Ohmygod you two
Where's Gordon? How is is? Is he recovering?
John is slowly fading out of existance.
Kayo who?
(I couldn't post last week cos I was moving back home from uni)
#thunderbirds are go!#don't forget to brush your teeth#virgil tracy#scott tracy#alan tracy#brandon berringer#goose#grandma tracy#john tracy no longer exists#gordon tracy has vanished
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Scribbs rewatches TAG Season 2- High Strung
Under the cut for length and spoilers
Awwww they send John care packages via the space elevator
John’s the nerd that eats the pickles from everyone burgers
I don’t think they’re getting you John
Okay that bear is a bit weird
Who brains? Who do you think?
Ahh joy Lemaire AGAIN
I agree with Scott it’s dodgy
Brains I don’t think RAD is going to catch on
Smooth Brains
Hehe love the nod to the marrionetts on the channels kayo is flicking through
It doesn't look like the best flying weather Scott
One would hope he could see it or he’d need his eyes testing John
Where are you going to land One Scott?
“Don’t do anything stupid Scott”... John remember which brother you’re talking to
Scott proceeds to jump off a mountain
Smooth pass kayo… at least she landed on the helipad mr dude
More dodgy noises behind closed doors
Ahh Who’s on the balloon if Lemaire is there on the yacht?
‘Pirates? Balloon rustlers’
“Way worse”
“A teenager” … I still laugh too much at this
Something tells me Scott doesn’t like being filmed
Of course Lemaire trusted a balloon to a teenager
How did you break them Brandon?
Only hit a mountain… sure like that’s not a bad thing
Brandon you seem to be enjoying it far too much
Virgil is so going to use this against Scott for the LONGEST time
Brains, not the best timing
RAD?
Ahh nod RAD… RAD
‘Didn’t you do anything crazy at my age’ Scott stumbles… that means YES
Oops I hope that drop doens’t break the RAD
Sure firing a line right in front of his face is gonna wake him up
Stepping back advice might have been more helpful in the first instance brains
Scott is less than impressed about the RAD only haivng one seat
How did you know which button internal stabilisers was Scott?
That’s more of a red switch rather than a button
The rad is pretty rad… nice Scott way to fit in with the kids
Lemme guess… no breaks
Really you’re trusting Brandon with it Scott?
Would that actually work?
You’re brave standing right there Kayo
At least the kid is apologetic for dragging everyone out
Translation please for Lemaire?
How to annoy Scott 101
Younger siblings plotting to wind up big brother muahahahahahaha
#thunderbirds are go#Thunderbirds 2015#High Strung#Scott Tracy#John Tracy#Virgil Tracy#kayo kyrano#brandon berringer#Mr Lemaire#thunderbirds series 2
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Okay Squid, how about Brandon Berringer?
First impression
Awesome because he drove Scott crazy!
Impression now
Annoying because he was so rude to my little brother. And no one is allowed to pick on my little brother but me!!
Favorite moment
Him annoying Scotty. Classic 😂
Idea for a story
Brandon and Scotty are trapped in thunderbird 4 for three weeks. Just imagine how annoying he can be to my dear eldest brother 😊
Unpopular opinion
Alan is not in love with him.
Favourite relationship
Brandon and Scotty forever
Favourite headcanon
He has a pet chihuahua named Scotty
Thanks for the request @drileyf 😊
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Found a different Episode description for Avalanche, it’s from the Freeview TV guide.
So Brandon Berringer isn’t a alone, he has a friend called Goose.
Doesn’t look like Gordon is in this episode, if he is, then he’s probably still recovering from his injuries.
I Don’t think we’ve had a Scott. Alan and Virgil team up.
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From @hodgehegposts
to @eirabach
Secret Santa does not own this work, full credit to the author above!
It had all started one, late, night, when Alan was back on duty on the Island and Brandon was busy halfway around the world trying to piece together enough footage to keep his vlog going over the next few weeks so that he could visit Alan without having to worry about not producing content. Their relationship seemed to be walking the tightrope that their two competing schedules spun, relying on snatched moments of contact over vid-calls and flying visits, but for the moment it was working for them. Brandon knew, deep in his heart, that the moment that it seemed to be getting too much, that it wasn’t enough any more to sustain themselves with these brief glimpses, that he would leave to go to the Island and be with Alan full time, if Alan would let him, knowing that Alan could never give up International Rescue even if he tried, but they hadn’t reached that stage yet. For now, they were coping, for now it was okay, even if it was at times tiring.
“Do you ever think,” Alan had said that one late night, huddled up in bed and cradling his comms device close to him. “Do you ever think that like, this isn’t the only universe?”
“What do you mean?” Brandon had asked, hair tousled from sleep, a mug of coffee on his bedside table growing cold.
“Like, do you think that maybe somewhere else, there’s an Alan and a Brandon who are able to spend all their time together? Like, an Alan and a Brandon where there isn’t an International Rescue, or whatever?”
“Maybe, I don’t know.”
“I think there is. I think there are infinite universes, each with something different in them, with infinite Alans and Brandons, all with their different lives.”
Brandon had just smiled, because only Alan would ever think to say something like that.
Meanwhile, in another universe...
It was cold, snow piled high along the edges of the sidewalk and the sky had been heavy with the threat of more for the past week. It was one of those long, dark winters that made people want to hibernate, to stay inside with blankets and hot chocolate and fluffy socks. People didn’t, of course, because life didn’t stop just because it was a harsh winter, but that didn’t meant that there weren’t appreciative smiles when people stepped inside and into warmth, shedding coats, hats, scarves and gloves like they were a second skin, stamping on the doormat to shake off the snow from boots and blowing on frozen fingertips.
That hustle and bustle wasn’t present this morning, though. The city was sleepy and still, the late rising sun staining the sky with a fiery orange, a spot of bright vibrancy in the otherwise stark weather. It didn’t matter, though, how beautiful the orange was, because those who were up to see it were already focused on other things, on family and sugar and laughter. In a tiny, cramped apartment with dodgy radiators and plants spilling across the countertops, buttery yellow curtains at the window and a blue sofa that seemed too big for the space it had been squeezed into, a young couple were smiling, the radio playing softly in the background whilst one of them tried to cook and the other instructed from the kitchen table, a plaster clad leg propped up on a stool and pile of cushions.
“Are you sure that’s right? It looks like a mess,” Alan said, frowning at the bowl in front of him. Brandon rolled his eyes, shifting a little in his seat.
“Yes.”
“But it doesn’t look like cookie dough.”
“That’s because you haven’t added the flour yet.”
“It looks like shit.”
“Alan,” said Brandon, aiming for stern but missing when he wasn’t able to completely hide his grin. “It’s supposed to look like that. That’s what happens when you add the wet ingredients and dry ingredients together separately.”
“Are you sure though? You’ve seen my grandma’s cooking, the stories of food poisoning were not exaggerated, and I really really don’t want to find out that I managed to inherit those genes on Christmas Day. We’ve spent enough time in the emergency room for this month.”
The tone was light and teasing, but Brandon could see the worry that still flashed through Alan’s eyes at the memory of the snowboarding accident, the way his hand tightened ever so slightly around the mixing spoon, and Brnadon wished he could stand and cross the small kitchen, wished he could kiss away all of his eyes boyfriend’s stress and bad memories. Instead, he went for a wry half smile, flicking a stray chocolate chip from the small pile given to him by Alan when he had pouted over not being able to steal any.
“Hey,” Brandon said, trying to lift the atmosphere that was starting to settle. “I’m okay. And I know how to make cookies, and I trust you. Don’t stress, okay?”
“...Okay,” Alan agreed, giving Brandon a small, tentative smile. Brandon huffed.
“Alan, it’s fine.” He reached across the table, only just managing to brush the very end of his fingertips across Alan’s soft hoodie, but Alan got the message, moving around the table and bending down so Brandon could give him a small, reassuring kiss. “Just chill, yeah? It’s Christmas. And you promised me cookies for breakfast and I plan on holding you to that, so better get baking.”
“So demanding,” Alan teased, still leaning over Brandon.
“You love it.”
“I do.” He gave Brandon one last, sweet, kiss before straightening back up and returning to the kitchen counter. “Right then. Flour.”
“Yep. All purpose, one cup.” Brandon sat back, crunching on another chocolate chip and trying (and failing) not to laugh when Alan dumped a cup of flour into the mixture with a heavy hand and caused a white cloud to puff up into his face.
***
Later, when the sun had finally risen properly and the air outside was light, bright and clear, despite the freezing temperatures such weather brought with it, Alan and Brandon were tucked side by side on the blue sofa, sharing one of the many blankets Gordon had gifted Alan with when Alan had first moved to Colorado. Alan had protested at the time, but Gordon had pointed out that LA was different to Denver, and Alan would thank him later. Alan had rolled his eyes petulantly and hadn’t, in fact, thanked him, but he could at least appreciate the usefulness of them, even if they were a particularly ugly shade of yellow that didn’t match their curtains and only Gordon and Brandon seemed to like.
It may be ugly (in Alan’s opinion, not that he was famed for his interior design skills), but it’s soft and warm and, most importantly, big enough to cover the two of them, Alan tucked into Brandon’s side whilst Brandon sat diagonally in the corner seat, broken leg stretched out and propped up on a stack of Alan’s old textbooks, softened by one of the cushions taken from the sofa. There was an untouched plate of cookies on Brandon’s lap and a cheesy Christmas film that was playing on the television in the background, going mostly ignored. It was soft and sweet and domestic in the living room that was barely bigger than the kitchen, if two separate rooms could even be made distinct given that it was a large bookshelf that marked a divide, full of books, trinkets and photographs, rather than an actual wall.
“...are you going to try one?” Alan asked eventually, breaking the comfortable quiet. Brandon’s eyebrow raised, but he lifted a cookie to his mouth, taking a large bite and not breaking his gaze on Alan. Alan could feel himself blush, waiting with baited breath as Brandon chewed swallowed, eventually ducking his head into Brandon’s shoulder. Alan could still feel his eyes burning into him as the silence stretched. “Well? And stop looking at me like that, you’re making me nervous.”
“Well…”
“Oh God. I've poisoned you, haven't I? They’re awful. We should’ve just stuck to cereal, and now I’ll have to write your eulogy where I explain to everyone that it was my lack of baking skills that killed you-”
“Alan. Shut up. They’re good.”
“...what?”
“They’re good.” He shifted, dislodging Alan enough so that he could kiss him softly, the taste of chocolate chips and sugar on his lips. “Thank you, baby.”
“Merry Christmas, Brandon,” Alan mumbled into the kiss, not willing to pull away. He could feel Brandon’s lips pull up into a smile against his own.
“Merry Christmas. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Meanwhile, in another universe…
Brandon had always, always, associated Christmas with snow. As a child, his family had always jetted off to spend Christmas abroad in some picturesque, aesthetically pleasing place with the backdrop of snow and pine needles, choosing to spend the Christmas holiday in a bed not their own and paint the picture of a happy, perfect family that had made Brandon want to scream when he was old enough to understand the hypocrisy of it all. It hadn't been any better as Brandon got older and he was shipped off to work for his godfather in a bid to curb some of his wild tendencies. It hadn’t really worked, of course, because Lemaire was just as wild as Brandon in his projects, albeit with the benefit of dressing it up as a need to explore, rather than to satisfy his own endless curiosity and need for adrenaline, but at least now Brandon had a better understanding of the importance of a carefully curated public persona, why aesthetic shots of dreamy wooden chalets to paint a false image was important.
Still. Just because he could now appreciate his family’s motivations, that didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to jump at the chance to spend Christmas with Alan, when the idea was first proposed, complete with shy blushes and a hopeful, tentative smile. Brandon had simply kissed Alan, hard, and given his now breathless boyfriend the biggest smile possible that told him just how excellent an idea that was.
Brandon was supposed to have arrived on the twenty-second of December, enough time to acclimatise to the Island and meet everyone before the main festivities began, but this got pushed back to the twenty-third and then again to the twenty-fourth, when a bright pink car pulled up outside his apartment and a person who was decidedly not Alan stepped out, a small pug in a seasonal red jumper held securely under one arm whilst the other was outstretched for Brandon to shake the perfectly manicured hand.
“Brandon? Alan is terribly sorry, he was desperately keen to come and get you himself but unfortunately rescues have held all of them up and you’ve just been stuck with me. I do hope you don’t mind. I’m Penelope Creighton-Ward.”
“It’s fine,” Brandon assured, finally able to place a face to Gordon’s girlfriend that Alan had mentioned once or twice before. He ducked quickly into his hallway to pick up his bags and followed Penelope to the car.
The flight to the Island was pleasant enough, Penelope making polite conversation as they crossed the ocean, but Brandon was feeling increasingly impatient, a feeling that didn’t dissipate until they had landed and he was finally, finally, back in Alan’s arms. Luckily, only Gordon and Alan were around and it was easy to sneak back to Alan’s bedroom to exchange kisses and private smiles, drinking in each other’s presence now that they were together again.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t come and get you,” Alan said eventually, cuddled up into Brandon’s side and struggling to keep his eyes open. “Stupid space pirate ghosts.”
The hand that Brandon was using to card through Alan’s hair stilled, and he looked down at him in confusion, Alan’s soft hair tickling his nose. “The… what?”
“Space pirate ghosts,” Alan repeated, mumbling through a yawn. “Met them before but they’re so annoying.”
“If you say so.”
“They are, you’re lucky you haven’t met them. They just cause so many problems and steal my astro-boards all the time. So annoying.”
“Space pirate ghosts?”
“Yes. Or space ghost pirates if you prefer.”
“I think you need to sleep, baby.”
“Mmm,” Alan agreed. It wasn’t a tacit agreement, but Alan’s breaths started to even out and Brandon had resumed the gentle strokes through his hair. It wasn’t long before the two of them were sound asleep, tangled and pressed close together as the sun began to rise on Christmas Day.
Meanwhile, in another universe…
Everything was beautiful. It was beautiful and perfect and tasteful, from the canapés and trays of drinks being carried unobtrusively around the edges of the room to the elegant decoration of holly and pine, a great Christmas tree standing at the opposite end to the hall where the band was playing, soft white lights twinkling from where they had been wrapped around the branches and catching on the red and gold glass baubles and causing them to shine in bright spots of colour that culminated in a great, golden sunburst of a star at the top of the tree. The music was loud enough to cover people’s conversations and provide a semblance of privacy, but not too loud that the guests had to shout at each other, playing a wide range of popular carols and songs that had prompted enough people to take to the dance floor that it was now quite full.
None of that mattered to Brandon, however. Nothing mattered at all, hadn’t mattered the moment the Tracy family had stepped through the great doors in full force, all decked out in their smart suits and commanding attention without even trying. Lady Penelope had glided forward in full hostess mood, greeting Jeff Tracy first with a kiss to each cheek and a musical laugh to whatever comment he made to her, before turning to each of the brothers and welcoming them each with a kiss of their own, leaving Gordon until last and breaking the pattern with a swift kiss to the lips. Brandon watched as Gordon had beamed, his entire person brightening up even more, brighter than the sun, and Brandon had to squash the pang of longing and jealousy forcefully. It wasn’t fair to indulge in those feelings. He and Alan had talked about it, had agreed to keep things just between them for now whilst things were so new and Alan still hadn’t, actually, come out to his family, and it was fine. Brandon loved Alan more than anything and wouldn’t ask anything from Alan that would make him uncomfortable, wouldn’t even think to ask.
Still, watching as Gordon pressed a kiss to Penelope’s hand and guided her onto the dance floor to spin her around in time to the music, Brandon couldn’t help the small part of him that wished that one day, he’d be able to scoop Alan up and sway with him on the dance floor as well.
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It didn’t take long for Alan to find him, or for him to find Alan, or for the two of them to gravitate together because really, they were like magnets in the way they managed to always seek each other out at gatherings like these. One of the advantages of being related to rich, powerful families was that they were often at gatherings for rich, powerful people and it was perfectly natural that a friendship would have sprung up between the two of them, providing a perfect cover story for their meet-ups. Even still, when they did inevitably find each other that evening, it was in a secluded doorway that seemed to be mostly hidden from the rest of the room, a door almost hidden by a heavy velvet curtain that Brandon was currently standing behind as he pressed Alan into the door frame, their lips sliding urgently over each other as hands gripped at suit jackets.
“Wait,” Alan gasped breathlessly, pulling back to gaze heavy lidded at Brandon. His lips were pink and puffy, and Brandon couldn’t help but lean forward to kiss them once, twice, three times more. Alan’s hands moved from where he was pulling Brandon’s hips closer to cup his cheeks instead, stopping Brandon from being able to distract him further. “I have something to tell you.”
“Can it wait?” asked Brandon, his question more of a plea.
“It’s important.”
“Alan…”
“I came out to my dad.”
That pulled Brandon up short, stopped him from trying to drop kisses down Alan’s neck, choosing to look Alan in the eye instead as he tried to gauge Alan’s feelings towards coming out to his dad.
“You did?”
“Yeah. I um… I told him that I had a boyfriend. I didn’t say it was you, because I know we agreed to go slow for now and not tell a whole bunch of people and I wanted to talk to you first before Dad knows, but yeah. He was okay about it and now he knows. He knows I like guys. Or I guess a guy. A specific guy. You-“
Brandon cut Alan’s nervous rambling off with a searing kiss, trying to pour as much love and support as possible into it until his brain managed to come up with adequate words to say. The moan Alan rewarded him with indicated Brandon’s success.
“I love you, so much. I’m so proud of you,” Brandon said when they finally pulled apart, thumb brushing the nape of Alan’s neck and arms resting on his shoulders. Alan’s face split into the widest grin.
“I love you too.”
“Are you staying the night?” Brandon asked, already tipping forward for another kiss, pushing Alan further back into the wall.
“Yes, why?”
“Because you’re amazing, hot as hell and we’ve been kissing for a while now and I don’t think it’d be a good idea to go back out with all those fancy people including our families.”
“...fuck.”
“My point exactly.”
“Follow me, I know a shortcut.”
Alan took one of Brandon’s hands, lacing their fingers together, and fumbled for the door behind them. Just as he was tugging Brandon through it, Brandon reached up and snagged the branch of mistletoe that was hanging unobtrusively above it, winking at Alan’s questioning look.
“For later,” he promised, and tried not to laugh as Alan started pulling him through the manor at a quicker pace.
Meanwhile, in this universe…
Brandon stifled a smile when he saw Alan yawn for the fifth time, easily making the calculations that were by now second nature when trying to determine the time zones and working out that it had now gone midnight for Alan and that Alan really needed to sleep. The conversation had drifted and meandered along, as it was prone to do when the two of them were talking, but Brandon couldn’t stop thinking about what Alan had said earlier, about the different universes with the different Alans and Brandons.
“Hey, Alan,” he said, and Alan blinked at him sleepily, already curled on his side with one arm tucked under his pillow.
“Hmm?”
“I think you’re right. About the different universes.”
“Of course. I’m super smart,” he bragged, and Brandon rolled his eyes, the move tempered by his huffed laugh.
“I know baby. But I think, even with all those different universes, there isn’t a single one where we don’t find each other.”
“No?”
“No. I think in every one we’re together, and that we’re happy.”
“I’m happy in this one. With you.”
“I know. And I’ll be with you tomorrow. Well. My tomorrow.”
“I know. I love you, Brandon.
“I love you too. I’ll see you at Christmas.”
“See you at Christmas.”
#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds 2015#tag team secret santa#secret santa 2020#Brandon Berringer#alan tracy#hodgehegposts
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BTHB
If I can’t have you.
Scott and the hood.
BTHB
If I can’t have you.
Scott and the hood.
Now, this was a tricky one, but I think I've managed it. Once again, thanks for the ask.
and we have another completed line YAY
@badthingshappenbingo
Prompt: If I Can't Have You
Fandom: Thunderbirds are Go
Characters: The Hood, Scott Tracy, Alan Tracy, Brandon Berringer, John Tracy
Genre: not whump as such but maybe a little angst?
Baldy vs The Bear
"Tracy Island," John's voice sounded tense as he sent the call through, "Alan and Brandon have disappeared."
Scott's eyebrows knit together. That kid ... 'The Bear' was a bad influence, and Alan could be so easily influenced. He knew it had been a bad idea, letting the two of them out on their own. At least with Gordon, he knew just how far to go. This one had no sense of responsibility whatsoever.
Kinda like him in his youth.
No wonder their dad went grey early on.
Heck, he himself was sporting a few streaks of his own.
He was debating whether to take out Thunderbird One to do a search and rescue ... and was trying to convince himself that it would be a whole waste of resources, when John chipped in ...
"The Hood's signature was very close by."
Well ... with that one sentence alone, the dynamic had changed. Now it had turned into a full scale kidnapping.
"Get me the coordinates," he barked, racing to the hidden wall.
John frowned, his fingers circling and sweeping across the holosphere.
"That's it," he responded, still sweeping the area, "they've , just vanished from the face of the earth. He must have been using some sort of cloaking tech."
"Keep trying, and give me their last coordinates. I'll work from there. And we'll have Virgil ready as back up."
And with that ... Scott was gone. His Silver 'Bird slicing through the sky, a fierce expression on his face.
If that bald headed creepy guy ever did anything to his kid brother, dammit, never mind Dad's policy of keeping people safe no matter who they were. He would pummel that ugly smirking face right into the middle of next week.
Searches were fruitless, and Scott's anxiety spiked.
It was getting late and he had to return home, as he was low on fuel as well as starting to feel tired.
Common sense told him that fatigue was the biggest killer of any pilot, no matter how good he was. So he made a note of the areas he and John had scanned and reluctantly headed home.
Not that he would be able to sleep. He was far too wired for that.
The only one to get a decent night's sleep ... was Gordon, but that had been a struggle, as they were all worried.
And then came the call they'd dreaded.
A hologram of the Hood, towered above them.
"Calling International Rescue, I have a couple of packages that I would like for an exchange."
Scott was ready to trade in anything for the return of his kid brother, but he knew that this man, once he found a weakness ... would keep demanding more and more.
So he kept him talking, whilst John tried to trace the signal.
"Oh, there's no need to do that," the Hood intoned, "I'll willingly give you the co-ordinates so that we can do a trade."
That flummoxed them all.
The Hood? Actually agreeing for a meet up?
What's the catch?
"No catch, just be here."
An icon popped up. A familiar mountainside retreat.
"And come alone, we don't need the whole cavalry in tow."
Just before he signed off, Scott heard a familiar yell and it chilled him to the bone. John appeared.
"Something's off."
"Yeah, no kidding."
"Just be safe ... okay?"
"Will do."
And once again, Scott was off in Thunderbird One, a slight delay because she was being refuelled and retrofitted with something Brains had come up with that 'might prove useful'.
Of course, they weren't stupid and ignored the Hood's request to meet alone. The GDF were contacted and also headed to the coordinates.
But, as he was approaching, the coordinates suddenly switched to a location a couple of miles away. And continued in an erratic fashion, before disappearing completely. In its place, was an emergency beacon.
Scott didn't like this at all. It could be a ruse, a trap so that he'd be left on his own. So he carefully approached, and found a smoking wreckage, smashed into the mountain.
As he got closer, a figure stumbled out, hands clasped over his ears and fell face down in the snow. It was the Hood and he didn't look too well at all.
A smirk crossed Scott's face.
Wow, those two must have done a real number on him. Good on them.
A heavy shadow from behind, heralded the arrival of a GDF carrier.
Putting his 'Bird on autopilot and checking his jetpack, he lowered himself to the ground and ignoring the Hood, headed straight into the stricken craft, half expecting Alan and Brandon manacled and tortured to within an inch of their lives.
Instead, he was greeted by his kid brother, wearing a silk shirt, far too large for his skinny little frame, and he was brushing his teeth.
And the speakers blasting out an old song "If I Can't Have You" by Yvonne Elliman.
"Oh, hey Scott," he said, his voice muffled by the brush, "how ya doing?"
Scott was shocked and he approached Alan, squeezing his limbs and tugging at the shirt for any bruising or injuries. Much to Alan's consternation.
"Hey! What gives? I'm fine."
"And Brandon?"
Alan chuckled and jabbed his thumb in the direction of a sheepish looking Bear, who mouthed 'sorry'
After rinsing his mouth and wiping his face with the shirt - no towels were available - Alan proceeded to tell Scott about the last few hours.
He and Brandon had gotten lost and the Hood, seeing an opportunity. Rather than leave them alone ... he took them in.
And that's when Brandon went on 'full Bear' on the Hood. Getting in his face, asking all kinds of questions. Even insisting on videoing everything on a live feed. But the signal was poor thanks to the tech in the Hood's craft.
Then, spotting how easily the Hood could be worn down, Alan started asking him if he would help with a science project that he'd been putting off for ages.
The last straw was when Brandon took over the controls of this hunk of junk and couldn't keep it in the sky. It kept changing directions and the steering was sticky. And finding the clunky old stereo that had a ton of cheesy old songs on it. And putting it on a loop AND full blast!
After changing back into his regular clothes, Alan accompanied Brandon and Scott outside, where The Hood was flanked by GDF soldiers and begging ...
"Please ... please ... get me the hell out of here and away from those two."
He looked dishevelled and the minute he spotted Brandon, he started shrieking at the top of his voice.
Maybe that'll teach him not to pick up strangers ....
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Inktober 2018 Day Eleven - 'Cruel'
"You know, that is cruel," John interjected, "as well as being a security breach."
Scott groaned and rubbed his face, pacing the bathroom. Virgil grinned as he piloted Thunderbird Two. Brandon jabbered incessantly.
"At least it'll get him off my back," Scott sounded exasperated "the kid hasn't stopped to take a breath. He's worse than Gordon and Alan combined."
"It's just dinner ...."
"With grandma in charge of cooking?"
"I'll patch through to Tracy Island and ask her to make her famous treacle toffee."
Brandon's face lit up.
"Did someone say toffee? I love the stuff."
#thunderbirds are go#inktober2018#inktober 2018#cruel#scott tracy#john tracy#virgil tracy#brandon berringer
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