#Gordon Tracy Whump

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Stick In The Mud (Febuwhump 2023 Day 12)

This fic contains fainting, confusion, severe storms causing mud slides and fears of death, please read with discretion.

"And now you're ignoring me." Alan said with a roll of his eyes. "This isn't exactly my kind of fun either, just so you know, so you don’t have to be such a stick in the mud.”

Gordon did not deign Alan with a response. He just kept trudging along, boots sinking deeper into the mud, and Alan had to rush to keep up with him.

While the rain had at last stopped, they were still drenched and Alan swore he could feel the cold seeping through his bones. Only his legs felt like they were burning, having to work extra hard just to get through the sludge.

"You know what we should do?" Alan said, if only to break the silence. "Next time John wants one last sweep of a whole area, we should just make him do it."

Gordon kept walking.

"Not that I actually mind, you know I love saving people and it's important work, but still. Can't more landslides happen like, I don't know, on a beach or something? But I guess sand sucks too."

Gordon kept walking.

"Hello Gordon, it's me, your brother. The one that's dying of bord-ah!" 

Alan jolted forward, his boot stuck in the mud as the rest of him continued on. He pinwheeled his arms, giving off another very manly screech, barely keeping himself upright.

Gordon did not laugh. He didn't even chuckle. He kept walking on even though there was no way Gordon had not seen that and there was absolutely no way it wouldn't have made him drop any pretence of anger towards Alan.

Struggling to get his boot from the mud without help, Alan caught up with him but Gordon just kept walking.

"Gordon." Alan said. "You're kinda freaking me out here. I thought Scott was meant to be the silent moody one."

Still nothing. Alan forced his heart to settle. Maybe Gordon was just tired. Hell, maybe he had put ear buds in when Alan hadn't been paying attention. 

"Can you hear me?"

Gordon's eyes at last flicked to Alan. 

"You can! You know, you don't need to be so rude."

"I'm going to faint."

"What?"

"I'm going to faint." Gordon said.

And with that, Gordon’s eyes rolled back.

Alan swore, launching himself toward Gordon. Alan twisted, making sure that he fell first, keeping Gordon's head from hitting the ground. His heart racing, Alan set aside his own sore body to focus on Gordon.

He was breathing, thank god, but his eyes were closed and his body was still. Gordon was never still. Alan couldn't put Gordon in the recovery position, the mud would risk obstructing his airway anyway, but he kept his brother safe in his arms and activated his radio.

"Alpha-4 to Base, Alpha-4 to Base."

Static.

Alan forced himself to be patient, watching the rise and fall of his brothers chest. Still breathing. There should have been a response by now. Maybe no one was listening to the radio. But over fifty personnel including his other brothers should be on the frequency, surely someone at Base should hear him. Surely someone would care that there was an emergency, surely someone would care that Gordon was unconscious.

Gordon was breathing. He was still breathing but at any moment he could stop and then he’ll die and it will all be Alan’s fault so why the hell was no one responding?

"This is Base, go ahead Alpha-4." A woman's voice echoed.

Hope surged in Alan's chest.

"I have a man down, I repeat man down. Twenty four year old male, unconscious but breathing normally. No sign of injury, over."

"Copy Alpha-4," The woman said. "Sending med-evac to your-"

"Alan!" Scott's voice cut in. "What the hell happened?"

Despite being mostly calm until now, hearing Scott's voice made Alan's eyes sting and his chest tighten. This wasn’t just some other patient, this was Gordon. Gordon was in his arms and he was unconscious and the world felt like it was falling down around him.

"We were walking,” Alan said. “And I was trying to talk to him but he was ignoring me but then I - Gordon!"

Gordon blinked sluggishly, staring up at Alan. He tried to sit up and Alan let him, keeping him steady with a hand on his elbow, but when Gordon tried to stand Alan kept him on the ground.

“Slow,” Alan said. “You shouldn’t stand just yet.”

Gordon looked at Alan straight in the eye and stood anyway. Immediately he was on the ground again, Alan barely keeping his head safe for the second time.

“Told you.” Alan said, trying to settle his racing heart.

If Gordon could hear him, he ignored him, glazed eyes not quite looking at Alan but passed him as he tried standing up yet again.

"Alan?" Scott barked. "Alan, what's happening?"

Alan refused to answer the radio, too busy trying to keep Gordon from making himself pass out for the third time. 

"Gordon," Alan said. "I need you to-"

"I'm all good." Gordon slurred, waving a hand.

Alan rushed to grip onto Gordon’s arm as his older brother launched upwards, Alan barely keeping him in the mud. Gordon tugged back his arm, glaring at Alan with half open eyes.

"I'm fine." Gordon snapped.

"Don't make me claim New York." Alan said.

Even in his stupor Gordon understood. He twisted towards Alan, slowly, giving Alan a chance to take it back. Alan didn’t. If Gordon was going to be such a pain in the ass then Alan was going to take all the precautions he needed to keep his brother safe.

"You wouldn’t." Gordon breathed.

"Try me." Alan said.

Alan met Gordon's eyes, dropping his expression into the best Serious face he could. It took more effort than he liked to admit to not laugh staring at his brother like this, especially since they were both absolutely covered in mud, but the memory of Gordon dropping right in front of him kept him well aware of the stakes.

They did not know why Gordon had collapsed, or at least Alan didn't. Until he was cleared by medical, Alan was not going to let him stand up let alone go anywhere even if he had to invoke the New York Protocol.

Gordon of all people, even disoriented, should know the severity of the New York Protocol just as Alan, even worried, knew it. 

"Alan." Scott's voice echoed through the radio. "If you don't fucking talk right now and tell me what's wrong with Gordon I'm going to kill you both."

Gordon rolled his eyes, reaching to grab Alan's radio. Alan knocked the hand away.

"He's okay." Alan reported.

"What's his vitals?" Scott demanded. "John can't see anything because of the storm."

"He's conscious and talking," Alan said. "Pupils seem a little off but he's a lot more aware of what's going on."

"He," Gordon said. "Is right here."

"He," Alan replied. "Passed out so he has to put up with Brother mode unless you want New York."

Gordon glared at him but made no further comment as Alan and Scott confirmed their position. The med-evac was already coming of course, Virgil had torn away from Base with Thunderbird 2 the moment he had heard the man down according to Scott, but it was good to fill the silence with something. 

It shouldn't be much longer before Virgil arrives but Alan still startled when a big rain drop fell on his head. If Gordon was already weak, another storm would just make everything worse. Now that they had been sitting in the mud for a while, the burning heat in Alan's legs had faded but the cold quickly replaced it. 

Holding back a shiver, Alan glanced around to see if Thunderbird 2 was near. They should have been able to hear it by now but as thunder rumbled, Alan simply could not see or hear the rescue vehicle. 

The next voice that came over the radio wasn't Scott's or Virgil's or even John’s but the woman from earlier.

"Base to Alpha-4, Base to Alpha-4."

"Alpha-4 receiving, over."

"Seek immediate shelter, I repeat, seek immediate shelter. The storm has shifted. Seek immediate shelter. Over."

So much for waiting for a med-evac.

"Acknowledged Base." Alan clicked off the radio. "You heard her, we gotta move."

Gordon did not so much as twitch.

Of course now that he had to stand up Gordon would refuse. Typical annoying brother doing typical annoying brother things. Except none of this was typical. Gordon was never that still, nor that quiet, and even as Alan shifted his grip from Gordon’s elbow to his hand, Gordon did not meet his eye.

"Gordon." Alan said. “We need to go.”

“Go.” Gordon echoed, blinking slowly.

Gordon’s hand was limp in Alan’s.

Alan jolted as another rain drop hit him, and another, and all of a sudden it wasn’t just drops but outright rain. Lightning arced across the sky but Gordon was still just sitting there, staring at nothing, as if he hadn’t even noticed it.

Alan fumbled for his radio.

“Scott.”

“Talk to me Alan.”

“Scott, he’s not moving.”

“The hell you mean?”

The rain hit harder, the mud around them growing ever more dangerous. Thunder boomed just as Alan tried to speak so he waited, his heart pounding against his chest.

“He’s just staring.”

“Is he breathing?” Scott asked. 

“Scott he’s not moving.”

“Alan. I need you to focus. Is he breathing?”

It had become darker but Alan could still see Gordon’s chest move in time with his lungs. 

“Yes.” Alan said.

“That’s good.” Scott said. “Is there any shelter where you are?”

It was strange to realise the same man that had yelled at him just a few minutes ago was now speaking so calmly. Alan had heard that voice before, the voice Scott used on civilians that were panicking, but normally it wasn’t directed at him.

Oh. 

That’s why Scott was speaking like that; Alan’s entire body was shaking and his chest was aching and he hadn’t even noticed. How fast had he been talking, how much did he repeat himself? Scott knew what a panicked Alan was like even if it was usually Virgil who noticed first so he was already playing damage control.

Gordon was still staring and Alan’s hands were still shaking. What a pair they made, covered in mud and unable to stand.

“Alan, can you hear me?”

Really, Alan should be better than this. He had seen the most terrible of things, just today he had helped in the recovery of an entire family from the landslide, he should be able to deal with one small storm and a confused Gordon. 

“Is there shelter?” Scott asked again.

Alan looked around. He couldn’t see anything but mud and rain and Gordon. 

“No.”

“Virgil is nearly there,” Scott said. “Watch the hills, there might be more slides.”

Gordon blinked slowly. He tilted his head, looking up at Gordon with hooded eyes.

“Slide.” Gordon mumbled. 

Gordon’s hand twitched in Alan’s and his whole body shifted, trying to stand.

“Slide…” He said again. 

“Gordie, we need to wait for Virg, okay?” Alan said, his voice shaking even to himself. “How are you feeling?”

Gordon blinked, processing the question. Lightning lit up the sky and Gordon jumped alongside Alan so Alan took that as progress.

“Alan?” Gordon said. “It’s raining.”

“Yeah, bro, it’s raining.”

“You’re shaking… We should go inside.”

Alan wasn’t sure if it was just rain getting in his eyes but they were stinging. His entire back was hurting now as well as his ribs but no matter how hard he tried to calm himself down he couldn’t. Alan felt stupid sitting here panicking when it had been Gordon who passed out but he. Just. Could. Not. Stop.

A rush of mud came at them and Alan clutched onto Gordon, wanting to, no needing to, protect him. The mud didn’t even reach them but it had still done damage. Alan couldn’t breathe at all now. Gordon could have died and it was Alan’s fault that they had taken so long with the final sweep of the area and now they were stuck here and Alan couldn’t breathe and Gordon looked so confused and they were going to die here.

Thunder rumbled and Alan sobbed. 

More lightning flashed but it stayed longer this time almost like it hadn’t been lightning at all. No, Alan knew that brightness. He had helped Virgil replace that bulb not two weeks ago.

Thunderbird 2 came closer to them, jerking to the side with a gust of wind. 

More mud spilled around them and Alan felt himself sinking lower. Gordon had wrapped his arms around Alan but Alan was supposed to be the one protecting Gordon. Thunderbird 2’s propulsion system set off another mud slide and Alan’s entire body shook.

Alan couldn’t see anything anymore. The sky had grown too dark and the lights of Thunderbird 2 had faded away. Virgil must have not seen them. Alan should light a flare or wave or something. Something other than sit there shaking.

“Alan! Gordon!” A voice called. 

That couldn’t be Virgil. Virgil had not seen them. He had continued on. They were going to be lost here forever in the mud and the rain and the cold and something was wrong with Gordon but there was nothing Alan could do to fix it.

Gordon pulled away from him, no, Gordon was being pulled away from him by the mud but Alan clutched onto him with a sob.

“I need you to let him go Allie.” A voice said.

No, Alan couldn’t let him go. Gordon was his brother, he was not going to let anything take him away.

“Alan,” The voice said. “It’s going to be okay but I need you to let him go.”

Alan knew that voice. He had grown up hearing it, he had grown up loving it. Virgil had always sounded so cool no matter what he said and Alan had always wanted to grow up as fast as he could so that he could sound so macho.

Wait a moment… 

“Virgil?” Alan croaked.

“It’s me Bud,” Virgil said and Alan felt a hand cup his cheek. “Do you think you can let me help Gordon? I promise you, I’m not going to leave you. I just need to get him to 2 but then I’ll be right back.”

“I can walk.” Alan said but even as he said it he knew it wasn’t true. “Virg… I don’t feel right…”

“It’s just shock, Allie.” Virgil said. “You’re going to be just fine.”

Alan hummed. Virgil would never lie to him yet the world still went black and Alan was left alone.

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Alan was on his back. 

He was warm, too warm. But that didn’t make any sense. Just a moment ago he was soaked with mud and rain and yet now he was dry and there was something soft laid over him. 

“Alan, can you hear me?”

Alan knew that voice too. It was different from Virgil’s but Alan loved it all the same. His eyes cracked open but just as quickly he closed them again, the ceiling above him much too bright.

“If you can hear me, squeeze my hands.”

“Really?” Alan mumbled.

“Yes, really,” The voice chuckled. “Though I guess I already have my answer.”

When he tried to open his eyes again he found a shadow blocking the bright lights, a halo shining through red hair. 

“You shouldn’t be here.” Alan said.

John’s brow quirked. 

“I mean,” Alan said quickly. “Someone needs to be on Thunderbird 5 and-“

“Relax, Alan, EOS is handling communications at the moment. You and Gordon needed me more.”

Alan snapped up, too fast for John to stop him and his head spun.

“Easy there,” John said, a hand on Alan’s shoulder. “Gordon’s fine, he’s back with it now.”

“He passed out.”

“I know,” John said. “You both had hypothermia it’s just that Gordon went into shock before you did. We’re lucky you managed to call it in so quickly, it could have been a lot worse.”

“I need to see him.”

“You need to rest.”

“John, I need to see him.”

“You can see him when you’re out of the woods first. Don’t make me call New York on you.”

Alan stiffened. 

“You wouldn’t.”

John laughed and the sound was like a melody. He eased Alan back down until he was on his back again, readjusting Alan’s blanket.

“I don’t even need to claim New York because you know how important it is to look after your own health first.”

“Bullshit.” Scott’s voice broke in.

Alan was sitting upright again in an instant, blinking back blurs as he took in the silhouette of Scott. Scott was pushing a hospital wheelchair and on that chair was Gordon. Gordon looked exhausted and there was an tube snaking up his arm connected to a IV pole on the chair but he was alive and he was breathing and he was okay and Alan was crying.

“I’m sorry.” Alan sobbed.

He knew that he was acting like a lost child but he simply could not stop the tears from flowing.

Scott brought Gordon all the way up to Alan’s bed and Gordon reached up, grabbing Alan’s hand and squeezing it tightly.

“We’re okay.” Gordon said. “Everything’s okay.”

With Gordon holding his hand, John kept a hand on Alan’s shoulder while Scott leaned on the side of the bed, a hand resting on his leg.

“Virgil?” Alan suddenly said, his chest seizing.

Virgil had gone into the storm to rescue them. He could have developed hypothermia too or even go into shock or maybe he had been pulled away or sucked under by the mud slides. 

What if Virgil was dead, having sacrificed himself for Alan and Gordon? Alan didn’t think he would ever be able to forgive himself.

“Right here, Allie.” A voice rumbled. 

Virgil came around the other side of Alan’s bed and Alan found himself just sobbing harder seeing his brother safe. Virgil ran a hand through Alan’s hair and he melted into the touch. 

“Rest,” Scott said. “We can talk in the morning.”

Alan didn’t want to sleep. He wanted to stay here forever, surrounded by his brothers, his friends. He didn’t want to sleep yet now that he felt warm his eyes were beginning to droop. He was safe here. He was loved here.

He let himself let go without needing the threat of the New York Protocol. 

#my writing #fanfiction #ao3 link #whump #whump fic #febuwhump2023 #febuwhumpday12 #hypothermia #shock #passing out #death mention #thunderbirds are go #Gordon Tracy Whump #Alan Tracy Whump #mudslide

[gumnut-logic]

“I’ve got you. You’re okay, I’ve got you.”

Virgil tried to answer but his throat was too dry. A familiar blue-gloved hand wrapped around fingers frozen by desperation.

He had been clinging to the side of the building for what seemed like hours, his suit jacket and his strength his only protection against a fall that not even a Thunderbird could recover from.

Scott’s jetpack hissed against the wind.

“C’mon, Virgil, you can let go now.”

He didn’t think he could.

“Gordon has you secure. You’re not going to fall.”

Far above him, standing in the remains of the window Virgil had smashed through, Gordon peered down, hands holding the safety line that was, no doubt, secured to the building’s core. Worry emanated through his little brother’s helmet, even through his professional façade.

Emotion bounced off the glass of the skyscraper.

Virgil’s feet dangled into nothing.

He couldn’t let go.

Scott had his body wrapped around him, the grapple packs in his baldric pressing into Virgil’s spine.

“You can let go.” It was like the whisper that had haunted him through those apparent hours that couldn’t have been hours because International Rescue did not take that long to respond.

But it was only one hand that had stopped their fall. One wrist, one set of extensors, one brachioradialis, one set of biceps, triceps, deltoids…his medical knowledge listed off the possible damage. The height, the impact, the strain…he struggled in a breath. “I…can’t…”

His brother’s arms tightened around him. The rescue harness clinked and for the barest of moments Virgil thought he had dropped the little boy.

But Jeffrey was safe. Virgil’s brothers had seen to that, moments after securing the both of them.

Virgil had held him so tight.

That arm lay limp, draped over his brother’s blue bicep.

Blood dripped into infinity.

“I’ve got you.” That voice had saved him so many times.

Those blue-gloved fingers ever so gently prodded at his grip on the flimsy flag pole that had saved two lives by its simple existence.

Pain.

For a moment, he automatically gripped tighter, but that hurt even more and his body spasmed in response.

And Virgil finally let go with a gasp of both fear and relief.

Those arms immediately tightened around him, catching him before he could drop even a millimetre. “I’ve got you. You’re okay, I’ve got you.”

All the breath in his belly rushed out between his teeth as the broken muscles in his arm attempted to contract…and couldn’t.

But then he was moving. Wrapped in brother, he shot up, past the windows that had flashed in the opposite direction earlier, the remains of the sun still glinting sharp sparks.

And then there were more brother hands. “God, Virg, you know how to play the hero.”

Virgil grunted as Scott and Gordon ever so gently lowered him onto a hoverstretcher.

Virgil found his eyes closed.

He forced them open. “Jeffrey?”

Gordon answered. “He’s safe with his mom and the paramedics. More a fright than anything else. A few scratches and one hell of a tale to tell.” A sigh of exasperation as Gordon began strapping up his arm, ever so gentle. “You do know that you don’t have actual wings, right? You’re not actually the embodiment of Thunderbird Two, despite all the heavy lifting.”

That only deserved a grunt, so that’s what it got.

Scott had taken a pair of scissors to Virgil’s expensive suit. Probably to get to the cut in his shoulder.

A hand brushed back his hair from his forehead and he found himself looking up at Gordon again.

There was something in his eyes.

Virgil would have reached up a hand to reassure his little brother, but both were currently unavailable.

A flicker of a smile danced across Gordon’s face and he went back to securing Virgil’s arm.

Virgil turned his head just enough to see Scott.

All business. Lips thinned in determination and concentration.

Virgil watched him work.

“How is he?” Kayo startled him as she always did, appearing out of nowhere.

That, at least, explained the lack of a crowd in the room.

It had been such a good party, too. Art, charity, good company. He smiled.

“He’s alive.” A touch to his cheek. “Virgil, talk to me.” The worry in Scott’s eyes hurt.

Virgil swallowed and sobered immediately. “He fell through the broken window.”

“And you jumped after him.”

“He’s her son!”

Scott stared at him a moment. “As if that mattered.” And his brother was moving.

The hoverstretcher rose with him and Virgil closed his eyes in sudden dizziness. “I had to.”

A hand was in his hair again, but this one was bigger. “I know.”

They were hit with a wall of sound and light, forcing Virgil to close his eyes tight, as his other senses tangled in the energy in the room.

Kayo’s sharp words and the movements of IR security backed off the calamity somewhat, but the shouts of ‘Hero!’, ‘Thank you, International Rescue!” and “We love you!” still bounced around Virgil’s head.

A sharp command from Scott and the ‘stretcher moved into quiet surrounds and elevator machinery was lifting his belly off the planet.

“Two’s on the roof.” Gordon made it sound like a haven as well as a threat since his little brother was the reason she was there and not at the London GDF base where Virgil had left her.

The evening air was far too familiar.

He forced his eyes open, looking for his girl, but instead One drifted sharply into his eyesight.

He stared. The speed in those massive engines was likely the only reason he and Jeffrey weren’t smears on the pavement far below.

He wouldn’t have been able to hold on. He had been slipping that very moment his brother had streaked into the sky. His arms had caught Virgil and Jeffrey before they could fall.

“Thank you.”

The hand in his hair was stroking softly.

Quietly determined and reassuring all at once. “Anytime, little brother.”

An exhaled breath.

“Anytime.”

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #virgil tracy #scott tracy #gordon tracy #nuttyfic reblog #I did try to create something else #but ran out of steam #virgil!whump #whump

[idontknowreallywhy]

Commute day again! Today’s unedited train snippet is based on horrifying recent events in my own life.

I think it falls roughly within the fluffwhump category.

This was going to be a Gordon-centric fic but he didn’t quite experience the level of indignation I felt was merited, so big brother had to step up.

Hereby claiming “smirk” for Fluffember

Stress Relief

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Scott stood frozen in the middle of the room and felt the last shreds of sanity slip from his fingertips.

How could this have happened?

It had disrupted his understanding of the universe, as if reality itself had finally betrayed him.

The only anchor to his old life, the innocent, trusting life he had lived up until this juncture, was Gordon. His beloved little brother who was writhing on the floor at his feet, shaking and crying…

And howling with laughter.

At him.

Scott opened his mouth to raise an objection to his brother’s frivolous attitude to this disaster but no words came out. Instead, he coughed and spat foul tasting green slime on to the carpet.

It glittered offensively at him.

“H….hooooow?” He croaked desperately.

No explanation was forthcoming - the slippery little fish had rolled on to his stomach and was beating the floor with his fist. Scott spat more slime at him. He probably deserved it.

Wait, did he? Had this been a prank?

Bewilderment was shunted aside by anger.

“GORDON!! WHAT DID YOU DO?”

His brother looked up at him, eyes streaming:

“It wasn’t me, bro” Gordon gasped then bit on his own fist in an apparent attempt to regain some semblance of control “you’re not supposed to squeeze them that hard”.

A tiny seahorse figure fell from the end of Scott’s nose and Gordon dissolved into another fit of giggles.

Scott looked down at the slimy rubbery mess in his clenched fist and frowned, the confusion returning with backup.

“But isn’t… isn’t that… the… ENTIRE POINT?”

He waved the remains of Gordon’s puffer fish toy to emphasis his point and gloop splattered on to the ceiling. To join the rest of the gloop on the ceiling.

“It’s a stress ball! You squeeze the indestructible ball, it remains indestructible and you feel less stressed afterwards! THAT’S WHAT IT’S FOR!!”

Scott’s voice teetered on the edge of a whine.

“Yeah but none of them are really that robust big bro, particularly not in the face of Mr Big Cheese Businessman levels of stress.”

Uhoh. Scott looked down at the brand new, ridiculously expensive designer suit his PA had quietly handed him when he’d turned up ten minutes before the board meeting fresh off the back of a muddy rescue.

The suit oozed at him.

It was apt really. Some of the board members had oozed too. He’d just been sharing some of the ludicrous highlights with his little brother (who was always pleasingly sympathetic on the topic of corporate hogwash) and had absent-mindedly picked the actionably-falsely-advertised item off his brother’s bedside table to toss from hand to hand as he ranted.

He blinked rapidly as something slid into his field of vision. Gordon stood and gently plucked a tiny glittery shark from his commander’s eyebrow.

“Let’s get you cleaned up shall we?” Sympathetic tone and matching facial expression were being masterfully deployed.

“NOT my room. This stuff will ruin my nice carpet.” He sagged. “Honestly Gordo, it was such a tiny thing… how is there so much of this… ick?”

Brown eyes twinkled as Gordon smirked knowingly. “One of the mysteries of the cosmos, big brother.”

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Gordon steered his slimy brother into his own en-suite and closed the door behind him, turning away to survey the sparkling chaos his brother had created.

There was a pause. Gordon could hear the shower switch on and some indistinct muttering from the other side of the door. Then a cough, followed by a snort, followed by a bark of laughter.

Gordon smiled to himself. Maybe not quite what the designer had planned, but the little toy might have had its intended effect after all.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #gordon tracy #idontknowreallywhy fanfic #thunderfluff #fluffwhump #fluffember2023 #fluffember #whump fluff #whumpfluff #epic goo disaster

[lenfantdeverone]

WIP Wednesday???

Am I still in time..???? Idk????? But I'm struggling with this new chapter I'm working on, but there's this particular section I'm really proud of so here it is. I've never done something like this so....... here's me feeding you some Gordon content

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With his eyes fixed on his national flag, Gordon mouthed the lyrics of the anthem distantly, but his mind was somewhere else already. He was longing for the warmth of his family; he couldn’t wait to call them and hear what they had to say about his Olympic performance. He had worked so hard for so many years to fit in with his overachieving, over-exceeding, extremely successful, smart and respected older brothers; in that moment, he finally felt worthy of his own surname. The loud cheering was nothing but a whisper as Gordon solemnly closed his eyes, rubbing his gold medal with his thumb. He had finally shown the world that he too was capable of doing great things, he had finally earned the respect he so desperately craved, and he had proved himself to be an honourable heir to his late father’s legacy. He couldn’t wait to finally hug his brothers and feel like he deserved their love and support. He couldn’t wait to get home and feel like he belonged there. For the first time ever, Gordon felt at ease, fully satisfied with himself, he was proud of what he had accomplished and he couldn’t wait to achieve even bigger successes. He had his whole life ahead, he had a supportive and loving family made of geniuses and respectable members of society, and he had proved to be worthy of it all. He had fought to get where he was standing, he worked so hard, and he felt like he finally deserved a moment of self-appreciation.

He smiled to himself, waving at the cameras. The flashing lights almost blinded him as he posed happily for the photographers, but the young Olympic Champion didn’t really mind. Gordon breathed in deeply, the stinging and chemical smell of chlorine filling his lungs: he loved it so much. He couldn’t wait to be back in the water, swimming until he run out of breath, his skin burning hot and his muscles aching and throbbing. He loved that exhausting feeling when he pushed his body beyond its limits. He could only feel satisfied when he knew he had given everything his soul could give, melting into the water in a puddle of exhausted sweat. He looked forward to push himself even further in the next Olympics, letting the water guide him as if they were a single being. Water was his everything, his sole beloved companion. Anything could happen in the four years that separated him from his certain next Olympic success, but that was the only thing Gordon knew could never change: he was water at his core.

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds 2015 #gordon tracy #gordon whump #it's going to get real sad

[tippystreasurebox]

For better or worse

[Ao3]

Summary:

One-shot cause I really needed to write something XD

Gordon can't catch a break, but at least he has someone ready to pull him out of the fire.

Grit dug into his cheek as he lay across the asphalt, the burn of it raking across his skin not nearly as painful as the searing heat on his back. Head pounding, Gordon tried to push himself up from the torturous road, the need to reorient himself overshadowing the ringing of his ears and blurring of watery vision.

"Pen-" came out choked from smoke hanging in the air. She'd been right in front of him, but now he couldn't find her and that sent new waves of terror through his chest.

Gordon made it to his knees when hands grabbed his shoulders from behind, fingers wrapping into the fabric of his ruined shirt to guide him to his feet. He didn't have a chance to turn before he was led farther from the fiery wreckage. The heat difference was almost immediate as he was moved to the safety of another vehicle and he collapsed onto his rear to sit against the cool metal.

"Gordon?" Penelope's voice sent bright amber eyes wide as Gordon found her crouching in front of him.

"Pen!" Instinctively, his hand reached out to cradle her face, the image of red trickling past her ear catching his breath. "You okay?"

"Just fine, darling," she smiled, leaning into his touch. "You took most of the blast, I'm afraid."

The blast had been their rental car, one Gordon had greatly enjoyed driving up until getting in after the gala and hearing an ominous click. With his head clearing, he leaned over, peering around their cover to see the vehicle in flames. Wincing, the aquanaut turned back to the woman who'd pulled him far enough away before the bomb had detonated. "That was pretty close, huh?"

"Too close." Penelope took his improving state as a sign to join him against the car, leaning into his side as he wrapped an arm around her. "I'm sorry. I should've checked."

"No reason to check, you're not on assignment, remember?" Gordon placed a kiss on top of her disheveled curls. "Honeymoons don't usually come with assassination attempt warnings."

The cry of sirens in the distance was a welcome comfort as they both recognized the danger of a potential assassin still lurking, waiting to ensure the job was done. If someone was out there, though, Gordon doubted they would try again with the authorities on the way. The sound of a ship stealthily landing on a cleared area of the parking lot solidified that idea. Kayo emerged moments later, a med kit bumping against the aquanaut's leg as she assessed the situation.

"That was quick," Gordon teased as a wad of gauze pressed into his cheek. "Ow."

"Happened to be in the area," Kayo offered with a telling smile. She was there extra security - secret extra security apparently, but he wasn't about to complain. "Wish I could've been here sooner."

As he was encouraged to lean forward so she could examine his back, Gordon found himself wishing the same. Penelope's fingers interlacing with his own drew his attention away from those thoughts and he returned a gentle squeeze. Being a little singed was okay as long as they made it through the ordeal alive.

"Hey, it's our honeymoon," Gordon grinned. "Things are supposed to get hot."

And the subtle laughter from the woman in his arms was worth the body aches.

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #gordon tracy #lady penelope #penelope creighton ward #pen and ink #pen&ink #whump

[hebuiltfive]

WIP WEDNESDAY !!!

I'm starting to think that my multi-chaptered fics I have planned/started posting will only be posted from here on out once all the story has been written. Writing and posting chapter to chapter has been super stressful, so to alleviate that it might be a while before I post any chapters to any of my longer stories. Sorry about that!

But for the time being, here's a little Gordon v Hood. This story has been my happy place, even if this short snippet is anything but happy. Mild warnings for implied whump; it's not described in detail in this segment but just a heads up!

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The figure by the window, a little less shadowy now Gordon's vision was starting to slowly clear, turned around. The loud scraping as Gordon tried and failed to stand had seemingly brought their attention back to him. The figure moved closer, taking the seat to Gordon's right. It didn't seem to matter if Gordon sat at the head of this kitchen table; the figure was to remain firmly in charge.

"Good. You're awake. I must remember to lower the dosage of that sedative. It's been terribly boring waiting for you to come back around."

Gordon knew that voice. It was a voice that haunted his dreams, more so now than ever after his accident. His eyes were still blurry but, after a couple of blinks, he could make out the shiny, bald head and the bright cat-like eyes. He could see the Hood leering and, while Gordon still couldn't remember exact details, he knew whatever situation he'd got himself into this time wasn't a good one.

#fic: second fiddle #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderfam #five fics #gordon tracy #the hood #implied whump

[katblu42]

Just a Little Setback

For the Whump Couch challenge organised by @uniwolfcorn, here is our contribution. Fic by me, awesome art (and assistance with story ideas) by the wonderful @nourelle-tracy.

A little bit of FishTank post SOS hurt/comfort for you all.

Just a Little Setback

Four o’clock in the afternoon was far too early to feel this sleepy. Okay, granted Gordon was still healing from some very nasty injuries, and taking some medications that had a tendency to wipe him out for a while, but lately his sleep schedule had evened out into a consistent pattern and this was not normal.

Sleepy and hot.  Okay, so they lived in the tropics and hot was a relative term, but lounging on the couch in the sunken lounge area usually didn’t have him feeling like a reptile under a heat lamp.

He considered letting his eyes drift closed and settling in for a nap, but Virgil would be here any minute to help him through his daily physio exercises. 

Thirsty.  He was incredibly thirsty.

Gordon could normally roll himself up into a sitting position and reach for his water bottle in one smooth move, but today the motion had his vision suddenly full of sparkles and the whole room spinning.

A steadying hand landed on his shoulder.  Large, strong, but gentle.

“Gordon?”

“I’m fine, Virgil.” He immediately regretted giving the automatic response.  Medic mode level one was already engaged before his big brother had even spoken, and that answer was likely to dial up the smothering to at least level five, if not all the way up to ten.

The water bottle was deposited into Gordon’s hand, and as he took a swig, cool fingers traced across the uninjured side of his forehead, brushing damp hair back from his eyes.

“Wanna try that again, Squid?”  Virgil’s deep baritone and soft brown eyes both exuded concern as he knelt in front of the couch where Gordon sat trying not to look as helpless as he felt.  A medscanner appeared as if by magic, no doubt procured from some pocket or other.  Yep – medic mode was definitely fully engaged now.

Gordon let out a huge sigh, which then left him feeling slightly dizzy and had him gladly leaning into the security of that familiar hold Virgil still had on his shoulder.

“Feeling sleepy,” Gordon confessed.  “And hot.”

“Mmm.”  Virgil studied the readings from the medscanner.  “You’re running a fever.  Looks like that head wound of yours has become infected.”

Gordon merely groaned in answer.

The fingers returned to stroke through his hair again.

“Don’t worry, Gords.  It’s just a little setback.  We’ll get it sorted, I promise.”

Virgil encouraged Gordon to drink more of his water, then disappeared to grab some supplies from the infirmary and talk to Grandma about antibiotics to treat the infection.  He returned minutes later and began carefully removing the bandage from Gordon’s forehead.

Gordon wasn’t sure when, but at some point during Virgil’s ministrations Grandma had appeared and given him some pills and another glass of water.  Antibiotics to treat the infection.  He wasn’t thrilled about yet another medication to add to the list, but he knew better than to argue with Grandma.

The cool dampness of the cloth Virgil applied to clean the wound was a welcome relief from the unrelenting heat of the fever and Gordon counted himself lucky to have family around him to take care of him like this.  His heavy-lifting brother’s hands were reassuringly steady, every action perfectly deliberate, but ever so gentle as he finished redressing the wound.

“Now get some rest, little brother,” Virgil said softly once he was done.  “You can sleep here, or I can take you up to your room if you’d rather sleep in your own bed.”

He wanted to protest, but one look into those big brown eyes and he knew he didn’t have it in him to fight the mother bear right now.

“I’ll stay here,” was his meek reply.

Virgil gave a nod as a fond smile crept across his face, and he sat on the couch beside his injured brother, gently easing them both into a position such that Gordon lay with his head cradled in a  pillow on his big brother’s lap.  One cheek rested against the warm flannel of Virgil’s shirt and he could hear the rhythm of a heartbeat. The gentle rise and fall of each breath almost felt like the lull of waves rocking a boat on the water.

Again the stroking fingers returned, along with the musical vibration of Virgil’s soft humming. A familiar tune, one of Gordon’s favourites.  Who knew sea shanties could be such good lullabies.

#the whump couch #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds fanart #gordon tracy #virgil tracy #nourelle-tracy #uniwolfcorn #whump #infection #fever

[phading]

Shots of Various Kinds - Chapter 3, I PROMISE, is Up!

Final chapter just posted on A03. Where would he go? He’s cornered, trapped, hurting, betrayed, stuck in the past, terrified. Think like Gordon. Think! Where would he go?

Suddenly Virgil knew. He just knew.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderfam #gordon tracy #virgil tracy #scott tracy #alan tracy #john tracy #whump #angst #hurt/comfort #a phade fic #phading #read the tags

[skymaiden32]

Here is my entry for @uniwolfcorn ‘s Whump Couch, ft. her boy Alan! ^^ (Sorry if this is a little late)

Artwork (base by Uni, Alan by me):

Story:

Consequences

AO3 link here

Fandom: Thunderbirds

When Alan is injured on a rescue and keeps it secret from his brothers, he learns very quickly that hiding these sorts of things has consequences.

Continuity: TOS

Tagging: @dragonoffantasyandreality @thundergeek59 @janetm74 @katblu42 @liseylou @amistrio @uniwolfcorn (Please ask if you would like to be updated when I update or write new stories)

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It had started in his left arm, a tingly sensation that was his only warning something was wrong before the limb went entirely numb. He barely remembered the fall that caused it. All he remembered was practically his entire weight falling on top of it. He’d brushed off his brothers’ worried questions, but now he wanted to call it quits. Get Scott to call Virgil over and patch him up. Hell, he knew he should’ve done just that. But they’d only been in the Danger Zone for two hours. And given how extensive the flooded area was, with so many people who needed their help, Alan knew they would be there for a full day at the least. They couldn’t afford to have a man down right now.

So Alan had stayed, avoiding the problem with typical Tracy stubbornness, and pushed through. The more he did, the worse the pain became, spreading across his entire being until he couldn’t take it any longer. By the end, he felt like his entire body was on fire. He let out a small sigh of relief when it was finally time to go home. He noticed Scott’s concerned glare in his direction as they packed up the equipment, Gordon and Virgil giving him similar looks, and he tried to push down the wave of guilt.

Now, he watched Virgil start pre-flight checks, flicking on controls tiredly, but with enough experience and training behind him that no-one was afraid of him falling asleep at the wheel. The engines roared into life, and the great green ship took to the sky, not far behind her silver sister. Gordon took notice of the exact moment his little brother blacked out from the pain, and sighed, catching Virgil’s attention.

“Welp.” The aquanaut began, popping the p. “I don’t know how he did it, but he managed to hide it for almost the whole time. I didn’t even realise something was wrong till we were packing up.”

Virgil huffed, switching Thunderbird Two to auto-pilot and moving from his pilot’s chair to where his youngest brother lay motionless in one swift motion. “He had me fooled too.” He was ashamed to admit it. Virgil was the medic, he was supposed to notice. Now, he grimaced when he saw the state of Alan’s arm. His brother was lucky this wasn’t worse. “And we both know Scott would’ve gone into full panic Smotherhen mode if he’d noticed anything wrong.” Virgil moved to the back of the cabin, grabbing what he needed from the first-aid cabinet.

“He’s probably blaming himself for it all right now.” Gordon mused worriedly.

“And we’re gonna snap him out of it once we’re done with Mr. Secrets here.” Virgil gestured to Alan’s prone form, rolling his eyes fondly. The frown was ever present on his face. “For now, though, hold him in place while I set his arm.”

The aquanaut nodded, determined. “Aye, aye, Doc.” When they had finally finished, Gordon lay Alan’s head gently in his lap, combing his fingers through wet and sticky blond hair. “Yeesh, Al…” Gordon muttered. “You really need a shower.”

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By the time Alan finally woke up, it was to the sick-bay on Tracy Island, Scott and his father watching over him with looks that were the perfect blend between angry and worried. Virgil was standing just inside the room, leaning against the doorway in the case he needed to intervene. He was dead. He was so dead…

“And just what exactly were you thinking, young man?” Jeff asked maybe a little too harshly, raising an eyebrow.

Scott rolled his eyes, giving the patriarch a look. “Dad, please. He just woke up…” 

Jeff sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re right.” He looked back to his youngest, adjusting his tone to something a hint gentler. “You alright to talk, son?” Alan nodded, not trusting his voice just yet. “Oh, good…”

“Gordon left a few hours to pick up Tin-Tin from her doctor’s appointment. They’ll be back soon. That being said, why did you think hiding an injury like that would be a good idea?” Scott echoed their father’s earlier question. 

“We were worried about you, Al.” Virgil piped up from the other side of the room. Jeff and Scott nodded in agreement. “You were incredibly lucky it wasn’t a compound fracture.” He admitted.

This statement made everyone else in the room freeze. “It-” Scott’s voice was uncharacteristically small. “It was that bad?” 

Virgil nodded solemnly. “Gordon can back up that claim…” The family medic whispered.

“He doesn’t need to.” Jeff spoke up, immediately picking up on the idea that Virgil might be doubting himself. “We have full faith in your medical expertise, son.” Virgil didn’t look entirely convinced, but nodded.

“I’m sorry…” Alan’s voice came out so shaky from the pain as he moved that he hardly recognised it, but he was determined to get the words out. “I knew I should’ve come to you guys sooner.” His voice regulated the more he talked. “But we had so much ground to cover and only four of us. I couldn’t just let you all work your butts off while I was stuck in Two’s med-bay doing nothing!”

The three older Tracy’s exchanged a look, before Scott huffed, not unkindly. “Alan, let me worry about stuff like that. You know the authorities were there to assist. I would’ve rather been a man down than have you still working with that arm.”

“But-”

Scott cut off his objection. “If you really would’ve been that bored in Two, I would’ve given you something to do.” He smiled tiredly at his brother, ruffling his hair. “Probably would’ve let you take Mobile Control…” He shrugged, smirking as he broke his gaze with Alan briefly.

“Aww man…” Alan lamented. He’d wanted a chance to man Mobile Control again for months. 

Virgil chuckled. “That’s what you get for ignoring protocol and not telling us you’d broken. Your. Arm!” The annoyed gaze was back.

Jeff cleared his throat, drawing his boys’ attention back to him. “All that aside, what you did today was very dangerous, Alan. What if you needed to operate the heavy machinery? What if, heaven forbid, our enemies had picked up on your injury and taken advantage? You should’ve told the others straight away.”

“I know, Father. I’m sorry…”

“I know you are, son. I’ll let you rest for now, but we will be talking about this more later, okay?” 

“Okay.” And with that, their father was gone, likely to let the rest of the family know he was awake. “Thank God John’s only just started his month on Five…” Alan groaned. “And Tin is probably out of her mind I really messed this one up, didn’t I?”

Neither of his brothers present said a word. Instead, all they heard were the sounds of heavy footsteps before the door flew open once more, and Alan was face to face with his partner in crime, the love of his life right on his heels. “Are you okay, Alan?!” Gordon practically yelled, earning him a stern glance from Scott.

Alan chuckled, clinging onto the hand Tin-Tin offered. The look in her eyes told him she’d be giving him her own lecture later. “I will be, Gords.” He let his eyes slip closed, safe in the knowledge that he had the most amazing family watching over him. He’d never keep them in the dark again. “I will be…”

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds 1965 #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds fanart #thunderfam #the whump couch #alan tracy #virgil tracy #gordon tracy #scott tracy #jeff tracy #tin tin kyrano #sky draws stuff #sky writes stuff

[whumpinaheartbeat]

I Am Not Alone (I have all of you) Mediwhump May 2023 Day 5 No Response

This fic contains accidental overdose, unconsciousness and shock, please read with discretion.

If Gordon was going to ignore him then he could have at least give Alan a reason as to why.

It wasn’t like Alan had set up any pranks against him recently, unless Gordon had finally found the stash of rubber ducks in his cupboard, so surely this couldn’t be because of a prank gone wrong and as far as Alan knew, he hadn’t made any big mistakes during missions recently so it wasn’t that either.

Alan could not think of a single reason for Gordon to ignore him and yet no matter how many texts he sent and how many times he called out for him, Alan got no response.

Alan had gotten so bored waiting for Gordon to join him to start their monthly Bad Movie Marathon that he had even checked the repair schedule just to see if Gordon had simply been distracted with working on his Thunderbird but apparently all the maintenance and repairs had already been completed. Alan checked the maintenance bay anyway just in case but Gordon wasn’t there.

Gordon wasn’t swimming laps either, another activity he could get lost in for hours, and Alan couldn’t even find him on the beach when he went all the way down there. Alan tried to hail Gordon on his comm again as he trudged back up to the house but once again there was absolutely no response.

Honestly Alan would have become a little worried if he wasn’t outright pissed. They had already missed the last three months of Bad Movie Marathons and Gordon had promised him multiple times that they would actually get around to it this time around. Alan had been stupid to believe him, he should have known that Gordon would find something more interesting to do than spend time with him.

Alan threw himself onto the couch with a huff, lying there for all of three seconds before he got bored. Alan flipped over, crossed his arms, huffed again for good measure and finally sat up fully.

“John,” Alan called. 

Within a second a blue projection of John Tracy appeared and Alan was glad to see at least one of his brothers had time for him.

“Alan, I’d love to talk but I’ve got both Virgil and Scott on pretty intense rescues.”

Maybe not then.

“All good.” Alan mumbled. “See ya later.”

“Actually, Alan wa-“

Alan was already on his way towards the kitchen. Kayo was on a secret mission so Alan couldn’t contact her either so apparently and with Grandma on a much needed holiday, he was going to enjoy this Bad Movie Marathon all by himself so he may as well get the popcorn started. 

It wasn’t that Alan didn’t understand that his family had very important work to do that made it that they couldn’t always hang out with him, Alan himself has had to rain check on plans before when missions went for longer than expected. But at the end of the day, he did sometimes get frustrated. 

He didn’t like being alone, not for more than a couple hours at a time. Being one of five brothers had helped that, there was always someone for him to annoy when all the others were busy. It was hard to be lonely surrounded by not only the other Tracy boys but also Grandma and Kayo and Brains and all the other important people in their lives like Lady Penelope and Parker. 

But with Gordon apparently ignoring his entire existence and not answering any of his calls and being no where to be found on the island and all of the others busy, Alan found himself dragging his feet towards the pantry to find the popcorn, undeniably lonely and hating every minute of it.

If anything, the acknowledgment just made him all the more grumpy feeling like some kid lost in a supermarket aisle looking for their family. He wasn’t some kid, he was nearly a full blown adult and yet here he was stupidly feeling lonely and left out just because there was no one to talk to. 

Alan considered trying to contact Gordon one more time but decided that Gordon could get fucked and Alan was going to enjoy having an entire bag of popcorn to himself while he watched whatever he felt like. In fact, he might as well have two bags of popcorn to himself because Alan felt like having two packets.

Alan was so pleased with his plan, he hadn’t noticed the body in the pantry until he was already tripping over it, barely keeping himself from landing right on them.

As soon as Alan regained his balance he threw himself on his knees, his heart racing as he flipped the body onto their back. Except it wasn’t just some body, it was Gordon. He was unconscious, his eyes closed and his arm falling limply to the side from how Alan had moved him. 

The first priority was making sure that Gordon was breathing and even as Alan leant down over him to feel Gordon’s breath on his cheek and watch Gordon’s chest rise and fall steadily, Alan’s mind hadn’t quite absorbed what he was seeing. 

Gordon hadn’t been ignoring his calls because he was being annoying, he had been laying here unconscious the entire time Alan had been home and yet Alan had not once noticed that something was wrong. 

It must have been hours, Alan realised, when mere minutes unconscious could have devastating effects on a person’s brain function. Alan didn’t even know why his brother was on the ground like this in the first place, he had no outward sign of injury and while he was breathing deeply and evenly Gordon did not stir when Alan tapped him on the cheek.

There could be a million reasons as to why Gordon could be unresponsive like this and Alan hated every single one of them.

“Gordon?” Alan said loudly. “Gordon, can you hear me?”

Gordon gave no response, not so much as twitching.

Alan was defiantly panicking now, his hands shaking a little as he set two fingers on Gordon’s neck. Like his breathing, Gordon’s pulse was strong and consistent. Even so, something must be wrong with him to be limp on the ground like this. 

“Gordon?” Alan tried again.

Not wanting to move Gordon more than he had to, Alan carefully set him onto his side into the recovery position to keep his airway clear. Alan forced his hands to steady as he reached for his phone from his pocket, knowing that any one of his other brothers would know what to do and how to help.

Alan found nothing in his pocket and he cursed, realising that his phone must have fallen out when he thew himself onto the couch earlier. Alan hated the idea of leaving Gordon here, especially since Gordon had already been alone for god knows how long, but Alan was out of his depths. He had first aid training, sure, but not knowing what caused Gordon to be like this meant that he did not know how to fix it.

“I’ll be right back in just one second, okay?”

Alan almost wished that Gordon would stir then and beg for Alan to stay. Maybe he would sit upright and admit that this was all just some messed up prank and that Gordon had gotten him good this time. Gordon did not stir, nor did he sit up. He just lay there, breathing but otherwise unmoving.

Hesitating for a moment longer just in case Gordon woke up, Alan forced himself to stand on shaking legs. Every step back towards the couch in the living room was jolting and Alan felt guilt tearing through his chest realising that if he had just earnestly looked for Gordon hours ago, he might have found him and gotten him help much sooner. 

Forcing himself to move faster, Alan stopped just short of the couch. His phone wasn’t there. He could contact John the same way he did just a few minutes ago but that would mean leaving Gordon all alone again and Alan simply could not do that.

Alan turned and swiftly made his way back to the pantry.

Gordon was just where Alan had left him, his eyes still closed and his body strangely still. Gordon was never still, he was always a bundle of energy and Alan had always loved that part of him and seeing him so limp brought back up memories that Alan had wanted to forget. 

“Gordon?” Alan said, shaking Gordon’s shoulder slightly. “Come on, you need to wake up.”

Even though Alan could clearly see that Gordon was still breathing, Alan checked his pulse again once more just in case. Gordon’s pulse was steady, he should easily be able to wake up if he wasn’t injured or ill. Alan set the back of his hand on Gordon’s forehead, checking for a fever that wasn’t there.

Alan didn’t understand. People don’t just become unconscious without a reason and yet here Gordon was, no sign of injury or fever with a strong pulse and steady breathing yet still unconscious no matter how many times Alan called out to him.

The only thing that Alan could think of was that maybe this was caused by an overdose. Gordon was on a few different medications to help manage his chronic pain after all, it was definitely a possibility. But Gordon had not thrown up, nor was he showing other clear symptoms that often came with an overdose like difficulty breathing, blue tinged finger tips or…

Fuck, why hadn’t Alan checked Gordon’s pupils yet?

It was such an important step in assessing an unconscious patient yet Alan had been so wrapped up in worry that his brother was lying here unresponsive that he hadn’t even thought to check if Gordon’s eyes were equal and reactive. It could be a concussion with no obvious bump on the head or it could be an overdose after all and Alan had not even checked the tell tale signs because he was an idiot. 

Carefully, Alan opened one of Gordon’s eyes. The pupil was a pinpoint and Alan’s heart dropped.

He scrambled up, rushing towards the rest of the kitchen for the med kit. He found it in the third cupboard he checked, so panicked he barely remembered where it was always kept, knowing that every single moment that passed was a moment that Gordon could be closer to death. 

Alan tore through the med kit, taking another few precious seconds to find the small bottle of narcan that was in every single one of their first aid kits stashed throughout the house and their Thunderbirds. 

Alan shot back to Gordon’s side, nearly dropping the life saving medication as he thew himself onto his knees next to Gordon. Alan administered the Narcan and sat back, his heart still racing as Gordon continued to just lay there.

Not sure if Alan should give Gordon a little bit more Narcan, Alan forced himself to wait a little longer to see if it worked. While Gordon was still currently breathing, Alan could not stand the thought that at any moment his heart could fail and his lungs give out.

Administering another dose of Narcan, Alan began questioning if he even had the right diagnosis as Gordon continued to lay there unresponsive.

“Please…” Alan mumbled, his eyes stinging. “Don’t leave me.”

Gordon jerked forward, amber eyes snapping open as he sucked in a deep breath.

“Gordon!”

“Alan.” Gordon replied.

If Alan wasn’t still incredibly concerned, he may have embraced his brother then and there but the priority was to make sure that Gordon was okay first. If Gordon had indeed had an overdose then the Narcan was just a stop gap and he would still need medical treatment if there was a high enough level of drugs in his system.

Alan placed a hand on Gordon’s chin, twisting his head and checking how Gordon’s eyes responded to both the movement and the light above them.

Gordon slapped the hand away, going so far as to roll his eyes.

“I’m fine.” Gordon said.

“You were literally just unconscious.”

“No I wasn’t.” Gordon said. “I was getting popcorn for the Bad Mov- Why am I on the ground?”

Gordon looked around himself, focus latching onto the Narcan that was still in Alan’s hand. He frowned, blinking a few more times before his shoulders sagged as if realisation at last dawned on him.

“Oh Allie,” Gordon said. “I’m so sorry.”

Alan bit his lip, not letting himself mull over Gordon’s apology. Now that Gordon was conscious, the next priority would be getting him to hospital before he had a chance to overdose again but even when Alan tried to stand up he found that his legs were shaking too badly to support his weight.

Despite what had just happened it was Gordon who stood first, helping Alan up onto his feet, Gordon’s hand not leaving Alan’s elbow even when they were both fully up.

“You overdosed.” Alan whispered, feeling numb.

“I’m okay now.” Gordon said.

“You overdosed.” Alan repeated.

“The doctor readjusted my meds last week,” Gordon explained. “I guess it was too much. Thank you, Alan I’m sorry you had to do… That.”

“I thought you were ignoring me.” Alan said. “You overdosed and I just thought you were ignoring me."

“Alan,” Gordon said. “Are you feeling okay? You’re a little pale.”

“You overdosed.” Alan said again.

Alan knew that his hands were shaking and that his words weren’t making much sense but with the world spinning around him and his brother was not dead but he could have been dead and why couldn’t he get his hands to stop shaking.

“Alan,” Gordon said, his voice oddly distant considering he was standing right there. “I think you should sit back down.”

Alan had to call the hospital. He had to make sure that Gordon got the care he needed, had to make sure that this never happened again. Alan would need to call Scott too and explain that Alan had messed up by not checking in on Gordon sooner. He would have to admit that Gordon could have died because of him, admit that Alan wasn’t anything else but a scared little kid who nearly lost his brother today.

When Alan blinked he was sitting on the couch, a plastic cup of water loosely in his hand. He blinked again, trying to remember how he had gotten there but with a jolt of panic, Alan realised that Gordon was still in danger and here Alan was just sitting on the couch.

“Whoah there, Alan,” A familiar voice said. “You’re okay.”

Alan snapped towards the voice, his heart racing.

“You’ve been unresponsive for a while now,” Virgil said. “How are you feeling?”

“Gordon, he-“

“He’s okay.” Virgil said. “Scott took him to the hospital just as a precaution but they say he’s doing great. He’s going to stay the night but he’ll be back home tomorrow.”

“Gordon doesn’t like the hospital.” Alan said numbly. 

“No,” Virgil smiled. “No he doesn’t but he likes Scott’s lectures a hell of a lot less. Try to drink a little bit, but take it slow.”

Alan needed to know more, he needed to see Gordon himself to make sure that he was actually okay. But then he realised that his mouth was dry and so he downed the whole glass in one go or at least he tried to before Virgil snatched the cup right off him.

“I said slow, you’re still coming down from the shock.”

“Shock?” Alan said dumbly. 

“Yeah, when Scott and I came back from our rescues, we found Gordon sitting here on the couch with you. He was trying to talk to you but you weren’t responding and Gordon had to explain what happened.”

“Gordon overdosed.” Alan said.

“Yeah…” Virgil frowned. “Yeah, he did. But he’s okay now and soon enough you’ll be feeling better too. Now, I’m going to give you back the cup but only on the condition that you drink slowly alright? I really don’t need you making yourself sick.”

“I’m not a child.” Alan said. 

“I didn’t say you were,” Virgil said. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t still worry about you, little brother.”

Once Alan had finished the glass, slowly as Virgil kept reminding him, he was feeling a lot more like himself and the world even stopped spinning around him. He tried to stand, wanting to go straight to the hospital but Virgil stopped him with a gentle hand on the shoulder. 

“It’s already late,” Virgil said. “You can see him when he comes home tomorrow.”

“I don’t want him to be alone.”

“Scott is with him.” Virgil promised. “And I’m with you. No one is alone.”

“John’s alone.” Alan whispered.

“Actually,” A new voice said. “I’m here too and Grandma is on her way.”

As Alan watched, John came fully into the living room carrying a large bowl. It was strange seeing him down on Earth and not floating up on Five but Alan could not deny that he was glad to see him and even more glad to smell the popcorn that was in the bowl.

Alan perked up, Virgil setting a hand on his shoulder again as if expecting him to try to stand.

“John,” Virgil rolled his eyes. “Alan probably shouldn’t have popcorn just yet.”

“Who said it was for him?” John teased.

John passed the bowl to Alan all the same before settling into his own armchair, Virgil still sitting right beside Alan.

“So,” Virgil said, stealing a kernel. “What movie first?”

“What?” Alan blinked. 

“It’s Bad Movie Marathon night, isn’t it?” Virgil said. “I know I’m not Gordon but I still appreciate bad movies.”

Alan blinked again, still not quite understanding.

“‘Bad’ Is such a subjective term for movies,” John said. “Unless of course you’re talking about the Transformers movies. Then the word ‘bad’ is an apt description.”

“You want to watch something with me?” Alan asked.

“Of course,” Virgil said. “Your pick.”

Alan didn’t care what they watched. He just let himself settle into Virgil’s side, reassuring himself that Gordon was okay and reassuring himself that he was going to be okay too because he wasn’t alone anymore and in fact he never had been.

@mediwhumpmay

#mediwhumpmay2023 #mediwhumpmayday5 #overdose #opioid overdose #whump #whump fic #unconsciousness #Gordon Tracy Whump #thunderbirds are go #accidental overdose

[tanushakyrano]

febuwhump day 28: 'you're safe now.'

tis march!!!!! happy march!!!!! i finally got this written!!!

I also just wanted to say thank you for all of the amazing comments and reblogs and likes I've received over the challenge. it's been so so wonderful to see the response to each day and know that people are out there enjoying my writing, which just. absolutely amazes me. you guys are all so kind!!!! thank you!!!!!

characters: Scott, John, Virgil, Gordon, Alan, Penelope, Kayo, Parker

additional warnings: violence, injury, kidnapping, blood, guns (tranqs)

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“We’ll find him, Scott.”

Scott nodded jerkily, leaning back in his chair and pinching his brow with trembling fingers. “God, I hope we do, Virgil.”

Usually his hands were incredibly steady. The hands of any first responder had to be, with the precision that was so often needed on the job. And Scott wasn’t just any first responder, he was the pilot of Thunderbird One; she was a powerful and temperamental craft, requiring the utmost dexterity of her pilot - and there was no one who could fly her better than him. There was no way he could be as good as he was if his hands turned traitor on him every five seconds. 

And yet here he was. Just under seven hours since Alan had gone missing, and in that time his hands had barely stopped shaking - a combination of stress, the back-to-back rescues he'd just been on before it had happened, and the sheer terror that his little brother was somewhere out there, seriously injured or worse. Luckily, a marginally better-rested Virgil was flying, with Gordon as co-pilot, and he was relegated to the passenger seat. Scott laced his fingers together to try and hide the tremor and leant forward in his chair.

"Any new information, John?"

He was grasping at straws, he knew. John would update them immediately if there were any changes to Alan's status at all. Still.

Sure enough, when a miniature hologram of his brother popped up, he was shaking his head. "Kayo and Lady P are scouting out the place right now. They’ll update me soon, but for now we’ve just got to wait.”

Yeah. That was the part Scott struggled with. Waiting.

He sat back and let his head fall back against the headrest.

Alan hadn’t even been on duty. That was the worst part. The kid had just wanted to go out and meet a friend - Conrad, from the space transit terminal incident, who had been given leave for a few weeks and who was apparently now on very good terms with Alan. Scott hadn’t realised that had happened, but the fact that Alan had people he was on good terms with outside their tiny social circle was excellent, and so he’d been happy to let them hang out. They’d decided to meet up in London. The thought of Alan alone halfway across the world had made Scott… unsettled, so Kayo had agreed to stay in the area to keep a discreet eye on the pair of them in addition to Penny, who was also in London for business. It felt distinctly paranoid, having two professional agents essentially babysitting two perfectly capable teenagers, but he’d learned that it was better to be safe than sorry thanks to years of being accosted by the public, being ambushed by paparazzi, and surviving attempted kidnappings. Preparing for the worst was by far the safest option.

When they received a frantic call from Conrad telling them Alan had been dragged off by two burly men in nondescript outfits and balaclavas, his paranoia was affirmed.

Seven hours later and they’d managed to track him to an industrial complex near the south-east coast of the country. Penelope and Parker were first on site - quickly joined by Kayo, who flew ahead from Tracy Island where she’d returned after coming up empty-handed in London. The plan was that he, Virgil and Gordon would join them in infiltrating the building. Strength in numbers and all that. 

Also, they'd all outright refused to stand by and do nothing while their baby brother was held captive by some faceless criminal gang.

“Alan’s definitely in the building,” John affirmed, breaking the silence and startling Gordon so much that he had to steady himself against the controls. “There are at least thirteen other life signs - but the good news is we know exactly where they are in relation to Alan, so I’ll be able to guide you on a route that steers as clear of confrontation as possible.”

“Yeah. Great,” Gordon muttered, voice dripping with sarcasm. Scott caught the minute tightening of his fist. “You know, I wouldn’t mind the chance to beat some of those fuckers up-”

“That’s the GDF’s job,” Scott reminded him. Gordon huffed. “Look, I’m not saying these guys don’t deserve it, but we’ll call in Colonel Casey, make sure they all wind up in jail for a good while. It isn’t our job to deal out justice.”

“Well, if they end up getting in my way, I’m not exactly gonna sit down with them for a tea party.”

“I don’t expect you to.” Scott sighed. “We’re just avoiding violence for the sake of it. I don’t want any of you getting hurt.”

He kept quiet about just how much he agreed with Gordon. The thought of anyone laying a finger on their little brother made his blood boil in the most awful way. If they ran into anyone, he wasn’t sure what would stop him from beating the guy to a bloody pulp.

A shift in Two’s engines pulled them out of their conversation. Scott rose from his seat and leant between Virgil and Gordon, looking out of the windscreen at the sprawl of buildings laid out in the distance.

“I’m landing us further away from the building,” Virgil informed him as his hands glossed over the controls, “to make sure we don’t let them know we’re coming. John can fly her closer if needs be.” If something goes wrong.

Scott nodded. "FAB.”

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It was a bit of a trek to the site, silent and as tense as taut guitar strings. Scott and Gordon had been equipped with guns - loaded with tranqs, of course, not bullets, but the thing was weighted and heavy in his hand, threatening to draw him back into long-buried memories of blue uniforms and military cockpits and rocky mountains in Eastern Europe. He focused on planting one foot in front of the other, and choked down the lump that threatened to form in his throat.

Penelope, Parker and Kayo met them where FAB1 and Shadow were parked. Gone were Penelope’s pink heels and Parisian haute couture, replaced with sleek black boots and a streamlined jacket as dark as night. A gun holster decorated her right side, a gleaming knife kept sheathed on her left. Parker was similarly armed. Virgil eyed the weapons warily. Kayo wore her usual teal flightsuit, but her twin stuns crackled and sparked at her wrists.

“Kayo and I will be taking the lead as we head in,” Penelope said briskly. “John will be guiding us from Five. Scott, Gordon, you’ve had military training, so you should know what to expect. Virgil, just try to stay out of trouble and let us handle any… situations that may arise. We’re aiming to get in, attract as little attention as possible, find Alan and get out - preferably without anyone raising the alarm. As far as we can tell, this has nothing to do with the Hood, but these people are still dangerous. Be on your guard. Everyone clear?"

She looked round at the group for confirmation. When they all nodded, she squared her shoulders, pulling the pistol from its holster. “Then the mission is a go.”

Scott took a deep breath, and fell into line behind Virgil.

John must have been working to disable their systems from the inside, because they made it through the outer doors without a hitch. The corridors were long and empty, hollow and cold, decorated only with valves and pipes and wires with faded plastic coverings.They ducked through a door labelled MAINTENANCE a few dozen metres along from the entrance.

The facility was just as sprawling inside as it had appeared from the sky. Scott had a pretty decent sense of direction, but he soon lost track of the lefts and rights they took as they crept from shadow to shadow, staying low and keeping in constant motion. Penelope, Parker and Kayo formed a ruthlessly efficient team. They almost seemed to have some kind of psychic connection, so perfectly in tune they were with each other and their surroundings. Between them and John's whispered instructions, their group managed to steer clear of trouble for an impressive amount of time.

But their luck had to run out at some point. Kayo rounded a corner as John inhaled sharply, the warning on his lips coming too late, and a six-foot-five giant swung a right hook that would have taken her head off if she hadn't leapt backwards and out of range at the last second.

Scott raised his tranq, ready to floor the brute with a dart to the neck, but someone else beat him to it. The classic Parker Haymaker landed solidly, sending the man staggering, and Parker swiftly followed it with a kick that sent him the rest of the way to the ground. Penelope hit him with a tranq of her own for good measure.

Scott knew that their luck had well and truly run out when yet another punch came out of nowhere, rattling his brain inside its skull and blurring his vision.

There was a second goon. Of course there was.

Scott tried to dodge the second blow he knew was coming, but he could barely tell which was was up, let alone which direction an attack would come from. Someone grabbed his arm and yanked him towards them - he had no idea who it was - he tried to shake them off, but their grip was unrelenting. A grunt of pain sounded somewhere to his left. A body hit the floor with a thud.

He blinked the stars from his eyes. Virgil was staring back at him concernedly, gently tilting his head to examine the spot where the guy had clocked him. "You okay?" he asked worriedly.

"I'm fine." Scott shook him off, turning to where Gordon was standing over a crumpled figure, chest rising and falling rapidly, tranq in hand. "Thanks for the save," he said quietly. 

"Any time." Gordon gripped the tranq tightly. "We should get going again."

Virgil frowned. "Scott needs a minute-"

"Gordon's right," Kayo interrupted. "We need to find Alan and get out as quickly as possible. We're too vulnerable here."

"Fine. But I need to keep an eye on him." Virgil lowered his voice, resting a hand on Scott's arm. "Tell me if you start experiencing any symptoms, okay?"

"Okay," he said, lying through his teeth.

They pressed on.

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Scott was just about ready to punch straight through the walls to reach Alan by the time John told them that they were close. His head was pounding and his stomach was churning, but he focused on the passages in front of him and the cold metal of the gun in his hands. The same-ness of the corridors was starting to drive him a little crazy.

"There's only one guard outside the room Alan's in," John informed them, voice taut with anxiety. "Should be easy enough to take them down."

Kayo and Penelope were at the door in a blink (though time was getting murkier, so in truth it could have just been Scott's mind refusing to process his surroundings), Penelope wrapping the guard in a chokehold and guiding their body to the ground soundlessly. They checked the corridor both ways before beckoning the rest of them forward. Parker remained where he was as a lookout. Penelope crouched down to pick the lock as Scott stumbled to a stop at her side.

"Oh, damn it-" Penelope cursed as the lockpick broke in her hands. The last drop of patience Scott had trickled away.

"Move," he growled, and Penny ducked out of the way as he slammed his body into the door. The hinges groaned, but it didn't give, so he slammed into it again, and again, and on the fourth try the door burst open and he half fell, half ran into the room, not coming to a stop until Alan was in his arms.

"Hey- hey, it's okay. It's okay, Alan. I'm here."

Alan clung to him so tightly that he could barely breathe, but Scott didn't care. The kid was trembling like a leaf and his fingers dug into Scott's back even through the tough fabric of his suit. He carded a steady hand through Alan's hair, sticky in some places with blood, the other wrapped around him. Even though he was almost eighteen, he still seemed so young. Not small, really, but gangly, a tangle of limbs that he had yet to grow into. Not a child any more, and not an adult, but the strange in-between stage that heralded the closing of this chapter of his life and an end of a time that Scott wasn't ready to let go of yet.

"We're getting you out of here, okay? We're going home."

Alan pulled back slightly to look up at him. Blood tracked its way down half of his face from a nasty gash on his temple. Scott cursed every person involved in the stupid operation a thousand times over. Half a syllable stuttered from Alan's lips as he tried to form words.

"Hurts.."

"I know. I know, Allie, I'm sorry." Scott pressed a kiss to his forehead. "I'm so sorry. But you're safe now, I promise. We're going home now."

#thunderbirds are go #cora writes #whump #febuwhump23 #tw injury #tw violence #tw blood #tw kidnapping #scott tracy #alan tracy #gordon tracy #john tracy #virgil tracy #kayo kyrano #lady penelope #penelope creighton ward #aloysius parker

[lenfantdeverone]

Writing this new chapter is genuinely corriding my mental health, sorry if I'm being annoying lately but I need to compensate. The Gordon whump is truly whumping

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds 2015 #gordon tracy #gordon whump #thunderbirds fanfiction

[tippystreasurebox]

Bullet Proof

Summary:

It was just a date.

Notes:

Trying to jump back into writing! Gordon grumbling about overprotective big brother just hit the right spot XD hopefully more stories to come!

[Ao3]

OoOoOoO

"Scott, why do you have to be… so damn right all the time?" The question was more of a thought than an audible groan as Gordon lay on his stomach against the hard gravel of the remote French country road. Pain radiated through his chest where two bullets had tried to lodge themselves and a memory of his big brother seemed to mock him with a stern I told you so.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #gordon tracy #lady penelope #penandink #pen&ink #pen and ink #whump

[whatgaviiformes]

Ficlet: unnamed.

A/N: apparently I can't get this out of my head. So I am sorry for writing this. I hate that I wrote this.

Warnings for whump, angst, drowning (yes again), and temporary character death. There be no medical accuracy here.

Ficlet

They are men of action, so Virgil hadn't thought twice about jumping into the rapids after the little boy, and Gordon hadn't thought twice about going in after his brother. He tracked them from shore because he'd been in a pod. Lucky for them because he could keep up with the speedy river currents and make a plan. 

It involved getting ahead of them, a rocky area he could grasp onto, and a little bit of prayer. 

A lot of prayer. He had to help the boy first because that's what they did. The grasp was weak, shaky, but he was conscious, and Gordon brought him to the riverbank. One life.

The boy coughed, looked up at his hero with wide eyes, but Gordon was looking away, back towards the river where he'd seen Virgil's form bob over the surface and slide back under. There had been no fight. 

He didn't have time. 

"Gonna be okay, kid?" He asked, kindly, his voice a pitch higher than usual, but the kid didnt know that. Virgil needed him. 

The kid nodded. 

Back in the water to make two lives saved today.

Stroke after stroke to race the river, dodging and pushing off of slippery rocks, until finally he found purchase on a green baldric, attached to a limp, waterlogged version of his older brother. 

On shore, he was still, blood near his hair line. 

Gordon sprung to action, calling for help through his comm, checking his airway, feeling for a pulse on the cold skin. He pounded on his brother's chest in counted cycles and placing his mouth over his blue lips to force air in, precious air that would only help if he could get the water out, and his lungs working, his heart beating. 

Again again again.  Two breaths 

Again again again. 

How long was he under? 5 min? 8? 

How far into the trek had he hit his head?

How long since he pulled him out?

He didn't know. Time drained in the resuscitation rhythm, again again again. Breathe. 

A rib cracked. 

He kept going. 

It felt heavier now, harder to press his weight into Virg's heart through his stacked hands as they shook. 

How long? 

He'd stolen his toast just that morning. Shining eyes and a deep baritone of a laugh. So full of life, happy and whole. Gordon had thrown a piece of egg in his hair. 

Again. Again. … again. 

Breathe. 

Too long, way way too long. He found the wrist. 

No.

Nononononono

Where was that help? 

Virgil. It keened out of him as he sat back on his knees, his body vibrating. Hoarse where he'd been calling for him and the counts interspersed with pleas, his voice cracked and his cries fell silent. 

His brother. Virgil always had warm hands, even in the cold of winter his hands could be counted on for warmth, his body a furnace and his hug a blanket. 

He loved popcorn and plants, and art, and -Oh, god, the music.

All of it slipped through his fingers. 

Gordon's grasp fell slack, and the wrist dropped like a stone to the ground. His heart stuttered with the sadness so intense, so deep, that he let the dark shudder through him. 

And then Virgil coughed.

~.~.~

It's Virg himself that climbed out of the dark. A cough, so light, then another and another and another. He remembered none of it. Consciousness was fleeting, his body too battered. 

But when Scott arrived with help, Virgil was breathing, Gordon looking over him with wet haunted eyes, his entire body vibrating. 

He pried Virgil's wrist out of Gordon's hands, and nodded to the paramedics when they could move closer. Scott maneuvered himself between them, between Gordon and the work of the people behind them, and brought him close to his chest. 

Gordon clutched at his arm with inhuman strength,  the strength of the frightened, of those who have seen horror.

"You did it, Gordon," he said. "It'll be okay."

Gordon said nothing. 

He shook. It was different being in Scott's arms. He wanted Virgil's.

But Gordon had given up. He didn't do anything. Virgil had been fighting his way back, and Gordon, for just a moment, was about to call it. He's not sure he deserves Virgil's hugs or his laughter or his music ever again. And so he retreats, goes numb in Scott's arms, and loses himself in his grief.

#gavii scribit #ficlet #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderangst #thunderwhump #angst #whump #drowning #virgil tracy #gordon tracy

[gumnut-logic]

A reason why Nutty shouldn’t attempt to write when feeling like crap

He let out a sigh his ‘bird’s engines finally wound down to a stop. Her air frame creaked as she settled in her hangar.

Virgil took the moment to let himself relax. It had been a nasty rescue. He had needed back up but none of his brothers had been available with Gordon still recovering and a tourist liner in strife halfway to the moon dragging two brothers and his sister beyond earth’s orbit.

Scott had checked in while Virgil was out in the field, worried that the landslide had been too much for his lone brother.

Virgil had brushed him off.

He had thought he had enough.

Mother Nature had begged to differ.

An aftershock had taken down more of the mountain, stealing those lives he hadn’t been able to reach and hammering it home when part of that mountain took him down with it.

It wasn’t the first time he had taken a tumble like this, though he had to admit ‘tumble’ was far too much of an understatement.

Wrapped in his exo-suit he had some protection as the world spun and pummelled him with rock hard fists.

John was in his ear demanding he respond, but laying half-buried in debris at the bottom of the landslide, it had taken him a moment to get enough energy and coherence to reply.

By that time Scott was in on the shouting party and Virgil squeezed his eyes shut at the cacophony.

But he was fine.

How could he be anything else?

He dug himself out. Stretched bruised muscles and made sure all the important bits worked.

Scott was not impressed.

Neither was John.

But Virgil had a rescue to finish.

Unfortunately, due to the further devastation of the aftershock, ‘rescue’ wasn’t quite the right word anymore.

So it all sucked.

Weary and not a little emotionally drained, he dragged himself through the necessary tasks before relinquishing the site to the local authorities and heading home.

There was grit in his socks.

His head was pounding. He was bruised from head to toe.

And his heart hurt so much.

But life went on. It was just another failure he was going to have to live with.

He sucked in a breath as he moved to push his seat back and had to hunch over as his ribcage decided to stab him.

Ow, shit.

Sitting down to fly his ‘bird home was often not the best thing to do after a strain. Sustained stillness could be equal to sustained strain and now he had to drag his aching body out of that seat.

He gritted his teeth and forced himself to move.

Okay, that hurt. Maybe a trip the infirmary would be a good idea.

He made it as far as stepping off Two’s hatch onto the concrete floor of the hangar.

A flash of white hot pain in his side, nausea, and the world spun away.

-o-o-o-

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #virgil tracy #virgil!whump #whump #with no comfort #because I don’t have the energy to follow through #Scotty is coming #I promise #maybe Gordon #if he can walk #I haven’t decided yet #but Scott seems prominent #lots of screaming across space #is anyone else home? #stuffed if I know #could send them all to conferences on the mainland #poor Gordon could limp to the hangars #or maybe that rescue in space is finished and they are on the way back #Alan gritting his teeth as Scott does a backseat driver #because something is wrong #and he knows it #oooh #could be that telepathic fic thing I’ve been meaning to write for ages #Scott knows something is wrong #and goes a little nuts getting back to the Island #see brain is there #energy is not #sorry

[such-a-random-rambler]

new chapter wohoo!

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #john whump #john tracy #gordon tracy #virgil tracy