#mentions of Scott Tracy

[edutainer2022]

UNREQUITED

Co-written with @janetm74

As you may remember, there's a series of pieces on Scott and Kayo being idiots shadow-dancing with some complicated feelings and inhibitions, and baggage, that came to pass due to the incredible contribution of the amazing @janetm74. And now it's taking a more coherent shape as a uniform story! Some chapters you've seen already, some have never been published. There are no words to express how excited and grateful I am it's happening and moving forward (albeit in an angsty direction, so far).

The whole story as it progresses is now up on AO3.

Previous bits in order can be found here:

Ch 1 (blue like she'd never known)

Ch 2

Ch 3 (hurt like this)

Ch 4

CHAPTER 5

(accustomed to misfit)

It was extremely rare that they sparred. Virgil preferred heavy lifting to tatami for keeping his field game up. But he specifically requested a training session for that morning. It was her job to keep them all in shape and defense-ready, among other things. Although, she had a pretty good idea Virgil's motives were far from pure. Just like his poker face was far from perfect.

She flew in late the night before. Technically, the next day was her personal downtime, but she didn't feel comfortable leaving the island unattended for the night. Leaving them all unprotected. Leaving HIM alone with the shadows.

The date was nice. Wayne was nice. She really enjoyed his company. When not stuck up by regulations - his jokes were half decent. He had field stories in abundance she soaked in like a sponge - chases, investigations, cover-ops. He saw her interest and delivered. Wayne SAW her. She let the kiss last. They agreed on a second date, their respective schedules permitting.

She half-expected, half-dreaded to walk in on the Commander pulling an all-nighter with reports. Maybe half-hoped too, just a little. She didn't know what she'd see in his eyes. The exuberant enthusiasm he'd displayed so far made her blood run cold and her heart keen. But the dark lounge was empty.

She curled in a ball in the scolding shower, once in her room, and bawled her eyes out, like a love-sick little girl she'd never been. Not exactly a reaction she'd expect after the first decent date she'd had since college. It wasn't fair to Wayne. It wasn't fair to herself. Unrequited love wasn't ever fair. So she promised herself she wouldn't BE that girl. EVER.

And now she was sparring with Virgil. Sweetest, kindest Virgil, who cared for her. Who wanted what was best for her, like they all did. She made no mistake - Virgil cared for her, but he loved his big brother like he was air. She understood the feeling. That's why she agreed to a second date with Wayne. To allow herself no way back.

"Do you like Rigby?"

She was atacking, Virgil was parrying. She was backing him into a corner, but it felt the other way around. She doubled down on speed and force.

"He's okay."

"You deserve more than okay, Kayo."

Virgil danced away from her reach and left her in the corner, all of a sudden. She saw red. Unforgivable, as his trainer. Understandable, as his sister. If only Virgil knew, what he was saying!

"Is that so?"

Cross-cut, block, block. She took a swing, Virgil evaded.

"What DO I deserve, then? To be invisible?"

Another swing. Undercut.

"To be a shadow?!"

Roundhouse kick.

"To never be loved back?!!"

She was breathless from shouting, or from exhaustion. Virgil stopped at some point, not heeding the hits she was raining, but Kayo didn't even notice. Strong, safe arms closed the embrace, while she was still raging and raving, and just held her. The shooshing noises enveloped her senses as there was no more voice left in her tears. Kayo broke her own promise and wept.

#thunderbirds are go #pairing: scott/kayo #kayo kyrano #virgil tracy #virgil tracy didn’t subscribe to this #wayne rigby gets mentioned #scott tracy needs a cuff up his head #my fic #thunderbirds 2015 #janetm74 #methinks i have astronomy

[skymaiden32]

A Different Life

Read on AO3 here

Fandom: Thunderbirds

Tagging: @dragonoffantasyandreality @thundergeek59 @janetm74 @katblu42 @liseylou @amistrio @uniwolfcorn @idontknowreallywhy (Please ask if you would like to get alerts when I update or post new stories.)

Thundertober Day 5: Pilot

Scott’s memories of his last day in the Air Force.

Continuity: TAG

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Scott breathed a sigh of relief when he was finally able to collapse onto the hard mattress of his bunk, careful not to injure his broken arm as he fell any further. His bunkmate, Alex Birch, sat on a nearby chair, raised an eyebrow. “How’d it go with the boss?” 

“I don’t know, Alex…” He sighed, running his uninjured hand down his tired face. “I don’t know what to make of all of this. I just feel so…” He paused, trying to find the right phrase. “...jumbled still.” 

It had been just a week since Scott’s miraculous return from the brink of death in Bereznik. Not long enough, if you asked Alex’s opinion. Between Scott losing Greg Hodge, his navigator, in the crash, being held prisoner and tortured, and somehow crossing the wilderness back to base after escaping on his own without help…

It was too much. “No wonder you feel that way.” Alex commented, not ashamed of the sadness in his tone. “You’ve been through hell and back.” He chuckled humourlessly. “I’d be a bit jumbled too.”

Scott sighed, looking up at the ceiling. “The Commander outright ordered me to leave today. Take a break. Said he wouldn’t be surprised if I quit completely. Even offered to give me an honourable discharge if I did.”

“And?” Alex probed, turning his chair so he was facing his friend on the bunk. He immediately took notice of how exhausted Scott looked. “What will you do? After your leave I mean?”

His friend sat up slowly, staring ahead at the wall. “I… I don’t know.” He admitted. “A part of me wants to call it quits and stay safe for my family,” Scott explained. “But the other part of me loves flying more than anything.” He finally looked over at his friend. “Even after all of that, I can’t let it go just like that.”

“I know, Ace…” Alex smiled sympathetically, reverting to the squad nicknames for some sense of normality. He hummed. “Doesn’t your Dad’s company specialise in aerospace? Maybe you could get a job as a test pilot there?”

For the first time in what felt like years, Scott smiled. “The whole reason I signed up to the USAF in the first place was to avoid leaning on the family name, Spins.” He chuckled.

“I know,” Alex smirked, laughing. “Just throwing the idea out there.” He sobered up, looking seriously to his friend now. “But whatever choice you make, whatever path you’re on, I’m sure it’ll be your true calling in life.”

“Yeah…” Scott replied. “I guess it will be.”

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He broke out of the memory, now staring focussed at what had reminded him of that fateful day. The base he had once been stationed at, now closed down due to ground subsidence in the area. International Rescue had been called to get to some officers who had been swallowed up by the very earth beneath their feet. On his right, Virgil stood faithfully, looking worriedly between Scott and the dilapidated base. “Are you okay, Scott?”

“Yeah.” He breathed out, a little too quiet for his brother to hear. “Yeah, I’m okay.” He repeated, louder this time. “The rescue’s over now, anyway…”

“Then,” Virgil began, puzzled. “Why are we still here?”

“The Commander of the base is Alex Birch, right?”

“According to John, yeah…” The pilot of Thunderbird 2 answered, before his eyes widened in realisation, watching the crowd of officers part to reveal the Commander himself, walking towards them. “Wait, wasn’t he in your-”

“My squadron? Yep.” Scott replied. “He was also the one who helped me the most after…” He paused, drawing himself back from those painful memories. “You know…” Virgil knew. He always did.

Alex stopped in front of the two brothers, giving Scott a respectful salute. One that Scott was all too happy to return. “Commander Tracy.”

“Commander Birch.” Scott replied. “I’d like you to meet Virgil, my brother.”

Alex’s eyes lit up in recognition as he shook Virgil’s hand. “Ah, so you’re the one I’d heard so much about from Ace here back in the day.”

Virgil chuckled. “In that case, I hope I lived up to expectations.”

“More than that.” Birch smiled at him. “You knocked them out of the park with that rescue. I can see Scott’s heroism truly is a family trait.” The grin turned melancholy. “You keep taking good care of him, you hear?”

“As much as I can at least” The younger of the two Tracy’s laughed. “He’s always going off somewhere…”

“Hey!” Scott frowned, but the little twinkle in his eyes still remained. “I don’t go AWOL that often.”

“Sure you don’t.” Alex commented.

“I don’t believe it either.” Virgil agreed. Scott groaned. “I’ll leave you two to chat for a bit while I finish packing up.” And just like that, Virgil was off back to Thunderbird 2, leaving the two men to catch up. Scott watched his brother go, smiling in fondness.

Alex’s voice broke into his thoughts. “I told you so.”

Scott looked at his old friend questioningly, although he already knew exactly what he was talking about. “What do you mean?”

“That you’d find your calling…”

Thunderbird 1 caught his gaze, gleaming a bright silver in the setting sun, a symbol of everything Scott Tracy was and what he worked for.“I did, didn’t I?” Scott answered, looking between his brother, his ship, and Alex. “It sure is a different life, but it’s one I wouldn’t change for the world.”

#thunderfam #thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #alex birch (oc) #virgil tracy #thundertober #thundertober 2023 #tw: mentions of torture #tw: implied death

[hebuiltfive]

WIP WEDNESDAY !!!

Trigger warnings for drugs and needles being mentioned. It’s not graphic but I’ve put it under a cut just to be safe!

There was a prick in his arm. Scott jolted.

The drug had been administered.

He was going to die.

A breath by his ear sent a shiver down his spine.

The whispered voice that followed had him trembling. “Will today be the day that the Great Captain Tracy will finally shatter?”

#wip wednesday #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds are go #thunderfam #five fics #scott tracy #tw needle mention #fic: what should have stayed buried

[squiddokiddo]

Hey there!

I know Gordon is your favourite but do you have any headcanons for the other brothers?

Yeah, I know I definitely have some but now I'm being asked about it I'm drawing a blank lol, here's a list of some.

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Scott headcanons:

The only straight Tracy brother.

Likes cooking but doesn't get time to do it very often.

Scott's pancakes are the best.

Practically lives on black coffee and espresso shots.

As a kid, one of his dream jobs was a theme park ride tester. Others include aerial display pilot, airline pilot, falconer and a chocolate taster.

Virgil headcanons:

Demi-romantic Asexual.

One of only two people on the island who will eat marmite, the other is Grandma. (Parker also loves marmite, spread generously on toast)

Had a bit of an emo phase during his teens which later evolved into a grunge phase.

He can handle all sorts of gross things, being a medic and everything, but childbirth makes him a bit squeamish, a total of two people have unexpectedly fallen into labour during a rescue and delivering those babies was super challenging but very rewarding for him.

Virgil keeps all sorts of essential items for any rescuees he may have on board Thunderbird 2 including the obvious like, water, food and medical supplies but also: sanitary products, baby products, medicines for allergies, talcum powder and eczema cream, pet food and products, fidget and plush toys, ect.

Tried to eat pinecones as a toddler, Jeff and Lucy had to keep a close eye on him at Christmas because he'd try to shove their giant redwood pinecone decorations in his mouth. He grew out of his taste for pinecones when he was three.

Alan headcanons:

Bisexual

Gets god awful acne, as he's gotten older it's settled down a bit but he still gets pretty bad outbreaks from time to time.

Into 2000's and gen z culture, lucky for him his dad knows all about that. Unlucky for Grandma she remembers the trends Jeff was into when he was young.

Loves Vines and quotes them all the time with Gordon. His favourite Vines are probably the Freshavacadoo one and Hurricane Tortilla.

Dog person, has never really gotten along with cats despite still liking them. His favourite dog breed is a golden retriever.

Is an absolute legend at Mario Kart, John taught him how to play when they were kids.

John Headcanons:

Unlabeled/questioning - he isn't sure of his sexuality, it's not something he's too worried about right now though.

Has social anxiety, he copes very well with interacting with people at a distance like video calls and messaging but struggles a lot with face to face interactions.

Doesn't really play videogames that much but on the rare occasion that he does, he absolutely demolishes his competition whether that be on Mario Kart, Pokémon or Tetris.

Was into 80's and 90's video and arcade games as a kid, more for the fascination with programming and the machines' inner workings rather than the games themselves.

Hates ice skating, dealing with gravity is difficult enough without walking on a slippery surface with blades on his feet.

Can be the most sarcastic bitch if he's in a mood.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds headcanons #scott tracy #virgil tracy #alan tracy #john tracy #tracy brothers #thunderfam #squiddo's inbox #squiddokiddo answers #janetm74 #ask me anything #ask me #sfw interaction only #tw birth mention #tw pregnancy mention #tw medical

[ak47stylegirl]

That damn seafood! 

Found this in my tumblr drafts, I think I was trying to rewrite/edit the fic? Can’t remember but thought I should post it for you guys.

I think the Scott fans will especially enjoy this, maybe 😏😄

—

He groaned, his head hanging over the toilet, his brown hair getting in his eyes.

“You know? you really shouldn’t have eaten the seafood...” John sighed, standing in the hotel’s bathroom doorway. “It always ends badly...”

He whimpered, wrapping an arm around his bloated, upset stomach. The mention of food just made him feel ten times sicker...

“Please-” He burped, a shiver running down his back. “-P-please don’t m-mention food right...right now...” his cheek collapsed against the toilet seat; his skin a sick, sweaty pale colour. 

“You’re sure we shouldn’t take you to the hospital?” Virgil brushed his sweaty hair away from his face, sitting next to him on the bathroom floor. “It had to be some pretty bad seafood for you to be reacting this bad...”

He took a shaky breath and shook his head, “N-no, no I’m fin-” He gulped; his eyes going wide in alarm as vomit rushed up his throat suddenly. His face disappeared into the toilet bowl once again.

Ugh, why? Why, oh why, did he have to eat that damn seafood?! 

“Yeah, I’ll believe that when you’re not throwing up your stomach contents into the toilet...” Virgil muttered, rubbing his back. “You know what? You’re lucky that the terrible twins ain’t here...” 

He nodded with a groan, choosing to ignore that first comment. While he was thoroughly hating this, he much preferred himself being sick from bad seafood, than one of his youngest brothers. 

And he was sure that one of them would have eaten the seafood, even though he have told them many times not too. Because one, Alan is like a food driven puppy; you look away for one second and he suddenly shaved a whole muffin into his mouth.

What made it so concerning was the fact the kid never stops to check if the food is good or not. Or heaven forbid, have something he’s allergic to in it. 

So yes, he was very sure Alan would have eaten the seafood. Gordon on the other hand...

He would eaten it just to be rebellious. 

“At..at least...it’s-” He threw up into the toilet bowl again, “-me, not t-them...” He groaned, gripping his stomach. 

“I think Virgil meant that they would never let you hear the end of it...” John said as he searched through their med kit, “Seeing as you always saying not to eat the seafood..” 

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, not instantly getting what Johnny was saying; his brain feeling too groggy with sickness to figure it out. 

But once it did? Oh...

“Oh! Yeah, yeah...” He dropped his head over the toilet bowl again; feeling all sorts of embarrassed. And when he threw up for maybe the 100th time, stomach acid burning his throat and making his eyes water; he felt like he deserved it...

Gordon and Alan were never going to let this go...

After all, wasn’t he the one that was always telling them ‘Don’t eat anything that looks suspicious or that you are unsure about and don’t, and I mean this! Under no circumstances eat the seafood!’

And what did he go and do? He ate the stupid seafood…

“Ugh...Why did I have to eat that stupid seafood?” He moaned in self pity, resting his cheek against the toilet seat again. He glanced up at his brothers just in time to see John hand Virgil a med scanner-

His head shot up in alarm, his blue eyes going wide. Oh come on, not the med scanner! 

“Don’t start with me Scott-” Virgil glared at him, reading his mind perfectly; medic mode fully engaged, “-it’s either this or the hospital, your choice..” 

He glared at Virgil for a second, before dropping his head back down on the toilet seat with put out sigh; shaking his head. And if anyone says he pouted like a five year old as Virgil ran the scanner over him, they are lying-

And a filthy snitch! 

“well, not exactly” John corrects Virgil “they’re going to find out about it, and then you’ll never hear the end of it.”

he groans into the toilet, wondering if he could say here for the rest of eternity…

“John, you’re not helping,” Virgil said, shaking his head, while one of his hand rubbed his back. “Scott, you’re finished?”

Was he? Maybe? He thought with a groan, moving away from the toilet a bit, his face pale. “i…yeah” he nodded, wiping his face with his sleeve.

“Okay,” Virgil stood up, before reaching down to help him up “come on, up you get.”

the bathroom started spinning as he stood up, making him gasp and lean heavy on Virgil.

“woah! easy!” Virgil yelped, arms coming up to catch him, John jumping in to help, steading him.

“you’re okay, Scott?” John asked, his eyes filled with worry “do you need to sit down?”

“no” he shook his head, with didn’t do anything for his dizziness, but right now he was worrying his brothers, and he couldn’t have that! “i… I just need to lay down..for a little bit, i’ll..i’ll be fine.”

—-

He was not fine… he thought with a groan as he slowly woke up in a bed that was not his own. Why did he have to get food poisoning while on the mainland? on a business trip no less, just Why?!

He didn’t know if it was a miracle or a curse that Virgil and John were with him, on the one hand, having them here was such a comfort and he’ll be honest, he needs their help but at the same time he hated to worry his brothers and seeing him sick like this, sure as hell worries them and he hated that.

He blinked his eyes open, feeling something cold and wet touch his forehead. John was dabbing a damp towel on his forehead, “hey Scooter, how’re you feeling?”

he chose to ignore that question “what..what are you doing?”

“you have a low-grade fever,” John said, dipping the towel out into a bowl on the bedside table. “trying to bring it down.”

he nodded, that made sense…

“Gordon and Alan found out-” he groaned, that was the last thing he needed right now “-don’t worry, Virgil spoke to them, and anyway, they’re more worried about you right now.”

that was admittedly worse… he wasn’t that sick, his brothers didn’t need to worry about him, he was the big brother, he was the one that was supposed to worry about them not the other way around…

“Scott, stop that” John frowned at him.

“what?” he asked, confused. Stop what? What was he doing?

“You got that face again, the one you always get when you’re feeling guilty..” John ringed the excess water out of the towel, “or feeling mad at yourself, so stop it, there no need to feel guilty scooter, you would do the same for us in a heartbeat.”

he sighed, that was true but… “but I’m your big brother, it’s my job joh-”

“and we’re your little brothers” John rolled his eyes, “it is also our job to look after our idiot older brother-”

“hey!”

“-who eats the seafood, when he really shouldn’t. we’re brothers, we’re family, we look after each other, it doesn’t matter who’s younger or older.”

He sighed, John had a point, but he still didn’t like worrying his brothers! It was just in his nature, he couldn’t help it!

He yawned, sleep calling him again.

“go back to sleep, Scott,” John said softly, laying the towel on his forehead.

He nodded, drifting off to sleep.

Fin

#scott tracy #john tracy #virgil tracy #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #tw sick mention

[gumnut-logic]

Most would have thought it was Gordon’s idea.

But it wasn’t.

That didn’t stop Gordon from embracing it and having the time of his life.

They took Thunderbird Two, but for once Virgil wasn’t her pilot – Scott declared that there was no way in hell he was piloting while wearing that.

The reason for taking Thunderbird Two was because while everyone knew of Tracy Industries, EVERYONE knew about International Rescue and they wanted to make a point.

And have a little fun on the side.

According to Gordon.

Virgil just wanted to make sure they were seen.

They were.

Hard to miss a 406 tonne cargo plane landing in Oxford Street, Sydney.

It was February so the city had been roasting in summer most of the day, but according to Gordon who claimed to be very knowledgeable about the weather hereabouts, that only made the nights a great time to party.

Sam and Liam had hitched a ride.

Sam was about to lose his mascara simply through vibrating in excitement.

He had grabbed Gordon quite roughly and expressed his amazement at getting a ride on a ‘real Thunderbird’!

The fact Gordon had actually taken him down in Thunderbird Four earlier in the week with much less reaction had the aquanaut frowning fit to bust a blood vessel.

But! There was fun to be had.

He’d roast him later.

As Two touched the tarmac with the barest of thumps, Scott ran through shutdown procedure before turning to his family and friends.

“Okay, we’re doing this with style and with as much impact as possible. Keep it decent.” He frowned at Gordon and Alan who shrugged innocently. “But shout loud. We need the world to know our opinion on this and that both Tracy Industries and International Rescue support this all the way.”

“FAB!” It was said unanimously and with many grins.

Scott rolled his eyes, but stood up with the rest of them.

This was going to be GREAT! Gordon bounced in his seat.

It took quite a bit to get themselves all down to the module. Grandma’s feathers got hooked on the hatchway between, but they managed to straighten her out.

Outside the crowds were swelling. The media was already there. Scott had arranged publicity for this arrival and they’d timed it perfectly as the sun was just hitting the horizon.

The city was buzzing.

Scott lowered the module and Two rose onto her struts.

The ramp lowered, the thick curtains Virgil had hung behind it fluttered as the evening heat wafted in.

And yes, curtains in a cargo plane had prompted Gordon to declare that Virgil was finally a full-blown soccer mom with the van to match.

Virgil clapped him up the ear.

Gordon still helped him string them up in module two.

That was why they were more spangly than when Grandma first sewed them up. What’s a bit of glue, glitter and a few sequins between family?

Besides Scotty said to shout loud.

Gordon was good at that.

His eldest brother was the first to step through the curtains and into the spotlight shining down underneath Two’s nose. They had their own stage, Eos had it streaming to the networks and Brains had hooked up their collar comms to Two’s speakers.

The crowd muttered into silence; eyes wide.

Scott was dressed to the nines. Black tie, expensive everything, shoulders broad, expression as suave and energetic as ever.

He held his arms wide. “I am Scott Tracy, President of Tracy Industries and Commander of International Rescue. We are here to show our support of our LGBTQIA+ community.” He smiled. “And to have a little fun.”

He stepped back and to one side. “I’d like to present my family.”

Kayo took the first step. Dressed in heels and a slinky deep blue-grey dress, she slipped between the curtains and out into the spotlight. She said not a word, but her expression held threat and several in the crowd took a step back.

And were equally startled when she smiled and stepped over to stand beside Scott.

He whispered. “Keeping them guessing?”

Cherry red lips curved mischievously. “Always.”

Next was Grandma, not one for the spotlight and rarely seen by the public, she stepped through the curtains in heels as high as Kayo’s, but her dress was more purple feathers and sequins than anything else. She had the headdress of a Las Vegas showgirl and she wasn’t afraid to shake it around. Her hair had been curled beautifully on top of her head and its silver was echoed throughout the trailing dress.

A roar rose in the crowd and a grin as powerful as Kayo’s lit up beneath a pair of sparkling glasses.

A touch of a curtsey and she moved to stand beside Kayo.

Next came Dad. Where Grandma was the matriarch, Dad wasn’t afraid of his patriarchal duties. He stepped out in a dark pin-stiped suit and a full-on top hat. He could have owned the Las Vegas casino his mother was playing at, rainbow hat band included.

His grin was fit to burst as the crowd erupted into an even bigger roar – everyone knew Colonel Jeff Tracy, barely anyone had seen him since he had come back from the dead.

And he was just dapper.

He twirled his cane and stepped over to stand by Grandma.

Gordon couldn’t wait any longer and burst through the curtains.

Unfortunately, his plans involving sequins and glitter foiled his entrance a little as they caught on the sequins and glitter all over his body. There was a struggle for a few moments and the loss of several gold sparkly bits, but a large hand reached through from behind and finally King Neptune was free.

And mostly naked.

But then Gordon was used to being mostly naked and hey, he had extra sequins and shimmering body paint.

Glittery trident in hand, he danced into the spotlight and wiggled and jiggled, and hands raised yelled out “Good evening, Sydney!” at the top of his voice.

Sydney answered back with a roar.

It took a long time to die down. In the meantime, Gordon made a point of rushing to the edges of the crowd and shaking as many hands as he could, grinning like a loon. As soon as he stepped out of the spotlight, it became very obvious that he also had LEDs strung amongst the sequins and he glittered like the stars on the ocean.

Well, those were Virgil’s words, not his, but he was going to run with it anyway.

“Okay, so I guess you all know my brother Gordon.” Scott’s voice had a grin in it.

Sydney answered with a wave of laughter.

Sam and Liam used this moment to slip out between the curtains. Neither were dressed much out of the norm. Sam had his usual pink board shorts, but had put on some mascara and lippy for the occasion. Liam was sporting a smooth fedora and some of Sam’s lippy prominently on his neck.

It was fifty-fifty he was aware of it.

Gordon voted he was.

Liam was a quiet one. Like John.

Which is why you had to keep an eye on both of them.

Speaking of which, John followed them out. His space brother was being extremely tolerant for the cause.

He was simply wearing his uniform.

In truth he needed it having only come down from space a few hours earlier. It had been iffy any of them could make it and it had been close. Two was leaving a little bit of mud on the pavement tonight as Virgil hadn’t had a chance to clean her footings from the last rescue in Peru.

But he was determined they should all get there.

And they did.

But it meant John had to wear his uniform. In Gordon’s opinion it had been partly tactical. It wasn’t that John didn’t support the cause, it was more the glaring attention and ‘Gordon, if you think I’m wearing that, you’ve got another thing coming’.

John wasn’t really the costume wearing type.

Or it might be he wasn’t really the Gordon-type-costume wearing type, but Gordon hadn’t had a chance to experiment because Virgil had intervened and told him leave John alone or he’d pull his sequins off one by one without the glue dissolvent.

The glare from under those monstrous eyebrows got the point across clearly.

But despite everything and especially despite the uniform, John looked magnificent. He wasn’t wearing his familiar golden baldric. In its place was a voluptuous swath of billowing and glittering rainbow material. It was wrapped across his body, around his thigh, and pinched tight on his shoulder with a large silver pin sporting the IR logo. The material then swept over his back, billowing out behind him as he walked.

And to Gordon’s surprise, John had actually also put on some mascara, eyeliner, and swept his red hair back with some gel, smoothing it to his scalp.

If anything, he had an ancient Egyptian air about him, austere and regal.

Gordon approached him as he stepped away from the spotlight. “Nicely done, bro, nicely done.”

John’s lips twitched to side with a smile and Gordon’s eyes widened when he realised there was also lipstick and a little foundation happening up there on his big brother’s face.

“Worth the effort.” John smiled and turned to stand side by side with the rest of the family.

Gordon arched an eyebrow and smiled.

He didn’t miss the murmurings of the crowd either as the words ‘the voice who answers’ and ‘eye in the sky’ bounced around the darkening street.

Gordon smiled even more. The world knew all his brothers.

Which is why the crowd’s reaction was a surprise when Brains slipped through the curtains, possibly pushed gently from behind. He looked out, wide-eyed, through a pair of glasses Virgil had bought him specially for the occasion.

Dad had taken Brains shopping as well, and he was nicely dressed in a deep burgundy three-piece suit. He smiled hesitantly as Sydney rumbled and whispered about the creator of the Thunderbirds.

The internet had a way of leaking news into the world at large, and informally, many knew of Doctor Hiram Hackenbacker and his amazing achievements.

Rarely seen outside a lecture theatre, this was a rare opportunity for eyes to be laid upon the quiet man.

Surrounded by ferocious Tracys.

Of course, that was the moment Alan decided to jump through the curtains and turn ferocity into something more like a terrier chewing on ankles.

Dressed head to toe in a glaringly bright red suit, he had Brandon on his arm, dressed in an equally glaring white.

Gordon was getting Lewis Carroll vibes, complete with playing cards.

Alan wore no makeup and his hair was its usual pale blonde mess, but Brandon had obviously had a date with a comb and his red locks were tidied.

They were both wearing sunglasses at night.

Really, guys?

Brandon, likely with help from Alan, had upgraded his holocam and it was hovering at a distance no doubt broadcasting to several million followers.

Scott had allowed it. Scott wanted as much coverage as possible, so he wasn’t going to say no.

Brandon hadn’t shut up for over an hour after that.

Scott had left the room within five minutes.

Gords quite liked Brandon.

Alan and Brandon swept around the edges of the crowd swapping hoots and catcalls. Scott was seen to roll his eyes at least once.

But the crowd suddenly fell quiet as the light shining down from Two’s undercarriage dimmed all of a sudden.

In the module the curtains divided slowly to reveal shadows.

Multicoloured flame flickered in the darkness.

And Virgil stepped out into the night.

He was unrecognisable. Gone was the quiet brother Gordon knew and, in his place, stood a creature of fantasy.

All this was Virgil’s idea. He was the one who thought it was important they take a stand and support the cause. He was the one whose eyes lit with fire while watching the news.

Scott had had to intervene on several occasions which was not only weird because it was Virgil getting angry, but once the reason for that anger was communicated to Scott, the argument flipped and ninety-nine percent of the time Virgil then had to stop Scott from doing dastardly things.

Gordon suspected Virgil hadn’t intervened on all of Scott’s actions and there were a few Gordon actions that neither brother was ever going to find out about.

Certain things had to be done after all.

But tonight was about celebration and Virgil had gone all out.

Engineer plus artist plus heavy lifting?

Equals Virgil.

His brother was dressed in a flowing dress of iridescent green scales. Interspersed with billowing satin and tulle in varying shades of green, the skirt leapt out into an amazing train that rustled as he walked.

It all thinned at his hips and wrapped around him like a serpent, the scales following the flow of its body. It disappeared up and over Virgil’s left shoulder only rear above him.

Virgil’s right shoulder was bare except for a scattering of viridian sequins that Gordon was far too familiar with.

The green dragon’s long prehensile neck terminated in a beautifully detailed head with eyes of light and breath of rainbow fire. It ducked and hissed around Virgil, brushing across his fully mohawked hair.

Which glittered as much as the rest of him.

Virgil was also wearing makeup, lining his already dark eyes and bringing their edges to points. He stared out at the world with pools of sharp shadow and whispered with lips of green.

The crowd murmured as he shrugged his shoulders and two deep green, massive reptilian wings unfolded behind him. His arms glittered in the light from the flame above and as he stepped forward, the whole apparition moved with him.

He stood beneath his ‘bird, body ramrod straight, dragon hissing around him.

“The Tracy family supports Pride in all its forms. You should be proud to be who you are.”

Then he smirked and spoke into the silence suddenly possessing the Sydney Mardi Gras.

“Let’s party.”

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Virgil Tracy #Gordon Tracy #Scott Tracy #John Tracy #Alan Tracy #a couple of OCs mentioned #nuttyfic reblog

[avengedbiologist]

#did i mention i love muscled women #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds 2015 #kayo kyrano #alan tracy #scott tracy #gordon tracy #virgil tracy #jeff tracy #thunderfam #my art

[i-t-guy-in-the-sky]

And people wonder why I pass some calls on to the local authorities.

Some people have different ideas of what an emergency is.

If I got Virgil and Gordon to go out just for that I'd be the one needing rescuing.

#tw swearing #swearing mention #virgil tracy #gordon tracy #scott tracy #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirdsarego #john tracy #thunderbirds #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds fanfiction

[bonsaiiiiiii-fics]

Fireflies

original post here

ok so, since I’ve taken a night stroll earlier tonight, i’ve decided that it’s a good time to repost here a fic i’ve made exactly 2 years ago (this time the fireflies are early lol)

i decided also not to edit this fic in any way because i thought i’d have ‘attacked’ the fic’s fluffiness, vibe and everything (although, now that i read it again, i might want to add some things…😏), so get it as it is, sentences that probably don’t make sense and incorrect grammar (you gotta get the whole deal)

summary: Alice takes a nice and relaxing night stroll, welcomed by the Island’s beach and a full Moon peeping out. (think of this moment as a separate thing and not in line with Dust’s timeline and events). the chapter is pretty short, and any doubts you might have will hopefully be cleared out in the tags

It was midnight, and Alice couldn’t sleep. She was on Tracy Island that day to spend some time with Virgil and the others, naturally after having entrusted her home in Los Angeles to a dear friend of hers. Now she didn’t notice the jet-lag, because she went back and forth as she liked between the US and Tracy Island, but she couldn’t sleep anyway that night.

She didn’t have any weird feelings or bad feelings. She just needed to get out a little bit, to get some air. She looked from out the window at the ceiling. As with every time she was in her room, the various constellations painted with fluorescent paint and the great White Moon welcomed and guarded her thoughts, and often even her worries.

That night he was in her room because she wanted to be alone to think; Virgil had fully approved, arguing that every now and then everyone needed to be alone to think. After all, during the afternoon they were completely alone cuddling lazily on his bed all the time, they had enough time for them.

Alice sighed deeply. Evidently not even her room was made to be alone to think that night. So she sat on the bed after having affectionately greeted with her eyes her stars, slipping the soft slippers to the feet. She wanted to get out and so she would.

Turning the abat-jour on the bedside table, which made a warm and faint yellow light around the room, she looked around to accustom her eyes to that little light, then she got up from her bed, heading towards the door leading to the closet, located not far from the en-suite bathroom and opposite the glass wall that led to the balcony.

She entered the small room, lighting the light there too, and then headed to a precise drawer and pull out her two-piece swimsuit, the one that Virgil loved so much. She took off her silk pajamas and black underwear, quickly but quietly putting on her costume, starting with her underwear and then slipping on her bra, quickly binding it just under her shoulders. Then she covered himself with the silk shawl that was part of the pajamas.

She turned off the light from the walk-in closet and went out, closing the door behind her. Then she changed the slippers with a pair of flip-flops, heading to turn off the abat-jour. She headed to the door holding the flip-flops in her hand. She didn’t need any noise now that everyone was asleep. She calmly opened the door and then left. She tiptoed down the hall, making sure not to make any noise. Luckily, the parquet floor underneath her did not creak, so her presence was not even felt.

She calmly went down the stairs and then proceeded to the living room. She was somewhat surprised when John did not appear as a hologram to greet her, though she expected it. Maybe he was asleep, like everyone else in the villa. She went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, and could clearly smell the chlorine in the pool first thing. She smiled a little and then drank the water in one breath.

Then she went out, clenched in her shawl, and was surprised to sense movement in the pool. At this time of night...?

Of course she knew it was about Gordon, and in fact her suspicions were immediately clarified when his twin brother pulled his head out of the water after a dive.

"Hey, you. Yes, right you." Alice whispered to Gordon, who looked at her surprised.

"I didn’t expect to find you up this late, Litchi. Can’t you sleep?" he whispered back.

"Don't call me Litchi." she murmured sternly. "No, I can’t sleep tonight, so I thought I’d take a stroll to the beach."

Gordon was about to replicate something, his glowing look of excitement, when Tiger, with a slight meowing, dived into the water right next to Gordon, who chuckled.

"Sometimes I seriously doubt he’s a cat." he said, pointing to the young tiger cat swimming comfortably in the pool, as if he were in its natural environment.

"True. It looks like he’s made for water. I’ve seen cats swimming like Tiger online, so it’s not totally impossible. Just hard to see." replied Alice, lifting her shoulders, and then lowering to put on her flip-flops.

"If you want, I can go down with you to the sea." Gordon whispered right away.

"If you want, yes."

"Then turn around. I have to put my boxers on."

"You mean you’ve bathed naked so far?" she whispered maliciously, then giggled, turning her back to her twin brother.

She immediately heard him coming out of the water, and when he whispered the ok she turned again.

"Nice abs, bro!" she whispered.

He rolled his eyes, but not after posing. "If Virgil hears you then he becomes jealous of me." When Alice rolled his eyes he continued. " I go inside to get a sweatshirt. If I’m not back in 5 minutes it means that Scott caught me."

She widened her eyes. " Scott is awake? But I haven’t met him at all!"

"I saw his room light go out just before I dived in. He retired recently, but that doesn’t mean he’s asleep. You have to be careful."

"Go then."

"Anyway, do you have the communicator?"

Alice nodded her head as she followed him into the living room. "How could I not have it? I wear it even when I sleep!" she whispered and then showed the bracelet that was on her wrist, so thin that it did not even look like a communicator.

"Wait for me outside." Gordon whispered, and Alice nodded on her way back to the pool, sitting on a deck chair nearby.

She could hear the crickets and the bubbling of an owl in the distance. She stopped to listen to that angelic sound for so long that she did not notice how much time had passed. When she looked at the wrist clock, she noticed that 15 minutes had passed. She got up from the deckchair and then walked a little, until she found a small underground path in front of her. Without thinking twice she took that path, arriving with some trouble at the beach in front of her. She headed toward the still warm sand and without thinking twice sat down on it, comforted by its warmth. She turned to put her black shawl on a rock in the pine forest, and what she saw at that moment took her breath away.

As she had walked in the woods to get to the beach she had never noticed the thousand fireflies that filled the trees with small lights, numerous and beautiful. They looked like stars came down to earth. Some of the bright insects even arrived on the beach, also illuminating the golden sand and, shortly after, the sea.

When she returned to the sand, this time to lie down on it, she realized that there was no moon in the sky. There were several stars bright enough but, although there was no cloud in the sky, the bright star had not yet made its appearance.

She sighed, and then stood up and walked safely to the water, leaving the flip-flops near the shawl and enjoying the sound of the sand creaking under her feet at every step she was taking. She began to immerse herself in the water little by little, comforted by the heat that was releasing from the sultry day just passed.

Everything looked different at night; even the living room of the villa was different at night. There was more room for nocturnal sounds, such as cicadas, crickets and owls, sounds that during the day could not be heard with various commitments. It was as if the world really took on life during the night, revealing this dark but charming side of her, or at least that’s what Alice has always thought since she was little. She liked to walk at night, she always liked it.

It was only when she arrived with the water up to her neck that she stopped. And she enjoyed the Moon that was beginning to peep out, reflecting on the water.

#Iris writes #FluffIris #EverydayIris #or should i say everynight iris lol #Alice Kim centered #oc #original character #Alice Kim #Gordon Tracy #Scott Tracy (mentioned) #Virgil Tracy (mentioned) #John Tracy (mentioned) #Tiger #Tiger is a smol cat the Tracy’s love #but i have yet to decide if it will join their liges on Dust’s timeline too #also you might read that Alice refers to Gordon as her twin #it’s because their birthdays are one a few days close to the other #thunderbirds are go #thunderfam #yes i’m tagging the Thunderfam in every TAG related fic #what about it lol #my fic #Fireflies #bonsaiiiiiii-fics

[outcastpack]

Turns out I don't want new, I want you

In which Liam realises he needed to stop lying to himself and everyone around him, and make a decision. To take a risk and fight or settle for safe.

No matter what choice he made, someone was going to be hurt in some way tonight.

What's this. Another fic in a few days. Yes it is!

Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken, Corey Bryant/Mason Hewitt, Hayden Romero/Tracy Stewart, Isaac Lahey/Scott McCall, Liam Dunbar/Original Male Character(s), Mentioned Malia Tate/Kira Yukimura, Past Theo Raeken/Original Female Character(s)

Characters: Liam Dunbar, Theo Raeken, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Mason Hewitt, Corey Bryant (Teen Wolf), Malia Tate, Isaac Lahey, Tracy Stewart, Hayden Romero, Original Male Character(s), Original Child Character(s), Josh Diaz (Teen Wolf), Mentioned Kira Yukimura - Character

Additional Tags: Liam Dunbar Loves Theo Raeken, Theo Raeken Loves Liam Dunbar, Bisexual Liam Dunbar, Bisexual Theo Raeken, Protective Tracy Stewart, Parent Theo Raeken, Liam Dunbar feels a lot of things, Wedding Rings, Feelings Realization, Pining Liam Dunbar.

#teen wolf #theo raeken #liam dunbar #thiam #thiam fic #feelings realization #dad theo raeken #thiam moodboard #inspired by robron #my writing

[idontknowreallywhy]

Resurface 14 - Revive

Previous bits here

It’s genuinely becoming a concern as to whether there are enough good words beginning with Re to get them through this… but they will, I promise.

💙💚🧡💙💚🧡💙💚🧡💙💚🧡💙💚🧡💙

It was an unfortunate but inevitable side effect of their occupation: Every Tracy had spent far too much time waiting by the bedside of a brother, willing them to open their eyes and say something to prove they would be ok. Scott, due to being able to thrive perfectly well for several days on catnapping alone, probably held the record. Virgil likely came a close second, although he was much more adept at snoozing heavily while he waited.

Scott kept vigil as always.

This time, though, it felt different. The longing to see his brother’s eyes peer up at him had never been tinged with dread before. He had never been afraid of what would happen when a brother awoke before. Of what a newly awoken brother might say. That… was new.

John waited too. Aside from chivvying each other to visit the toilet occasionally, neither were keen to leave each other’s presence, or Virgil’s. The others wouldn’t return with Grandma for a couple of hours yet, and Kayo was working with Brains on a better failsafe for Shadow and the other birds. For now, it was just the three of them.

The sedative had been wearing off slowly. Really, really, really slowly.

Agonisingly slowly.

There were two signs - the occasional bumps in heart rate were the easiest to track and John monitored these with his usual precision, occasionally passing a quiet comment as to the length and volume of the spikes.

Scott was more focussed on the other - the tiniest of movements in Virgil’s hands which had been lying limp on top of the covers, and which Scott had gently arranged and rearranged to try to find the most natural position for muscles and ligaments to rest in. He watched and waited and pondered whether he should move his brother’s right thumb a little to the left - was the hand too curled up, or was it meant to be that way? He was aware that there were probably much bigger issues at play right now but he didn’t want his brother to end up with aches that might hinder his playing or drawing. And this… this he could do something about.

He sighed and adjusted the thumb minutely, then pretending he hadn’t noticed John pretending not to notice.

It occurred to him that he never really saw Virgil’s hands at rest. His brother was always either tinkering with something, gesticulating expressively as he conversed, or tapping out a rhythm on the biceps of his folded arms… his denim clad thighs… or whatever surface happened to be nearby. Scott’s shoulder was not exempt as a surface but he never mentioned it for fear Virgil would become self-conscious and less inclined to casually throw his arm around his big brother at every opportunity.

Scott could never adequately explain even to himself how much it meant when Virgil did that. Neither could he articulate how when the arm eventually lifted and they went their separate ways, Scott would sometimes feel as he couldn’t be properly warm again until his brother’s arm was back where it belonged… his fingers unconsciously sharing with his big brother whatever pulse had captured his soul at that moment.

As children it was always Scott’s inability to stay put that people noticed: ‘If only you could stay still like your brother, look he’s sitting so nicely.’ Even then Scott knew, as had their Mom, that they weren’t so very different. Scott’s need to move was expressed on the macro plane, Virgil’s was no less insistent but hidden from the inattentive on the micro level.

And so Scott waited and watched for the familiar movement to return. John’s comm pulsed and he stepped out of the room to answer the call.

A stronger twitch of the fingers was accompanied by the slightest hint of tension in Virgil’s jaw. Scott reached out and placed his hand over one of his brother’s, seeking connection with that flicker of life… then picked up his hand and held it close to his chest. He found himself leaning forwards so that he could feel his brother’s breath on his cheek, seeking reassurance that Virgil was in there and would come back to him.

This meant, of course, that Scott’s eardrum was in prime exploding distance when Virgil yelled his name.

“SCOTT!”

The despair in that scream resonated through every cell of his body and Scott couldn’t do anything but wrap his brother in his arms and screw his eyes shut. Ear determinedly ringing, he felt the vibrations of Virgil’s pleading as clearly as he could hear them:

“Don’… pleee!! Sco…. I can’d w’ou… Da… NNN… Scoddy nnnnn…”

Scott hated waking from any kind of sedation - the sensation of being trapped, helpless between worlds, where the nightmares were stronger than reality. What kind of nightmare was Virgil experiencing? Or… Scott felt his throat constrict and buried his face in Virgil’s hair… was it worse than that? Was he, in fact, reliving emotions no brother should ever have to experience even the once?

“Sssshhh I’m here, I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere. I’m here. I’m not leaving you Virgil, I promise. I’m here.”

John had come running at the shout and Scott felt rather than saw his presence in the doorway, radiating questions and concern. Scott glanced up and shook his head minutely.

Even that slight movement was too much - Virgil gasped and his fingers tightened in a vice grip around Scott’s biceps, his face pushed hard into his collarbone. Big brother kissed the top of his head and little brother relaxed a little, taking a long breath in through his nose before going limp in Scott’s arms, apparently unconscious again. Scott laid him back gently on to the pillow and gently stroked the hair from Virgil’s damp forehead.

The mattress dipped as John perched carefully on the side of the bed, taking hold of Virgil’s hand and resting his other lightly on Scott’s shoulder. He squeezed gently and Scott placed his free hand on top of John’s.

And they waited.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #virgil tracy #john tracy #bereznik aftermath idontknowreallywhy fanfic #resurface fic

[skymaiden32]

What Makes You Special To Us

Thundertober/Inktober 2022 Day 28: Engineer

Sometimes, she needed a pick-me-up…

Continuity: TOS

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

Prompt list

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“G-Goodnight, Tin-Tin.” The older engineer smiled back at her as he left the hangar early for the night. She raised an eyebrow subtly before grinning back at him, waving as he left. That was weird. Brains never left early. As a matter of fact, he was often up until the sun came up the next morning, much to everyone’s dismay and concern.

“Night, Brains. Sleep well.” As her friend left, she turned her attention back to the fault on Thunderbird One’s systems that was taking up much of her time. She just couldn’t understand what was going on, and it was a fault on such a vital piece equipment that Scott would crash if he even tried to fly without it being solved. She wasn’t leaving until it was fixed…

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Alan grinned as he saw Brains come out of the hangar. He waved in the engineer’s direction. “Tin-Tin occupied?”

Brains nodded. “S-Something tells me w-we’ve got a while b-before she’s done. Whatever f-fault h-has ‘developed’ on Thunderbird O-One,” He made quotation marks in the air, “i-it’s a tough one.”

The youngest Tracy brother chuckled. “Never thought I’d see the day one of us agreed to sabotage our own Thunderbird.” He smirked. “How much trouble do you think Scott’s in with Tin?”

“A lot if we d-don’t get this p-party set u-up.” Brains smirked. “E-Even if we d-do, he’s gonna g-get an e-earful.”

Scott grumbled as he walked past, carrying a box of decorations. “Don’t remind me…”

“Ah, the thing we do for our friends…” Alan fell into step next to his brother. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s give her a party she’ll never forget.”

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They were just about finished with the decorations when they heard Tin-Tin’s furious voice echo through the hallway. 

“Scott Carpenter Tracy!” The brother in question froze. Virgil gave him a sympathetic pat on the back as he was walking past. “You are in so much trouble!”

A few moments of silence passed before Scott made his move, sighing. “Right. Let’s do this…”

While Scott was walking towards his certain doom, the rest of the family scrambled to turn the lights off and hide. A few minutes later, and Tin-Tin was led into the room.

“Okay, so I know I messed up, but hopefully this’ll make it up to you…”

Tin-Tin scoffed. “Scott, there is nothing you can do right now that’ll make me any less angry at yo-”

“Surprise!” The entire family popped up around her, Grandma switching the lights back on with impeccable timing to reveal a full spread of party food and a host of decorations.

Tin-Tin was speechless. “Oh…” She wiped a tear of joy from her face. “You did all of this for me? Why?”

“Because you do so much for all of us, and we wanted to show you how special you are to us…” Alan grinned, giving her a hug.

“Wait a minute…” The pieces clicked in her mind. She turned on Scott again. “Did you sabotage Thunderbird One to keep me occupied?”

“Maybe?...” Scott grinned sheepishly.

“That’s one way to get me out the way.” She grinned. “Thank you, all of you…”

Kyrano stepped forward to bring his daughter closer to the table. “Come, my daughter. Let us not let all of this become wasted…”

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds 1965 #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderfam #brains thunderbirds #tin tin kyrano #alan tracy #scott tracy #virgil tracy #grandma tracy #kyrano thunderbirds #other family members are there #they're just not mentioned #thundertober 2022

[hebuiltfive]

Sunday Snippet!

I've been working on some background to this WIP (What Should Have Stayed Buried) and, well ... Sorry. This whole story is going to put Scott through the wringer, but this snippet? This is only a fraction of it all, I think. It's nowhere near perfect yet, as it's still a WIP, but enjoy... kinda.

Trigger warnings for heavy angst content, mentions of torture (both mental and physical), abuse and captivity, and... just general pain. It's not intense but I'm covering my bases, just in case.

They were never getting out. They were never going to be free. No matter what he told his wingman in those moments of innate darkness, he still knew that tidbit of truth within this world of falsehoods and deceptions. This was their new forever, an infinite span of bleak desolation with no shortage of nightmare fuel to have them all burdened with sleepless nights.

Sometimes his personal nightmares strayed far away from the holding cell, to the embraces from warm bodies and whispers of admiration and love from brothers during cold, winter nights. To the scent of fresh lavender and aviation fuel that were synonymous with parents who cared. To the crunch of burnt cookies along with high tea, a combination that should have had the hostess politely turning away Grandma's offerings (though she never did), her puppy yapping up at him from the ornate rug beneath his feet.

Those moments in the dreams were a nice reprieve, a fairytale he could hold onto whilst the real memories ebbed and flowed from his psyche during the day. But, as nightmares usually tended to do, they often strayed from from that pleasing imagery and blended with the hellish reality he was currently living in. That picture perfect life of an heir with a promising future was unceremoniously crushed beneath heavy, steel-toe capped boots, and the culprit, customarily only certain captors he found particularly revoltingly cruel, stared him down with slimy, smug smiles, crushing the dreams of the could have beens, and probable would have beens, had he just paid more attention on that fly-by.

There was no room for what ifs in this hellhole, though. There was no time to dwell on what could have been. There were only dull recollections of the past, a heart weighed down with regrets and an unending amount of self-loathing that began building as a result.

Stern guards, who came to collect him for the day's torment, tugged and pushed him around as though he was a ragdoll, uncaring when he would fall to the cold ground, knees cracking at the unforgiving concrete surface. He always tried to hide any weaknesses but, with the lack of calories in his system from the lack of food, and the lack of any decent sleep for a variety of reasons, of which none were pleasant, sometimes the frailty showed. Sometimes, when his legs buckled beneath him, he couldn't do anything but let it happen. The incarcerators would laugh and jibe, and then happily humiliate him more in some cases because the Great Captain Tracy had been broken so easily.

#fic: what should have stayed buried #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds are go #scott tracy #thunderfam #angst #mentions of torture #abuse tw #captivity tw #i hope im tagging this right #let me know if I'm not #five fics

[squiddokiddo]

Squirt is adorable! I would love to know:

🌟 • Is your OC disabled, neurodivergent or mentally ill? Do they use any disability aids? What does support for their disability look like in the 2060s?

And

🫧• Name a character and I'll tell you what my OC thinks of them/their opinion on them. (Big Bro Scott)

🥰

Aww thanks.💛💛

🌟 • Is your OC disabled, neurodivergent or mentally ill? Do they use any disability aids? What does support for their disability look like in the 2060s?

Squirt is mentally ill, their illness stems from trauma they experienced before they met the Tracy family. I do want to write about this at some point but I'm not sure when I will.

Long story short, Squirt was originally a fun little self insert I made when I was 12. They have become more of their own character with their own story over time but I still project onto them a lot. The topic of trauma and mental illness and neurodivergence is important in Squirt's story because they helped me deal with my own while I was growing up.

When TAG came about, it became my safe space and it helped me cope through all of the shit I had to deal with as it got worse and worse, Squirt is rescued by IR at the lowest point in their life and is accepted into a cosy and loving family. I found a lot of comfort in Gordon which is why Squirt is so attached to him, underneath the anxiety and shyness Squirt is a little chaos gremlin because it was a part of my child self that was stripped away from me as I became more and more ill.

As I work on my own mental health, Squirt's story of healing will probably show itself and hopefully I'll be able to write about it more.

�� • Name a character and I'll tell you what my OC thinks of them/their opinion on them: Scott edition.

Oohhh Scott. There was a lot of mistrust in the beginning between these two, Scott was suspicious of Squirt, he would often say in front of them that he thought they were working for the Hood and Squirt felt threatened by Scott's reaction and would tend to avoid him.

Over time they got used to eachother, Squirt has become another sibling scooped under Scott's wing. Squirt sees Scott as the "grown up" to them he's the killjoy old man, they may stick with Gordon more than anyone else but it's mainly Scott and Grandma that have the authority and are involved in the important stuff like signing permission slips for school trips and dealing with documents when Squirt was being adopted into the family.

Squirt's mere presence makes Scott feel like an old man.

.⊹*𖦹Ask game𖦹*⊹.

#tw mental illness #tw trauma mention #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderfam #thunderbirds oc #sea-squirt tracy #scott tracy #gordon tracy #thunderbirds oc ask game #squiddo's inbox #squiddokiddo answers #idontknowreallywhy

[gumnut-logic]

Five pick ups and one drop off (Pick up 4)

Pick up 1 | Pick up 2 | Pick up 3 | Pick up 4

Scott is tired and a little pissed off, so watch for language. Again, kinda crack just for fun.

I hope you enjoy.

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Scott Tracy needed to re-apply his deodorant.

He was beginning to get a bit whiffy. But that’s what happens went you cut halfway across the planet after pulling a dozen people out from under a building in Taiwan.

As it was, he’d had to leave Virgil to liaise with local services to make it in time.

Thunderbird One wasn’t known for her shower facilities, but he had foreseen that in the past and his office in New York was set up with all the amenities including a spare business suit or two.

But that was a good five hours ago. If there was one advantage of crossing the dateline, it was the preservation of sunlight. He had the great pleasure of living the same day over again. With less concrete dust.

But more numbers and more annoying people.

One thing about rescue sites, bar the occasional asshole, was that the people there were usually very, very happy to see Scott and his brothers.

Here in the board room he received the distinct impression that at least several of the members would be much happier with his absence so they could do exactly what they wanted.

Which was what had been happening and why he was here.

“Sir, why the higher expenditure? Their employees are not our responsibility.”

Scott grit his teeth and his blood pressure sung in his ears. “We are saving the company and its employees. I believe with the correct financial support, they can become a solid division of Tracy Industries. We are not in the business of destroying lives.”

“This is not a rescue site, Tracy, this is business!”

Scott straightened from where he had been bent over the conference table, glaring at Martin at the far end, and pulled himself up to his full height before turning to glare at Landers on his left. “Not the way we conduct it.” His tone turned acid. “Do you think caring makes us soft, Landers?”

“Yes, it does. You are destroying our profit margin.”

Scott could not give a fuck about this particular profit margin. They were absorbing a large manufacturing business with its heart in country USA. If they didn’t handle the situation carefully, a good hundred thousand employees looked to lose lifetime jobs. The impact on the people and society would be massive. Not to mention a foolish move as TI’s most important asset was its talent. And there was good talent out there. The business had been struggling, but only to out compete TI, which it could no longer.

Its product was excellent. Brains and Virgil had done an assessment and agreed that the teams had potential. All they needed to do was absorb them into TI and then manage them into a better working culture in order to support that talent.

But it was obvious certain members of the board did not see things the same way as the Tracy brothers. Yes, the profit margin would suffer, may even go into cost in the short term, but it was the long term Scott Tracy was interested in and not lining his pockets at the cost of other people’s lives.

Tracy Industries was big and stable enough to take a hit for the common good.

“Landers…” Scott really wished his head wasn’t hurting so much. “…just go.”

“What? Go where?”

“Out.” Scott waved an irritated hand at the door. “Get out!”

“You can’t-“

“GO!”

The whole room jumped.

Landers glared everything at Scott, swore under his breath, and made a scene of gathering his tablet and collection of paraphernalia off the table and stomping towards the exit.

The moment he left, murmured protests rumbled around the room.

Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Carly, his EA, talking into her headset. A moment later Jeremy, his personal security guard, stepped into the room and took up a position quite casually just inside the door.

Great.

Not the best politic move, Tracy. But Landers was a dick and he had had it coming for a long time.

Scott had just needed to be irritated enough to follow through.

He leant over the table again. “Do we have any further objections?”

Martin at the far end was noting furiously on his tablet. Yeah, more trouble would come from that direction.

Scott sighed. He really wasn’t at his best. He needed sleep. The Virgil at the back of his head was jumping up and down on his neurons demanding he stop growling at staff and come home.

There was a knock at the door and that same brother, still dressed in his IR uniform, stuck his head through. “Hey, excuse me, I need to borrow the President for a moment.”

The room was still rumbling and didn’t really respond. Scott strode over to his brother. “What is it?”

“Come out here for a sec.”

“I can’t leave right now.”

“Yes, you can.” A heavy lifting arm reached in and yanked him out into the hall.

“Virgil, what the hell?”

But his brother was busy staring at him, dark eyes assessing him as if he was capable of medically scanning him with the melanin in his eyeballs. “You’re coming with me.” And before Scott could react - a definite sign of exhaustion if there was one - Virgil lifted him in one quick move and threw him over his shoulder.

“Virgil, what the fuck?!” He struggled, but Virgil was known for his iron grip and even in Scott’s worst moments, he couldn’t hurt his brother.

“We are going home.”

“It’s an important meeting!” The view of the floor and his brother’s butt was infuriating.

“I know. Which is why we let you go initially. However, that was hours ago, and before you disassemble the board one by one, we are intervening.”

“We?”

“Hi, Scott.”

He cranked his head up just in time to see John walk past in a crisp turquoise-grey suit. “What? John? Virgil, put me down!”

“Nope.” They entered an elevator…going up, no doubt to the roof.

“Virgil, please. John will eviscerate them.”

“Yep.” They stepped out into sunlight.

“Aww, c’mon. They’re scared of him.”

“Yep.” A big green shadow loomed over them and Virgil stepped onto her elevator, giving Scott a fantastic view of checkerplate and nothing else. “It will do them good.”

“Virg-“

“Nope. Bed.”

“Please?”

His brother kicked the wall of the cockpit and folded down one of the stretchers. He rolled Scott gently off his shoulder, carefully catching his head and neck and let him sink into the soft medical support.

Every muscle cheered in gratitude.

“Virg…” God, he was tired.

His brother responded by brushing a hair out of his eyes, his gloved hand pushing Scott’s mess of hair back from his forehead. Kind eyes looked down at him. “You need rest, big brother.”

Sure fingers darted over his body, doing up safety straps and securing him in place, and for some reason Scott did not have the energy to protest.

He fell asleep halfway across the Pacific lulled to rest by the comforting roar of his brother’s ‘bird.

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[riallasheng]

Good day, Sheng I hope you've had a lovely day!

I was curious to know if you had any information on what the TB TOS boys studied and specialized in? Were they awarded with anything?

Hello my lovely anon! I apologize for the delay, but I was out visiting friends until late yesterday. ^^ I'm home again, which means I can dig through my novels and comics to answer this as best I am able!

Of the various sources, the official bios (there's at least 3 versions there of), the TV21 comics, and the Fleetway comics are the ones that are most likely to give the answers. There are also bits and bobs scattered around the various canon sources. Overall, I'm pulling mostly from the Fleetway for this, as it actually went the most into depth for what you're asking and while Fleetway / complete Thunderbirds Story DOES have some continuity / canonicity issues the education and specializations parts overall are solid.

Going in my preferred age order (because there's actually more than one XD )

This got long, so readmore deployed! ^^

Scott:

Given the ages involved, Scott skipped grades to one degree or another, because he seems to have graduated high school at 16-17 rather than 18. (Spoiler Warning: Gordon is the only Tracy that didn't skip grades. TinTin and Brains skip grades too, although Penny did not)

Scott seemingly went to a 'normal' college / university for ~2 years (Fleetway puts it as Tracy University, where Scott specialized in astronautics and got his astronaut wings, which at minimum DOES explain where / when Scott GOT his astronaut wings, which he DOES canonically have as all his official bios mention he is a trained astronaut and he is one of Three's canon pilots with a fair amount of knowledge / skill in space) as he doesn't start Yale until 18

At 18, Scott went to Yale for 2-3 years and finished his formal education at Oxford for 1-2 years (these numbers bounce around a bit in the various bios/mentions - though it being ~4 years in total is constant across all of them) and graduated top of his class - though not valedictorian or salutatorian, simply in the top 10 / top 5 - specializing in aeronautics / aeronautic engineering, mathematics, and navigation. We know he does have SOME education / degree in engineering as he the one that helps in designing / engineering / etc alongside Virgil. We also know he was heavily involved in the design of Thunderbird 1 and 2, with some refs to him being the primary designer on One. Scott definitely has a Bachelors and might have a Masters in one / two / all of his three degrees, but there's no indication that he has a Doctorate in anything. He seems to have had aeronautics / aeronautic engineering as his primary.

All of Scott's bios state that he served in the Air Force right out of College (so he would have joined at 22 to 23 years of age, then would have served 4-6 years). He was an officer, rather than enlisted, although his stated final rank ranges between Captain (of-3) to Colonel (of-6) so you likely can go with what you please there, although Scott IS referred to as a 'commanding officer' in the Air Force, which usually means Major (of-4), Lieutenant Colonel (of-5), or Colonel (of-6) though. We've no idea what his callsign would have been, though some fanon ones I've seen are Flyboy, Ace, Scooter, Falcon and Eagle. I use Mercury myself (Mercury Seven, and it refs his speed AND 'silver tongue'/communication skills)

There's multiple references to Scott serving in 'the War', although what War that is is VERY vague and hard to pinpoint. (Oddly, Fleetway using the 2020s timeline DOES make IDing the war in question easier... With Scott serving in his 20s, that would make the war in Fleetway the Global Conflict / WW3, which took place ~2010 and was how the Global Government / World Government formed.) For the most common 2060s timeline, it's really unclear what 'war' Scott would have been fighting in in the 2050s. outside of the confusion of 'what war', Scott was at minimum an 'ace' (5 kills in aerial combat / dogfighting), might have been an 'ace ace' (25+ kills) although that one MIGHT be a misprint where the word ace was accidently doubled, and there is a passing reference in either the novels or comics (I forget which ^^;; ) to him being 'War Ace', which is a title awarded to the 'best pilot / most skilled ace' in a war. So 'War Ace' is a potential accomplishment for him

He is officially a 'test pilot', and can fly pretty much anything / everything. It's mentioned he CAN fly the Tiger Moth so he can mange bi-planes, he apparently flew a stunt plane (so propeller), he's helicopter (and apparently helijet) certified, and he's flown a wide array of jets, rocket-planes, and space craft. (He has a pilot's license, helicopter / helijet license, and astropilot license). He has a Class-D (standard driver's) license, and he apparently knows how to drive a motorcycle so a Class-M license too. He might have a Class-B (farming equipment) license, and would have had a military license that functioned as a CBL (commercial) Class A/B/C license and might have gone through the work to get that again as a civilian. We do see Scott driving heavy equipment and the like when not 'IR' so he might have the commercial license. He has a non-commercial boating license, and miiiiight have a civilian submarine-craft license. Seems to have a diving license. Definitely has a sky-diving and paragliding license.

Scott somehow was given the Medal of Valor and quite possibly Medal of Honor as well. both are EXTREMLY difficult to achieve medals, almost always only given out in wartime, and we never are told what he did to achieve them

Scott retired in his 'late 20s' (probably around 28) 'with honors', which would mean an Honorable Discharge. That's right about when IR would be in the final set up stages / Tracy Island buildings and silos being built and the like.

It's strongly implied in the comics that Scott was a POW at some point, but nothing officially states it flat out. There's a vague refence to him having been shot down at some point in the comics as well. These have lead to the widespread fanon that Scott was a POW, usually in Bereznik. If this is the case, Scott would have a Purple Heart Medal and a Prisoner of War Medal. It also would explain why no one finds it odd that he retired as young / early as he did.

John:

Rather like Scott, John seems to have skipped grades, as he graduates High School at ~15 years of age (there's a VAGUE hint in TV21 that it might have been as low as 14. It's also implied to have been that low in Fleetway because John is only around 21 when he starts at Tracy University, AFTER finishing 6 years at Harvard).

While John has always been deeply interested in manned space flight and the heavens in general, his real passion (and career) is canonically in communications.

John starts attending Harvard University, and graduates as Valedictorian (he's top of his class, but there's a mention to him giving a speech at his graduation, which usually goes to Valedictorian) getting his degree in electronics and laser communications / communications in general. Since he wrote a thesis, he must have gotten a doctorate in ONE of these fields (likely communications)

John was HEAVILY involved in the design / building of IRs communications gear and might even have been the lead in it. both the 'listening in' and the 'communicating between each other' parts. He also seemingly was very heavily involved in the designing of TB5

He created a laser communications device that was 'revolutionary' and won him awards and accolades. (An achievement that was later stolen by Lt. Green in his bio... Spectrum bios had a VERY bad habit of stealing accomplishments of previously existing characters. In further example, Green also stole 'best communications officer / specialist WASP has ever had' from Phones, Harmony stole 'best pilot alive' from Scott, Grey stole 'back messed up and 4 months in hospital after a sub/high speed boat crash from Gordon AND 'first captain of the Stingray' from Troy, and Rhapsody stole quite a few of Penny's spy achievements)

John also located a previously unknown quasar, which became known as the Tracy Quasar System.

He's published at minimum 4 astronomy and outer-space textbooks, and at least 1 book on communications

After getting a doctorate in ~6 years at Harvard at 20-21 years of age, John then got his astronaut wings / became an astronaut. Fleetway puts him at Tracy University for this as well. (He might have been Valedictorian again, as he's referred to as being such for his astronaut training in... Countdown? I legit forget where the ref is. There's an implication that John was Valedictorian more than once, basically). All of the Tracys are genius level smart, but John seems to be the brightest star of them all

John worked on a civilian (or at least non-military) space station / space program for at least a few years. What group and station is debatable. It could be NASA, the World Space Program, etc. He further could have been on the International Space Station, Freedom Station, etc. The only things off the table are military groups, and he CAN'T have served in the World Space Patrol (Fireball XL5)

John has his pilot's license and space-pilot / astropilot license. He likely has a rocket-plane license (ie: a atmospheric craft that can escape the atmosphere and is space capable). He MIGHT have a helijet license, but he doesn't have a helicopter license. He has a Class-D (standard driver's) license, and he apparently knows how to drive a motorcycle so a Class-M license too. He might have a Class-B (farming equipment) license. He has a non-commerical boating license, and miiiiight have a civilian submarine-craft license. Seems to have diving license. Might have a sky-diving and paragliding license.

John also is a highly skilled athlete, having achieved many awards and records. We only know about him being involved in running, but WHAT KIND of running varies between sprinting (rare), long-distance (more commonly reffed) and cross-country (most commonly reffed), or trail or obstacle course (middling)

I'm not sure how John left his space career / stopped working on the space station without attracting attention, oddly he's the ONLY one that doesn't have an easy excuse for joining IR! Scott apparently had SOMETHING happen that gave him an honorable discharge and had no one questioning him retiring from the Air Force, Virgil apparently intended to work as an engineer FOR Jeff's company once he graduated, Gordon had the hydrofoil crash and an Honorable or Medical Discharge from WASP, and Alan was only 19 and hadn't really STARTED a career. TinTin either was just finishing her University education and/or like Virgil was working for Jeff's company as an engineer. Brains started working for Jeff at his company while Brains was still in college. John's the only one with a career outside of Jeff's company that DOESN'T have a coinvent 'stop working there' excuse.

Virgil:

continuing the running theme, Virgil seems to have skipped grades - more than Scott did, but less than John, graduating High School at 15-16.

Virgil started higher education at 16 at Denver School for Advanced Technology, but he's sometimes put in Yale or another Tech school. What his degree was varies. Fleetway has it as 'Advanced Technology', but he's also had Engineering / Nuclear Engineering listed in his official bios. He usually took art classes and music classes, and sometimes he has a degree in art or music mentioned, so he likely minored in art and/or music alongside his Advanced Technology / engineering major. He seems to have graduated at 20-21 with a Masters in Tech/Engineering and a Bachelors in art/music. There's no refences at all to him having a doctorate (only John and Brains have that), and while he seems to have been 'top of his class', there's no indication he was Valedictorian or Salutatorian. So, like Scott he would have been in the top 10 or top 5, but not the number 1 or 2 slots.

Fleetway claims that Virgil was on the Denver Football team and was a good player on it, but that is the only reference to it or sports in general. Something to remember is that Virgil is actually NOT the heaviest / buffiest in build of the brothers in TOS. He's well built, but Scott and Alan are both heavier /buffer in build than he is, as is his father. Virgil isn't LEAN, but he'd be a Middleweight, built sort of like Tony or tom Cruise or the like. Muscled, but not a brick house. Scott is consistantly referred to as 'powerful' in build, and is drawn as heavier / bulkier in muscles than Virgil. Heavyweight class or something like the traditional 'superman' build like Cavill or the like. Alan and Jeff are a bit more powerful / bulky in build than Scott, so upper end of the Heavyweight. Not modern day Body builder / the Hulk bulk, but say Hulk Hogan, Dwayne Johnson, Arnold in Terminator / Predator type build. Gordon is about Virgil's build / a swimmer's build. John is lean /lithe but not lanky. Built like a runner.

Virgil HAS sold art and had it on display at galleries, possibly even at a museum or two, which is quite the accomplishment. He's also played music semi-professionally, although I can't find or recall an refences to him winning awards or contests in music.

Like John, Virgil got his astronaut wings / went to a second school after his primary (Fleetway again puts this as Tracy University) and he seems to have gone to this second school when he was ~21. Fleetway has a fun incident where, while at Tracy U, he used his advanced technology degree to service a faulty space capsule during a training space-flight.

So far as I can tell, Virgil's plan was to graduate and work for Tracy Tech / Tracy Industries / whatever version of the MULTIPLE names that Jeff's company has you'd like to use XD upon graduation. He likely DOES officially work as an engineer for his Dad's company (his brothers as well) on top of IR duties.

Given when IR got started (September of 2065) and Virgil's age AND his graduation date(s), Virgil would have been working at Jeff's company for at least a couple of years before IR got started.

He has a Class-D (standard driver's) license, but no Class-M / motorcyle that we're aware of. He ABSOLUTELY has a Class-B (farming equipment) license, and has a CBL (commercial) Class A/B/C license. We know he has a pilot's license. While he has his astronaut wings, he might not have an astropilot license, but he would at least he have a 'limited' one - equivalent of a 'student driver' where he can be a co-pilot but not a solo. He has a helicopter and helijet license. Seems to have both a commerical and non-commerical boating license. Seems to have a civilian submarine craft license. Might have a diving license. Probably has a skydiving and paragliding license.

Gordon:

Only one of the brothers NOT to skip grades, as he goes straight from High School to WASP Academy at ~18.

Gordon was showing skill in swimming at only 3 years of age, and joined a professional swim team as early as possible (13 or so, though he would have been on school swim teams / training prior to that)

Gordon was one of, if not the, fastest freestyle swimmers in his prime. We know he won Gold in the Olympics for the Butterfly Stroke at 16 (Considering his birthyear, he might actually have been 17 given the years the Olympics fall on). We know he also got other awards / medals, but we can take it as fact that his only Olympic Gold was this. He might have gotten Silver and Bronze in other races. However given the 4 year gaps, this would have been the ONLY Olympics Gordon took part in - he would have been too young for the previous, and the ones after would be either after his hyrdofoil accident or IR.

Gordon went from high school straight into WASP. He probably was 18, buuuuuuuut there are hints that Gordon might have served in whatever War Scott and Phones and Troy and others in that age group fought in, so Gordon MIGHT have been able to sign up for WASP at 17 and basically before he graduated high school. To quickly explain, while you can sign up for the military at 17 with a guardian's permission for most branches… submarine service (and thus WASP) is not one of them, as it's strictly volunteer and 18+. You have to VOLUNTEER to be on a sub, and outside of wartimes you must be 18 or older. Thus IF, and only if, there was a 'War' on, Gordon could have joined WASP at 17.

Gordon was put in command of a bathyscape, which means he was an officer. You usually have to be 19 to become an officer / begin officer training BUT you can start at 18 during wartimes so... Gordon would have started his officer training at 18-19 and become an officer at 19-20. We've no mention of what rank Gordon was at his retirement, but to command a submarine, even a bathyscape, he has to have been a Lieutenant-Commander (of-3) minimum, but he can't have been more than a Captain (of-5) as he wasn't part of the admiralty. I make him a Commander (of-4) because I am an old geek woman and I love him having the rank level of 4 XD

While in WASP, Gordon came up with a revolutionary and unique underwater breathing apparatus... it's implied that the scuba gear we see used in Stingray are the ones that Gordon designed. Gordon later improved these for IR.

Gordon was in a high speed hyrdofoil crash (I know it says 400 mph, but I honestly would prefer it to have been going FAR slower... 400 km/h maybe XD ) that almost killed him, injured his back, and left him in a WASP hospital for 4 months (note that is his FULL TIME in the hospital, including his initial / in hospital Physical Therapy). The crash happened VERY recently, btw, like two years MAX before the pilot episode, but no less than a year and a half prior to the pilot, so it would have happened no earlier than Sept 2063 and no later than Mar 2064. A lot of fans give him lingering physical issues from this (heck I'm one of them), BUT it's important to remember that we see Gordon getting up to fairly normal physical activities in all canon material (even Fleetway where his accident is directly mentioned / shown), so he is not HEAVILY impacted by this. If he has chronic pain, it's mild for instance. If he throws his back out on occasion, it's rare and he recovers quickly, etc.

He has a military boating and submarine license, as well as a non-commercial boating license and civilian submarine-craft license. he miiiiiight have a commercial boating license, but he's never shown with commercial craft so *shrug emoji*. he ABSOLUTELY has a diving license. He has a Class-D (standard driver's) license. He might have a Class-B (farming equipment) license, and would have had a military license that functioned as a CBL (commercial) Class A/B/C license and might have gone through the work to get that again as a civilian. Likely has a piloting license, might have a helicopter and helijet license.

Alan:

Alan was interested in both car racing and space from a young age (and unlike TaG, it looks like he actually had a stronger interest in CARS than in rockets). He seems to have skipped grades, as he was in college by 15 years of age as he was far enough into his astronaut training to be in space at 16 as one of Alan's accomplishments is that he is the youngest astronaut / lunarnaut known, having been either in space OR on the moon (or at minimum he got his astronaut wings) at only 16 years of age AND he still holds the record for highest number of passes and holds the current record for graduating in record time.

It looks like Alan went first to college for his astronaut wings (Fleetway has it as Tracy University) and likely got a Bachelors, graduating at 16 years of age.

He then went to another school (Fleetway lists Colorado Tech / Denver Tech) and got a Masters at 17 (maaaaybe 18). WHAT he got it in varies wildly across canon sources though. He's got astronatical engineering, space travel, CAR engineering / design, and communications listed. So likely pick and choose as ye please. I personally go for Vehicular (car) and astronautical engineering. To be totally honest, I'd replace the Tech school with a Racing Academy and have it where Alan got a Bachelors in astronatical engineering at Tracy University at 16, and a second Bachelors in Vehicular Engineering & Design at a Racing School at 17, then went from there to join the World Space Patrol Astopilot Academy for 1-2 years before going back to his racing career for the 1-2 years before he joins IR

Alan then joined the World Astronaut Patrol Academy... aka the military branch that Fireball XL5 is part of. Alan was in the Astropilot program, but for unknown reasons in canon, he left WSP / Astropilot program before graduating when he was still 18. To solve this issue, I replaced one of the astronovices in the Fireball comic story 'The Astronovices' with Alan, as that would have given him a General or Dishonorable Discharge. Alan DOES hold the record for youngest Astronovice as he joined at ~17 or so, and he apparently was pretty likely to be one of the few to pass the grueling requirements and graduate (seriously, out of an intake of 200 potentials, less that 25 graduate for each 2-3 year training cycle).

Alan started his racing career while still in college, likely starting driving at 16-17 as it's said he's been racing for 'a few years' when he wins Pararola at 19/20. He probably paused the racing career for the 1-2 years he was in the Astronovice program, then resumed it at 18 when he left WSP (for whatever reason he DID leave). He apparently has a few wins / medals in racing under his belt and left a successful racing career to join IR, although he WAS young enough (only 19) that him deciding to join Jeff's company as a vehicle engineer who occasionally tests the vehicles the company makes likely wouldn't draw too much attention. (Alan was a 'champion' race driver and officially a car designer by the time he joined IR at 19.)

He ABSOLUTELY has a Class-D (standard driver's) license, and seemingly has a Class-M / motorcyle, and obviously has a SCCA (racing) license. He might have a Class-B (farming equipment) license, but that's debatable. We know he has a pilot's license. He might have a helicopter license, but we never once see him piloting a helicopter. He's a bit more likely to have his helijet license. He ABSOLUTELY has an astropilot license, even if he didn't get the military / Fireball craft license. Seems to have a non-commerical boating license and a civilian submarine craft license. Has a diving license. Probably has a skydiving and paragliding license. Certainly has a rocket-plane (aka astmospheric craft that can escape gravitational pull and is space capable) license.

If anyone wants, I'll do these for TinTin, Brains and Penny - I'll even try it for Jeff, Kyrano, and Grandma Tracy, although we have FAR less to go on for them