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thedryswan · 2 years

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Gran Roca Ranch - 2035

From another room in the ranch, Lucille heard the plaintive yell.

“Daaaadddyyyyy! Scott stole my space wocket!”

She shook her head, this was definitely something Jeff could handle. Her oldest son and her youngest were at that stage of fighting over every toy they came across. John loved anything and everything to do with space so when Grandma had given him a set of space themed toys for his recent birthday he had been metaphorically over the moon.

Her middle son entered the kitchen where she was looking through the refrigerator.

“Whatcha doing, Mommy?”

“Hi sweetheart,” she leaned down awkwardly, the bump making moving easily a bit of a challenge, and dropped a kiss on his forehead, although he was only five years old and turning into the peacekeeper of the three brothers, he had obviously decided that the current circumstances could only be resolved with parental intervention.

“I am making a cake for Daddy’s birthday.”

“Virgil help?”

She laughed, “Of course Virgil can help. Now let’s just find you an apron. Hop up onto your step and wash those hands – I’ve no idea where you’ve been.”

As instructed, Virgil washed his hands (with soap) and dried them on the embroidered towel. He then proceeded to push the wooden step across the tile kitchen floor, a loud scraping noise reverberating from the cupboards.

“You could just pick it up? Alright then, I’ve already set the oven to warm and Virgil doesn’t touch the oven because it’s?”

“Hot!”

“Exactly. So first of all, we need to weigh out 150 grammes of butter and 200 grammes of sugar. Here are the scales, so off you go.”

Tongue between his teeth, Virgil concentrated on measuring out the correct amounts and scooping them into the deep mixing bowl.

“Mix! Mix! Mix!” he yelled cheerfully, taking the wooden spoon his mother offered and beginning to whip the soft butter and sugar to what the recipe called a cream consistency while she peeled and finely grated 175 grammes of carrots.

“That’s perfect, sweetheart. Now, let’s weigh out 200 grammes of the self raising flour and add a level teaspoon of baking powder and a level teaspoon of ground dry cinnamon.”

Without spreading too much flour over the worktop, Virgil added the ingredients to the bowl along with the grated carrots.

“Two eggs next and while you’re stirring it carefully, I’ll prepare the cake tin.” Lucille buttered and lined the tin with baking parchment and peered into the bowl, smiling. It looked like her little boy had inherited her baking skills. They poured the cake batter into the tin, smoothing the top, and slid it gently into the middle of the oven.

“Is it ready now? Can we eat it yet?” Virgil was always impatient when baking cakes.

“Not yet my darling, it needs a good 45 minutes until we can take it out. But you can sit here while I make a start on dinner and lick the bowl.”

She looked across at him a few moments later, he was sitting on his step, legs crossed at the ankles swinging back and forward. Humming a tune he was learning on the piano, he was running a finger around the inside of the mixing bowl to scrape out the last dregs of cake mix, a blob on the tip of his nose.

Could life be any sweeter?

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Tracy Island – 2072

“Whatcha doing, Daddy?”

“Hi sweetheart,” he leaned down and dropped a kiss on the little boy’s forehead.

“I am making a cake for Grandpa’s birthday.”

“Tom help?”

He laughed, “Of course Tom can help. Now let’s just find you an apron. Hop up onto your step and wash those hands – I can tell you’ve been messing around with Uncle Scott’s toolbox.”

Thomas washed his hands (with soap) and dried them on his dark blue denim shorts, then picked up the bulky, heavy wooden step and carried to where his father was lining packets up on the worktop.

“I’ve already set the oven to warm and Tom doesn’t touch the oven because it’s?”

“Hot!”

“Exactly.”

As Virgil had been taught all those years ago, so he showed his son how to weigh ingredients and stir them together to end up with a smooth cake mix, lining the cake tin and place it gently in the oven, taking care to turn the tin part way through cooking to make it bake evenly.

“You can sit here and lick the bowl while I load up the dishwasher and then I will take over from Mommy so she can see about starting on dinner.”

Tom sat contentedly humming and scraping any last traces of cake mix while Anahera tried to encourage Elise to finish one last spoonful of mushed up fruit.

“Aunty Hera?” asked a little boy with turquoise eyes and vibrant red hair, tearfully running into the kitchen, “Giselle took my space rocket!”

Anahera sighed. Would Scott’s daughter and John’s son ever get along? There were days when the family had their doubts.

Chuckling as his nephew started dragging his wife away, Virgil couldn’t help but wonder. Despite the chaos of three families co-existing on one small island, could life be any sweeter?

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mae-the-4th · 2 years

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5+1 Scott and Alan (Carrying) Part 4

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Part 1

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Part 3

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-4-

“Scott? Can you come pick me up?”

It was barely even a whimper over the audio-only hologram call. The voice was slightly nasally and hoarse – as well as plainly miserable. Scott jumped up from where he’d been sitting cross-legged on the island’s balcony, overlooking the pool. “Allie? What’s wrong? What happened?” Alan barely called home from boarding school unless it was the weekend or something was really wrong.

There was a pause and a sniffle. “Just, come pick me up?”

Half an hour later, Scott was striding up the stairs to Alan’s boarding school, the smell of Tracy One’s afterburners still lingering in the air along with the scent of scorched grass. Oh well. He’d pay for it later. His kid brother needed him.

Scott barely stopped to sign in at reception, instead continuing on to where he knew his brother’s dorm room was. Kids scrambled to get out of his way, murmurs of “International Rescue” following his every step. Oops, sorry Alan.

The amount of people trickled to almost nothing as soon as Scott hit the dormitory area. He scoured each door until he found the one he was looking for. There was a dent in the wood, new since the last time he’d been here just over two months ago. Raising his hand, Scott knocked. “Allie?”

The door violently opened, and suddenly his arms were full of sobbing baby brother.

“Alan, hey, calm down, I’m here.”

Alan only sobbed harder, clutching the eldest around the middle. Slightly shocked and now more than a little concerned, Scott gently carded his fingers through the blond hair. When it was obvious that Alan wasn’t going to let go soon, Scott bent and scooped him up. At eleven years old, Alan had proclaimed himself ‘too old to be picked up’, but there was no reaction this time.

Scott finally stepped into the room, knocking the door closed with his foot. Dodging the mess on the floor, he carried Alan over to the bed, complete with rumpled sheets and a tear-stained pillow. Setting him down, he tried to gently untangle himself from the embrace, but Alan was having none of it.

“No,” he whispered, “don’t go away.”

“Alright, it’s okay.” Dread stabbed Scott through. “I’m not going anywhere.”

In the minutes it took to calm Alan down, Scott’s mind was racing. Alan had only been at this new boarding school for a couple of months, but he seemed to be enjoying it so far. They’d had to move him and Gordon after their dad disappeared. Someone had leaked that the elusive Tracy boys attended a certain boarding school when not at their mysterious island, and the press had started to harass both teachers and students alike about International Rescue and the recent disappearance of its commander. Alan and Gordon had lived in a state of constant stress, still recovering from Jeff’s death. Grandma Tracy had made the decision to move them to somewhere no one knew who they were, and so far, it had worked. For Alan, at least. After only a couple of weeks at the school, Gordon had gotten word that his application to WASP had been accepted and he graduated early, much to the disappointment of his younger brother. But Alan bounced back fairly quickly, it seemed, and he had told them about his friends and schoolwork every time he spoke to his family on the island.

After a while, Alan slowly raised his head. Scott watched him carefully. Alan was like John and Virgil – push him and he wouldn’t tell you a thing but be patient and he’d tell you what was on his mind.

“I had history today,” he finally whispered. “We’re beginning a new unit. Space missions.”

Oh.

“Dad was mentioned,” Alan’s breath hitched. “The teacher said that he was one of the best astronauts of our time, and– and that it was such a shame when he…” He broke off, dissolving in sobs once again. He tightened his grip on Scott’s hoodie, and Scott found himself similarly clinging to his brother. Memories assaulted him at once, memories not even six months old.

“I miss him, Scotty.”

“So do I.”

“He’s not coming back, is he? Like Mum?”

“No,” Scott whispered, almost too quiet to hear and even harder to say. “He’s not.”

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Welp! These are just getting longer and longer and I am really enjoying it! I was thinking that the family would take Alan back home to the island after this incident and continue homeschooling him, or at least, get hologram Zoom-calls or something. I can only imagine the questions and attention Alan would get after a member of International Rescue visited. Someone would two and two together, figure everything out, and then naturally everyone would know. Besides, Alan's training needs to begin!

Desperately need ideas for the next one! Something needs to go wrong on a rescue, or Alan messes up somehow, but I don't know what! Any ideas??

#thunderbirds #thunderbirdsarego #scott tracy #alan tracy #jeff tracy #hugs and cuddles

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i-t-guy-in-the-sky · 2 months

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Tracy Log: 03/08/2066

RESCUE REPORT:

Call received at 13:26, reports of a rambler trapped in an abandoned missile silo some 8 meters below ground.

Call sent by companion (uninjured) stating that the victim had climbed to the apex of the hill- created after the covering of the shelter entrance- in order to film a segment for their YouTube channel.

Upon reaching the top they started filming but the ground they were standing on began to shift, having become unstable due to nearby building work causing heavy flooding in the area.

The platform upon which they were standing -which doubled as a the lid to the silo- crumbled and they fell straight down into the silo.

Thunderbirds 1 and 2 deployed with Scott, Virgil, and Gordon aboard.

Victim knocked unconscious on impact, and didn't regain consciousness until Scott reached the danger zone.

Scott used our jetpack technology to lower himself down in order to assess the victim and secure them for transport.

Unfortunately, due to the nature of the fall and the subsequent injuries, although victim regained consciousness briefly, they were in too much pain. Scott issued painkillers to make them more comfortable, but they succumbed to their injuries before Scott or the team on Thunderbird 2 were able to help.

Reports will be sent, along with our video footage, to the local police force for processing and our standard letter of condolence, as well as resources, has been sent to the bereaved.

END REPORT.

John leaned back, allowing the freedom of Zero-G to support his body as he pressed save on his screen and swiped it away.

He could still hear, could still see, the devastation on his brother's face as he reported that their mission had not been successful. Scott had tried to stay businesslike, to report the facts as they appeared, but John knew it was never that easy.

He watched every rescue as standard, ready to help in any way he could, and he had heard the laboured breathing of the victim, their pain filled crying and the wheezing, rattle in their chest.

They had asked Scott for help and he had promised them he would get them out of there. And he had, he'd helped the only way he could, by making them comfortable and holding their hand as their life had slipped away. And then he'd done his job and gotten them out as promised, just not in the way any of them would have wished.

Losses were inevitable, and they were lucky enough that they didn't have to deal with them that often, but that just made it all the harder when it did.

He wanted to be down there to support his brother, knowing he would be beating himself up about it even though there was nothing anyone could have done, but he still had to file the report with the local authorities and alert the bereavement counsellor they kept on retainer in case the victim's family were in need and couldn't provide their own.

Still, he had a secret weapon that he was merciless in deploying when a situation called for it, and this was definitely that situation.

He pulled up his screen again and touched the little symbol of a witch’s hat.

-x-

Scott’s eyes flew open as the first pounding notes of a song blasted through the speaker system of the lounge.

There went his peace and quiet. Couldn't a man brood alone in this house without some idiot feeling the need to disturb him?

“Why am I not surprised?” he bitched when his sister-in-law slid into the room and struck a dramatic pose. Please don't let her start to sing. He loved her but his temples were already throbbing and he didn't think his nerves could take it.

Thankfully -if you could count that- she stuck to lip syncing along as Tina Turner blasted out her most famous number.

“I call you when I need you, my heart's on fire,” Selene mimed, holding her hands over her heart as she rocked back and forth on the spot. “You come to me, come to me wild and wild.” She gestured to him to stand up and join her, but he folded his arms and resolutely refused, he wasn't in the mood for such silliness. A man had just died, did she not understand that?

“When you come to me, give me everything I need,” Selene continued as if he wasn't glaring a hole into her, she just gyrated on the spot, her head bobbing. “Give me a lifetime of promises and a world of dreams, speak a language of love like you know what it means.”

She settled into a power pose stance and prepared for the first big moment of the song.

“Mmm, and it can't be wrong, take my heart and make it strong, baby…” She paused in her bouncing sway to make sure he was paying attention before she belted out the words along with Tina.

“You're simply the best!” She pointed her finger directly in his face. “Better than all the rest.” Powerful head pumping. “Better than anyone.” Arms swaying above her head. “Anyone I've ever met.”

She clutched her hands to her heart as she swayed along to the words, miming along for all she was worth. She knew how to give a rousing performance and he deserved it.

“I'm stuck on your heart

I hang on every word you say.”

“No you don't,” Scott argued, but he was beginning to feel a little amused.

“Tear us apart,” Selene mimed then stuck her tongue out at him. “Baby, I would rather be dead.”

Scott's lips twitched, just a tiny bit, but she saw it and knew that she'd got him. He was hers now.

She moved closer until she was directly in front of him and carried on lip syncing along, pantoming the moves.

“In your heart, I see the star of every night and every day.”

She grabbed him by the hand and dragged him to his feet, ignoring his protests.

“In your eyes, I get lost, I get washed away.”

She kept hold of his hand, but stretched out their arms so that she could spin herself in against his chest in what she thought was the slickest move ever. He automatically grabbed on, holding her in case she fell.

“Just as long as I'm here in your arms, I could be in no better place…”

She wound up to the next line, tipped her head back onto his shoulder, eyes closed as she belted out the words like a woman possessed. “You're simply the best.”

She swayed from side to side, forcing him to move with her or lose his balance. “Better than all the rest. Better than anyone, anyone I've ever met.”

She felt the shaking of his shoulders as he started to laugh, but she couldn't hear much over the music. Not that that mattered, she knew her plan was working.

“Ooh, I'm stuck on your heart, I hang on every word you say.”

She wound her way out of his arms again in true ballroom dancing fashion but kept hold of his hand.

"Don't tear us apart,no, no, no. Baby, I would rather be dead!”

Scott span her again and she latched her arms around his neck, moving together now. This time he joined in, actually singing, which she now joined in with, uncaring as to how bad she sounded.

“Each time you leave me, I start losing control,

You're walking away with my heart and my soul.

I can feel you even when I'm alone, oh baby, don't let go!”

They danced a haphazard path around the coffee table and up the steps to a clear spot of floor just in time for the next part. They bounced around, Scott mimed playing a saxophone as Selene did her best Tina Turner gyrations -if the woman herself could move like that in her 70s Selene had no excuse to let the said down.

“Ooh, you're the best, ooh.”

Arms were waved as they sang. Selene had managed to grab Kayo's discarded hairbrush off a side table and was using it in her best teenage girl sleepover fashion.

“Better than all the rest. Better than anyone, anyone I've ever met.”

Scott took her outstretched hand and wound his fingers through hers, allowing her to swing his arm around as they sang the next lines.

“Ooh, I'm stuck on your heart, I hang on every word you say. Don't tear us apart, no, no, Baby, I would rather be dead!”

She let go of his hand and threw her head back to scream the next line.

“You're the best!”

They broke apart to dance on their own as the music pumped winding up for the finale. Scott was fully in the grove now, his face losing the haggard sadness she'd seen when she'd first entered the room. They were karaoke masters, they knew how to match actions to the words and they did it with style.

"Ooh, you're simply the best. Better than all the rest. Better than anyone, Anyone I've ever met!”

They bounced on the spot, singing at the top of their lungs, heads thrown back as they let the music and the fun of the moment wash away the disappointment and sadness of the day.

“I'm stuck on your heart, baby. I hang on every word you say.” Heads bobbed, fingers clicked, booties shimmied, hips gyrated as they let themselves go. “Don't tear us apart, no, no, no. Baby, I would rather be dead!”

Selene was very out of breath now, and why shouldn't she be, she been carrying this performance after all, but he was worth it. They bounced back together again, and she grabbed his hand, squeezing it tight to make sure he was fully understanding the reason behind her song choice.

“Oh, you're the best. You're better than all the rest

Better than anyone, anyone I've ever met.”

She locked eyes with him as the song wound down and spoke the last words directly to her very best friend in the entire world, and thankfully he was right there with her. “Ooh, you're the best.”

She was there to catch him in a huge hug as the music died away, leaving them panting for breath. The man could run the length of the island but make him dance and he'd be puffing like an old steam train in minutes.

“Beer?” she offered, kissing the top of his head where he'd faceplanted her shoulder.

It took him a moment, but finally he mumbled, “Yeah, that’d be good. Thanks.” That last word meant everything to her and told her that he appreciated her efforts more than he would probably admit.

She nodded and gave him another squeezy hug before she let him go, confident that she'd made her point. He was the best, the best brother, the best friend and the best rescuer out there. And whenever he doubted himself she'd be there to kick his arse until he realised the error of his ways.

-x-

John smiled to himself as he watched the live lounge feed. His wife was certainly unconventional in her approach but she got the job done.

And, until he could get home he knew his brother was in the best hands now. She'd make sure that he remembered that he was the best.

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