Title: Vengeant ChorusPart One of Chapter Four of Sotto VoceAuthor: Gumnut30-31 Aug 2018Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOSRating: TeenSummary: Sometimes the voices are far too loud to ignore.Word count: 1600Spoilers & warnings: Spoilers for Season 2Author’s note: This isn’t even a whole chapter, but half of one. I didn’t want you to wait much longer as work is taking pretty much everything at the moment. This chapter explains a lot and changes the playing field. I am so thankful for all the wonderful feedback, encouragement and painful howls I have received from you during the writing of this fic. Believe me, I have been howling alongside you. If you think reading this hurts, being submersed in the three dimensional world in my head as I write it is far more intense. So yeah, I’m hanging on the cliff with you all as work interrupts and takes me away…oh, and that annoying need to sleep. So here, have half a chapter and I really hope you enjoy it. Give Virgil some hugs from me 😀 He seriously needs them.Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother. “No! No, I won’t!” Virgil clutched his head and […]
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for @mypheralside because I know she will like it. Warnings for whump and much ouch. Poor Virgil ::cries:: “No! No, I won’t!” Virgil clutched his head and screamed. He crumpled in his seat, tears squeezed from the corners of his scrunched-up eyes. Brains’ throat hurt, but he didn’t have time to acknowledge the pain. He took advantage of Virgil’s sudden impairment and hurriedly disabled Thunderbird Two to prevent the ill engineer from commandeering her again. He secured her with a sixteen-digit encrypted password and lowered the hatch to allow a panicked Scott on board. The eldest Tracy leapt into the cockpit before the hatch could fully rise, just in time to catch his brother as his back arched in spasm and he fell sideways out of the pilot’s chair, his scream strangling to a gurgle as he seized. Scott dragged him free of the dash, laying him out on the floor of TB2, giving him room as his body tensed even further, before curling in on itself. Virgil gasped, his eyes wide and darting back and forth before suddenly latching onto Scott. Voice whisper-hoarse. “I-I w-will NOT!”. And he choked out another scream. And another. Virgil’s pain echoed off the […]
Title: Attempt: chapter three of Sotto VoceAuthor: Gumnut28-30 Aug 2018Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOSRating: TeenSummary: Sometimes the voices are far too loud to ignore.Word count: 1800Spoilers & warnings: Mentions of suicide. Spoilers for the end of Season 2Author’s note: This is the shortest installment so far, but it called for it again. Feel free to join me on the giant cliff of hang again. Sorry ::hugs::Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother. Scott nursed his coffee, staring out into the morning sun. Down below Gordon was lapping the pool, but it was one of the loungers that kept Scott’s attention. Virgil was asleep sprawled on his back, shirtless. Scott didn’t know how long he had been there. He was there at five am when Scott went for his morning run and he was still there when he got back. Nothing seemed to have disturbed his snoring. It was unusual, to say the least. Why he was out here, Scott didn’t have a clue. Usually Virgil didn’t see daylight until at least past nine unless there was a callout or his ‘Bird needed some extra attention. His brother was more of a late […]
At any other time, Virgil falling off a lounger would have been hilarious, but after recent events, everyone was touchy around the second eldest. They had almost lost him and Virgil was no joking matter. “I’m fine, Gordon. Just a bad dream.” And then Virgil’s glare hit Scott with a dare for him to say anything else. Scott obliged and with a sense of déjà vu offered him a hand up. “Pancaking again, Virg?” The glare sharpened, but he took the offered hand as a wet Gordon stepped back, expression slightly confused. Virgil grunted as he righted himself. It was obvious his brother was stiff and sore, and he staggered slightly, Scott using his other hand to steady him. “Any reason for sleeping beside the pool?” “I needed the air.” Virgil didn’t look at him. “I’m going to go have a shower.” He took a step towards the house. “See you at breakfast.” Virgil waved a negligent hand in his direction as he walked off into the house. “Weird.” Scott looked down at Gordon and let out a worried breath. “Yeah.” -o-o-o- Sotto Voce Did some writing, despite brain pain (not as bad as Virgil’s, do not worry, I just […]
Title: First Words: chapter two of Sotto VoceAuthor: Gumnut27-28 Aug 2018Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOSRating: TeenSummary: Sometimes the voices are far too loud to ignore.Word count: 2410Spoilers & warnings: NoneAuthor’s note: A quick note on my Thunderbirds universe – it was pure Thunderbirds Are Go, but having read so much TOS fic, elements have crept into my head and warped it somewhat. In particular the histories of the characters have taken on what would normally be considered TOS backstory. I still live in TAG land, but you will find elements of TOS floating around. So no Jeff, occasional Kayo, but hydrofoil crashes, Olympic medals and racing trophies tend to be mentioned. Probably to make up for the lack of backstory for the characters in TAG. This chapter is shorter than expected, but demanded to end here. This of course means there is likely to be four chapters plus epilogue rather than the planned three, but that will just teach me to never and try to predict things like this 😀 Thank you all for your screams of cliffhanger agony and yells of encouragement, you are all wonderful and I couldn’t write without you ::hugs:: I hope you enjoy […]
“Can you tell me your name?” The voice was female and Scott stepped back to let the doctor closer to her patient.” My name? “Virgil.” A slow relaxed blink. “Virgil Grissom Tracy.” Who are you? “Do you know your birthdate?” Another slow blink. “August 15th.” “Do you remember what year?” “Yesterday.” A pause. “Okay, Virgil. Do you remember what happened to you?” What happened? “I was flying.” He frowned. “Now I’m here.” He looked up at his brother. “Where am I?” The walls were unfamiliar. Another frown. “A hydrofoil. Gordon! Where’s Gordon?!” He tried to sit up, but Scott held him down. “Gordon is fine. You were piloting the hydrofoil.” Virgil stared up at him. “Me?” His eyes darted to his legs and he bent them at the knees, wriggling his toes. Oh, thank god they ached so much. He let them drop and sighed back into the bed. “I’m okay.” A hitched breath. “I’m okay.” Scott’s lips were thin and his frown worried. Virgil tentatively reached out. “Are you okay?” A breath exploded from his brother and he ran a hand through his hair. “Am I okay?” A choked sound was the only answer. The doctor touched Scott’s arm. […]
Title: WhispersChapter one of Sotto VoceAuthor: Gumnut25-26 Aug 2018Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOSRating: TeenSummary: Sometimes the voices are far too loud to ignore.Word count: 4051Spoilers & warnings: NoneAuthor’s note: this one took a long time to jell in my head and was particularly difficult to write. It wouldn’t behave. I’m hoping now that it is well and truly started that it will flow better. And, I’m sorry, but this definitely ends in a cliffhanger, so be warned.Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother. -o-o-o- Sometimes the rescue itself wasn’t the hardest part. In fact, that was often the easiest. Focussed, pumped full of adrenalin, it happened, he didn’t think he just did. There was a goal and he tunnel-visioned until he achieved it. Sometimes it was afterwards, when all that adrenalin was spent, when the aches and pains demanded attention, when his body just wanted sleep, that were the worst. Because no matter the rescue, there was always cleanup, whether it was successful or not. Today was a mixture of both. They’d saved the children, but lost the parents and it just tore at him. It tore at all of them. The […]
A knock on his door and before he could answer, Scott dipped his head in. He obviously had something to say, but was interrupted by finding his brother sitting on his bedroom floor. A frown. “You okay?” Virgil sighed. “I’m fine.” Scott had been hovering for the past four days, as expected after any injury, and Virgil appreciated it, but it was starting to get tiresome. “Why are you on the floor?” “Because it is comfortable.” Another frown. “Did you fall out of bed?” “No, I swam out of it.” The non-sequitur made his brother blink before the concerned frown turned into an exasperated glare. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine!” “Okay!” There was silence for a moment, then Virgil found himself smirking, despite everything. His brother also appeared to be trying to keep a straight face. “Doofus.” “Muttonhead.” “Cheeseball.” “Spacecase.” “Pancake.” “Pancake?” “Well, you are flat on your butt, aren’t you?” Scott finally entered the room and offered him a hand up. Virgil mocked glared up at him as he took his hand and levered himself off the floor. He didn’t miss the pair of blue eyes assessing him as he did so. Whispers
Makin’ earrings 😀 Hopefully more writing soon. I promise Virgil is down but not out 😀 Nutty (Unfortunately my favourite characters spend a lot of time out of commission)
For @weirdburketeer because you asked for it 😀 Sometimes the rescue itself wasn’t the hardest part. In fact, that was often the easiest. Focussed, pumped full of adrenalin, it happened, he didn’t think he just did. There was a goal and he tunnel-visioned until he achieved it. Sometimes it was afterwards, when all that adrenalin was spent, when the aches and pains demanded attention, when his body just wanted sleep, that were the worst. Because no matter the rescue, there was always cleanup, whether it was successful or not. Today was a mixture of both. They’d saved the children, but lost the parents and it just tore at him. It tore at all of them. The sound of rushing water was the continual reminder. He wanted nothing more than to escape this place and the life taking river beside them. Thunderbird Two stood with him, silent in the rain, cranked up on her struts, the pod bay door open awaiting the pods’ return. One pod wouldn’t be returning. Not in one piece. Thunderbird One was chasing it down the swollen river in the hope of recovery. Heavy flotsam had been too much for the argument between TB2’s grapple and the […]
Still recovering from evil lurgy, but making a start on catching up on the jewellery work I’ve been ignoring while writing 😀 I have a major market in November and need to create stock 😀 Might do some writing tonight. Have plot on the brain ::cackles evilly:: Poor Virgil. In the meantime, I’m set up outside thoroughly enjoying the first of the spring weather, watching Thunderbirds Are Go on the iPad and beading in my pyjamas 😀 Nutty (The sun is back, yay!)
Virgil was sitting in the rain and he was soaked to the bone. But he didn’t care. His eyes were closed and there were raindrops splashing on his cheeks. Fortunately, it was warm rain. Tropical Tracy Island warm rain. But it was wet nonetheless. He was laid out on one of the pool loungers, t-shirt and long pants plastered to his skin. He wore no shoes and his toes wriggled as they were splattered with water. And he was humming. It was an old song about rain and he found it rather appropriate. For a moment he stuck out his tongue, giggling just a little at the tickle and the taste of the summer storm. The underside of his eyelids lit up in a blaze of light, quickly followed by the sharp crack of thunder. It rumbled through the lounger rattling his bones. Virgil laughed. “Is that the best you can do?!” He shouted it up into the dark sky. The rain fell harder. “I dare you to do more. I dare you!” Lightning struck the palm tree nearest to him. The sound was all encompassing. The ground shook and it rained cinders as he fell off the lounger and […]
The doctors couldn’t give him any definitive answers. Virgil’s body had taken such a beating, between the injury and the infections, they couldn’t guarantee his brother had it in him to survive. Scott’s spirit steeled at that. Virgil was one of the strongest people he knew. He was fit, he was healthy, he was as stubborn as the Thunderbird he flew. And he had four brothers who dearly wanted to see him fly her again. International Rescue shut down its services for an indefinite amount of time. The world complained, but Scott didn’t have the ears for it. He spent his days beside his fallen brother, attempting to give him what he could in his fight. But no matter what he did, Virgil lay there waxen and drawn, not waking, not reacting. To anything. Now there was talk of maybe he would never wake up. Gordon ended up yelling at the doctor and had to be restrained, Scott pulling him back into his arms, desperately trying to give what little comfort he could. Alan looked like a ghost, there but not. John disappeared into research desperately looking for something that might help. And Scott…Scott wept when no one was looking. […]
Title: Epilogue to LovePart 7 of 6, directly after LoveAuthor: Gumnut19-20 Aug 2018Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/Thunderbirds: TOSRating: TeenSummary: For the world is unkind and it needs your touch.Word count: 2426Spoilers & warnings: NoneAuthor’s note: Gordon had questions. The result was this. Virgil was uncooperative as per usual and I don’t think anyone really got any clear answers. But then, was it really anyone’s business? Eh, make of it what you will, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. Many, many thanks to all the wonderful people who have read, liked, commented and reviewed this fic. You all feed my pen.Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother. Virgil closed his eyes and let the sun settle on his face. It wasn’t often that he lazed by the pool, but since the incident at St Bart’s he hadn’t been particularly mobile. He was still severely underweight, pale and slow moving, thanks to the dark scarring on the right side of his abdomen. The day was perfect and after his physio in the pool, kindly supervised by Gordon, he lay topless in the sun, enjoying the warmth and the vitalising rays. He let himself relax. Sun. […]
And I’m off sick from work today with coughing lurgy. ::looks around studio:: So what the hell am I going to do? ::coughs up lung again:: Hmm, apparently not much. ::glares at world:: ::wanders off looking for Virgil fic:: Nutty(with extra goop)
Scott Tracy woke with one hell of a headache. The first thing he saw was the ceiling of the infirmary. The second was his sleeping brother. Virgil lay on the bed next to him, on his stomach, with his face smashed up against his pillow, snoring softly. Scott’s eyes automatically scanned him for injury but could find nothing obvious. As to how either of them had ended up here…something must have happened on the last mission, but he was having trouble recalling exactly what the last mission was. Virgil snuffled in his sleep, a frown briefly creasing his brow before settling again. Scott’s insides tensed. Sleep hadn’t been Virgil’s friend for some time. He silently wished for this moment to be quiet and undisturbed. It was relaxing to just share a room with the man. He had missed Virgil. His youngest brothers were excellent rescue operatives and he loved them dearly, but Virgil…working with Virgil was seamless. They communicated without words, they knew each other so well, that they could anticipate exactly what was needed and when. And his quiet brother’s silent support was all he needed to face anything. It had been like losing a limb when Virgil was […]
Virgil closed his eyes and let the sun settle on his face. It wasn’t often that he lazed by the pool, but since the incident at St Bart’s he hadn’t been particularly mobile. He was still severely underweight, pale and slow moving, thanks to the dark scarring on the right side of his abdomen. The day was perfect and after his physio in the pool, kindly supervised by Gordon, he lay topless in the sun, enjoying the warmth and the vitalising rays. He let himself relax. Sun. The sound of birds. The splash of water as his brother did a few laps. He was home. He was slowly getting better. No, don’t think about that. Focus on the pleasant. Tune in to the island. A moment of relief. “Virgil?” Well, at least one moment. He refused to open his eyes. “Yes, Gordon?”
Nutty got cold. Feel yuck. May need Virgil!sick fic written/rec’d. May even write my own if I can find the energy. Though may still have some scenes to add to last fic if anyone wants them. I think Gordon has more to say, maybe even Virgil himself. But ugh, sick. Also exhibition opening in about 14 hors, need to be functional. ::falls flat on bed:: Nutty (Ugh)
Title: LovePart 6 of 6, directly after LearnAuthor: Gumnut14-16 Aug 2018Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/Thunderbirds: TOSRating: TeenSummary: For the world is unkind and it needs your touch.Word count: 5076Spoilers & warnings: NoneAuthor’s note: I have no idea whether this worked or not. I claim no knowledge of any of the subjects so I apologise if my mad Librarian skillz haven’t been up to task. No beta, because I’m too lazy. I really hope you enjoy it in any case.Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother. The piano stool was a little high for him, but not high enough to daunt his determination. If Mom could sit up there, so could he. He shoved his chest onto the soft cover, pushing himself up, feet dangling below as he twisted his hips, attempting to get a leg up. An extra swing and his knee caught the edge and he pulled himself up. Pushing himself upright, he finally found himself sitting at the piano. His feet dangled way off the ground. But he could reach those wonderful keys. Reaching out, he touched one slice of ivory just gently. A single note thrummed softly. Another. A higher note. […]
Scott shifted in his chair, turning to look at Gordon. “Haven’t you ever wondered why, in a family full of stars, Virgil has never shone as brightly?” Gordon frowned. “What do you mean?” “Look at you, you are an Olympic Gold Medallist. Alan is a champion race car driver. John an astronaut – you don’t get much higher in achievement than astronaut, so that adds even more shine to Alan. Me, I’m top of the line Air Force. Dad, another astronaut and one of the best businessmen on the planet.” He paused for breath. “But what is Virgil?” Gordon’s hackles rose. “Virgil is a brilliant engineer. What the hell are you saying, Scott?” “Gordon.” His brother reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. “Engineering was Virgil’s second choice in career. Not his first.”