Dear John

Title:
Dear John

Tales
of Sotto Voce

Author:
Gumnut

9-10
Sep 2018

Fandom:
Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS

Rating:
Teen

Summary:
‘It hurt so much. I couldn’t do what he asked, so he just hurt me more. And
then I think he just hurt me because he could. There wasn’t any way out. And he
looked just like you. I think that hurt the most.’

Word
count: 3082

Spoilers
& warnings: Spoilers for Season 2 and Sotto Voce

Author’s
note: This one is a little different. It is set shortly after Virgil wakes up
on the third day. Things aren’t great for anyone. I hope you enjoy it 😀 

Disclaimer:
Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother.

-o-o-o-

Message from OntheVirg.

Dear John.

I don’t really know where to start
other than to say that I am so sorry. This is not your fault and I know I’m
hurting you. If I could stop I would.

I miss you, little brother, please
don’t doubt that ever. This thing that bastard has done to me has come between
us, but I still love you (yes, I said it, you can now poke fun) and we will get
through it. Somehow.

I’m having a hell of a time
talking at the moment, so even if I could bear to be in the same room with you,
having a conversation would be difficult. Would you mind if we swapped words
using the message system? A little odd to be pen pals when we are only a couple
of rooms away, but I’m hoping it will help. And I miss you.

Your brother,
Virgil.

John stared at the message and something inside him broke. He knew
the state his brother was in. He was still confined to the infirmary, could
barely walk due to dizzy spells, could barely speak, and was wracked with
emotional instability, his brain struggling to right itself after the attack.

Yet, he had managed to write this?

Message from GuyintheSky.

Certainly, Virgil.

I think it is a good idea. It is
likely to help us regain our relationship.

It is also great to see you able
to write so well, considering your condition. I am very happy to hear from you.

And yes, I love you, too. No
poking required.

I am also so sorry this has
happened to you. I would offer some regrets, but I cannot see any way that we
could have honestly prevented it. Looking back reveals so many opportunities,
yet given the same situations with the same information at the time, we would
have acted in exactly the same manner. It appears the Hood planned well for
once in his life and he almost succeeded.

The only element that he didn’t
plan for was you. It is you we have to thank for his failure. I have never been
more thankful for your stubborn streak in my life.

I’m am so proud to have such a
strong big brother.

John.

He hit send and bit his lip. He wouldn’t list personal relations
in his list of best skills, but Virgil knew that. He just hoped he was good
enough.

Several hours later, John was startled out of the sub-function he
was writing by a chime from his tablet.

Message from OntheVirg.

John.

Thank you for your vote of
confidence. To be honest all I could think of at the time was that I couldn’t
let you have my ship. You yelled and screamed, but no, you couldn’t have her.
Then you hurt me, tried to force me, but no

Sorry, wasn’t you.

V

It was to be expected. John was surprised the message had even
been sent and not deleted. Perhaps Virgil had hit the wrong button. Or perhaps
he was trying to explain.

Message from GuyintheSky.

Virgil.

There are no words for the extent
of the anger I feel for the violation made against you. There is no need to
apologise. I understand, big brother.

Please if you need to talk. I am
here.

John

He swallowed and hit send.

Message from OntheVirg.

Do you remember that deer Dad
found on the side of the road that had been hit by a car? How it looked up at
us desperate for help, but somehow knew it wasn’t going to come?

It felt like that.

It
hurt so much. I couldn’t do what he asked, so he just hurt me more. And then I
think he just hurt me because he could. There wasn’t any way out.

And
he looked just like you. I think that hurt the most.

V

He had to resist the urge to run down the hallway and hug his
brother. He rubbed his eyes instead.

Message from GuyintheSky.

I really wish I could hug you
right now. Tell Scott to give you a hug from me.

Do you know why he looked like me?

John

Message from
TheFlyingScottsman.

Hug delivered.

You okay?

S

Message from GuyintheSky.

As well as I could be considering
the circumstances. How is he?

John.

Message from
TheFlyingScottsman.

Struggling to type. We’re going to
have to call it quits soon. It is taking everything he has to hit those keys.
But I think he needs this.

Thank you for being there.

How goes the programming?

S

Message from GuyintheSky.

Don’t let him overtax himself.

Where else would I be? He is my
big brother.

Slowly. Whoever did this really
knew what they were doing. It is cutting edge work. I can guarantee that the
Hood outsourced it. Far too smart for him. I recommend we set Penelope and Kayo
on their tail. I dread to think what else this person could be capable of
doing. Brains has already started the groundwork to protect our systems. We
have a long road ahead to get our equipment up to a level I will be happy to
let out on the field without fear of compromise.

I’m afraid International Rescue is
down for the count for the foreseeable future.

John.

Message from
TheFlyingScottsman.

Damn. I still had hope for a magic
wand. Do your best. I know you will.

Oh, and if you need to talk, let
me know. Virgil isn’t the only victim here.

S

Message from OntheVirg

Gonna have to stop soon. Tired.

I have thought about that and I’m
not sure. Have you ever met the Hood? I don’t think you have. So I’m wondering
how on Earth he knew what you looked like.

But then perhaps he didn’t have to
know. Perhaps the program just needed to source the most likely person in my
head it could use. You are unique, little brother. Because you spend so much
time on TB5, I mostly see you as a hologram. That would be extremely convenient
for a mole.

In any case, I fell for it.

V

Message from
TheFlyingScottsman.

He’s asleep.

You know, watching him, I can see
why the Hood didn’t win. He won’t give up. By the end of his last message his
hands were shaking so badly, I had to help him tap the right keys. Wouldn’t let
me do it for him, no, he had to do it himself.

 

We are so damn lucky to have him for
a brother.

S

Message from GuyintheSky.

I know.

J

Message from TheFlyingScottsman.

Johnny?

He was still sitting, staring down at his tablet when Scott
entered the room behind him. He continued to stare as his brother’s hands took
away the tablet and placed on the shelf beside him. When a hand was placed
gently on his shoulder he finally looked up into those caring blue eyes.

It was enough to break him again.

For the first time in many years, his biggest brother drew him
gently into a hug. John let his forehead drop to the soft material of Scott’s
shirt and simply clung.

-o-o-o-

Message from OntheVirg.

Roses are red
We wear blue
I look groovy
And so do you.

Message from OntheVirg.

There once was a flyboy named
Scott
Who used to fly around a lot
He flew so fast
He kissed his own ass
And completely lost the plot.

Message from OntheVirg.

And then there was one named John
Whose appendages were quite long
In space he was ace
Full of delicate grace
But in gravity everything went wrong.

Message from GuyintheSky.

GORDON, GET OFF VIRGIL’S TABLET!

-o-o-o-

Message from GuyintheSky.

You there, Virgil?

Message from LikeaVirgil.

Yeah.

Message from GuyintheSky.

How are you?

Message from LikeaVirgil.

Been better.

Message from GuyintheSky.

Scott with you?

Message from LikeaVirgil.

No. I sent him to bed. He looked
awful. Please make sure he looks after himself. You know what he is like when
one of us is injured.

Message from GuyintheSky.

I’ve been trying, but he is
slippery. Any tips?

Message from LikeaVirgil.

Don’t take no for an answer and,
if necessary, manhandle
.

Message from GuyintheSky.

I don’t exactly have your
physique, Virgil
.

Message from LikeaVirgil.

Out logic him then. He does see
sense occasionally.

Message from GuyintheSky.

I’ll try.

Virgil, I had an idea about how we
could see each other. Do you remember my prom?

Message from LikeaVirgil.

Really?!! You’d try that again?

Message from GuyintheSky.

Do you think it would help?

Message from LikeaVirgil.

Honestly, John, I don’t know.
Maybe. It is certainly a fond memory, for me, if not for you. Would you really
do that for me?

Message from GuyintheSky.

Of course. It will grow back and
maybe that could help you ease back into seeing me?

Message from LikeaVirgil.

You would really go that far?

Message from GuyintheSky.

Wouldn’t you?

Message from LikeaVirgil.

Maybe.

Message from GuyintheSky.

I know you better than that.

Message from LikeaVirgil.

It is asking a lot. Are you sure?

Message from
LittleSpaceballs

John.

Can you please give Gordon access
to his tablet. He is driving me insane.

A

Message from GuyintheSky.

Yes, Virgil. Give me a moment. Alan
is throwing a hissy.

Message from GuyintheSky.

No, Alan.

Message from
LittleSpaceballs
.

Then at least change my username
for me. He’s locked me out of my settings and his sense of humour leaves much
to be desired.

Message from GuyintheSky.

Sure.

Message from TheShortestOne.

Thanks, John. Yours isn’t much
better.

Message from GuyintheSky.

Now you lack the balls.

Message from
TheShortestOne.

You’re not safe on your little
satellite at the moment, John. Remember that.

Message from GuyintheSky.

Go and see Virgil. He needs the
company.

Message from
TheShortestOne.

How is he doing?

Message from GuyintheSky.

Go and ask him. I’m sure he would
love to see you.

Message from TheShortestOne.

I guess.

Message from GuyintheSky.

Have you gone to see him at all?

Message from TheShortestOne.

I’ve been busy.

Message from GuyintheSky.

Alan.

Message from
TheShortestOne.

Okay.

Message from GuyintheSky.

Alan.

Message from TheShortestOne.

I hate seeing him like that.

Message from GuyintheSky.

We all hate seeing him like that. This
isn’t about us, it is about him. He sacrificed so much to protect us, the least
you can do is visit him while he is recovering. He’ll be missing you. You know
what he is like.

Message from TheShortestOne.

I know.

Message from GuyintheSky.

Get Gordon to go with you if it
will help.

Message from
TheShortestOne.

Maybe.

Message from GuyintheSky.

Alan, do you have any idea how
much I would like to walk in and see Virgil right now? But I can’t. Move your
ass and go see him.

Message from LikeaVirgil.

Everything okay?

Message from GuyintheSky.

Yeah, Alan is just being Alan.

Message from LikeaVirgil.

He tends to do that. Being Alan
and all.

Message from GuyintheSky.

Ha ha.

Message from LikeaVirgil.

So you are going to try it?

Message from GuyintheSky.

Yeah.

Message from LikeaVirgil.

I’ll owe you big time, Johnny.

Message from GuyintheSky.

No, you won’t.

Message from LikeaVirgil.

Do I get to keep proof?

Message from GuyintheSky.

I’m sure Gordon will oblige – at a
factor of approximately one thousand.

Message from LikeaVirgil.

It will be painful. You have my
sympathies. Speak of the devil, the terrible two are here. Speak to you later?

Message from GuyintheSky.

Of course. And you have my
sympathies too. Yell if it becomes unbearable.

-o-o-o-

Message from
EatYourVirgetables.

Fgxzs

Message from GuyintheSky

Virgil?

When his brother didn’t answer, John pulled up the video feed from
his room. Virgil was not in his bed, the covers ruffled and discarded.

Frowning John scanned the room. For a moment he thought it was
empty, but no. Right on the very edge of the camera field, a hand lay across a
discarded tablet on the floor.

He hit his comm. “Scott, get to the infirmary, now!” And he was
moving.

He didn’t know exactly where in the building Scott was, but John
was close. He dashed down the corridor, tore around the corner…and Scott had
beat him to it.

Virgil was on the floor, distressed and disoriented, struggling to
get up. Scott knelt beside him, his hands on his brother’s shoulders muttering
reassurances.

John slipped back into the shadows. He could not be seen.
Certainly not when Virgil was in this state.

“It was a nightmare. Only a dream.”

“It h-rts. G-d, it h-rts.” There were unshed tears in his
brother’s voice, a shaking hand fumbling at his temple. “Mk it g ‘way.”

“I-I can’t, Virg. I’m so sorry.”

Virgil let out a sob. “Why? Why d-s he w-nt to h-rt m?

“Because he was a self-serving bastard who would do anything to
get what he wants.” The venom in Scott’s tone startled Virgil.

“J-hn?”

Oh, god.

“No! John would never-“

“H-rts.”

Scott drew his brother close, rocking him gently, desperately
trying to calm him down.

John slipped back into the corridor and headed back to his room,
heart in pieces.

-o-o-o-

Message from
TheMightyFish.

John?

Message from
TheMightyFish.

Johnny?

Message from
TheMightyFish.

Jooooooooohhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnyyyyyy.

Message from
TheMightyFish.

I really don’t like being ignored.
You haven’t answered your comms and your door is locked. C’mon, John. We’re
worried about you.

Message from
TheMightyFish.

John. John. John. John. John.

Message from
TheMightyFish.

Please John. I really don’t want
to have to deploy Scott, he looks like shit.

Message from GuyintheSky.

What do you want, Gordon?

Message from
TheMightyFish.

You okay?

Message from GuyintheSky.

I’m fine.

Message from
TheMightyFish.

Don’t believe you. This all sucks
big time. Let me in, pleeease.

Message from TheMightyFish

C’mon, John. We need each other in
this.

John sighed and walking out of his bathroom, opened the door. Sure
enough, Gordon was standing outside, tablet in hand, worry on his face.

“What’s wrong?”

“I should be asking you that question, bro. You look almost as bad
as Scott.”

“Well, plenty of reason.” He sighed. “Is he okay?”

“Who?”

“Scott. Virgil. Pick a brother. Everyone is hurting.”

Gordon looked at him for a moment as if he was going to say
something, but then decided against. Instead he took the opportunity to push
past John and into his room. “What are you doing in here anyway?”

“Gordon-“

“What?! You’re going to dye your hair???” His little brother let
out a laugh. “This will be good.” He grabbed the packet. “Blond? Do anything to
be me, huh?” The humour in his brother’s eyes was definitely infectious.

“I’m hoping it will help.”

Gordon immediately sobered. He looked down at the packet. “Prom?”

“Yeah.”

“That sucked.”

“Yes, it did.”

Gordon reached up and patted his shoulder. “Hope it works better
than it did last time.”

John looked down a moment. “Hey, Gordon. Do me a favour?”

“Anything, bro.”

“Can I borrow one of your shirts?”

Gordon cracked up. “Anything to be me.”

-o-o-o-

Message from
EverVirgilant.

You ready?

Message from
LongJohnBlondie.

Are you?

Message from
EverVirgilant.

Scott’s here, and Gordon. Dunno
where Alan is. We have enough troops should I lose it.

Message from
LongJohnBlondie.

You are not going to lose it. Do
me a favour and cuff Gordon about the ears for me. I don’t know how he

has changed my username this time, but
even I’m locked out now.

Message from
EverVirgilant.

Cuff deployed. Consider yourself
scowled at. I’ll speak to Brains later. See if I can get his font to appear
pink
with flowers
and fairies.

Message from
LongJohnBlondie.

Sounds great.

Message from EverVirgilant.

Now get your ass in here.

-o-o-o-

Scott was tired. But that seemed to be the permanent state of
affairs since his brother had been injured. He was wary of this experiment, but
agreed that it was worth the try. Virgil missed John, and John was going
through his own version of hell in this, so if it helped just a little, it
would help a lot.

Gordon dashed back into the room, a grin on his face. “Awesome.
Totally awesome.”

Scott glared at him, but his grin would not be subdued.

He reached for Virgil’s hand. Simple reassurance.

Virgil’s voice was hesitant. “C-m in, J-hn.”

The middle brother edged around the doorway, and Scott felt Virgil
tense.

Oh my god.

His tall lanky brother had cut his hair short and dyed blond. He
had obviously shoved a pile of product into it and it stood up in messy spikes.
On top of that he was sporting a pair of John Lennon sunglasses, conveniently
hiding his eyes.

One of Gordon’s just a little too small, blindingly colourful shirts
hung from his shoulders, leaving just a hint of bare skin at his waistline. Low
hung burgundy linen pants and leather sandals finished off the ensemble.

So far from their John that a new man stood in the room.

“J-hn?” Virgil’s voice cracked.

John attempted a grin.

Virgil succeeded. “Yu l-k gr-t.” Scott started as Virgil suddenly
pushed aside his covers and clambered out of bed. He steadied him as he wavered
predictably, but let him go as he hesitantly approached his little brother.

His shoulders were tense, but he reached out and laid a hand on
John’s chest. “H-w r yu?”

Quiet and still tentative. “Getting better by the minute.”

Virgil looked up at him, a mess of emotion on his face.

“How are you, Virgil?”

Whispered. “G-ttig b-tter b the m-nut.” He swallowed, then leaping
in, closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around his little brother. “M-ssed
yu.”

John gently returned the embrace. “Missed you, too.”

Scott swallowed as something caught in his throat.

They stood there for a moment before Virgil broke it off,
stumbling a little and backing off. Gordon caught him and led him back to the
bed.

John stayed where he was standing as his big brother sat back down
on the bed. Scott grabbed a hand. “You okay?”

Virgil smiled up at him. “Ye, I th-k I am.”

The biggest brother in the room broke into a grin and tightened
his grip. He looked up at John and finally saw a hesitant smile on the man’s
face.

They had made a beginning.

-o-o-o-

Message from
ScottyWantaCracker.

GORDON!

Message from
TheVirgilQueen

What has he done now?

Message from
HeWhoLooksUpSkirtsBecauseHeisTooShorttoLookDownShirts

What the hell?!

Message from
BlondHippyandLippy

He’s in the pool.

Message from
ScottyWantaCracker.

I’m going to drain the damn thing!

Message from
SleekSilverandFoxy.

I’ll take care of it.

#Username reset

ScottTracy

VirgilTracy

JohnTracy

AlanTracy

GroovyGrandma

GordonisGrovelling.

-o-o-o-

FIN.

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