For a Smile

Title:
For a Smile

Warm
Rain Series

Author:
Numnut

16
Oct 2018

Fandom:
Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS

Rating:
Teen

Summary:
“I want you to be happy.”

Word
count: 1286

Spoilers
& warnings: Virgil/Kayo

Timeline:
After Lug Day and Sharing the Scenery, but long before Warm Rain and
Goodbye. Part of a much larger fic that has yet to be written other
than in random bits like this. Also leads on from here.

Author’s
note: For @vegetacide. I hope you feel better soon ::hugs:: I’m not
sure this is entirely fluff, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

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

-o-o-o-

She
had left him alone for only a minute. With his brothers all out on a
mission, Kayo had taken on the responsibility of making sure Virgil
had everything he needed and was comfortable.

So
far that had consisted of simply sitting with him and talking. Their
conversation had been minimal. He was hiked up on the good stuff due
to his injuries. And if it wasn’t for those injuries, caused by
protecting her, she would have found him amusing.

As
it was, he had asked her several times if she was feeling okay. Who
was looking after who?

Typical
Virgil.

She
wanted to hit him.

And
kiss him.

Unable
to do either, she had left him for a few moments to grab a drink of
water and straighten out her thoughts.

When
she got back, he was gone.

She
stood there a moment, stunned. The man had two bullet holes in his
back and he was drugged up to the gills, where the hell could he go?

As
if to answer her question, the piano started playing.

Oh,
for the love of-

She
hurried down to the comms room and sure enough, he was sitting
hunched over at the piano, desperately attempting to play it with one
hand while the other was wrapped around his belly as if he was trying
to hold his insides in.

“What
do you think you are doing?”

He
looked up at her sideways a smile on his face. “I am going to make
you happy, Kayo.”

“You’re
what?”

“I
want you to be happy.”

“What
makes you think I’m not happy?”

“Because
you are sad.” And with that, he straightened up with a soft groan,
bringing his other hand down to the keys, and began to play.

And
sing.

Virgil
Tracy, injured and high as a kite on medication, singing.

You
are so beautiful

To
me

Can’t
you see

You’re
everything I’ve ever hoped for

You’re
everything I’ll ever need

You
are so beautiful…to me

There
were a few wrong keys in there, but his voice was as resonant as
always. She had always loved his voice, whether in song or simply
speaking her name.

She
found herself sitting on a couch, not knowing how she got there.

He
stopped singing, but continued to play, his fingers adding secondary
melodies to the already beautiful tune. But then he missed a key, and
another and then he was leaning over the piano groaning.

Oh
god. “Virgil?” And she was beside him. “You idiot.” She held
him gently, hesitant to touch him at all. One bullet had gone through
his shoulder, the other his lower back and abdomen. The man was lucky
he was still alive and here he was playing the stupid piano. “What
the hell are you doing out here?”

“Want-wanted
to make you smile. You always smile when I sing.”

Her
stomach twisted. “Well, if you injure yourself further, all you
will see from me is tears, you big idiot.”

He
turned towards her, distress plain on his face, only to have it
replaced with a grimace as the movement pulled everything. He groaned
again.

“C’mon,
we need to get you back to bed.” If he collapsed out here, she
didn’t have a hope. She was strong, but Virgil was the biggest of
her brothers and the laws of physics declared that there was no way
in hell she could lift him. And certainly not without aggravating his
injuries.

“Okay.”
It was one word, but it portrayed all his vulnerability.

She
slid herself under his side with the uninjured shoulder.
Unfortunately that side bore the other bullet wound in his lower
back, so it was technically a Catch-22 no matter which side of his
body she attempted to support. He leant what he could on her and they
made a snail’s pace progress back to the infirmary.

By
the time they made it, he was trembling.

“Nearly
there.” He was leaning so heavily on her, it had to hurt him. There
were suddenly tears in her eyes.

She
lowered him gently onto the edge of the bed, his breath harsh in her
ears. She helped him lie down, doing her best to ignore his pain.

By
the time he was settled, a tear was falling.

“Kay?”
There was worry on his face. He reached up a hand and touched her
cheek.

She
leant against the bed. “Why, Virgil? Why do you do this to
yourself?”

His
wide brown eyes stared up at her as if the answer was obvious.
“Because I love you.”

Her
eyes closed, flushing out yet another tear.

“Please
don’t cry. I don’t want you to cry.”

It
only made her cry harder.

And
he was reaching for her. The man could hardly move and he was
reaching out his arms trying to draw her to him. To comfort her.

He
was goddamn unbelievable.

But
she went to him, her head falling to his undamaged shoulder, her
tears staining his pyjamas as his hand ran through her hair. He was
muttering apologies, his distress obvious. This wasn’t right.

She
said the first thing that came to her mind. The first truth. “I
don’t deserve you.” She drew in a wet breath. “You are just
too…good. Too perfect.” She bit her lip, fresh tears welling. How
could he possibly…

He
kissed her hair.

She
pulled back so she could see his face. His eyes stared up at her,
worry in their depths…and love. There was no way she could deny it.

And
she was kissing him. It was desperate, vulnerable and not without
fear, but then he was kissing her back and his arms were around her
and…oh god, she loved him so much.

She
had to breathe, and that was the only reason she pulled back. She
gasped in oxygen and it hit the back of her throat. His lips were
still slightly parted and she found herself reaching out to touch
their softness, her finger running across his bottom lip.

He
kissed her finger, his eyes not once leaving hers.

And
a smile slowly crept onto her face, her mouth curving up slowly, just
as another tear made its way down her cheek.

His
voice was breathless. “Now that is what I wanted to see.” And he
smiled softly back up at her.

A
sob or a laugh, she didn’t know which. “How can you possibly be
real?”

His
smile slid to one side. “I’ve often wondered that about you.”

“Oh
god.” And she let her head drop to his shoulder again. “I can’t
believe you.”

His
hand was once again in her hair, his fingers gently catching strands.
“Why not?”

“You’re
just so…you.”

He
snorted, his chest jolting slightly with the movement. She didn’t
miss him tensing as a result.

Who
was looking after who?

She
pulled away gently. “You need to rest.”

His
hand caught her arm. “Stay. Please?”

Those
same brown, puppy dog eyes that had her sneaking into the kitchen to
steal sweets for him when he was twelve.

Damn.

Wiping
her face with her hand, she grabbed a chair and planted it next to
his bed. “Okay. But only if you rest.” She sat down.

He
reached out and grabbed her hand, drawing it towards himself. “Thank
you.”

That
smile crept slowly back onto her face, and she reached out her other
hand to brush his hair out of his eyes. “Rest, Virgil.”

“Yes,
ma’am.” And he closed his eyes.

As
he drifted off to sleep, her smile got wider.

He
truly was beautiful. More than she could ever…ever have hoped for.

-o-o-o-

FIN.

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