The ramblings of a Nut who should be doing something else – Adelaide, South Australia

Gentle Rain (Part Five)

Title: Gentle
Rain

Warm Rain Series

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Author: Gumnut

23 Jan 2019

Fandom:
Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS

Rating: Teen

Summary:
Sometimes it is so gentle, you don’t realise it is happening.

Word count: 1986

Spoilers &
warnings: Virgil/Kayo, Scott/OC, spoilers for Warm Rain up to this point in the
timeline.

Timeline: Six
months after ‘The Proposal’, almost a sequel.

Author’s note: For @scribbles97 A little shorter than usual, but at least you get it in one day
instead of having to wait several and besides, it stopped itself there. More
conversations in this. I promise the rest of the boys will make an appearance
soon. I was pondering a situation at the end involving John, but I figured you’d
all kill me if I put a hole in TB5 or crashed TB3, so I didn’t 😀 I hope you
realise how much effort is being put in to not blow anything up here 😀 Many,
many thanks for all your wonderful support and particularly regarding Em. I
wasn’t sure how well I could write her, but I’ve received lots of very kind
comments, so thank you ever so much ::giant group hug::

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

-o-o-o-

Virgil shook himself once he made it into
the hallway. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it all, other than he was
definitely going to have words with his brother.

Kay seemed to be forming a friendship with
the doctor and as far as he was concerned, that was something to be encouraged,
despite the conspiracies likely in his future. He had wondered for years if
locking themselves away on an island was a good thing, particularly for his
sister and grandmother. The socialising options were almost non-existent.

He frowned. In fact, he couldn’t recall Kay
making any real connections with anyone since they had moved out there. Except
perhaps Penny. Was that healthy? But then he hadn’t made any connections
himself either. A sigh. Yet another sacrifice for International Rescue.

Skipping two floors and a couple of
corridors, he approached Scott’s room. Jeremy was on duty today and Virgil
smiled as the security guard held out the portable hand scanner. It could be
considered ridiculous to go to this level of security, but when the Hood fools
you once, you do your best to prevent it from happening again. The man’s death
hadn’t changed Tracy security standard. Kayo wouldn’t allow it.

After confirming his biological identity,
Virgil pulled his iR ident card out of his pocket and flashed it across the
hospital’s security panel. The door slid silently open.

The room inside was dark. Virgil slipped in
quietly, not wanting to disturb Scott if he was asleep.

Sleep was the main reason why his brother
was so cranky in hospital. He found it almost impossible to get enough rest.
Ever the light sleeper Scott would wake at the smallest disturbance. Whether it
was years as a pseudo-parent to his younger siblings or as an acquired response
due to the Air Force or International Rescue, his big brother could go from a
dead sleep to fully alert in a split second. Useful as an emergency responder,
a pain in the ass in hospital.

Virgil stepped lightly across the room to
the chair beside his brother’s bed and sure enough, the older man was asleep.
Scott’s hair was in his eyes and he lay on his right side, his left arm in a
cast draped over his chest, keeping it clear of the injury in his abdomen.
Virgil let out a breath and sat down as quietly as he could. He didn’t often
see Scott asleep. Scott unconscious, yes, simply sleeping? It was rare to
actually be able to approach him without waking him. The fact he wasn’t currently
awake now was likely because the man was ill, medicated and exhausted.

Sliding his tablet from his back pocket, he
sent a text to Kay and settled down to read his latest issue of Engineering
International.

-o-o-o-

After Virgil left, the room was silent
until Em broke it with a sigh. “I’m sorry I did that. Didn’t mean to blubber
all over your fiancé.”

Kayo sat up straighter in her seat. “You’ve
been through a lot. Be patient with yourself.”

“It shouldn’t matter. It’s not like I have
lost anything I haven’t already lost.”

Kayo bit back a reply. The doctor obviously
wasn’t ready to face the issue. “Give it time.”

Em didn’t answer, but looked away a moment
before turning back, her expression calmer. “How is he really?”

Kayo blinked. “Virgil?” Em nodded. “His
usual stubborn self. Why?”

“He comes across as a man who hides his
concerns from others.”

Thoughtful. “Virgil…Virgil thinks he is
protecting others from himself.” The idiot. “It’s a Tracy genetic fault.”

Em smiled. “So, I should expect similar
from his brothers?”

“Oh, probably, with unique variations.
Alan, you will find on the floor somewhere before he admits to it. Gordon is a
drama queen. He’ll joke about breaking limbs before he admits to having broken
one. John, well, where is John? Yes, he has admitted himself to hospital when
you weren’t looking. And Scott? He’ll ask you ‘What injury?’ while picking
pieces of himself off the floor.”

Em stared. “You really grew up with these
guys, didn’t you.”

“Oh, yes. Yes I did.”

“Stressful?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” She grinned
and Em grinned back.

Silence fell for a moment and the doctor’s
expression grew thoughtful. “Do they get injured a lot?”

That sobered Kayo. “Sometimes. It is risky
work.”

“What about you?”

She shrugged. “A few times.”

“How do you cope?”

Kayo thought a moment. “We’re family. We
make do.”

“But last time was different.” It wasn’t a
question.

Kayo straightened her face, not really
willing to speak about it. “He nearly died. Wasn’t the first time.” But it was
the closest.

Em appeared to realise she was stepping on
intensely private territory. “I’m sorry, it is none of my business. I just…I
want to understand.” She frowned. “Why do you do it?”

“International Rescue?” Em nodded. “Because
when you cry for help you need to know that there is someone out there who will
answer.” It was almost a motto.

“But why you? Why your family? You
sacrifice so much.”

“Who else is there? Should we step back and
let someone else make the sacrifices? Somebody has to do it. We can, so we do.”
A breath. “Why did you become a doctor?”

A small smile. “To help people.”

“There you go.”

Em looked down at the hands in the remains
of her lap. “I will do everything I can to help Virgil, Kayo. I promise.”

Kayo smiled. “I had no doubt you would.

-o-o-o-

Some idiot in Brazil was making claims to
have solved the relative ion versus reaction problem in fuel synthesizers again
on page four. God, did any of these guys check their facts. Virgil had already
assessed all six of those ratios for viability and they had all failed. The
answer lay not in the ratio but in the temperature.  He and Brains had their synthesizers churning
out fuel at three times the premium rate. They had to. They needed the quantity
and the speed.

“Growling at your magazines again?”

Virgil looked up to find his brother
smirking at him. “Did I wake you?”

“No.” A pause. “Well, maybe.” A one
shouldered shrug.

“Sorry.”

“Eh, not your fault.” He looked about.
“Where’s Kayo?”

“With Em.”

“Oh.”

“Uh huh.” He hesitated a moment, but then
jumped in. “What’s with you telling her I was injured?”

“Uh.” And Scott was struggling to sit
himself up. Virgil stood and helped his brother into an upright position.
“Shit, that hurts.”

“Here, hold still while I shove this
pillow…there. There you go. Comfortable?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“Well?” Virgil sat back down.

“Well, what?”

“Why did you tell her I was injured? She
told Kay.”

“I didn’t have to tell her. She asked me. Apparently,
you’ve been favouring your right side and she noticed.” Virgil stared at him.
“She was worried.”

“Sure.”

“It’s what happened!”

“Yeah, well, now Kay’s worried. I didn’t
want to worry her.”

“Worried about what?” And Scott was
frowning at him. “What exactly is wrong with you?”

Oh, crap.

“Nothing!” His big brother glared at him.
“Nothing much.”

“Virgil.”

“It’s just a little ache.”

“Bullshit.”

“Scott-“

“You lie to me one more time and I’ll
ground you until I get a medical report.”

“We can’t afford to do that.”

“I will not have you flying injured,
Virgil! I don’t give a shit how little that injury is. Damnit, you almost died.
Don’t you dare do that to me again!”

Hell. “Scott, calm down. I’m fine, honest.
Just some aching muscle and puckered scars, that’s all.” He reached out and
grabbed his brother’s shoulder. “I’m okay. Em’s going to help me with
treatment.”

Scott stared up at him and Virgil could see
the effects of medication in his eyes. Scott didn’t react quite like Virgil,
falling asleep rather than confessing all his secrets, but it did make him a
little more emotional.  “Honest, Scott.
I’m okay.”

“You better be.”

“I am. Unlike you.”

His brother’s shoulders slumped under his
fingers.

Virgil sighed. “Hey.” He squeezed gently.

“What?”

“You’ll get to go home soon.”

“Yeah.” He swallowed. “Look after yourself,
Virg. Please.”

“I do.”

Scott didn’t answer.

Virgil sighed, and let go of his brother,
grabbing the chair and dragging it closer to the bed before sitting down. He
dropped his elbows onto the bed and his chin onto his hands. “I think we’re in
trouble.”

“What?”

“Kay’s making friends with Em as we speak.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope. Wants to invite her over for
Christmas.”

“Really?”

“Uh huh. They’ve already cornered me.
You’ll be next. She’s a doctor. With Kay in her back pocket, we’re doomed.”

Scott snorted, smirked, and started
laughing.

Virgil looked up at him. “What’s so funny?
I thought you were cranky.”

“You. You are so screwed.”

“Hah! Thanks.” He glared. “Remember you’ve
got rehab ahead of you.”

“Crap.”

“Oh yeah. We’re totally screwed.”

-o-o-o-

“Do you have any plans after leaving the
hospital?”

Kayo’s expression was a polite enquiry, but
Em sensed she had more to say. “I’ll go home, I guess. Get myself set up with a
new array of mobility devices. I’m thinking maybe a hoverscoot rather than the
chair. Less bulk.”

“What about Christmas?”

Em shrugged. “Can’t say I feel like
celebrating this year.” At Kayo’s concerned expression, she hurried to amend.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get over it. I’ll be okay.”

“Yes, Virgil.” And Kayo was glaring at her.

“Okay, fine. Do you have any better
suggestions?”

“I was thinking you could join us on Tracy
Island.”

Em blinked and stared. “What?”

An arched eyebrow. “Would you like to join
us for Christmas?”

“Go out and stay on Tracy Island, the super
secret base of International Rescue and the Thunderbirds?”

“Of course, we’d have to blindfold you and
drug you on the way over.”

Em stared.

“I’m kidding.”

“Oh.”

Kayo was smiling at her, not unkindly. “You
would be very welcome.”

The thought filled her with amazement. The
whole star struck feeling wrapping around her brain and buzzing her out. It was
an amazing opportunity. She could thank Alan for his assistance. Meet the other
brothers. Maybe see a Thunderbird. Finally meet Scott without him bleeding all
over her.

That last cleared the fuzz. She had been
enjoying talking to him. He had an interesting sense of humour and a lovely
smile. Those eyes…

She shook herself. What the hell was she
thinking? Look at yourself, Emaline. You’re a mess.

“Em? Are you okay?”

She forced a smile. “Um, thank you so much.
I never expected…can I think about it?”

Kayo frowned a little. “Of course. Are you
sure you are okay?”

“I’m good.” And she suddenly wanted to be
alone. To think or to cry, she wasn’t sure. Probably both.

The woman’s green eyes obviously didn’t
believe her. “We’re not all that scary, you know.”

“It’s not you.” And she realised she had
admitted there was a problem. Damn. At the inevitable arched eyebrow. “It’s me.
I just…let me think about it. Please.”

Kayo reached out and took Em’s hand,
holding it between her palms. Her skin was soft and her touch gentle. “Em, I
know it sounds like a big ask. A bit dazzling perhaps. But really, we are just
a family inviting you over for Christmas. Grandma can’t cook, so don’t eat
anything she offers you. Virgil can bake and barbecue a great steak. Scott will
burn the burgers, but he pours a good wine. Gordon may stick tinsel down the
back of your shirt, but you have my permission to thump him. We…I would like
your company. No expectations, just a time to relax and enjoy good
conversation.”

Em stared at her and her voice came out
small. “Okay.”

A genuine smile spread across Kayo’s face.
It lit up her features. She squeezed her hand gently. “Thank you.”

Oh, shit, she’d just said yes.

Bloody hell.

-o-o-o-

End Part Five

Part Six

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