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

Gentle Rain (Part Three)

Title: Gentle Rain

Warm Rain Series

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Author: Gumnut

20-21 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: 2522

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

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

Author’s note: This is for @scribbles97 .
Thank you to all my wonderful readers and supporters who continue to help me
create more and more stories. I’m having the time of my life, you guys are
wonderful 😀

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


“Doctor Harris..uh…”

His face had shuttered the moment he
realised he wasn’t alone and she oddly missed the openness he had displayed
while speaking with his brother. He had very expressive eyes and they had said
so much about the relationship between the two men.

Her voice was quiet. “I apologise for
intruding on your privacy, Mr Tracy.” She swallowed. “Please make sure you
continue to follow the diet your doctor has supplied you with. Your body needs
the nutrients.” She should obviously back out of what was turning out to be an
embarrassing situation for the both of them. She hardly knew this man or his
brother, and she had just witnessed a very private conversation. Kayo had been
willing to allow her to contact him to check on his recovery. She doubted she
would approve of such an invasion of privacy.

“Scott.” He was sitting up a little
straighter. “Call me Scott.”

She blinked. “Em.”

And another odd silence descended.

He was hard to read. Before, when Virgil
had been in the room, his eyes had said everything. From anger to frustration
to fondness. The men had argued, but there had been depth to that argument.
They had understood each other perfectly. The darker haired brother so
obviously sincere when he offered Scott whatever he could provide and the
layers of meaning in Scott’s apology spoke of a long history of such

Now, the man may as well have been Vulcan.
Every movement of his face was considered, every wrinkle precisely aimed. The
smile was gone, and in its stead lay a controlled calm.

This wasn’t Scott Tracy. This was the
Commander of International Rescue.

Well, she could handle that.

“I just wanted to check on your progress.
Make sure you hadn’t undone any of my hard work.”

“Well, be reassured, Doctor, I’m back in
one piece and well on the way to recovery.”

Her title rather than her name. He was
formalising, attempting to push her away from things she should never have
seen. She should respect that.

She should.

“How long ago was Virgil injured?”

That shook him. “Why do you ask?”

“He’s favouring his right side.”

His eyes widened, his concern directing
immediately to his brother. “Six months.”


“Severe.” Reluctant to reveal details, of
course. Didn’t matter, she could make a good guess just by observing the man.

“How many ribs broken?”

Those blue eyes narrowed. “Almost all down
his right side.”

She winced internally. Bloody hell. “Has he
had any follow up recently?”

“He should have. I’ll speak to him.”

With that expression on his face, she had
no doubt he would. She may find herself apologising to Virgil in the near
future. “Make sure he gets checked out. The ribs could still be vulnerable to
strain depending on the original injury.” Hell, the man had been shifting
brickwork while strapped into a metal skeleton. She would check him out herself
if she got the chance.

“Thank you.” And his eyes were suddenly
open to her. “For everything. I have no doubt, I could have died in that hole
if you hadn’t been there.”

She smiled just slightly at him. “I was
just returning the favour.”

He frowned. “Have you been rescued before?”

She had to admit the question took her off
guard and she was forced to look away for just a second. “Uh, no, no I haven’t.
I was referring to the world at large. We all owe you and your brothers more
than we can ever repay.”

It was his turn to look away and, to her
surprise, he even flushed a little. “Someone needs to do it.”

“Yes, but you stepped up.”

“It was our father’s project.”

Yes, everyone knew about the great Jeff
Tracy. “But it is you and your brothers who are on the front line.”

“As I said, someone has to do it.” He took
in a breath and tilted his head. “Enough about me, you obviously know a great
deal already, yet I know very little about you.”

Well, she guessed she had asked for that.
“What would you like to know?”

He shrugged. “Where are you from?”

“I’m Australian. Grew up south of here, in
Margaret River. You?”

“Kansas. And various other places.” He
raised an eyebrow. “Occupation?”

“Doctor, but you knew that. Speciality,
orthopaedic surgery.” And she saw the light bulb click above his head. “And
yes, that is why I noticed your brother’s injury.” She smiled. “And you?”

“Pilot.” She saw it in his eyes. “And
rescue operative, with a little Air Force on the side.”

“You make it sound like fast food.”

To her surprise, he grinned. “Oh, it’s fast

“I gather you like things that go fast?”

“The faster the better.”

“Uh-huh. Is a Lachie Dart fast enough for

“An L-Dart? Oh, I got my hands on one of
those back in training. Smart little craft.” He frowned. “You flown?”

She snorted. “Uh, no, my Dad was in the
Australian Air Force. He was the Leader of a squadron of L-Darts. Loved them
and let us know repeatedly. Made for a plane filled childhood.”

“I can relate to that. Though on top of the
planes came space.” She saw his mind drift back, his expression kind of sad.

“So you come by it honestly?”

“Oh, yes.” The sadness was hovering, but he
appeared to shake himself. “What about you? Brothers? Sisters?”

She hesitated. “No, just me.” She didn’t
want to go there and definitely not with this man.

His frown returned. “No one at all?” The
concept appeared completely foreign to him.

“Oh, I have an uncle in the States, but I
haven’t seen him for years.” She shrugged. “I have myself and my friends. I’m

“That is good to hear.” He suddenly
frowned. “Why are you still in the hospital?” And he was obviously trying to
think back. “What exactly were your injuries?”

Off screen she clenched a fist. “There were
a few complications, but I’m fine.” She was fine, really.

He stared at her as if trying to pry the
information from her expression. She held her ground. She did not want to face
his pity or his horror at what had happened to her. It had been her choice, not

It was obvious he knew she wasn’t telling
him something. “If there is anything I can do, let me know.” He paused, his
eyes intensely blue. “I owe you one.”

There was no answer to that. The man was a
billionaire, but she wouldn’t ask him for anything. Except…

“Okay, I’ll ask you for one thing.”

His eyes widened as if he hadn’t expected
her to take him up on it so readily. “What?”

“You get bored here, you ping me.”

His eyes narrowed.

She sighed. Being a celebrity must suck big
time. “I’m not looking for your secrets. I’m not going to sell you out to the
press. Get Kayo to check me out, I promise. You can have my credit card to hold
for ransom, if you like. I just want to make sure you are okay. And besides,
you’re not the only bored person in this hospital. I can only read so much, and
the holoreception here is clunky.”

Those blue eyes looked away for a moment
considering. They flashed back at her. “Agreed.”

She smiled just a little. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you.” A pause. “And I hope you
get well soon.” Still suspicious.

“I’m planning on it.” She had the
irrational urge to reach out and touch his face. “Now rest, Scott.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yes, Doctor.”

“It’s Em. Or I will start calling you

“Yes, Em.”

She smirked. “Now you’re talking. Rest.
I’ll speak to you soon.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because I have no doubt that the moment
you wake up next, boredom will set in immediately.”

“You don’t know me that well.”

“I don’t have to. You are predictable.”


She laughed. “Go and rest. I’ve got a nurse
nagging me. Speak to you soon.” The expression on his face was worth the risk
of never speaking to him again as she cut the signal. The blank screen left an
empty space.

She looked up at Kayo. “Thank you so much
for allowing this.”

A hand landed gently on her upper arm. “Not
a problem.” She appeared thoughtful. “Now tell me more about Virgil favouring
his right side.”


Virgil threw himself into the elevator and
leant against the wall. It took him a moment to realise that, yes, he had to
press a button to make the machinery move. A sigh and he hit the residential
level button with a thump.

Mountain rescues were unnerving. This
hadn’t been the first one since his accident, but it had been at a similar
height with similar land features, and he had spent the entire mission
expecting the mountain to fall on him.

He screwed his eyes shut and let his head
drop back against the metal wall as the elevator rose. He was aching again.
Everything had healed, but it continued to remind him that yes, he had ripped
his side open and done some serious damage and no, he wasn’t completely one
hundred percent and probably never would be again.

He hated it. It cramped his style.

The car slid to a smooth stop and the
engineer in the back of his mind admired Brains’ design as he always did.

The doors slid open to reveal Kayo standing
with her hands on her hips. She was still wearing that summer dress he so
adored. The material hugged her figure in just the right places, soft and
feminine. God, she was so beautiful.

And she was frowning.

Uh oh.

“What have I done?” His tired mind tried to
flip back through recent events, landed in snow and got stuck. “No, actually,
don’t tell me yet. I need a shower first.” He pushed himself off the wall and
held back a groan.

“How long has it been hurting?”

He froze. “What?”

“Your injury.”

He let his shoulders sag. “Never stopped.”
A sigh. “It’s fine. I can handle it.” He forced himself to straighten and moved
to step past her.

Her hand on his chest stopped him, her left
hand reaching up to cup his cheek. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Despite himself, he leant into her touch.
“It’s nothing, love, I promise. A little ache is all.”

The hand on his chest slipped under the
right side of his rib cage and pressed.

He flinched away with an indrawn breath.


“Tell me that again, Virgil.”

He closed his eyes. “Okay, perhaps I over
did it in Perth.”

“Uh huh.”

“What was I supposed to do. You were under
a building. Scott was under a building. I-“ He stopped. “Can I have my shower

She stood up on her toes and kissed him
fully on his lips, her arms going around his neck and drawing him in close. He
went willingly. “You can, but I’m coming with you.”

He hummed approval, kissing the corner of
her mouth, her cheekbone and her mouth yet again.

“But don’t get your hopes up. I’m planning
to examine exactly what you’ve done to yourself and then you’re going to

“Yes, ma’am.” Perhaps he could persuade her
otherwise. But another twinge from his side had him sagging again. Who was he

Her hand brushed his cheek again. “C’mon,
love.” She took his hand and led him to their rooms. She stood over him as he
shed his uniform, and ran the shower to the perfect temperature. She frowned as
her eyes caught sight of his rib cage, but she didn’t say anything further,
simply pushing him gently towards the spray.

She left him there and honestly he was
grateful, closing his eyes and letting the warmth soak into him. Soap and a
clean, shampoo in his hair, the warmth seeping into his bones, his tired
muscles. He let himself lean against the tiles and closed his eyes. Take the

Snow rained around him and he flinched.


He shoved his face in the spray, rubbed his
eyes and turned off the water.

Kay was standing with his towel.

God, she knew how to be silent.

Cotton was wrapped around him and she dried
him off, gently against his injured side.

The injury was still a road map of red
lines and smudges all down his ribcage. The scar tissue pulled and was thick in
places where he had re-injured the road rash from years before. His skin had
not been forgiving with the second injury. It puckered and it pained, but he
had grown used to it, figuring that it was the price he had to pay for

Her fingers traced over the lines, passing
over numb spots where the nerves had been destroyed only to tingle where they
were still active. He shivered.

She lifted his arm up and examined the
lines on its underside. Seeing it all in the stark bathroom light impressed him
as to how much of a mess he had made of himself and the unsightliness of the
result. Her green eyes were intense as she stared at his scars. A sudden sense
of shame washed over him.

But Kay was sensitive to his mood and
looked up at him, frowning. “What?”


The frown deepened.

So he leant down and kissed it away. “I’m

Her hand landed on his left shoulder and
gently pushed him back upright. “No, you are not. Why didn’t you tell me?” And
there was the crux of the matter, he hadn’t shared important information with

“I didn’t think it was important.”

Okay, wrong thing to say. “My god, Virgil,
in what possible way could your health not be important?”

“I didn’t think it was anything worth
worrying about.”

She turned her back on him, flinging her
hands into the air. “Oh, for the love of-“ She cut herself off, her shoulders
stilling for a moment. He suddenly both wished he could see her face, and was
glad he could not.

When she did turn around her expression was
once again calm. “I will arrange for you to see a specialist in the morning.
Tonight, you will go to bed and rest. No rescues.” She held up her hand as he
opened his mouth. “God damn it, Virgil, if I have to wake up Scott to make it
an order, I’m going to let him rain hell down on you for not telling him about
this, too. Then you can feel guilty for stressing him out while he is injured.”

He shut his mouth.

So much for not important.

And then she was drawing him into a hug. He
wrapped his arms around her and kissed her hair. “I’m sorry.” The words fell
out of his mouth, even though he knew her response.

“Don’t be sorry, just don’t do it again.”
Her voice was muffled up against his chest, her breath warm on his skin. He
closed his eyes.


End Part Three

Part Four

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