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

Halloween (Part Two)

Title: Halloween Three (Part Two)

Warm Rain Series

Part One

Author: Gumnut

28 Oct/22 Dec 2018

Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/
Thunderbirds TOS

Rating: Teen

Summary: Virgil stared into the mirror and
fiddled with his bow tie.

Word count: 1084

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

Timeline: After ‘The Proposal’ and before
‘Goodbye’.

Author’s note: And here finally is another
part of the Halloween fic. Still plenty more to come, but I hope you enjoy this
little bit. Part of it was posted on Tumblr about three months ago, so
apologies if you’ve read that bit before. 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-

He must truly have some kind of sibling
radar because there was no way in hell he could have recognised his brother
otherwise.

“John?”

“Hey, Virgil.”

And yes, that was a smirk on that face.

He eyed the man from bottom to top. High
heeled boots in shiny black leather. Black tights! High cut, buttoned up, deep
blue coat sequined in an elaborate filigree with almost ankle length tails. The
ends of his sleeves flared out like flowers over leather gloves. And a white
silk cravat wrapped his throat with about ten layers of frills.

But all that didn’t live up to the hair.
Oh, god, the hair. Gone was the familiar red, replaced with a fountain of
silver white, springing in strands from the top of his head like a spray of
leafless weeping willow, long enough to reach his chest.

Virgil stared. “Are you wearing makeup?”

The smirk widened and, yes, there was some
kind of lip gloss to go with the elaborate eyeshadow arching into his brows.

Blink. “Wh-who are you?”

“Why, my dear child,” and John tapped him
on the head with his ornamental riding crop. “I’m the Goblin King.”

Another blink. “Who?” He couldn’t recall
ever seeing a goblin who looked quite like that.

And the more familiar John rolled his eyes.
“A friend of mine advised me that this would be easier if I made myself
completely unrecognisable. She is a fan of old movies, so I picked one.”

Virgil narrowed his eyes. “She?”

“She.”

“Okay.” He eyed his brother again. “I’ll
take your word for it.”

The riding crop nudged him in the belly.
“So, who are you supposed to be?”

“Trade secret.”

One of those elaborate eyebrows arched at
him.

Virgil pointed back at his room. “Oh, and
warning, the terrible two have already been at the candy.”

The Goblin King’s shoulders slumped.
“Great.”

“Yeah, pretty much.” Virgil looked at his
brother again, still a little wary. “Any sign of the royal first born?”

The Goblin King’s mouth quirked sideways.
“Same as last year.”

“Again?”

“Yep.”

“Did he at least change the costume?”

John pondered the question. “A little, I
think. Remember the spaghetti sauce? Well, apparently the dry cleaners couldn’t
get it out so he’s poured some fake blood on it.”

Virgil just stared.

A shrug. “Hey, I don’t know why you’re
looking at me like that. You know he does this every year. The gladrags even
have a poll going to see if he will wear it again.”

“What’s our time frame?”

“Limo is ready. Maybe another fifteen
minutes.”

“Give me ten.” And Virgil stalked around
his brother and went off in search of another.

-o-o-o-

Scott Tracy hated the Halloween Charity
Ball. Sure, there was always great food and the ladies could sometimes be
entertaining, but it was really just a Tracy brother parade for the press. It
did good things and Scott was thoroughly behind the money and the humanitarian
value of the whole event, that was the only reason it still existed. But after
twenty-odd years of the Tracy boys parade, he found no joy in it at all.

The terrible two adored it, totally in
their element. Gordon managed to out do himself each year, his costume getting
more and more outlandish and elaborate. Alan just seemed to have fun. John
hated it even more than Scott and tried desperately every year to get out of
it. He even managed it once by breaking his leg, an event that to this day
Scott suspected might have been slightly on purpose. So had Dad, and there had
been a therapist after that as well…so his brother could attend the following
year.

Virgil took it like he took everything,
calmly and in his stride. Scott suspected his younger brother did enjoy it, at
least in part, but there was a worry factor as well, since the brothers either
side of him tended to bleed stress leading up to the event.

Yes, stress, Scott Tracy was stressed. And
not because of the costume, but because of standing in for his father, the
speech and the damn handshaking and smarmy smiles of rich people, a good
percentage of which wouldn’t know a hard day’s work if it up and slapped them.

But it was for a good Cause.

And because of the Cause, it was one of the
few opportunities the press had access to both the Tracy brothers and the
operators of International Rescue. Consequently, they took full advantage.

Scott had faced raging volcanoes with less
concern.

There was a knock on his door, but before
he could answer, Virgil barrelled in holding a plastic wrapped coat hanger of
clothing in his hands. “Take it off, and put this on.”

“What?”

Virgil was staring at his shirt. “There is
no way you are wearing that stained monstrosity. You’ll give Grandma a heart
attack brought on by shame. You’re wearing this.” And his brother held up the
coathanger and unwrapped it.

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope. Strip.”

“Virgil…”

“You are not going as Dracula for the third
year in a row.”

“It was perfectly fine last year.”

“Only if you didn’t read the news articles.
Which you didn’t because of the quake in Japan, and because I had John hack
your tablet.”

“You did what?!”

Virgil sighed. “You didn’t need the crap,
Scott. Now shut up and put this on.”

The costume was shoved in his face, the
glare of two brown eyes above it punctuating Virgil’s point.

Scott stared at outfit for a moment,
reaching out to touch the deep red fabric. An internal sigh. Perhaps Virg was
right, and the costume wasn’t too bad. It didn’t have a spaghetti sauce stain
on it at least.

He snatched it from his brother. “Fine.”

“Good.”

Virgil turned to leave and it was only then
Scott realised what his brother was wearing. “Nice suit? Does Kayo know?”

“Of course.”

“Well, this will be interesting.”

Virgil shrugged. “I kinda liked the idea.”

Scott hung the coat hanger on the back of a
chair. “I’m looking forward to Kayo’s interpretation.”

His brother grinned. “Not as much as I am.”

“I bet.” A sigh. “Now get out of here. I’ll
see you in the car.”

“Will do. And Scott…” He looked up to see
his brother giving him a sympathetic smile. “See you for a beer on the balcony
tomorrow?”

“Sure.”

His elegantly dressed brother left him
staring at his new costume.

Man, that was a lot of leather.

-o-o-o-

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