Part 1 of 6
5 Aug 2018
Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015
Summary: For the world is unkind and it needs your touch.
Word count: 877
Spoilers & warnings: None
Author’s note: I may need to change my name to ‘Corny’. This
has probably been done before, but eh, it is just a scribble. Also, apparently I’ve fallen far enough to
start writing poetry again ::headdesk:: Man, I got it bad.
Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t
have any, don’t bother.
Listen, my son.
Listen and learn
Be what you can
And make what you will
Love with your all
Share with your heart
I am there for you
And will always be
If you can hear
If you have voice
For the world is
And it needs your
It was evening. The last of the sun’s rays were just
catching the glass overhead. Virgil sat quietly in front of his piano listening
to his brothers arguing. It had been some time since the argument had started,
but then it had been inevitable due to the day they had had. Another bad one. Another
soul draining rescue that barely earned the term. The voices loudest were, of
course, Scott and Gordon, but Virgil could tell it wasn’t anger fuelling the
words. It was exhaustion, frustration and no lack of sadness.
Alan was curled up in one corner of the couch faking sleep.
John hovered in the middle of the room, his hologram frowning and interspersing
words as he saw fit.
The argument was going in circles.
Virgil sighed. He had already voiced his opinion and it had
been ignored. Somewhat an indicator of the level of pain in the room. No one
was listening to anyone.
He looked down at the keyboard. God, he was tired.
Scott’s throat hurt. It hurt to yell, but yell he did. “Goddamnit,
Gordon, what do I need to do to get it into your head that I’m right?”
“Right? What makes you right and me wrong? Even if I had
done what you said, she still would have died!”
“You don’t know that!”
“Yes, I do, Scott, that woman was dead no matter what we
did!” Gordon’s eyes glared up at him. “We can’t save everyone. I had to save
those who could be saved.”
Scott spun on the spot and sunk his boot into the nearest
couch. The next couch over shook enough to startle Alan out of his fake sleep. “Christ,
calm down, Sc-“
A single musical note interrupted them. Several more
followed and Scott turned to glare at Virgil. But his brother’s eyes were
closed, and the tune was a familiar one.
Then to Scott’s complete astonishment, Virgil began to
“The road is long
With many a winding
His voice was gentle, barely heard above the piano.
“That leads us to who
Who knows where.”
It would have been corny, but Virgil never sang. Never. Not
even in the shower. Not since Mom…
“But I’m strong
Strong enough to carry
He ain’t heavy, he’s
Scott was vaguely aware of his other three brothers staring
as stupidly as he was. All thoughts of argument gone. Something in his heart was
beating out of sequence.
“If I’m laden at all
I’m laden with sadness
That everyone’s heart
Isn’t filled with the
Of love for one
Virgil did not open his eyes once. His brow furrowed, his
fingers played and his voice sang. So softly, ever so gently.
“It’s a long, long
From which there is no
While we’re on the way
Why not share.”
The piano keys echoed in the silence.
“And the load
Doesn’t weigh me down
He ain’t heavy he’s my
The last line was repeated. Once, twice and barely heard a
last time. His brother’s fingers deftly danced a last riff and then the air was
empty of sound.
Virgil opened his eyes and pinned each of them in turn, his
lips thin. But he didn’t say anything. Simply stood up and walked out of the room.
Gordon’s voice was quiet. “I guess that is one way to end an
He looked at his younger brother and his lips twitched.
Scott let out a breath and reaching out, wrapped an arm around Gordon’s
shoulders and drew him close. If his lips touched his brother’s hair, neither
said a thing about it.
“Let’s call it a night.” He shot a lopsided, wistful smile
His youngest brother returned it half-heartedly. “It was a
Scott stared in the direction of Virgil’s exit. “Yeah.”
“Yeah, it was.”