Title: Lug Day
Warm Rain Series
26 Sep 2018
Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS
Summary: What the hell was Scott thinking?
Word count: 1084
Spoilers & warnings: Virgil/Kayo <—-Yes, look, I admitted it!
Author’s note: This is not my normal fare. I’ve been coerced! Well, not really, I only do what I want, so I’m really the only one to blame. But you know who you are ::glares at those responsible:: Corrupting Nutty, I don’t know, what am I going to do…oh, yeah, write fic apparently.
Anyway, this is little more than a scene, but I’ve decided to package these little fics (which can only remain little until I get my other major fic finished or I will fall off the rails) into a series which I have called the Warm Rain Series (after the first scenes which can be found here and here). This one is placed far before the first two, so is basically kinda backstory, but I have further fic planned in the back of my head due to multiple queries from the above mentioned inspirators – @the-lady-razorsharp @vegetacide @kylorr81 @scribbles97 @weirdburketeer Oh and if you think this scene is anything like the previous one, guess what, you’re wrong 😀
Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother.
It was Lug Day.
To most people it would be known as the day supplies arrived at Tracy Island, but to Virgil, it was Lug Day. Because despite having all the automated equipment a whizbang engineer could design, Virgil always found himself lugging equipment from one hangar, store room or part of the house to another.
If it was in the house, Grandma was your director. If it was in the hangars, Virgil definitely had more say, but that didn’t stop one brother or another from launching into their own epic masterpiece of supply drama.
This time it was Scott. Actually, come to think of it, it was often Scott. Their field commander was rather picky about his bird and where he stashed his stuff, and Virgil always seemed to find himself the lackey. A willing lackey, yes, but lackey nonetheless.
“Over here, Virg. Those canisters can sit in that corner, while the boxes belong over in the store room.” Scott had an armful of what looked like giant furry caterpillars. Virgil hadn’t bothered to ask him what exactly he was doing with a hoard of giant furry caterpillars, but it did seem he had been carrying them for an inordinate amount of time.
Virgil lugged, yes, there you go, lugged the first of five canisters of cleaning fluid across the floor of Thunderbird One’s hangar to the appointed corner. It was a cramped space, none of the loaders were able to get in here behind TB1. None of the mechanical ones, anyway.
“Did we get any of the spare hoses?” Scott was looking at him with a frown on his face.
“What spare hoses?”
“For the coolant system.”
“Was it on the list?” Virgil knew it wasn’t.
“Uh, check again.”
A furry caterpillar ended up on the floor as Scott reached for his tablet. “I could have sworn…”
“Not on the list, not purchased.”
“Damn. I’ll have to make a special trip.”
At that very moment, Kayo walked in carrying a large box, one that looked considerably heavy. Virgil put down the second canister and hurried over to help her. “Hey, there, be careful.”
She peered around the box, smiling at him. “Calm down, Virgil. It’s not that heavy.”
The weight that fell into his arms as he took it from her hands, didn’t agree with her assessment. “I beg to differ.”
He was shot by an arched eyebrow, before Kayo turned to his brother. “These are those hoses you needed, Scott. It was three-quarter inch diameter, wasn’t it?”
Scott blinked. “Uh, yeah.”
Virgil frowned at him as he made his way to the storeroom with the massive and heavy box. How the hell had she lifted this by herself? A thud and they found their resting place beside another box, this one full of filters.
Wandering back into the hangar, he found both his brother and Kayo smiling at him. “What?”
“So, you did remember?” Scott’s eyes were dancing.
Grudgingly. “I may have.”
“All part of the service.” Virgil looked over at Kayo. “Were you able to get the holocamera you were looking for?”
“Unfortunately, no. They were out of stock and I had to put it on order.” Only her family would be able to recognise the mild annoyance on her face.
“Did you want me to look at your old one? I might be able to get it to behave.” And if he couldn’t, a spin on the elevator up to John would have a good chance of success.
Scott was looking at him oddly. Virgil frowned. “What?”
Innocent blue eyes. “Nothing.”
“Thank you, Virgil. That is very kind of you.”
“No problem.” He shrugged. “I’ll drop by and pick it up later today.”
She smiled at him and left to return to her own stash of lugworthy material.
Scott’s gaze followed her out before once again turning and staring oddly at Virgil.
The engineer frowned at him. “What? Do I have something on my nose?”
“No.” Scott’s lips twisted a little. “I was just wondering if you had something, or should I say, someone, on your mind.”
Virgil stared at him. “I repeat. What?”
“Do you like Kayo?”
“Of course, I like Kayo, she’s my sister. Why wouldn’t I?”
“You do know she isn’t really our sister.”
Now, that got his back up. “What the hell do you mean by that? She grew up with us. She is family, Scott.”
His brother threw up his hands defensively, furry caterpillars scattering everywhere. “Woah, Virg! I didn’t mean it like that.” He lowered his hands and took a step towards Virgil. “I was just wondering if you might see her as…well…more than a sister.”
“More than a sister?”
“What exactly are you trying to say, Scott?”
Scott spread his hands now starting to look just a little bit uncomfortable. “Well, I was thinking perhaps you might be seeing her more as a woman.”
Virgil found himself staring at his brother again. “A woman.”
“Yes, Virgil, she is a very attractive woman.”
Blink. “She’s our sister, Scott.”
Now he was caught between wanting to thwap his brother and the possibility that Kayo was both a woman and not technically his sister.
A stunning and intellectually fascinating woman.
“What on Earth gave you that idea?”
Scott shrugged. “You seemed interested.”
“I offered to fix her holocamera.”
“I offered to fix Thunderbird One’s kooky VTOL engine just yesterday. I’m finding you extremely attractive right now.”
A half-lidded glare attempted to shave his eyebrows off. Then Scott threw up his arms. “Hey, just being a big brother here. Just thought you might want to talk about it.”
“There is nothing to talk about.”
Virgil looked at his hands for a moment, before remembering what it was he had actually been doing before this ridiculous conversation started.
Oh, yeah, lugging.
He kicked a stray furry caterpillar out of his way and wandered back to the discarded canister and yanked it into his arms, stomping it over to its corner before returning for the next one.
What the hell was Scott thinking? He had never thought of Kayo that way. Had he?
Kayo chose that very moment to walk across the far end of the hangar carrying yet another box.
He stared at her gliding step, her hips swaying in that cat-like manner she had about her. Perfectly synchronised, as if to her own musical rhythm, her swinging ponytail playing counterpoint.