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

Road Rash

Title: Road Rash
Warm Rain Series
Author: Numnut
30 Sep 2018
Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS
Rating: Teen
Summary: Virgil didn’t think, he just threw himself off the roof.
Word count: 1380
Spoilers & warnings: Virgil/Kayo very vaguely, Virgil!whump
Author’s note: This one is for @weirdburketeer because she asked 😀 It is an expansion of a n incident mentioned in Sharing the Scenery  I really need to stop throwing off random lines – I find I then have to work out a way to explain them 😀 Occurs after Lug Day and before Sharing the Scenery. I hope you enjoy it 😀
Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother.


The first question should have been why were they there in the first place?

The answer, as always, was to save people. The difference this time was that it was a bungled train highjacking. The GDF had called them in as a last-ditch effort to save all the people on the train.

The fact that Virgil was now crawling along the top of said train was unexpected at the very least. He was unsure what he was doing there himself, but somehow it all had a logical progression, despite the expletives issuing forth from Thunderbird One.

“Virgil, I don’t like this.”

“Trust me, Scott, neither do I, but we had the equipment and we’re here, so we do the job.”

“Damnit, you be careful.”

“Always am.”

The expletive that rolled down the comline at that comment was entirely unfair.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear you say that.”

The wind generated by the train rushed over his helmet. Kayo had managed to sneak him into position, Thunderbird Shadow ghostly in her camouflage. The highjacking had been bungled and the train was now out of control, but the perpetrator was still on board. His demands had been outrageous and it appeared he had more than one screw loose upstairs. The fact that there was only one highjacker also tended to lean in that direction.

Virgil slipped down between the first and second cars, careful to stay out of sight. A glance through the door and yes, one criminal and a handful of people. One man, likely the driver was out cold on the floor.

Crouching down, he unhooked the safeties and demagnetised the coupler. A wrench and the coupler separated, the cars behind them slowing and drifting away.

Quietly and as fast as possible, he climbed back up onto the roof, waiting for the inevitable ruckus when his actions were discovered.

He slithered along the roof, heading for the driver’s compartment. A glance back, the cars behind him now quite a distance away, and he saw Thunderbird One swoop in snag them with a grappling cable.

How the people on board this carriage hadn’t noticed, he had no idea. With most of the train’s weight removed, the single engine compartment had increased in speed.

He needed to stop this train.

Someone was screaming. He peered over the edge of the roof and to his horror found a toddler being held out a window.


The little girl was screaming her heart out, he could hear her mother shouting and god she was-

Virgil didn’t think, he just threw himself off the roof, grabbing the tiny girl as she fell and wrapping himself around her.

The briefest thought of thank god, I caught her, and the planet up and hit him. Hard asphalt and he was tumbling and skidding. Pain blossomed everywhere.

The little girl was screaming. Scott was in his ears. Amongst it all someone was whimpering as he came to a halt jammed up against a grassy verge.

He got the briefest flash of Thunderbird S landing on top of a fast vanishing train carriage and the world went wobbly.


“Virgil!” His name was out of her throat without thought. She saw him catch the little figure falling from the train and then her brother was tumbling, skidding on his back across the road that lined the track.

A man was hanging out the train window yelling abuse at her fallen brother.

“Scott, do you have him?” Her voice was hoarse.

Scott’s voice was equally pained. “On recovery.” The train carriages had been pulled to a halt and people were clambering out of the carriages. Thunderbird One was approaching for a landing nearby. “Secure the engine compartment.” She could hear the anger in his voice.


She landed Thunderbird S on roof of the carriage where her brother had been moments before.

Slipping out of her cockpit, she flipped herself over the edge of the roof and straight through that same open window.

There was a man with a gun. Then there was a man without a gun and two broken legs crying on the floor.

She stepped over him, heading for the crew cabin. Moments later the train was slowing as she overrode the corrupting virus the highjacker had inserted into the driver program and then slammed on the brakes.

Walking back into the carriage, several people approached her, praising her, thanking her. She smiled a smile she didn’t feel. She stepped on the perpetrator’s hand ‘by accident’ before leashing him for the GDF.

“Engine compartment and perp secure, Thunderbird One.” A breath. “How is Virgil?”


Scott was running, first aid kit in hand. The huddled figure curled up against the grassy bank wasn’t moving. Scott’s breathing was loud in his helmet.

“Virgil? C’mon, talk to me.”

There was no response.

Scott skidded in gravel as he came to a halt and knelt beside his brother. Held tightly in his arms was a crying little girl with scrapes on her hands and knees. Virgil was still curled around her, protecting her with his body. His helmet was dented, the faceplate cracked and his uniform was shredded in places, his back…oh, hell, raw meat was too apt a description.

His brother’s face was screwed up in pain.

“Kayo, get down here!”

He touched his brother’s shoulder, ever so gently. “Virgil?”

His brother finally responded, his eyes looking up blurrily. “Scott?”

“Yeah, how you doing?”

“Ow.” His brother’s teeth came together in a painfilled grimace. “M’back.”

“Yeah, you’ve grazed yourself. Uh, can you let go of the little girl?”

“Huh?” There were the sounds of rushing footsteps behind him, a siren or two. Dust swirled up as TBS landed not far away. Scott leant over his brother protecting him as much as possible. “Girl?” Virgil looked down at the struggling figure in his arms. “Oh god.” And he let her go abruptly, the movement causing him to gasp, followed by a whimper. “Shit.” Between his teeth.

Scott gathered up the toddler, who clung to him, still crying in pain and terror. Spinning, Scott handed her off to the first paramedic who arrived on the scene, returning immediately to his prone brother.

Kayo appeared at his elbow. The sight of Virgil’s injuries caused her to pale, but she didn’t say anything.

“God, Virg, you know how to do it properly don’t you.” His eyes ran over his brother in assessment.

“Sorry. Wasn’t able to be as careful as usual.” His eyes darted to Kayo. “D’d you get him?”

Kayo’s voice was firm. “Got him.” A flicker in her eyes. “Got him good.”

Virgil smiled up at her, his eyelids drooping. “Good.” And those eyelids closed.

“Hey, no you don’t. Virgil!”

His eyelids flickered, brown eyes opening briefly to glance at first Scott then Kayo. The smile returned. Almost a whisper. “Beautiful.” And they closed again.

Paramedics swarmed. Virgil remained out of it, this time fortunately. His back looked so painful that movement looked to be hell.

Curled onto a hover gurney, he was rushed off to hospital.


Waking in hospital sucked.

Waking in pain sucked even more.

Oh, god.

Everything hurt.

He groaned.

“Virgil?” A musical voice.

He cranked his eyes open.  “K’yo?” A beautiful smile. He smiled in return. “Kayo. Hey.”

“Hey to you too.” Her green eyes searched his. “How are you feeling?”

He was laying curled up on his side. “Hurts.”

“I have no doubt.”

“What happened?”

She frowned. “You don’t remember?”

“Train.” He frowned. “Where’s Thunderbird Two?!”

“Gordon has her. You parked her in the middle of a soccer field.”

“Yes. Yes, I did. I rode on Thunderbird Shadow.”

“Yes, you did.”

“Nice ship.”

She smiled. “Yes, she is.”

“Nice pilot.”


“Of course.”

Footsteps entered the room, walking around the end of the bed. A pair of familiar blue eyes peered down at him in relief. “You’re awake!”

“Yeah, I am.”

“How you feeling?”

“Like shit.”

An arched eyebrow. “Not really a surprise. You need pain relief?”

Virgil tried to nod and regretted it immediately. He hissed between his teeth. “Damn.”

That set Scott running for the nearest nurse.

A small hand landed on his. “Take it easy.”

He looked up at her through pain glazed eyes. “Okay.”

Her hand squeezed his.


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