Do you remember that deer Dad found on the side of the road that had been hit by a car? How it looked up at us desperate for help, but somehow knew it wasn’t going to come? It felt like that. It hurt so much. I couldn’t do what he asked, so he just hurt me more. And then I think he just hurt me because he could. There wasn’t any way out. And he looked just like you. I think that hurt the most. V Dear John
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She knew John was nervous when he connected the EEG to her data network. He was pale and showed all the signs of distress in his movements. But his face was calm. “You are sure about this, Eos?” “As sure as I can be, John. There is no alternative. I…we can’t lose Virgil. International Rescue can not operate without him.” He stilled at her answer, his eyes looking towards the floor a moment before once again looking up. “And what about danger to you, Eos? We can not afford to lose you either.” She did not answer him immediately, studying him from the safety of her processors. “I am less important.” His eyes lit up, his voice firm. “No, Eos, you are not.” His eyes narrowed. “What about all those self-preservation directives you declared so thoroughly when we met?” Those green eyes were burning. She smiled to herself. “Let us say that I’ve learnt from my elders.” “Eos…” “Do not worry, John, I will take all due care. It will be difficult, but I believe it will be worth the risk. I’m fully backed up on Thunderbird Five, which is more than you can say each time you throw yourself […]
From @the-lady-razorsharp Rules: Name your ten favorite characters in any fandom, then tag ten friends to do the same. Okay… Jim, John, Jack, John, Michael, John, Tony, and Virgil. Hmm, that’s not ten, but these are the only ones up there on a pretty much equal standing. Jim Kirk – Star Trek: The Original Series & The Alternate Original Series.This is my original fandom. This is where is all started. The first fandom I encountered way back in 1986 (and yes, I am halfway through my lifespan, told you I never grew up 😀 ). He was in my first fanfic (which will never see the light of the internet because omigod bad – though you can see my second one – Goodbye, Spock – both of which were physically printed in my local club’s fanzine all those years ago). My history with ST is a little different to some. I entered through the James Blish books as at the time the show was not being shown on TV at all, videos were scarce and expensive and ST was not trendy, not at least until ST:TNG came to play a few years later (well, try four years, it took forever for […]
Gordon was in the kitchen getting himself a drink of water when there was an almighty yell, a loud crash, and something flew off the balcony above and into the pool. He frowned, and sagged slightly as the piano stool floated gently back to the surface. “Ah, crap.”
Title: Access Denied Author: Gumnut 24 – 25 Jul 2018 Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015 Rating: Mature (for some violence) Summary: He found a way. Word count: 5650 Spoilers & warnings: Season 2 in general. Occurs sometime before 2.07 Home on the Range. Also there is some violence in this fic and some bits are kinda creepy. Virgil!Whump Author’s note: Ever wondered how the events of Home on the Range were made possible? Many thanks to the wonderful welcome I have received in this fandom. Here I am again stretching my writing muscles with a fic a little different again from the previous one. I hope you enjoy a little whump, because even I feel sorry for Virgil in this one. My next fic will have to be fluffy to him to make up for it. Ouch! Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother. Scenes parroted from the episodes are definitely not mine. Chapter 1 “Why does it always have to be snow? I hate snow.” “It’s only water, Gordon. I thought you loved that stuff.” “Only in degrees above zero.” Thunderbird Two banked to port as Virgil sought out a place to land. […]
“Virgil!” There was concern in his brother’s voice. “What’s wrong?” “You okay?” His console flickered in and out of focus for a moment. “Fine. You?” He swallowed. There was bile in his throat. “Not good.” There was a silence on the other end of the line, before Scott’s controlled voice returned. “Can you fly?” The world was spinning again. Then it flickered as Scott’s hologram appeared on the dash. “Oh, god, Virgil.” “I’m sorr..y.” And the whole world tipped sideways. No-one is losing their Dad today
Title: A Little Understanding: an epilogue to A Good Day Author: Gumnut 21 – 22 Jul 2018 Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015 Rating: Teen Summary: “I’m fine, Scott, I promise.” Word count: 2151 Spoilers & warnings: Nothing canon specific, but won’t make much sense if you haven’t read ‘A Good Day.’ Author’s note: Apparently Scott had some questions and I seem to have developed a fascination for Virgil and his piano. I think this may be a little self-indulgence, so I’m keeping it separate from the main fic. I hope you enjoy it in any case. Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother. It was still dark. The moon still in the sky and the stars still out, hiding the fact that the sun would be rising in the east in the next couple of hours. It was the hour of quiet. An hour he’d seen quite a bit of lately, but for the first time Virgil could actually feel it. He felt at rest, his heart calm. Even though he again couldn’t sleep. It didn’t worry him this time. He was tired, but it was a good tired, not the wretched tired of […]
Apparently ‘A Good Day’ hasn’t finished with me. An epilogue has sprouted and is mostly written. “Hey, I never said there was anything wrong with you.” His lips twisted. “Though I have considered the possibility of mutant genes to explain the size of your shoulders. Look at those things, you sure you’re not using that exo-suit to disguise your super-human strength?” Virgil thumped his arm. “Ow, a demonstration was not needed.” Best wishes,Nutty(Hah!)