Title: Gentle Rain Warm Rain Series Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten Author: Gumnut 30 Jan – 3 Feb 2019 Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS Rating: Teen Summary: Sometimes it is so gentle, you don’t realise it is happening. Word count: 2555 Spoilers & warnings: Virgil/Kayo, Scott/OC, spoilers for Warm Rain up to this point in the timeline. Timeline: Six months after ‘The Proposal’, almost a sequel. Author’s note: For @scribbles97 Well, anyone reading my Tumblr will know this part set me kicking and screaming and multiple headdesking. I got stuck and it wouldn’t write and I didn’t have a fun time. However last night I broke the first dam and this morning the second one kicked over and hooray, here be Part Ten. It should also be noted that somehow, Virgil is completely absent from this part. Please don’t hate me. This may have been why it was so hard to write – it may be my only fic bit without Virg ever. But he will be back, cos I have evil plans! Many thanks to both @scribbles97 and @the-lady-razorsharp for putting up with my extensive wailing and moaning and also […]
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the-lady-razorsharp: It was her job, thought Ruth, to keep the kids out of trouble. She’d managed it all these years, and truth to tell, sometimes she forgot that they were all grown now. Force of habit, she supposed. “Where’s Kayo?” She asked Gordon. The aquanaut looked up from his half-empty plate of warmed-over spaghetti and fixed her with a weary gaze. “Um, she went to bed.” “No, she’s not in her room.” “Oh.” Gordon shoveled in a forkful of noodles. “I dunno, she just said she was going to bed.” Ruth glanced around, noticing that there was one other absent face. “Where’s Virgil?” Gordon chased a mouthful of garlic cheese bread with a long swallow of iced tea. “Same. Bed.” Experience told her the two coincidences were related, so she marched herself up to her middle grandsons’ room, intent on her duty as a grandmother. She listened for a moment at the door (no use embarrassing them) before pushing it open, her indignation at their behavior locked and loaded. When she was in the room, however, the words died away, and she stood looking down at her two young charges. Yes, they were sleeping. Yes, they were sleeping together. Yes, […]
Aaargh ::glares at fic:: Not my best, but I hope you enjoy it anyway ::hugs:: Title: Tick Tock Author: Gumnut 21 – 30 Nov 2018 Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS Rating: Teen Summary: And then he had to take that one step further. Word count: 6861 Spoilers & warnings: None. Timeline: Standalone Author’s note: This is for @i-am-chidorixblossom She was having a bad time of it, but this fic got out of control, did what it damn well pleased, and RL kicked my butt, so it is delivered late ::headdesk:: I’ve been staring at it for far too long. It has issues, but I’m not sure how to fix them. ::glares at it some more:: Also, I’m a librarian and an artist/designer, not a medical professional, so please suspend disbelief if I’ve completely blown it 😀 In any case, I hope you enjoy it anyway and thank you to all for your continuing wonderful support. I couldn’t do this without you ::biggest hugs with extra snuggles for Chiddi:: Author’s note: Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother. -o-o-o- Virgil stared at the piano. The ivory stared back. Reaching out a gloved hand […]
It was Grandma who kept him sane. She kicked out Scott, reassured Alan, relieved Gordon and stopped Kayo from killing nurses. But most of all she sat with him and ran her fingers through his hair at those most frustrating and confronting moments. And she brushed away his tears when he couldn’t do it himself. -o-o-o- Aaargh, so close but still not finished! had to choose sleep over writing, damnit. Nutty (Edge, off it, sleeping on the way down)
gumnut-logic: Sally Tracy adored her grandkids. She was so proud of the strong, young men they had become, and so comforted by their equally strong moral code and need to help anyone in need of it. Each one shone in their own special way, each one had his own strengths, and together they made a fantastic team and a wonderful family. But she couldn’t help but have an extra soft spot for Virgil. She didn’t play favourites, or really, like any parent, tried her best not to, and she loved them all more than her own life. But he was the one who always stepped up to help her first, always the one who checked on her, stood by her, looked after her in those moments where she might be vulnerable. Sure, he didn’t like her cooking any more than his brothers, but he was always there. Just there. And that meant a great deal to Sally. He was also very much like his mother, and she suspected that the pieces of the puzzle that had fit so well with his parents helped fit him to her in personality just that little bit more. He was such a sweet gentle […]
Dunno if I’ll keep this bit, might chuck it and change perspective, but this is all I’ve managed to write in the last 48 hours. ::sigh:: Scott caught Virgil by his baldric, barely managing to prevent his head from colliding with the floor. Damn he was heavy. A grunt as he staggered under his brother’s weight, and Gordon was throwing himself over the lounge, grabbing the engineer’s other side. Together they lowered him to a sitting position on the floor. “I stink.” Eldest and second youngest exchanged a worried glance. Scott crouched down beside Virgil, wrapping an arm around his brother’s shoulders in an attempt to steady him. “Virgil?” But his brother’s gaze was vague and he didn’t answer. Again. “Virgil?” He gently shook his shoulders. There was the clatter of a dropped plate, and Grandma was kneeling beside them. Virgil responded immediately. “Hey, Grandma.” “Hello, Virgil.” She reached out to touch his face, but Virgil recoiled, pushing backwards into Scott. “How are you feeling?” “Like shit.” If there was any symptom that could indicate there was something wrong with his brother, it was swearing in front of Grandma. Scott’s grip on Virgil’s shoulders tightened just a little more. But […]
the-lady-razorsharp: For @gumnut-logic , a three-page comic of her fic, “What Mom’s Are For.” Scott is punishing the bag (and himself) in the gym over things he can’t control…or fix… And Grandma is the one doing the rescuing this time. This was fun! I really enjoyed page 2, heheheh… OMIGOD! Wow, wow and more wow! I was at work (I’m a part time Librarian and yes, I work Sundays, drat it) arguing with a broken print management system ::glares at it:: I opened my phone to ring the IT Librarian (who was at home), and stumbled across this. I didn’t get a good chance to look at it until after work, but fortunately I only had to wait another half hour. I have been grinning ever since, a good couple of hours later and I finally get to sit at my computer and gaze at it reverently. You have no idea how this made my day (work dragged like crazy because everyone was out in the spring weather, where I wanted to be) and this just lifted my spirits like you wouldn’t believe. It is such a compliment to me that you felt inspired enough from my work to create […]
Title: What Moms Are ForTales of Sotto VoceAuthor: Gumnut12-15 Sep 2018Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOSRating: TeenSummary: Every strong man needs someone to lean on. Or they will fall.Word count: 1830Spoilers & warnings: Spoilers for Season 2 and Sotto VoceAuthor’s note: This is more of just a scene than anything else. It was hampered by RL and interruptions, so I wouldn’t consider it my best, structurally, but I do think it is a scene that needs to be added to the universe. I hope you enjoy it 😀 I will now go and have an argument with Alan who has jumped the gun and is currently bouncing around in my head, demanding his turn on the fic writing schedule 😀Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother. -o-o-o- Scott Tracy is a strong man. He has suffered the loss of both parents and become the guide and leader for his entire family as a consequence. He is the spokesperson for International Rescue, a role that sometimes sees him toe to toe with world leaders. And he has witnessed some of humanity’s most desperate moments and stepped forward to save those who could be saved. […]
Sally Tracy adored her grandkids. She was so proud of the strong, young men they had become, and so comforted by their equally strong moral code and need to help anyone in need of it. Each one shone in their own special way, each one had his own strengths, and together they made a fantastic team and a wonderful family. But she couldn’t help but have an extra soft spot for Virgil. She didn’t play favourites, or really, like any parent, tried her best not to, and she loved them all more than her own life. But he was the one who always stepped up to help her first, always the one who checked on her, stood by her, looked after her in those moments where she might be vulnerable. Sure, he didn’t like her cooking any more than his brothers, but he was always there. Just there. And that meant a great deal to Sally. He was also very much like his mother, and she suspected that the pieces of the puzzle that had fit so well with his parents helped fit him to her in personality just that little bit more. He was such a sweet gentle boy […]
Virgil Tracy adored his grandmother. Out of all five boys, he was the closest to her and unashamedly was always the first one to seek out and spend time with the Tracy matriarch. Not that the other boys loved her any less, it was just that Virgil’s temperament fit hers perfectly and they enjoyed each other’s company. This was one of the reasons why Virgil was usually the one to accompany his Grandma to the mainland for whatever errand. It wasn’t really a chore, it was an opportunity to spend time with her, hear her stories, get to know the woman whose genes, and a good chunk of spirit, had helped make the Tracys what they were today. So it was a new and particular kind of hell for Virgil to find that same strong woman lying unconscious and bleeding in the street. TBC? And yes, it is 3.30am here. Insomniac writing is always interesting. Nutty(there’s an edge here somewhere)