Title: Vengeant ChorusPart One of Chapter Four of Sotto VoceAuthor: Gumnut30-31 Aug 2018Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOSRating: TeenSummary: Sometimes the voices are far too loud to ignore.Word count: 1600Spoilers & warnings: Spoilers for Season 2Author’s note: This isn’t even a whole chapter, but half of one. I didn’t want you to wait much longer as work is taking pretty much everything at the moment. This chapter explains a lot and changes the playing field. I am so thankful for all the wonderful feedback, encouragement and painful howls I have received from you during the writing of this fic. Believe me, I have been howling alongside you. If you think reading this hurts, being submersed in the three dimensional world in my head as I write it is far more intense. So yeah, I’m hanging on the cliff with you all as work interrupts and takes me away…oh, and that annoying need to sleep. So here, have half a chapter and I really hope you enjoy it. Give Virgil some hugs from me 😀 He seriously needs them.Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother. “No! No, I won’t!” Virgil clutched his head and […]
poor virgil
For @weirdburketeer because you asked for it 😀 Sometimes the rescue itself wasn’t the hardest part. In fact, that was often the easiest. Focussed, pumped full of adrenalin, it happened, he didn’t think he just did. There was a goal and he tunnel-visioned until he achieved it. Sometimes it was afterwards, when all that adrenalin was spent, when the aches and pains demanded attention, when his body just wanted sleep, that were the worst. Because no matter the rescue, there was always cleanup, whether it was successful or not. Today was a mixture of both. They’d saved the children, but lost the parents and it just tore at him. It tore at all of them. The sound of rushing water was the continual reminder. He wanted nothing more than to escape this place and the life taking river beside them. Thunderbird Two stood with him, silent in the rain, cranked up on her struts, the pod bay door open awaiting the pods’ return. One pod wouldn’t be returning. Not in one piece. Thunderbird One was chasing it down the swollen river in the hope of recovery. Heavy flotsam had been too much for the argument between TB2’s grapple and the […]