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 […]
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The doctors couldn’t give him any definitive answers. Virgil’s body had taken such a beating, between the injury and the infections, they couldn’t guarantee his brother had it in him to survive. Scott’s spirit steeled at that. Virgil was one of the strongest people he knew. He was fit, he was healthy, he was as stubborn as the Thunderbird he flew. And he had four brothers who dearly wanted to see him fly her again. International Rescue shut down its services for an indefinite amount of time. The world complained, but Scott didn’t have the ears for it. He spent his days beside his fallen brother, attempting to give him what he could in his fight. But no matter what he did, Virgil lay there waxen and drawn, not waking, not reacting. To anything. Now there was talk of maybe he would never wake up. Gordon ended up yelling at the doctor and had to be restrained, Scott pulling him back into his arms, desperately trying to give what little comfort he could. Alan looked like a ghost, there but not. John disappeared into research desperately looking for something that might help. And Scott…Scott wept when no one was looking. […]