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

Love and Sacrifice: Part 3

Title: Love and Sacrifice

Part Three

Warm Rain Series

Prologue & Part One
Part Two

Author: Gumnut

Oct – Nov 2018

Fandom: Thunderbirds Are
Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS

Rating: Teen

Summary: When she is worth

Word count: 1535

Spoilers & warnings:

Timeline: After ‘Sharing
the Scenery’ and the events of ‘Road Rash’.

Author’s note: And here is
finally the story of the scar Virgil has on his back mentioned in the first fic
of this series and so uproarishly demanded by you wonderful people. I hope it
meets expectations. Also, pieces of this fic have been posted all over the
place in the last couple of months as I have been slowly piecing it all together,
so apologies if you have read some of it before or it seems familiar as I’ve
re-written sections.

Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money?
Don’t have any, don’t bother.


Virgil operated like a
possessed automaton.

Despite the situation,
Gordon found it creepy. His brother said nothing more than was absolutely
necessary, he operated smoothly, fast and efficient.

But there was something
missing, as if he had switched off part of himself to function.

He didn’t have time to
speak to Scott, but he knew something was wrong beyond their current situation,
something serious and it was related to Kayo.

The flight to Jakarta
was deadly quiet.

Thunderbird S was a
familiar yet uncomfortable sight. The lack of his sister’s presence marked even
more by her empty ‘bird.

Virgil, after helping
Gordon with pre-flight, reached out and touched her fuselage with his fingers.
The expression on his face was lost.

Gordon placed a hand on
his brother’s shoulder. “We’ll get her out, Virgil. We will.”

Virgil didn’t look at
him, his voice rough. “Yes, we will.” He let his hand drop to his side. He
finally turned to Gordon, his expression intense. “Fly safe.” And he turned
back to his ‘bird, the automaton well in control.


Thunderbirds One and Two
hit the plantation’s airspace loud and hard. They came in from opposite
directions, their mere presence shaking the palm trees and rattling windows.
The buildings were old and more than one window fell from its pane.

John had reported no
anti-aircraft munitions on the site. That didn’t stop the rough dressed
inhabitants from shooting their guns at the ‘birds. The chances of damage were
small, but Virgil grit his teeth anyway.

Shortly after One and
Two’s entrance, S ghosted in under their radar, the ripple of her camouflage
barely noticeable even to the brothers.

She landed beside the
main building, Gordon’s figure seen appearing from nowhere and dashing into the

“I’m in.”

And Virgil pulled the
roof off one of the outer buildings.

Scott did the same on
the other side of the property.

And then Virgil started
chopping up an empty storage barn with his laser.

The whole plantation was
in an uproar, armed men running, firing at the Thunderbirds. There was a lot of

Virgil cared for none of

Kayo was in the central
building and everything in his body ached to get to her. To get her out.

“Uh, Thunderbird One?
These aren’t terrorists.” Gordon’s voice was worried.

“What?” Scott echoed

“Well, they are, but
this is the Hood. I’ve seen several of his stupid henchmen already.”

Virgil’s blood ran cold.
Her uncle, the bastard who had taken so much from them already.

Thunderbird Two spun on
her axis and started carving up another building, the red of her cutting laser
violent in the sunlight.

It was taking too long.

“Gordon, what’s the hold

There was a pause, but
then his younger brother answered, a little out of breath. “Having some
difficulty getting to her. I think we’ve lost what little surprise we had. The
bastard knows us too-” There was a gasp over the line and a groan.


No answer.


“Stay in position,



Then another signal came
in. “Oh my, it is International Rescue to the rescue. Thank you so much for
delivering your equipment to me.” A smarmy chuckle. “And now I have two
operatives to add to my collection. Though I would like a couple more. After
all, it is good policy to collect them all.”

Virgil’s knuckles
clenched white on the steering yoke. “Scott, please.”

His brother didn’t
answer immediately, and it gave him hope.

“Go in through the roof.
Two has the equipment. Make it fast.”


Thunderbird Two spun,
her VTOL raking the air. Her laser struck out again, slicing a decent sized
hole in the roof of the main building, and cutting all the way through the
floors to the point where Kayo’s signal…he blinked…and now Gordon’s icon
flickered on his hologram.

Thunderbird One darted
around him, causing a moat of havoc to prevent any approach.

Setting his ‘bird to
remote and auto, Virgil scrambled down to the bay and lowered himself and the
rescue rig through the hole in the roof. The winch ran hot as he lowered it
faster than he ever had.

She was down there.
Gordon was down there.

The rig hit a solid
surface with a clunk.

In darkness.

Flicking on his shoulder
lamp he illuminated the room.

Kayo was tied to a pole
at one end.

Her open eye was wide
and frightened in the stark light. She shook her head violently, the gag in her
mouth muffling whatever it was she was trying to say.

“Well, well, well.
Operative number three has arrived.” The voice came from above, in the
darkness. Virgil looked up, directing the light towards the voice. The Hood
stood on some kind of mezzanine high above.

With a gun aimed
directly at Virgil.

“Which one are you?
Pilot of Thunderbird Two perhaps? Vincent? Vernon?” A smirk. “Virgil Tracy.”

Virgil flicked his light
to his cutting laser, aimed, and fired.

In the retina induced
afterimage there was a yelp and the sound of a gun clattering to the floor
somewhere near him in the darkness.

He took the opportunity
and moved.

Setting his lamp on dim,
enough to see, but not blind, he hurried over to Kayo and began tackling the
knots holding her hands to the pole.


She heard him before she
saw him. She could hear the familiar roar of Thunderbird Two far overhead and
she greeted it with both hope and fear. A moment later, she was blinded by the
red beam of a cutting laser slicing into the building.

Plasterboard and roofing
fell with a crash and a cloud of dust. A soft circle of light lit the floor.

Followed by the rescue


As always, the name
meant safety.

But he wasn’t
safe here.

She knew her uncle was
here somewhere. There was an overhead ledge or mezzanine to this room. She couldn’t
see him, but she knew he was there.


Please, Virgil, no.

The gag prevented her
from saying anything intelligible, so she was reduced to moaning at him and
shaking her head as his lamp light landed on her.

At the sound of her
uncle’s voice, she thought that this was it, she was going to see her brother
shot in front of her. She screamed into the gag.

But there was another
bright slice of red, a yelp, the clatter of a dropped weapon, and he was there,
his ever-familiar aftershave in her nostrils as he leant around her, grabbing
at her bound hands.

“Hey, Kay.” His voice
was a whisper, but so Virgil it hurt.

“Move away.” And the
bastard had recovered himself somewhere above them in the darkness. She yelled
into her gag again.

Her brother kept pulling
at her bonds.

A gun fired and Virgil
flinched towards her, a gasp forced from him.


But then his eyes, half
in shadow latched onto hers and he continued to pull at the knots. “We have to

The gun fired again, and
this time she felt it impact his body. He shuddered, stumbling forward a step
into her space. He almost fell, his groan hot on her cheek.

But her hands were free.

She steadied him, and
dove for the gun.

She located the shadow
of her uncle and, drawing a calming breath…fired.

He dropped without a
word, the only sound that of his body hitting the floor.

It ends here, Uncle. No

She turned back to
Virgil, only to find him gone.

“Gordon?” His voice was
almost a whisper, his dim lamp staggering off to the right.

She followed him. “Virgil?”

“Gordon is here.” And
his lamp brightened as he searched, moments later landing on his little
brother, limp and discarded in the corner of the room.

Kayo drew in a sharp
breath at the sight of the unconscious aquanaut, limping over to him to assess
his condition. “He’s out cold.”

“John?” Virgil’s voice
was shaky.

“Virgil, what happened?
You’re injured.”

“Gordon? Vitals?”

“Unconscious but all
signs are that he is stable. You are not.”

And as if to illustrate
his brother’s comment, Virgil began to tip sideways, stumbling to right
himself. “We need to get out of here.” There was the sound of feet running in
the hallways outside the room. “Hurry.”

Kayo grabbed Gordon,
staggering under his weight until she could get him into a proper hold. Her
abused body complained extensively, but she ignored it.

Virgil stumbled towards
the rescue rig, clinging to it for support and accessing his wrist remote. Kayo
deposited Gordon in one of the harnesses and secured him before turning to her
rescuer. “Come and sit down.”

He looked as if to
protest, but yet another waver threatened to take his feet from under him, so
he obeyed, letting her hold his arm as he lowered himself painfully into the
harness beside her.

For a moment she thought
he might pass out, but his eyes latched onto hers before he activated the winch
to recall.

She paid no attention to
the body on the mezzanine as they rose through the ceiling.

He had made his choice.

And she had made hers.


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