Title: Halloween Three (Part One)

Warm Rain Series

Author: Numnut

28 Oct 2018

Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS

Rating: Teen

Summary: Virgil stared into the mirror and fiddled with his bow tie.

Word count: 955

Spoilers & warnings: Virgil/Kayo, spoilers for Warm Rain up to this point in the timeline.

Timeline: After 'The Proposal' and before 'Goodbye'.

Author's note: This is part of the Warm Rain Universe – it will be posted somewhat haphazardly as RL is interfering, but I hope it will be fun anyway. There are some extra notes on this on my Tumblr - gumnut-logic dot tumblr dot com slash master-story-list - scroll down to the bottom for the Warm Rain listing. Please enjoy :D

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

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Virgil stared into the mirror and fiddled with his bow tie. No matter what he did, it didn't sit straight. Its deep charcoal grey worked perfectly with his pale grey shirt, but for some reason it just refused to behave.

In the end he gave up. It would just have to stay that way.

His waistcoat was yet another shade of grey, this one darker than his shirt, but lighter than his tie. He shifted his shoulders and the familiar ache once again warned him that he still needed to take it easy. His ribs and right arm still not entirely up to par.

The jet-black jacket matched the black pants, but was short and angular at the front with long tails at the back. Virgil was not new to formal wear, his status as the son of one of the wealthiest men on the planet came with its list of necessary formal engagements, but still, this was one of the rarer getups.

But it was all for a good cause.

Each year, Tracy Industries held a Halloween Charity Ball with all the proceeds going to victims of disaster. Each year, the brothers would scroll through the list of horrors that had happened the previous year and find those who needed the most help. It was a way to follow up on the first responder work they did, and often it helped offer a little closure when some of those rescues weren't one hundred percent.

This year Virgil was attending with his fiancé.

He grinned into the mirror. The term was still new and it continued to tickle his fancy. He fingered the ring on his left hand for the umpteenth time, the etched dragons rough against his skin.

The last piece of his suit was a thin cherry red scarf which he draped around his neck.

Black shoes, silver cufflinks, check the hair, face, nails, another self-conscious smile in the mirror and he was ready.

He and Kay weren't able to arrive together. Kay was flying in from Jakarta after following up on some rumours about a new terrorist cell brewing in South East Asia. It wouldn't normally be something International Rescue would become involved in, but the rumour included not-so-natural disasters and Colonel Casey had asked for Kayo to look into it, with Brains for technology back up should they need it.

So, no shared limo or grand entrance for Virgil and his new fiancé. Oh, there was a limo, but it contained four other Tracy brothers, two of which would be a challenge to contain, another who might kill them if not restrained, and one who was probably being dragged along kicking and screaming around about now.

As if on cue, voices in the hallway outside his room suddenly increased in volume and something, or someone, collided with his door.

Walking over, Virgil stood back as he opened the door. And just as well he had, as a human shaped pile of red sponge foam fell backwards onto the carpet.

His kid brother looked up at him from the floor. "Hey, Virg." Those blue eyes roamed up and down. "Wow, you look totally dapper. Who you supposed to be?"

"I'm rather inclined to ask you that question. Though not until I find out why you are on the floor."

"Gordon tried to stab me with his trident?"

A blink. "Gordon has a trident?"

"Of course, I do." And a spangly, half naked Neptune walked in the door.

Virgil shouldn't be surprised, yet every year, Gordon provided an eye opener. There were sequins and glitter and barely any solid material covering necessary anatomy. And all in blue and green and tinsel and, yes, a trident.

"Interesting choice." Virgil squinted. "You've grown a beard?" And he had, it wasn't much more than rough blond stubble, but definitely there.

"Sure, I do need to look the part."

"Interesting part." There was definitely skin glue involved with some of those sequins.

He looked back at his youngest brother who was clambering up off the floor. "And your part is?"

"Oh!" Alan grinned. "Check this out." And his brother knelt down and folded himself into a car. A red racing car.

A moment and he unfolded, standing up once again, apparently not so random chunks of foam sticking out at all angles, still grinning. "I'm a Transformer."

Virgil blinked. Alan had a foam car hood as a bonnet. "I admit, that is a good…design." Okay, it was clever.

"So, who are you?" Alan's eyes were eager.

"Not telling."

"Hey!" Wow, the two of them could be choral.

"Not until Kay gets here."

"Ooh, are we a pair, are we?" Gordon's jiggled his eyebrows.

Virgil levelled a look at him.

Gordon held up his sparkly hands. They had body paint on them as well. "Okay, okay, I know you two are all engaged and lovey dovey now…"

Virgil reached over and ripped a sequin off his brother's chest.

"Ow!" Gordon slapped a hand to the injured spot. "What did you do that for?"

"Hmph." He shrugged, smirking. "I thought that was skin glue. Have fun getting all those off later." He reached over and gently pressed the sequin into a bare patch of skin. "Did you forget it was for wound repair? And I hope you've restocked our supplies."

The look on his brother's face set Virgil grinning as he waltzed past Gordon and out into the corridor. Score one for brother number two.

Unfortunately, distracted, he didn't see brother number three and collided with him, nearly sending both of them to the floor.

"Oh, god, sorry…J-" His hands met soft silk and he looked up, this time truly focussing on his tall brother.

Oh my god.

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