Disclaimer: - I don't own Thunderbirds, Carlton do.
Right Everyone! This is the slightly revised version. I decided to revise
and reload after some of the tips reviewers gave me. By the way CHEERS EVERYBODY for all those wonderful tips and ideas, they've really helped.
At least now I don't get a headache when I try to keep up with my own
storyline. Heh-heh!
So, first order of business for this revisal is the setting. I didn't tell
you before so I'm telling you now.
This story is set in 2066, about a year after International Rescue began
operating.
There, away you go. ;-)
Once Forgotten
On a remote island somewhere in the South Pacific all was quiet. In fact, apart from the gentle breeze that rustled the leaves of the tall palm trees that were scattered around the island everything seemed unusually peaceful on Tracy Island.
It had been nearly three weeks since an emergency call had come in and the inhabitance of the island were becoming restless.
"Man! When are we gonna get some action around here. I'm BORED!" Alan grumbled as he threw himself onto the couch dressed in a T-shirt and sweat pants. He had just finished what seemed like his tenth run round the island in so many days and so was covered from head to foot in sand.
Virgil looked up from his third painting of the day and regarded his little brother.
"Hey, watch where you're sitting. Grandma will have a fit if you get sand all over the house again." He said with a frown at the good amount of sand that was already settling into the carpet where his brother had walked in.
Although tired, Alan managed to turn his head enough to glare at him.
"Gee Thanks Virg. You could ask me how my run went but noooo you're worried about a bit of sand in the carpet!" The reply was more sarcastic than angry which betrayed how tried he felt.
Virgil's expression softened and he offered his brother a small smile.
"Sorry kiddo. Hey, why don't you go get cleaned up, dinner will be soon and if you're not careful Grandma will catch you red handed or in your case SANDED before you even have a chance to defend yourself"
Alan tried to stifle the laugh that threatened to escape at Virgil's bad attempt at a pun.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. So where is everyone? I know that Brains is showing Dad that new fire fighting equipment of his but where's Scott, Gordon and Tin-Tin?" Alan asked as the fact that, due to his run, he'd failed to see what the rest of the family had been up to.
Turning back to his painting Virgil answered him absently.
"Well, Gordon is in Thunderbird 4 fixing a crack in the outer hatch, Tin- Tin is in the kitchen with Kyrano and Grandma helping with dinner and Scott is." Virgil stopped painting and stared hard at his canvas, a frown creasing his tanned features.
Alan saw the frown on his older brothers face and thought for a moment that it was the painting that had caused him to stop suddenly. He was just about to ask if he wanted a new canvas when Virgil turned back to him, the frown still on his face.
"You know what? I don't know where Scott is. In fact, I haven't seen him since breakfast. You didn't see him out on the island anywhere did you?"
Now it was Alan's turn to frown.
"No. I haven't seen him all day since I skipped breakfast." He replied seriously, confusion evident on his face.
At that moment Jeff walked into the lounge with Brains not far behind. He turned and smiled at his sons but one look at their expressions told him something was wrong and immediately he switched to commander mode.
"What's wrong boys?" He asked, his voice automatically becoming the voice that they usually heard over the radio in their Thunderbirds while on a rescue.
Virgil was the first to realize that his father probably mistook their serious expressions for trouble so was the first to answer.
"Oh nothing serious father. We were just wondering where Scott's gotten. I haven't seen him since breakfast and Alan hasn't seen him out on the island."
Jeff visibly relaxed at Virgil's admission.
'Wow. I guess even Dad's getting edgy with all the peace and quiet around here.' Virgil thought allowing the small smile from earlier to return at the thought of his father becoming just as bored as his baby brother.
Jeff meanwhile had gone to sit behind his desk and was now looking over the blueprints that Brains placed on the desk in front of him.
"W-ww-we c-could-uh-begin construction a-a-as soon a-as the-uh-parts for t- the-uh-frame arrive M-Mr Tracy." Stuttered the nervous scientist.
"Good work Brains. This new fire fighting equipment is just what we need. So far all we've got to deal with fires is Firefly but that's no good when it come to buildings or trapped people. Very well, begin building them as soon as you have the necessary parts, I'll start ordering what you need. Have you compiled a list?" Jeff asked, apparently delighted that International Rescue was finally getting some of the equipment it sorely needed for more complicated rescues.
"Y-yes M-Mr Tracy." Brains replied enthusiastically and pulled the already prepared list from his pocket and hand to the man behind the desk.
Jeff glanced at it briefly before laying it down on his desk for later.
"I'll get on it as soon as we've had dinner which according to Grandma as I passed the kitchen is ready. Are you boys coming?" Jeff asked as he got up from his desk.
Brains walked past the two stunned Tracy boys grinning and headed towards the dining room.
"But what about Scott!" Alan demanded a little more harshly than he intended to and immediately looked apologetic at the incredulous expression on his father's face.
"Sorry Dad." He added in a small voice
Virgil watched the whole scene from the relative safety of his canvas as he waited for his father to answer Alan's question.
Sighing, Jeff Tracy turned to his youngest son and replied calmly.
"Scott is in the basement going through some old things, he said he'd be up to eat later so asked Grandma to save him some." Jeff gave his sons a gentle smile and left the room.
As he made his way to the dining room Jeff thought of his eldest son for he knew what Scott would be doing today and although he couldn't exactly blame him, he wished his son would find a better outlet for his feelings, like him for example.
With one last sigh Jeff Tracy, world famous astronaut and billionaire businessman and founder of the world-renowned International Rescue organization walked through the door to the dining room and sat down for dinner.
* * *
3am. She gazed her watch through the haze of disorientation that came with working for 36 hours non-stop and sighed wearily.
"Well ol' girl. Time for bed coz if Max finds out I've been moonlighting again he's gonna kill me."
She smiled ruefully and set off towards the locker room at the far end of the ER department where she worked. Once changed in to a fresh pair of jeans and a t-shirt she looked herself over in the mirror. Although naturally very pale, her face was whiter than usual and her normally bright blue eyes were dull and underlined by dark circles. 'Well, that's what you get for pulling stupid shifts' she thought bitterly and after depositing her white coat in her locker, headed for the hospital entrance.
Just as she reached the door a very bulky and very tanned security guard with black hair came jogging over to her.
"Hey! Dr Williams it's you. I didn't even know you were still here." He grinned at her, knowing full well what she was still doing here. It was a well-known fact that Dr Williams was rarely seen outside of the hospital and catching a glimpse of her actually OFF duty was like spotting a Dodo walking down Main Street.
She turned to him and smiled back.
"Just don't tell Max, ok Luca? He'll have my head.....again."
Running a slightly shaky hand through pale blond hair that came to just below her ears she reached inside her jeans pocket and produced the swipe card that all hospital staff were issued with in order to open the main doors after hours.
Luca looked at her with concerned eyes.
"Hey, you ok Doc? You look a little pale." He asked as she started heading for the door once more. She took a shaky breath and let it out slowly before turning to look him in the face, smiling softly.
"Yeah, I'm ok. Just beat I guess."
He smiled in return, satisfied with that answer.
"Well at least you have the good sense to admit it. Dr McCallaghn is like an old mule when it comes to admitting he's tired."
She gave a small laugh as the mental picture came to mind.
"I know damn well what Max is like and yet he still has the nerve to complain at me about burning the candle at both ends! Oh well, I guess it's just boss's privilege and something I should learn to live with." She said grinning back at him.
Luca laughed and waved goodbye as he walked away to get back to his patrol of the wards.
Still smiling, she turned her attention back to the door and slid her card through the swipe machine which gave a soft beep of affirmation before the two large doors parted ways, allowing her to leave.
Stepping out into the cold October air, she hugged herself tightly as she made her way to her car.
"Damn! Why didn't I bring a coat?" She murmured to herself and folding her arms tightly headed off towards the hospital parking lot to retrieve her car.
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Right Everyone! This is the slightly revised version. I decided to revise
and reload after some of the tips reviewers gave me. By the way CHEERS EVERYBODY for all those wonderful tips and ideas, they've really helped.
At least now I don't get a headache when I try to keep up with my own
storyline. Heh-heh!
So, first order of business for this revisal is the setting. I didn't tell
you before so I'm telling you now.
This story is set in 2066, about a year after International Rescue began
operating.
There, away you go. ;-)
Once Forgotten
On a remote island somewhere in the South Pacific all was quiet. In fact, apart from the gentle breeze that rustled the leaves of the tall palm trees that were scattered around the island everything seemed unusually peaceful on Tracy Island.
It had been nearly three weeks since an emergency call had come in and the inhabitance of the island were becoming restless.
"Man! When are we gonna get some action around here. I'm BORED!" Alan grumbled as he threw himself onto the couch dressed in a T-shirt and sweat pants. He had just finished what seemed like his tenth run round the island in so many days and so was covered from head to foot in sand.
Virgil looked up from his third painting of the day and regarded his little brother.
"Hey, watch where you're sitting. Grandma will have a fit if you get sand all over the house again." He said with a frown at the good amount of sand that was already settling into the carpet where his brother had walked in.
Although tired, Alan managed to turn his head enough to glare at him.
"Gee Thanks Virg. You could ask me how my run went but noooo you're worried about a bit of sand in the carpet!" The reply was more sarcastic than angry which betrayed how tried he felt.
Virgil's expression softened and he offered his brother a small smile.
"Sorry kiddo. Hey, why don't you go get cleaned up, dinner will be soon and if you're not careful Grandma will catch you red handed or in your case SANDED before you even have a chance to defend yourself"
Alan tried to stifle the laugh that threatened to escape at Virgil's bad attempt at a pun.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. So where is everyone? I know that Brains is showing Dad that new fire fighting equipment of his but where's Scott, Gordon and Tin-Tin?" Alan asked as the fact that, due to his run, he'd failed to see what the rest of the family had been up to.
Turning back to his painting Virgil answered him absently.
"Well, Gordon is in Thunderbird 4 fixing a crack in the outer hatch, Tin- Tin is in the kitchen with Kyrano and Grandma helping with dinner and Scott is." Virgil stopped painting and stared hard at his canvas, a frown creasing his tanned features.
Alan saw the frown on his older brothers face and thought for a moment that it was the painting that had caused him to stop suddenly. He was just about to ask if he wanted a new canvas when Virgil turned back to him, the frown still on his face.
"You know what? I don't know where Scott is. In fact, I haven't seen him since breakfast. You didn't see him out on the island anywhere did you?"
Now it was Alan's turn to frown.
"No. I haven't seen him all day since I skipped breakfast." He replied seriously, confusion evident on his face.
At that moment Jeff walked into the lounge with Brains not far behind. He turned and smiled at his sons but one look at their expressions told him something was wrong and immediately he switched to commander mode.
"What's wrong boys?" He asked, his voice automatically becoming the voice that they usually heard over the radio in their Thunderbirds while on a rescue.
Virgil was the first to realize that his father probably mistook their serious expressions for trouble so was the first to answer.
"Oh nothing serious father. We were just wondering where Scott's gotten. I haven't seen him since breakfast and Alan hasn't seen him out on the island."
Jeff visibly relaxed at Virgil's admission.
'Wow. I guess even Dad's getting edgy with all the peace and quiet around here.' Virgil thought allowing the small smile from earlier to return at the thought of his father becoming just as bored as his baby brother.
Jeff meanwhile had gone to sit behind his desk and was now looking over the blueprints that Brains placed on the desk in front of him.
"W-ww-we c-could-uh-begin construction a-a-as soon a-as the-uh-parts for t- the-uh-frame arrive M-Mr Tracy." Stuttered the nervous scientist.
"Good work Brains. This new fire fighting equipment is just what we need. So far all we've got to deal with fires is Firefly but that's no good when it come to buildings or trapped people. Very well, begin building them as soon as you have the necessary parts, I'll start ordering what you need. Have you compiled a list?" Jeff asked, apparently delighted that International Rescue was finally getting some of the equipment it sorely needed for more complicated rescues.
"Y-yes M-Mr Tracy." Brains replied enthusiastically and pulled the already prepared list from his pocket and hand to the man behind the desk.
Jeff glanced at it briefly before laying it down on his desk for later.
"I'll get on it as soon as we've had dinner which according to Grandma as I passed the kitchen is ready. Are you boys coming?" Jeff asked as he got up from his desk.
Brains walked past the two stunned Tracy boys grinning and headed towards the dining room.
"But what about Scott!" Alan demanded a little more harshly than he intended to and immediately looked apologetic at the incredulous expression on his father's face.
"Sorry Dad." He added in a small voice
Virgil watched the whole scene from the relative safety of his canvas as he waited for his father to answer Alan's question.
Sighing, Jeff Tracy turned to his youngest son and replied calmly.
"Scott is in the basement going through some old things, he said he'd be up to eat later so asked Grandma to save him some." Jeff gave his sons a gentle smile and left the room.
As he made his way to the dining room Jeff thought of his eldest son for he knew what Scott would be doing today and although he couldn't exactly blame him, he wished his son would find a better outlet for his feelings, like him for example.
With one last sigh Jeff Tracy, world famous astronaut and billionaire businessman and founder of the world-renowned International Rescue organization walked through the door to the dining room and sat down for dinner.
* * *
3am. She gazed her watch through the haze of disorientation that came with working for 36 hours non-stop and sighed wearily.
"Well ol' girl. Time for bed coz if Max finds out I've been moonlighting again he's gonna kill me."
She smiled ruefully and set off towards the locker room at the far end of the ER department where she worked. Once changed in to a fresh pair of jeans and a t-shirt she looked herself over in the mirror. Although naturally very pale, her face was whiter than usual and her normally bright blue eyes were dull and underlined by dark circles. 'Well, that's what you get for pulling stupid shifts' she thought bitterly and after depositing her white coat in her locker, headed for the hospital entrance.
Just as she reached the door a very bulky and very tanned security guard with black hair came jogging over to her.
"Hey! Dr Williams it's you. I didn't even know you were still here." He grinned at her, knowing full well what she was still doing here. It was a well-known fact that Dr Williams was rarely seen outside of the hospital and catching a glimpse of her actually OFF duty was like spotting a Dodo walking down Main Street.
She turned to him and smiled back.
"Just don't tell Max, ok Luca? He'll have my head.....again."
Running a slightly shaky hand through pale blond hair that came to just below her ears she reached inside her jeans pocket and produced the swipe card that all hospital staff were issued with in order to open the main doors after hours.
Luca looked at her with concerned eyes.
"Hey, you ok Doc? You look a little pale." He asked as she started heading for the door once more. She took a shaky breath and let it out slowly before turning to look him in the face, smiling softly.
"Yeah, I'm ok. Just beat I guess."
He smiled in return, satisfied with that answer.
"Well at least you have the good sense to admit it. Dr McCallaghn is like an old mule when it comes to admitting he's tired."
She gave a small laugh as the mental picture came to mind.
"I know damn well what Max is like and yet he still has the nerve to complain at me about burning the candle at both ends! Oh well, I guess it's just boss's privilege and something I should learn to live with." She said grinning back at him.
Luca laughed and waved goodbye as he walked away to get back to his patrol of the wards.
Still smiling, she turned her attention back to the door and slid her card through the swipe machine which gave a soft beep of affirmation before the two large doors parted ways, allowing her to leave.
Stepping out into the cold October air, she hugged herself tightly as she made her way to her car.
"Damn! Why didn't I bring a coat?" She murmured to herself and folding her arms tightly headed off towards the hospital parking lot to retrieve her car.
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