AU: Hi everyone! This is my first Thunderbirds are go fanfic so please forgive me if I mess up any of the facts. I'm also fairly new to the fandom so I don't know a whole lot about the show. I've had this idea for a while but it's just took a lot of time to figure out where I was going with it. I'm going to try to update monthly, but I am a horrible procrastinator so I'm going to go ahead and apologize for that. Anyhow, hope you enjoy! Please review!
The only reason I realized something was wrong was that the light was on in Gordon's room. Gordon was like a vampire when it came to lights and sleeping. When he and Alan used to share a room, he used to torture him by turning his nightlight off. I can't tell you the number of times I was woken up by a crying Alan telling me what Gordon had done.
I was in the kitchen getting a late night snack when I noticed it. I had just come down from five a week ago and was still trying to work out a sleeping schedule. After 6 months of being on five, it was already Alan's time to go up. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my brothers and everything but I can only stand them for so long.
Walking from the kitchen to Gordon's door, I paused for a second, listening to see if it was just his tv playing. But what I heard confused me so much that at first, I thought I imagined it. It sounded like crying.
Frowning, I cracked open the door, not even bothering to knock. The sight that might my eyes made me even more confused. Gordon was sitting against his bed, his legs curled up against his chest. But that wasn't what confused me the most. He was actually crying. If you didn't know Gordon you probably wouldn't be surprised, but ever since the day he was born, Gordon was a ball of energy and happiness. He was always cracking a joke or pulling a prank.
"Gordon?", I called softly, walking towards him. The effect was almost immediate. Gordon's crying stopped and his shoulders tensed up. He quickly turned to face me. I was meet with a tear-stained face and puffy eyes. I couldn't remember the last time I saw Gordon cry. It had to be at least 2 years ago, right after his accident.
"John?", He said, eyes wide. He quickly rubbed at his eyes and said, "What are you doing up?"
"I was just getting a snack. I saw your light on", I said, sitting down beside him. He nodded, before looking down at the floor. He started to chew his fingernails. He only ever did that when he was nervous.
"So...", I said awkwardly. I was not the best at comforting people.
Gordon rolled his eyes, not looking at me. "I'm fine John. You don't have to say anything." He was still sniffling. I studied him for a second, taking in his messy hair and sweat covered shirt.
"Sure you are", I said sarcastically, turning my head to look at the floor. We sat there for the longest time in awkward silence, just Gordon's occasional sniffle. Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer and said, "What's wrong Gordon? You never stay this quiet."
He let out a small snort and said, "Nothing John, I told you." He still hadn't looked up at me.
Sighing, I decided I needed to bring out the big guns.
"Alright, I gave you a chance. I'm gonna get Scott", I stated. His head snapped up so quickly that I wouldn't be shocked if he had whiplash.
"You wouldn't", he said in disbelief.
Trying to get the point across, I opened my mouth and started to scream, "Scott!"
Gordon scrambled to clamp his hands over my mouth. "Shhhh! What are you doing? Are you crazy?", he hissed.
Slapping his hands away, I said, "If you don't tell me what's wrong, I'm going to get Scott."
For a second he simply sat there, weighing his options. Finally, he slumped back against his bed and glared at me, saying, "Fine, you win."
"I had a nightmare", he whispered so quietly that at first, I didn't hear him.
"Oh", I said, slightly shocked. I don't know what I was expecting him to say but it sure wasn't that.
"Well", I started. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"I'm not three John, I'm fine. I don't need your help anyways", he spat, suddenly standing up and sitting on the edge of his bed. He sighed, rubbing his eyes. He looked exhausted and irritated.
"I'm sorry John, I'm just not in a good mood", he said burying his head in his hands.
Deciding that he needed to simmer for a little while, I stood up from the floor and said, "It's alright Gordon, I understand. I'll leave you be. Night."
He muttered softly, "Night", before turning away from me and laying down on his side. As I left his room, I turned out his light and shut the door quietly. That was just plain weird, I decided as I walked back to my room. Gordon was rarely moody or temperamental.
Once I got back into my room, I flopped on my bed, though I was too wired to sleep. I tossed and turned for the longest time. I kept thinking about Gordon. That look on his face when he saw me. What was he so scared of? It was like he was hiding something. And what was his nightmare about? These thoughts continued to run through my head until I finally blocked them out, instead thinking of what it would be like when I finally got back on five. Though, right as I started to drift off, one thought kept repeating in my head. Why was he so shaken up?
