I'm watching THE UNINVITED and this idea came to me. Set TAG but I'll include TOS references.
Disclaimer: The chances of me owning Thunderbirds are the same as the chances of the Hood winning. NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN!
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I'm Going Down.
Virgil's P.O.V.
The rescue in Austria had been horrible. I've always hated mudslides and I know Scott's no fan either. With Gordon and Alan exhausted from the week before, Kayo volunteered to go as Thunderbird Two needed double crew. The three of us waded through the thick, gelatinous mud pulling people from its suffocating embrace.
The viscous substance almost took Kayos life when a building that used to be a nursery collapsed. A girl of 15 called Anna, who had been there picking up her younger brother when the mudslide hit, had pulled Kayo from the rushing torrent. She was unbelievably brave.
We finished up coated from head to toe and feeling drained. Mud just had that effect. Every muscle felt sore, stiff and weak and my mind was mentally strained. It's just what happens. I haven't even mentioned how cold and wet I was. The mud had chilled me to the bone.
I watched Thunderbird One take off as Kayo strode up to me before I ask her, "Am I being paranoid or does something feel wrong?"
She nodded, "Something definitely feels wrong."
The Hood had escaped the GDF prison almost five months ago and we'd been on high alert ever since. Knowing he was out there was scary enough but knowing he was ready to kill us for info was worse.
We loaded the equipment into the pod, thanked Anna once again and prepared for take-off. I loved flying Two. I loved the way she flew and the comfort that came from being in control. It was the same for Scott in One but Scott loved the speed, agility and power whereas I love the steadiness and reliability. If there is one think that links us Tracy's (and adopted Tracy's (Kayo)) it was our love of flying. Even Gordon enjoyed it.
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Hood's P.O.V. (At the mudslide)
Life is good. I am finally going to win. The Tracy's will pay for everything they've done. My plan is flawless. I will kill one of the team. This will send the organisation into complete disarray. In the grief filled chaos I will take over and with this tech I will be unstoppable. The problem is who to kill. It has to be one of the Tracy's. My niece Kayo and the engineer Brains are family but they don't have the blood bond and haven't grown up together. Even I am not crazy enough to try and cross their Grandma, I wouldn't succeed and the boys would destroy me, Kayo probably helping them. I am actually surprised Jeff's death didn't rip the organisation into pieces and though my current plan is based on that one I will take down the organisation. Even if it means I have to take down one of the crafts as well. So who to kill?
Scott- The leader, the oldest brother, the military man, the USAF pilot, the hero, the one in control, pushing to the limits to save everyone on the planet andto keep his family safe in the chaos. The one keeping the family and I.R. going in the wake of Jeff's death.
John- The Coms, the listening ear, the brotherly adviser for older and younger alike, the stargazer, the spaceman, the techy, the calm one, the eyes and ears, the ideas, the confident one, the Voice of I.R.
Virgil- The medic, the mechanic, the artist, the musician, the transport, the voice of reason, the one keeping Scott on the rails, the one who sees detail, who notices danger and risk at rescue zones. He sees the building isn't structurally sound first and ultimately prevents the most loss of life.
Gordon- The fish, the swimmer, the joker, the impulsive one, the prankster, the fighter (he lost the use of his legs but fought and got them back), the W.A.S.P. boy, the aquanaut, the constantly hopeful one, the double crew, constantly ready to go.
Alan- The youngest one, the inexperienced one, the astronaut, the family heart, the protected one, the happy one, the annoying one, the ingenious one, the surprising one that would come out with ideas that seemed ridiculous but almost always worked.
I stare up at the massive crafts in what could be awe.
From the cliff I watch Thunderbird One take off. In seconds the craft is only a spot on the horizon and I can't help but think about how beautiful it looks. With the sun rising and the skies tinged pink, clouds golden and Thunderbird One in the distance. I curse myself for such a weak thought. Thunderbird Two is much slower but just as majestic. I can't help but admire the way the Tracy brat flies the craft. I curse at that thought as well.
I know lots about the Tracy's. I know they had two new engines for their private planes. I know their satellite can be blown from the sky. I know they are flying home now. I know tomorrow they will be in mourning.
Once the 'birds are gone I go back to my ship. Causing a mudslide to attract I.R. was inspired. One of my henchmen, Skintweasel, came up with the location so I could see the crafts and watch the heroes in action. My work is done.
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Grandma's P.O.V.
I stood by my son's desk thinking about what he gave to the world. Thinking about his dream, the one my grandsons are continuing. Alan was flying Tracy Two around on a test run after the new engine was fitted. Gordon was flying Tracy One around for the same reasons. John was up in the space station watching the world. Scott, Virgil and Kayo were flying back from a mudslide in the Alps.
I never wanted to imagine I would have to hear the words that suddenly came through the coms, "Mayday! Mayday! I'm Going Down!"