More Than Angels Watching
By Sharron Ibbitson
Rating: never really got the hang of these American ratings so we'll go with PG-13
Disclaimer: none of the recognisable characters belong to me, they all belong to Gerry Anderson and Carlton, mean people that they are they won't give me possession of Scott and TB1!
This story refers to the events of 'A Child's Faith' and 'You're Gone', but can be read as a standalone, without difficulty!
Thank you once again for all of the review for faith, whether good or bad I appreciate the time that you all took to tell me your views.
Anyway here it goes, please review again!
More Than Angels Watching
The lone girl sobbed as she sat alone, her boyfriend had just broken up with her, she had loved him deeply. They had broken up a week ago but the pain wasn't lessening any. He had been the only person she had ever loved, and what made it worse was she was sure that they would have ended up getting married, but he had split up with her for no good reason. It had all started when his father had called him away or a meeting a short while ago; he had come back and distanced himself away from her. She got to her feet and switched the radio on, intent on finding something to take her mind off things.
Everyone says it no big deal
Nothing a little more time won't heal
Sooner or later the way I feel will change
They've never hurt the way I do
Cos they've never had to get over you
They've never shared my point of view or pain.
I've either got to leave the past behind,
Or find a way to lose my mind
I'm ready for a change of any kind,
For better or worse I'll take whatever comes first
She chuckled slightly and shook her head at the irony, so much for taking her mind off things. She switched the radio off and went about making herself a sandwich, she knew she would have to move on and try to forget, just not yet.
The lone young man sat on the beach of his family's Island, away from his younger brothers. He was excited by a new project the family were starting, but his heart was breaking for the love he had left behind. He sighed to himself, he knew that he could never have both things in his life, the timing was just wrong. None of his family had even known of his relationship, so he couldn't even talk to them about what was eating him up inside, he spent every spare moment thinking about herm, her smile, her laugh and her gentle caress, yet he would never see or feel those things again, apart from in his memory. His reverie was interrupted by his father shouting him to join the family at the table. His grandma had suggested a barbeque to christen the new family home; even though he wasn't in the party spirit he plastered a smile on his face, and then went to it between his two closest brothers to eat. A song played quietly in the background and involuntarily caught his attention.
There's only so much a man can take,
Before his reality starts to break,
Especially holding an old heartache like you
Somebody's leaving I don't care who
There's not enough room in my mind for two.
It's finally come down to me or you
I've either got to leave the past behind
Or find myself a way to lose my mind
I'm ready for a change of any kind,
For better or worse I'll take whatever comes first.
I'll do anything or go anywhere,
Show me somewhere I'll go right there,
It's gotten to the point where I don't care, that single curse
I'll take whatever comes first.
He young man started laughing to himself, it was the first song he had heard and it had to be a song of heartbreak. His brother perched on eth bench next to him shot him a puzzled look, and he realised he had laughed out loud for apparently no reason, not being able to explain, he just shrugged his shoulders and turned back to his steak.
Three years later
Scott Tracy sighed as he relaxed by the pool; life was finally back on track for him. The year had been a tough one for the whole family, he had had a terrible accident whilst on a rescue, and it had resulted in months of recovery, his father almost closing down IR and Scott nearly having a breakdown. Now finally the whole family had got back into the swing of things and normality was back on the Island. He rubbed some more lotion into his tanned, toned arms and laid back once more soaking up the sun, one of the advantages of living on a tropical Island. His peace and quiet was interrupted by a bucket of water being launched over his head from his position stretched out in the sun. He leapt to his feet as the cold water ran down his back, and he turned to see the retreating form of his redhead brother.
"Why you little.." Scott muttered before giving chase. Gordon sprinted into the main house, straight past Virgil.
"If you see Scott, then you haven't seen me" he shouted to his older brother over his shoulder as he ran past. Seconds later Scott made his appearance. Virgil chuckled as his brother ran through the house with just his swim shorts on, and absolutely dripping wet from the waist up.
"Where is the little punk?" Scott asked Virgil, with a menacing look in his eye; Virgil laughed to himself, but as usual displayed his loyalty to Scott.
"He went that way, come on I'll help you" Virgil responded, putting the newspaper he had been reading down and jogging after his two brothers. Scott caught up with Gordon a mere few minutes later, his longer legs working to his advantage.
"Scott, hi. Now remember don't do anything you might regret" Gordon stammered, trying to reason with his older brother.
"Oh don't you worry I won't." he replied with a gleam in his eye. "Grab him Virg!" he commanded his brother, and Gordon found himself grabbed from behind, he screamed and struggled, but his fight was useless as Scott moved forward and trapped his flailing legs in his strong grip. Together the two older boys carried their brother back outside and threw him none too gently, fully clothes into the pool. Gordon spluttered and caught his breath swimming to the surface to the laughing figures of his older brothers.
"You gets" he muttered, pushing his dripping hair out of his face. "Virgil, I will get you for that" he told his brother, and Scott and Virgil simply laughed harder, not overly concerned by their brother's threat. Their laughter was soon interrupted by the emergency signal going off all across the Island. The three boys exchanged a glance, Scott reached out his hand to help hoist Gordon out of the pool, and together they walked back into the house.
"What's going on Dad?" Scott asked his father as soon as he made it into the lounge.
"John has just been on the radio, we have a call. A remote part of Australia, there's a fire on a ranch out there. The owner's family are trapped in a barn with twelve horses and no way out. The emergency service can't make it in time before the whole thing will burn down, get on your way Scott, john will give you the rest of the details as soon as you are air borne" his father told him. Scott nodded and made his way across to his chute. He had only been on about ten rescues since IR had been back in action and it still caused butterflies to gather in his stomach, he now felt as though the fear would never completely go. He sighed, he didn't regret convincing his father to put IR back in action, it was the right thing for all of them, he just wished that he could feel like he used to do, still he supposed it was one of those things that would get better with time. He was brought out of his reverie by his father's voice over the radio giving him permission to take off. He acknowledged then pushed the thrusters for launch.
That's for now, it is a deliberately slower start, but all will become clear in the next chapter!!
The song used is 'Whatever Come First' by Sons of the Desert it does not belong to me.
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