Disclaimer: I don't the Thunderbirds, International Rescue, or the Tracys.
A/N: Tissue warning as this is, in my opinion, sad yet I couldn't stop writing it once I started.
I'd Come for You
"You knew I'd come for you, didn't you?"
Ducking my head just a bit, I shrugged. "I s'pose so." I pulled a few blades of grass free and let them fall from my hand. "But I reckon that you didn't really come back this time."
"I'm here, aren't I?"
I shook my head sadly. "No, you're not. You're only the shadow of my brother…a dream of having you with me again. I know you're gone and that you sitting next to me is just my imagination. I can't let go because if I do, I won't even have this." I can't hold back the tears any longer and I, yet again, steal a glance at you. "Do you know that I talk to you every day? Do you know how much I miss you?" The tears fall faster and yet I don't care because I know you're not really here next to me. "You were the one who understood and accepted me for who I am."
"Our brothers understand and accept you, too."
I shook my head again. "No, they don't. I mean, they do but not like you did. You saw through my insecurities that I felt as a part of this family. You saw through the smile when I was falling apart inside. You understood that I often felt out of place as I was so different from everyone else."
"You are never out of place within our family. You, brother mine, are an intricate and much needed part of our family. Do you remember when we were kids and I stopped talking to most everyone?"
Thinking hard, I thought back to our childhood. "Not really. I kind of get the feeling that I followed you around everywhere for a while."
"You did and it was because of you that I managed to overcome most of my fears of losing someone I love. Just as you came for me, I've come for you. Nothing can or will keep me from coming for you or our brothers."
"Does that…Does that mean, I'm gone, too?" I looked around a bit afraid.
"I told you that when it was time I'd come for you. Mom promised the same thing to each of us."
"Mom? She's come for me, too?" Feeling a soft hand on my arm, I look to my left and gasped, "Mom?"
Smiling, she nodded, "Yes, my little fish, I've come for you."
"Don't go, Gordy, don't leave me."
"Tell him that you'll come for him when it's time, Gordon."
"I'll come…for you…Al…"
"Noooo!"
A final breath and I'm free but I'll never leave my brothers or dad. When it's their time, I'll come for them.