Is it too late to wish everyone a Happy New Year? Yes? No? Ah, well. First fic of 2019. Loosely based on the stinking cold I've had for the last few weeks. I might continue this, one day. Maybe the next time I get sick?
Hope you guys enjoy!
DISCLAIMER!: I don't own Thunderbirds Are Go! This is just a series meant for entertainment.
Cough.
Sniffle.
Huff. Wheeze.
"Gordon. Shut up. 'm trying to sleep." Virgil groaned. He rolled over in his bunk, pillow covering his ears as his brother sniffled.
This was the last time he slept in Two's bunks with Gordon. He should have been- or rather, would have been- asleep an hour ago. If his brothers sneezes and sniffles hadn't snapped him awake every time he dozed off.
Another sniffle.
"Would help if I could breathe." Gordon rasped, coughing as he tried to clear his sore throat.
"Stop talking." Scott grumbled from the bunk above him. "Jeez, this is bedtime. Not chat time."
Gordon practically folded in half as he sneezed, ignoring the irritated noises of his brothers as covers flew everywhere.
"Yeah, well next time you can pull the dumbass outta the frozen river." He snapped. "'m sick of getting sick."
"And we're sick of hearing it."
"Shut uuuuup." Virgil groaned exasperatedly, fingers curling into his pillow. The temptation to throw the stuffed implement at his younger brother was borderline overwhelming.
"But I'm siiiiick." Gordon answered, mimicking his brothers tone. He yelped as something thumped against his head in the dark, scrambling upright and glaring at his elder brother.
Virgil's head rested on his arm as he lay on his stomach, eyes closed and grinning. Gordon scowled.
"Asshole."
"Don't be mean to your brother, Gordon." Scott sighed, sounding just about done with their antics.
"But he threw-"
"I don't care." Scott interrupted. The bunk shifted slightly as he turned. "Sleep. Now."
Quiet. Sweet, peaceful quiet. The gentle hum of Two around them was comforting. Small lights making pin-prick marks in the dark, blinking slowly. Sleep beckoned them, dreamless slumber from a long day-
And then the most dramatic, obnoxious snort he had ever heard.
"Oh my god, Gordon! Shut the fuck up!" Scott burst. He leant over their bunk, glaring at the younger. "I'm trying to sleep!"
"Alright! Jeez." Gordon huffed. Scott glared at him for a few more seconds, before pulling himself back up onto his bunk.
More silence. A shuffle of fabric. A dim glow, making the shadows shift. Scott sighed.
"Off your phone."
"Fight me." Came the grumpy reply.
Heavy feet on metal floors. The sounds of a commotion from below. More footfalls, back to the bunk opposite. Virgil stuffed his brothers phone under his reclaimed pillow.
"I hope you get sick." Gordon hissed with a sniffle.
"Sleep." Scott warned.
More silence. Hopefully lasting longer than before. Scott silently pleaded to no one. He just wanted to sleep! What did he do to deserve such torment?
"Tell me a bedtime story."
Scott tsked under his breath, fully ready to throttle his brother with his bedcovers when Virgil spoke up.
"Once upon a time, there was a Thunderbird." His voice was deadpan, tired. "That Thunderbird was so ugly that everyone died. The end."
Cough.
"That was a terrible story."
"Go the fuck to sleep, Gords."
"Was that a dig at me? I feel like that was a dig at me."
"I'll tell you in the morning."
"Technically, it is morning."
Scott gave an annoyed grumble, twisting and clambering down from his bunk. Covers wrapped around him And pillow under his arm, he shuffled to the doorway.
"'m sleeping in the cockpit." He told them, pausing for a moment. Virgil sighed defeatedly, following suit and padding barefoot down the corridor.
"You're not sleeping in my spot."
