Once, there was an engine. He was big, he was best, he pulled the express-but deep down he felt lonely. Of course, he hid it deep down under a facade of rudeness, pompousness, and bravado. He played tricks on smaller engines with James to mask it. He yelled insults and profanity at engines he passed to hide it. He sped down the lines to forget it. Nobody ever suspected he was lonely, except maybe Henry.
One day, Gordon had to take some building material from Brendam docks up to Arlesburgh, where the portal of the new Isle of Man-Sodor tunnel was to be. "O, the indignity," he said as he coupled up to the goods train. On his way back, he saw an Engine. She was vivacious, with a Prussian Blue coat, a wheel configuration much like his, and the most beautiful voice and accent he's ever heard. It had some London in it, a wee bit of West Country, and just enough American. Gordon no longer complained about carrying Cargo to the docks just because it meant he could see her.
On his 5th run, he was stopped at a signal. She was parked next to him in a siding, so he started a conversation
"Hi," he said nervously "I'm Gordon"
"I'm Belle" she answered, "I've heard all about you. Is it true that you are the fastest engine on the Island?"
"Why yes" Gordon answered, slightly less nervous now "I am. Sir Nigel Gresley saw to that when he built me."
"I was designed by William Stanier," Belle said, "but I hope that won't get in the way of our Friendship"
"Of course it won't" Gordon responded, "We can't afford to cling onto those rivalries, with so few of us left around. And besides, not all Gresleys are great"
"What do you mean?" inquired Belle
"I'm referring to my cousin Spencer" Gordon responded "He's stuck up, foolish, and always causes mayhem"
"Well, that's a shame" she said "at least you're pretty nice"
Gordon became redder than James, when conveniently the signal changed color
"Well, I must go now, goodbye Belle!"
That night, Gordon was the talk of the sheds.
"He's in love, is it with Emily" snickered James
"I'm essentially his grandmother" answered Emily (Stirling Singles-Ivatt Atlantics-Gresley Pacifics)
"Of course not" said Henry "Fat Gordon can only fall in love with another fat Engine"
"But who?" Thomas asked
"I wouldn't know" answered Henry.
Gordon, thankfully, was in Vicarstown.
The next day, the Fat Controller had Gordon and Belle work together on the new Arlesburgh station. As the largest tank engine, she was fit to work there. Gordon was with Rocky, who was laying pantograph lines and other large objects, and Murdoch pulled supplies in from Brendam Docks. Henry also came in the morning with a large train from the mainland.
As Gordon and Belle worked, they became closer, and Rocky and Murdoch's lives became more awkward.
"So," said Belle, in a very sultry voice, "what do you like to do with your time?"
"Pull coaches, impress people, and mostly be with you" answered Gordon, trying his best to speak coherently
Around 6pm, their work was done. Belle went out, turned around, and rolled straight up to Gorodn's buffers, before consuming him in a passionate kiss. Then, he began to move her.
"I'm going to show you my favorite part of the Island" he said.
Belle, having occupied herself with ogling Gordon, lost all track of where she was. Eventually, Gordon stopped. She looked around and saw the ruins of the real old Great Waterton.
"The track here is derelict, and was poorly-laid to begin with. The one Thomas "found" was actually an elaborate ploy for his birthday. Don't tell him, but that one was made by a holoprojector we got off a weird wreck"
"It's beautiful" exclaimed Belle, before almost going off the tracks "and dangerous as fuck"
"I know" said Gordon. "I never told anyone because Thomas will inevitably get the credit when everyone believes the birthday reel wasn't a sham."
The two engines returned home