Disclaimer: As much as I wish I owned Thunderbirds, I don't.
Notes: This is my first public fic so go easy on the bashing. Also, this is taking place in the 2060's, but I've changed John and Virgil's ages. John is 24 and Virgil is 25. John just seems to make a better mis-understood middle child than Virgil does. Also, anything inbetween apostrophes ' ' are thoughts and are supposed to be italicised. (And please forgive the spelling on those). Well... On with the story...
Christmas Conspiracy
It was another beautiful day on Tracy Island. Scott, the early riser, was sitting on the couch in the lounge reading the morning paper when his father and brothers started coming down for breakfast. He took the paper with him as he joined everyone at the table to discuss the plans for the day.
"Virgil and I are going to be in Thunderbird 2's hangar working on the launch ramp for Thunderbird 4. For some reason it's been jerky the last couple of times out," Gordon said while pouring himself a bowl of Frosted Flakes.
"I'll be with Brains working on rewiring Thunderbird 3," Alan said, taking some fruit off the plate Grandma had put together for breakfast.
Jeff looked at Scott. "Any plans?"
"Not really."
"Good. You can clean up the game room. You guys left quite a mess down there with that little food fight you had. Then you can help Grandma in the kitchen until Tin-Tin returns."
"He most certainly will not!" Grandma exclaimed as she walked into the dinning room with a tray full of pancakes, bacon, and eggs. "I will not have that rascal getting into my cooking before it's even done. I'm sure Mr. Kyrano wouldn't mind helping me."
Everyone chuckled then dug in. For the next few minutes the only things that could be heard were the munching of Gordon's Frosted Flakes, silverware against plates, and the occasional groan from Alan as he wrestled with a grapefruit.
"Well, I'm off for a jog. Anyone want come along?" Scott asked, getting up from the table. Everyone shook their head, too stuffed to do anything at that point. Scott just shrugged and left them, heading for the beach.
'We sure are lucky to live in such a beautiful place on such a beautiful island,' he thought as he started his jog. Just then a spot of bright yellow caught his eye further down the beach.
"What the...?" he said as he began running towards it. When he got there he was shocked to see what looked like the remains of an inflatable life raft.
"Father," Scott said into his watch communicator.
"Go ahead, Scott," Jeff said as the picture of Scott changed into a live feed.
"I've found something on the beach. It looks like the remains of a lifeboat. It's badly shredded. I haven't... Wait a second. There's something a little farther down. It's a person!" There was a brief pause, then, "She seems to be alive, but in need of some medical attention. Can you send someone out here to help me bring her back?"
"Sure thing Scott. Virgil will be there with a stretcher shortly," Jeff replied.
"FAB, father."
Jeff radioed the news to Virgil in Thunderbird 2's hangar. Virgil ran and got an emergency stretcher and hurried to the beach. When he arrived he saw Scott carefully pulling the young woman away from the water. After a couple of minutes of careful work, they were able to load the girl up onto the stretcher. As swiftly as possible they headed back for the house, careful not to jar the woman too much so as not to cause any unnecessary injuries on top of what she already may have had. When they got to the med room, they carefully unloaded the girl onto a bed and waited as Brains did a quick check on her.
"What's the verdict Brains?" Jeff asked as Gordon bandaged up a cut on the young woman's head.
"W-w-w-well the cut on her head doesn't need any, er, stitches, but she does look like she hasn't eaten in days."
There was silence for a few minutes as Scott and Alan went through the pockets of the woman's coat and the bag she was clutching to when Scott found her. The silence was suddenly broken by a computer voice asking for verification. Puzzled, Alan dug to the bottom of the bag and found a well-hidden compartment containing a small metal box. Pulling it out, everyone just stared at it in amazement.
"I wonder what this is for," Alan said, turning the box over curiously.
"L-L-Let me see that Alan," Brains said, holding out his hand. Alan handed it over and Brains began studying it right away. After a few moments of intense concentration and the scratching of his head, Brains announced that, though it would take a couple of hours, he could definitely crack the seemingly impossible to open box.
"Why so long Brains?" Scott asked curiously.
"Well there are a lot of, er, locks and c-c-c-combinations for each of them. Not to mention the exact s-s-s-sequence they need to go in. If I can bypass the key and voice codes the rest will be, er, very easy," Brains finished quietly as he went back to studying the box again.
"Can't you just use a laser and cut it or just pry it open?" Alan asked somewhat impatiently.
"N-n-no Alan. This is a work of art. Besides that, if you haven't, er, noticed, there are no seams to work with," Brains smiled slightly at Alan's sigh and left for the lab to start work on this modern marvel.
"Did you find anything else?" Jeff asked the two boys as they began cleaning up the mess they had made with the clothes and personal items in the bag and coat pockets.
"I found three different IDs in her wallet. All of the information seems to be the same except her name," Scott said handing over the IDs to his father.
"Interesting... Did you find something Virgil?" Jeff asked as Virgil leaned over the girl. He reached just under her shirt collar and pulled out a set of dog tags.
"These say she's Oriana Gant."
"Hmm... Looks like we've got some work cut out for us. I'd like you boys to rotate posts every couple of hours and update me on any changes. In the meantime, I'll try and find out who Miss Gant really is and what she's doing out here," Jeff said as he was leaving the room.
"Shall we draw straws to see who takes up the first watch?" Scott asked after a couple of minutes of silence.
"I think I should be going. Brains might need some help with that box since Tin-Tin's still on the mainland," Alan said as he slowly back towards the door.
"Uh, yeah, Virg and I still need to work on that ramp," Gordon said following Alan, but not before giving Virgil an elbow to the ribs.
"Good luck!" Was all Virgil said before he took off after his brothers.
Scott looked at the door his younger siblings had disappeared through and shook his head. 'I wonder what those guys are up to,' he thought pulling up a chair and sitting next to the bed. 'Well... Guess I'd better be prepared for a long couple of hours.' He looked at the woman and shook his head. 'Poor thing. I hope she can pull out of this.'
Notes: This is my first public fic so go easy on the bashing. Also, this is taking place in the 2060's, but I've changed John and Virgil's ages. John is 24 and Virgil is 25. John just seems to make a better mis-understood middle child than Virgil does. Also, anything inbetween apostrophes ' ' are thoughts and are supposed to be italicised. (And please forgive the spelling on those). Well... On with the story...
Christmas Conspiracy
It was another beautiful day on Tracy Island. Scott, the early riser, was sitting on the couch in the lounge reading the morning paper when his father and brothers started coming down for breakfast. He took the paper with him as he joined everyone at the table to discuss the plans for the day.
"Virgil and I are going to be in Thunderbird 2's hangar working on the launch ramp for Thunderbird 4. For some reason it's been jerky the last couple of times out," Gordon said while pouring himself a bowl of Frosted Flakes.
"I'll be with Brains working on rewiring Thunderbird 3," Alan said, taking some fruit off the plate Grandma had put together for breakfast.
Jeff looked at Scott. "Any plans?"
"Not really."
"Good. You can clean up the game room. You guys left quite a mess down there with that little food fight you had. Then you can help Grandma in the kitchen until Tin-Tin returns."
"He most certainly will not!" Grandma exclaimed as she walked into the dinning room with a tray full of pancakes, bacon, and eggs. "I will not have that rascal getting into my cooking before it's even done. I'm sure Mr. Kyrano wouldn't mind helping me."
Everyone chuckled then dug in. For the next few minutes the only things that could be heard were the munching of Gordon's Frosted Flakes, silverware against plates, and the occasional groan from Alan as he wrestled with a grapefruit.
"Well, I'm off for a jog. Anyone want come along?" Scott asked, getting up from the table. Everyone shook their head, too stuffed to do anything at that point. Scott just shrugged and left them, heading for the beach.
'We sure are lucky to live in such a beautiful place on such a beautiful island,' he thought as he started his jog. Just then a spot of bright yellow caught his eye further down the beach.
"What the...?" he said as he began running towards it. When he got there he was shocked to see what looked like the remains of an inflatable life raft.
"Father," Scott said into his watch communicator.
"Go ahead, Scott," Jeff said as the picture of Scott changed into a live feed.
"I've found something on the beach. It looks like the remains of a lifeboat. It's badly shredded. I haven't... Wait a second. There's something a little farther down. It's a person!" There was a brief pause, then, "She seems to be alive, but in need of some medical attention. Can you send someone out here to help me bring her back?"
"Sure thing Scott. Virgil will be there with a stretcher shortly," Jeff replied.
"FAB, father."
Jeff radioed the news to Virgil in Thunderbird 2's hangar. Virgil ran and got an emergency stretcher and hurried to the beach. When he arrived he saw Scott carefully pulling the young woman away from the water. After a couple of minutes of careful work, they were able to load the girl up onto the stretcher. As swiftly as possible they headed back for the house, careful not to jar the woman too much so as not to cause any unnecessary injuries on top of what she already may have had. When they got to the med room, they carefully unloaded the girl onto a bed and waited as Brains did a quick check on her.
"What's the verdict Brains?" Jeff asked as Gordon bandaged up a cut on the young woman's head.
"W-w-w-well the cut on her head doesn't need any, er, stitches, but she does look like she hasn't eaten in days."
There was silence for a few minutes as Scott and Alan went through the pockets of the woman's coat and the bag she was clutching to when Scott found her. The silence was suddenly broken by a computer voice asking for verification. Puzzled, Alan dug to the bottom of the bag and found a well-hidden compartment containing a small metal box. Pulling it out, everyone just stared at it in amazement.
"I wonder what this is for," Alan said, turning the box over curiously.
"L-L-Let me see that Alan," Brains said, holding out his hand. Alan handed it over and Brains began studying it right away. After a few moments of intense concentration and the scratching of his head, Brains announced that, though it would take a couple of hours, he could definitely crack the seemingly impossible to open box.
"Why so long Brains?" Scott asked curiously.
"Well there are a lot of, er, locks and c-c-c-combinations for each of them. Not to mention the exact s-s-s-sequence they need to go in. If I can bypass the key and voice codes the rest will be, er, very easy," Brains finished quietly as he went back to studying the box again.
"Can't you just use a laser and cut it or just pry it open?" Alan asked somewhat impatiently.
"N-n-no Alan. This is a work of art. Besides that, if you haven't, er, noticed, there are no seams to work with," Brains smiled slightly at Alan's sigh and left for the lab to start work on this modern marvel.
"Did you find anything else?" Jeff asked the two boys as they began cleaning up the mess they had made with the clothes and personal items in the bag and coat pockets.
"I found three different IDs in her wallet. All of the information seems to be the same except her name," Scott said handing over the IDs to his father.
"Interesting... Did you find something Virgil?" Jeff asked as Virgil leaned over the girl. He reached just under her shirt collar and pulled out a set of dog tags.
"These say she's Oriana Gant."
"Hmm... Looks like we've got some work cut out for us. I'd like you boys to rotate posts every couple of hours and update me on any changes. In the meantime, I'll try and find out who Miss Gant really is and what she's doing out here," Jeff said as he was leaving the room.
"Shall we draw straws to see who takes up the first watch?" Scott asked after a couple of minutes of silence.
"I think I should be going. Brains might need some help with that box since Tin-Tin's still on the mainland," Alan said as he slowly back towards the door.
"Uh, yeah, Virg and I still need to work on that ramp," Gordon said following Alan, but not before giving Virgil an elbow to the ribs.
"Good luck!" Was all Virgil said before he took off after his brothers.
Scott looked at the door his younger siblings had disappeared through and shook his head. 'I wonder what those guys are up to,' he thought pulling up a chair and sitting next to the bed. 'Well... Guess I'd better be prepared for a long couple of hours.' He looked at the woman and shook his head. 'Poor thing. I hope she can pull out of this.'