Let's see...all characters belong to Gerry Anderson/Carlton...yada yada yada...
Okay...this story was a response to a fanfic contest I posted up on the forum me and my friend pepsemaxe own: http://virgiltracy. isn't really a serious ficcy for me...mostly it was just a small challenge to see if I could actually concentrate on starting and finishing a fanfic.
ANYTIME
The Thunderbirds were in England, trying to save some hostages that had been taken to a deserted old house in the middle of the countryside. Scott and Virgil had landed their birds near the scene and were now going through the dark house, looking for any sign of the hostages or the kidnappers.
Scott sneaked through the dark house, gun in front of him, ready to use if necessary. He whispered into his communicator. "Virgil, how are you doing?" he asked.
Virgil's voice came from the watch. "I've not found the hostages yet, Scott," he said. "I've not heard any sound of them or the kidnappers."
"FAB," Scott replied. "Keep your eyes open."
"FAB, over and out," came Virgil's reply.
Five minutes later, Scott jumped in shock as a shot echoed through the corridor from the distance. "Virgil!" Scott shouted. "Virgil, come in!" No sound from his communicator. "Virgil!"
Scott ran through the corridors towards where he had heard the shot. Virgil lay on the floor in a puddle of blood. Nobody else was around. He ran over and knelt down next to his brother, putting his head in his lap. "Virgil..." Scott said, shaking him a little. "Virgil, answer me!"
He pulled his communicator towards his face. "Emergency!" he shouted. "Dad, get the medical equipment in here fast! We need to get Virgil to a hospital!"
"S...Scott..." Virgil's voice came in rasped breath. "S...Scott...can't...can't breathe..."
"Shhh, Virgil," Scott said, trying to calm his brother but feeling so scared. "Don't worry, dad's on his way. We'll get you help. Hold on." He located the bullet wound and pressed his hand on it, applying pressure to try and stop the blood. There was so much of it.
Virgil shook his head slowly. "Can't..." he whispered. He looked up at his brother, his eyes slowly closing. "S...sorry." As he said that, his eyes closed fully and his head fell to one side.
"Virgil! Virgil!" Scott shouted, shaking his brother. He trembled and put his hand on Virgil's neck. He couldn't find a pulse. "Virgil no!" Lying Virgil down on the floor, he started CPR. "Come on, come on, please, please Virgil." He whispered as he administered CPR, his hands shaking.
Scott awoke in his bed with a gasp. He rubbed his forehead. He was sweating like mad. "Virgil," he whispered. He quickly got up and ran down to the sickbay, slamming the doors open.
Virgil looked up from his bed in the sickbay. He smiled slightly. "Thought I could get some rest here," he said, teasingly. A bandage wrapped around his bare torso.
Scott smiled sheepishly. "Sorry," he said. "Guess I got a little carried away."
"You're sweating," Virgil said. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing, little brother," Scott answered. "It doesn't matter now. We'd best get back to sleep." He turned away to walk out.
"Scott?" Virgil said.
"Yeah, little bro?"
"Thanks for saving my life," Virgil answered.
Scott smiled slightly. "Anytime."