"Don't Let This Crash Break You."
Gordon Tracy is breaking down. He simply cannot deal with his injuries from the hydrofoil crash. His brother Alan hates seeing Gordon so vulnerable, and wants nothing more than to bring his brother back to who he was before this terrible accident.
I do not own the Thunderbirds. I am making no profit from this story.
Chapter 1
Warm tears ran down my face, this is the only realisation I have that I am alive. A sudden piercing buzz pounds through my head, causing my heart to pulse loudly. An overwhelming burst of heat engulfs my body. The weight that seems to be forcing my eyelids shut is unbearable, as all I want to do at this current moment is escape this never ending patch of darkness before me. The tears are making my eyes itchy and I instruct my hands to wipe them away. However, they don't seem to respond. I want to call out and ask for help, but my mouth refuses to open. That piercing buzz becomes louder and I want to cover my ears to ease that terrible noise, but I cannot. My heart starts to pulse rapidly, and the rise of heat strangling my body makes me realise that I must be burning to death. I cannot escape this hell of burning. My body doesn't move anymore, and I can't breathe. Is this what dying feels like?
"Gordon, calm down." That voice seems to echo around my pounding head, and the voice seems to bring me back from the depths of the darkness. "Gordon. Are you really awake? Or is this a dream." As my vision begins to clear and the tears start to dry a face appears before me, and I'm greeted by my gleaming younger brother.
"A..la..n" I choke out wincing at how painfully dry my throat is.
"Welcome back bro." Alan smiles. "You'll never guess what you've done to Dad. I mean the amount of grey hairs you've given him over the past two months is ridiculous." He chuckles.
I pause thinking about what Alan has said. "Two m..m…" I wheeze
"Months?" Alan asks lifting an eyebrow. I attempt a nod as talking seems far to painful at the moment. "Yes Gordo. You've been out of it for two months. You've even missed your birthday. You know It's been so weird having to live without your pranks, Scott starting to get used to it though. Which means, that we must pull the ultimate prank in celebration of your return!" Alan smiles wickedly.
A warm feeling around my heart shows a sense of pride towards my younger brother. Even though that cunning smile of his feels me with worry, about this prank he has planned for Scott. However, It's nice to see Alan again. He looks different, more grown up. Which in a way doesn't suit his childlike personality.
I decide that I want to sit up in this uncomfortable bed. Perhaps once I start moving around I will start to feel my limbs again. I begin to slowly sit up, but Alan firmly grasps onto my shoulders pushing me back down.
"I..want..up" I tremble fighting back the tears that were beginning to brew.
"You can't Gordon, it's too soon." Alan replies.
"Why?" I ask finding my voice, now that anger seems to be taking over my body.
"You've only just woken up." Alan says as he grips tightly around my shoulders.
"So, I've just had a two month long rest. I'm sure I'll be alright by now." I push myself against Alan's grasp, but only managing little success I slam my head back down on the pillow.
"Gordon, Stop!" Alan shouts as tears begin to pour down his cheeks.
"Why are you being like this. Just let me try!" I shout back trying to ignore this pounding headache and this painful thumping going on in my chest.
"I can't." Alan sobs
"Why are you giving me that look?" I ask. Finding it difficult to breath now that my breaths have become shorter.
"What look?"
"That look... when you... hide... something."
"No I'm not!"
"What..is wrong with…. me, Alan ?" I plead, trembling for an answer.
Suddenly, a loud burst of a door thunders through my ears and Alan looks towards the direction of the noise. "Scott. He won't listen to me!" Alan yells realising his grasp from my shoulders to cover his sobbing cries with his hands. I stop, and I feel my heart drop to the pit of my stomach.
"It's okay sprout." Scott reassures. I dart my eyes around in hope that I can see my older brother, but all I can see is this ridiculously bright ceiling light. "Hey, why don't you go and get some fresh air, until Dad gets here." Scott continues. I then hear the sound of a door creaking shut, and then after faint beeping sounds from hospital machines.
"Scott..?" I mumble.
"Yes, I'm here." Scott replies, leaning over my bedside where I can now see him clearly. As I look at my brother I can see the frustration in his eyes and I begin to feel the tears pour down the sides of my face again.
"I'm sorry." I cry. Scott smiles. "I'm just... really…"
"Scared" Scott says gripping tightly around my hand.
"Yes." I agree.
"Me too. And if you want to take your anger out on anyone, do it to me. Not Alan." I nod my head and Scott wipes away my tears away using his thumb.
"Scott?" I ask and Scott raises an eyebrow. "I can't feel my legs."
"Well Gords. I'm pleased to confirm that both of your legs are still present. I can assure you that they haven't been amputated. But remember you've only just woken up. It should take time for feelings to come back. So stop worrying yourself."
"What happened to me ?" I ask as I cannot seem to process any memory of an event that could cause these injuries.
"Well." Scott coughed clearing his throat. "About two months ago you'd been asked to test a brand new hydrofoil boat. And as you were bringing the boat to its top speed the engine blew, causing the boat to loose control and crash into some large boulders. The boat sunk to the bottom of the ocean. You managed to escape, but… you nearly drowned."
"Oh" I say as I watch Scott gaze towards the ground. "I'm sorry" I continue. Scott looks back at me. "Don't be sorry Gordon. It wasn't your fault."
As the conversation between us dies down, Scott's mobile phone begins to ring. He lets go of his grasp around my hand and dives for his phone located in his trouser pocket.
"Hello?" he says answering the call. Pause. "Yes Father, Gordon's awake." Pause. "Sure you can speak to him." Scott places the phone over my ear. "It's Dad, Gords."
"Dad ?" I ask listening to the phone.
"Gordon!" Dad shouts. "I can't believe you're awake. How are you feeling ?"
"Tired." I groan as a sudden feeling of exhaustion overwhelms me.
"Well, I'm not surprised son. I'm really sorry I can't be with you. I was just on my way to the hospital when I received a call about an urgent IR meeting. And..."
"It's alright Dad." I mumble "I've got Scott here."
"I know." Dad replies "Oh, Gordon. Hiram and I have just finished the plans for the international submarine. When I come and see you later I'll show them to you."
"Really." I smile "Can't wait."
"I'll talk to you soon son. I love you."
"Love you to, Dad." As the call ends Scott removes the phone and places it back into his pocket. I gradually begin to shut my eyes as this tiredness suddenly takes over.
"Have some rest Gordon, you've done well today." Scott mumbles.
The End of Chapter 1.
I hope you enjoy this story. I'm planning this story to be about Gordon dealing with his injures after the hydrofoil accident. It's also about how the Tracy family deals and supports Gordon through his recovery. Let me know what you think about it.