AN – I'm not too knowledged up on Thunderbirds and still confused by some differences of the movie for example the ages of the brothers. In the movie John is second oldest but I'm sure in the series he was the middle brother? So on that note, things maybe jumbled. I've gone by the movie mostly and as I have no clue about their individual personalities, there made up and go by what I thought the brothers were like in the film. I've also added Josephine too. It leaves me to say I own nothing, I'm just borrowing! Enjoy!
A tingle in his feet was the only thing that reminded John Tracy that he had arrived home to Tracy Island. His boots often felt tight with the differences in air pressure whether he was alone in his solitude in Thunderbird five or docking to Thunderbird three and smelling the unfamiliar smell of speed and heat.
John carefully unbuckled his safety belt and lifted the barrier that protected his slim frame. He stood up, slowly, each vertebra, loosening the cartilage that had been squashed together in the not so comfy chair he was sitting in. His blood felt weak in his feet as pins and needles resumed again in his non active toes.
"You okay Johnny?"
John looked over to his younger brother, his hair styled in a fashion statement of trendy spikes and bleach blonde highlights.
"Yeah, I'm cool." John replied in a low but soft voice. His eyes wandered to the doors opening around them and the engines shutting off.
John wiggled his toes in attempt to stop the annoying pins and needles.
"Home sweet home." Virgil replied with a light smile and then a heavy sigh as he climbed out.
John watched his brother who now was taller than him because of his hair and wondered whether to take the comment with sarcasm. It wasn't that life for the Tracy family was bliss because it just wasn't. There had been the arguments and the fights. All the time John watched in silence as possibly his elder brother Scott would end up arguing with the younger Tracy siblings. Maybe Virgil had been on the receiving end of one of his father's lectures, his mood hadn't been that spectacular throughout the journey home.
John wiggled his feet again and walked out of Thunderbird three where there was no sign of Virgil.
John took a look back to the open door of the ship and wondered if he might as well go straight back to the place that he started to call home. This was a thought that always struck him, but recently, he had questioned his dreams of space. Thunderbird five may have been peaceful but it was lonely. It may have been well suited to his nature, he did love the stars after all, but his books had been published and his eyes tired the lack of action and life in the beyond. Travelling into space was something; being shut away in space was another.
John swiftly stepped back to the ship and grabbed his bags before all too quickly closing the door to Thunderbird three and dashing out of the gloomy docking area the ship slept in when it wasn't needed.
"Son great to see you where's John?" The demanding voice of Jeff Tracy spoke with little emotion as he carried on with a small amount of paper work that sat at his desk, dressed in a relaxing, Hawaiian shirt, flip flops and combat trousers.
"He's just coming up I think." Virgil replied removing his gloves and nodding politely to his grandma who had been looking out of a large window anticipating the return of her white blonde grandson.
"Virgil darling, be a dear and walk me downstairs." Josephine asked her grandson.
John walked the steely corridors that lead up to the Tracy home. Walking down these corridors never got him excited that he was home because they looked too much like something from Thunderbird five; no in fact they looked better.
John watched a light glow from some sort of control panel. He hadn't realised he was staling himself until a door slid open in high-tec advancement.
"H- hello John, you okay?" Brains asked, noticing the distant look John wore on his face.
John turned to the stuttering voice of Brains and gave a lopsided smile. "I'm fine. I guess it just been a while, you know."
Brains looked over to the younger man and nodded in an understanding.
"Err, y-your g-grandma has prepared some f-food. Its f-for t-tonight, you k- know, a l-little p-pa - par, get together."
"That's good." John replied giving a small smile in his direction. "Take care of yourself Brains and its good to see you." With that, John planted a firmer grip on the straps of his bags and walked away as Brains disappeared.
The walk up to a main entrance wasn't that long and soon John found himself in a lift taking him upstairs.
The light that greeted him was something literally off another planet. No lights were needed to be able to just walk and a brilliant blue meet his vision as if challenging the colour of his own eyes, which at the moment had opened up to an azure blue after a couple of squints.
John had brought up a hand to his eyes while his other had a firm hold on his bags.
The newly, calming, creamy walls were like heaven to look at, as he noticed a few 'old' school photos of the Tracy boys that he hadn't seen in years, let alone months. John walked to the first that met his gaze. Randomly it was Gordon and Alan embracing in a not so friendly hug for the camera. John shook his head lightly in amusement at the smaller form of Alan trying to squeeze Gordon in a 'death hug' with no success, probably from a younger birthday, John suspected.
The next was one of Scott beaming his handsome smile while his cheeks were blushing as he held his date's hand for their junior prom. John had to admit they looked a cute couple and although Scott one night confided he was in love to John, John couldn't recall the name of the pretty girl and in reality, wondered whether Scott could too.
John looked at the next with no success as the light was reflecting off the glass. John reached to the window frame, finally dropping his bags and lowering the blinds a little.
"Well fancy seeing you here, just landed I take it?"
John turned in the other direction of the cool, feminine voice and in reality a breath of fresh air from muffled communications of distress messages and the all too male voices of his family.
"Lady Penelope." John greeted her with a small smile, studying the light pink blouse and three quarter length trousers, a matching piece of course. Her hair was in a clean pony tail and a beautiful expensive pair of earrings glimmered when caught in the sunlight.
In reality a complete contrast to himself who wore a creased space suite and who seriously needed a nice long bath.
"What? Is that all I get?" She asked with a mock pout and amusement, crossing her arms lightly and leaning onto the wall of pictures.
"Well what would you like?" John grinned, but still politely, the first one since landing.
"That depends, what to you have to offer?" Penelope replied moving closer. "I've missed you John."
"Really?" John asked with a smirked and a raised eye brow. "As much as you miss the others?"
"Well I see them once in a while, but I never ever see you. You always tuck yourself away on that dreadful space thingy." Penelope laughed mildly to herself at the comment but noticed John didn't join her.
"It's not my choice. It's my job."
"John, we all have choice, but we never have to be shackled down to things."
"Tell that to my father Pen. Maybe I wouldn't be shackled if Alan did his duty instead of pissing off with Tin Tin and..." John took a sigh after his rant that had started getting louder. It was the first time he realised he was getting angry out loud, usually it was in his head.
Penelope moved forward and 'shhed' John quietly and calmingly. He didn't even notice her arm on his own.
"They're in love..." She spoke bemused "...or maybe lust..." She quickly corrected herself. "... but the point is..." Penelope was cut off by John.
"No Penelope, that boy has to understand that the world doesn't revolve around two people."
"Doesn't it?" She replied. It was a question directed at him alone.
John stopped talking and saw the look she was giving him. Her eyes were at a stage before they would glaze with what he thought could be tears, but they didn't.
After no answer from John, who instead looked out of the blind, spreading his fingers through the folds to look out to the burning sun making way for the warm night. Penelope spoke again.
"Who does the world revolve around then John?"
John kept starring outside while he spoke. "International rescue and you know that." His voice wasn't harsh but Penelope sighed sadly as if he'd told her off.
"I meant it when I said I missed you." Penelope spoke adjusting the three buttons on her blouse and then taking her designer sunglasses from her head.
"I know." John spoke, this time turning to her, making a move to collect his bags.
Penelope stood and watched, expecting him to speak, but not another word uttered from his smooth lips.
"Sometimes I just don't understand you John Glenn Tracy." Penelope spoke as she walked passed him in the direction of what John assumed was to the rest of his family. Her attire had been that of a lazy afternoon by the pool and from looking through the blinds, he was confirmed by the stress-free pool party that was outside, hosted by Gordon and Virgil.
A tingle in his feet was the only thing that reminded John Tracy that he had arrived home to Tracy Island. His boots often felt tight with the differences in air pressure whether he was alone in his solitude in Thunderbird five or docking to Thunderbird three and smelling the unfamiliar smell of speed and heat.
John carefully unbuckled his safety belt and lifted the barrier that protected his slim frame. He stood up, slowly, each vertebra, loosening the cartilage that had been squashed together in the not so comfy chair he was sitting in. His blood felt weak in his feet as pins and needles resumed again in his non active toes.
"You okay Johnny?"
John looked over to his younger brother, his hair styled in a fashion statement of trendy spikes and bleach blonde highlights.
"Yeah, I'm cool." John replied in a low but soft voice. His eyes wandered to the doors opening around them and the engines shutting off.
John wiggled his toes in attempt to stop the annoying pins and needles.
"Home sweet home." Virgil replied with a light smile and then a heavy sigh as he climbed out.
John watched his brother who now was taller than him because of his hair and wondered whether to take the comment with sarcasm. It wasn't that life for the Tracy family was bliss because it just wasn't. There had been the arguments and the fights. All the time John watched in silence as possibly his elder brother Scott would end up arguing with the younger Tracy siblings. Maybe Virgil had been on the receiving end of one of his father's lectures, his mood hadn't been that spectacular throughout the journey home.
John wiggled his feet again and walked out of Thunderbird three where there was no sign of Virgil.
John took a look back to the open door of the ship and wondered if he might as well go straight back to the place that he started to call home. This was a thought that always struck him, but recently, he had questioned his dreams of space. Thunderbird five may have been peaceful but it was lonely. It may have been well suited to his nature, he did love the stars after all, but his books had been published and his eyes tired the lack of action and life in the beyond. Travelling into space was something; being shut away in space was another.
John swiftly stepped back to the ship and grabbed his bags before all too quickly closing the door to Thunderbird three and dashing out of the gloomy docking area the ship slept in when it wasn't needed.
"Son great to see you where's John?" The demanding voice of Jeff Tracy spoke with little emotion as he carried on with a small amount of paper work that sat at his desk, dressed in a relaxing, Hawaiian shirt, flip flops and combat trousers.
"He's just coming up I think." Virgil replied removing his gloves and nodding politely to his grandma who had been looking out of a large window anticipating the return of her white blonde grandson.
"Virgil darling, be a dear and walk me downstairs." Josephine asked her grandson.
John walked the steely corridors that lead up to the Tracy home. Walking down these corridors never got him excited that he was home because they looked too much like something from Thunderbird five; no in fact they looked better.
John watched a light glow from some sort of control panel. He hadn't realised he was staling himself until a door slid open in high-tec advancement.
"H- hello John, you okay?" Brains asked, noticing the distant look John wore on his face.
John turned to the stuttering voice of Brains and gave a lopsided smile. "I'm fine. I guess it just been a while, you know."
Brains looked over to the younger man and nodded in an understanding.
"Err, y-your g-grandma has prepared some f-food. Its f-for t-tonight, you k- know, a l-little p-pa - par, get together."
"That's good." John replied giving a small smile in his direction. "Take care of yourself Brains and its good to see you." With that, John planted a firmer grip on the straps of his bags and walked away as Brains disappeared.
The walk up to a main entrance wasn't that long and soon John found himself in a lift taking him upstairs.
The light that greeted him was something literally off another planet. No lights were needed to be able to just walk and a brilliant blue meet his vision as if challenging the colour of his own eyes, which at the moment had opened up to an azure blue after a couple of squints.
John had brought up a hand to his eyes while his other had a firm hold on his bags.
The newly, calming, creamy walls were like heaven to look at, as he noticed a few 'old' school photos of the Tracy boys that he hadn't seen in years, let alone months. John walked to the first that met his gaze. Randomly it was Gordon and Alan embracing in a not so friendly hug for the camera. John shook his head lightly in amusement at the smaller form of Alan trying to squeeze Gordon in a 'death hug' with no success, probably from a younger birthday, John suspected.
The next was one of Scott beaming his handsome smile while his cheeks were blushing as he held his date's hand for their junior prom. John had to admit they looked a cute couple and although Scott one night confided he was in love to John, John couldn't recall the name of the pretty girl and in reality, wondered whether Scott could too.
John looked at the next with no success as the light was reflecting off the glass. John reached to the window frame, finally dropping his bags and lowering the blinds a little.
"Well fancy seeing you here, just landed I take it?"
John turned in the other direction of the cool, feminine voice and in reality a breath of fresh air from muffled communications of distress messages and the all too male voices of his family.
"Lady Penelope." John greeted her with a small smile, studying the light pink blouse and three quarter length trousers, a matching piece of course. Her hair was in a clean pony tail and a beautiful expensive pair of earrings glimmered when caught in the sunlight.
In reality a complete contrast to himself who wore a creased space suite and who seriously needed a nice long bath.
"What? Is that all I get?" She asked with a mock pout and amusement, crossing her arms lightly and leaning onto the wall of pictures.
"Well what would you like?" John grinned, but still politely, the first one since landing.
"That depends, what to you have to offer?" Penelope replied moving closer. "I've missed you John."
"Really?" John asked with a smirked and a raised eye brow. "As much as you miss the others?"
"Well I see them once in a while, but I never ever see you. You always tuck yourself away on that dreadful space thingy." Penelope laughed mildly to herself at the comment but noticed John didn't join her.
"It's not my choice. It's my job."
"John, we all have choice, but we never have to be shackled down to things."
"Tell that to my father Pen. Maybe I wouldn't be shackled if Alan did his duty instead of pissing off with Tin Tin and..." John took a sigh after his rant that had started getting louder. It was the first time he realised he was getting angry out loud, usually it was in his head.
Penelope moved forward and 'shhed' John quietly and calmingly. He didn't even notice her arm on his own.
"They're in love..." She spoke bemused "...or maybe lust..." She quickly corrected herself. "... but the point is..." Penelope was cut off by John.
"No Penelope, that boy has to understand that the world doesn't revolve around two people."
"Doesn't it?" She replied. It was a question directed at him alone.
John stopped talking and saw the look she was giving him. Her eyes were at a stage before they would glaze with what he thought could be tears, but they didn't.
After no answer from John, who instead looked out of the blind, spreading his fingers through the folds to look out to the burning sun making way for the warm night. Penelope spoke again.
"Who does the world revolve around then John?"
John kept starring outside while he spoke. "International rescue and you know that." His voice wasn't harsh but Penelope sighed sadly as if he'd told her off.
"I meant it when I said I missed you." Penelope spoke adjusting the three buttons on her blouse and then taking her designer sunglasses from her head.
"I know." John spoke, this time turning to her, making a move to collect his bags.
Penelope stood and watched, expecting him to speak, but not another word uttered from his smooth lips.
"Sometimes I just don't understand you John Glenn Tracy." Penelope spoke as she walked passed him in the direction of what John assumed was to the rest of his family. Her attire had been that of a lazy afternoon by the pool and from looking through the blinds, he was confirmed by the stress-free pool party that was outside, hosted by Gordon and Virgil.