A/N: Longer than a drabble; way shorter than a story. Just, a contemplation really. And it's all
Grumpy's fault...bless her. Never thought to challenge myself with something like this, until now; the temptation was just too great. Guess you could say, I surrendered!
And as always, Thunderbirds and the Tracy Family belong to the creative genius of Gerry and Sylvia Anderson.
Surrender
To give up oneself to. To let go. To yield to the possession or power of another. Just a word, yet evoking a most powerful concept; the strongest of images. It was different things to different people. For some, it was weakness; for others, strength.
He had never known, surrender; always in control. Had never surrendered; not to his love of flying, not to his beloved Thunderbird One. Couldn't afford to; too dangerous. Up there, more than ever, he had to be in control. Even in lovemaking, his 'letting go' was always, his being in control. Oh, women had always surrendered themselves to him, to his swarthy dark looks, his name, his wealth; he knew that. It wasn't conceit; just fact.
But not him. No, he had never known surrender; wasn't in his vocabulary. Not until now; not until he knew....him.