A short storyabout a moment between John and Tin Tin. I hope you like it.

Disclimer- i don't own the Thunderbirds or Mary Popins.


It was 3:00 in the morning and Tin Tin couldn't sleep.

It must have been all that coffee today with Mr Tracy while discussing the new plans for international rescue.

Her brain was currently buzzing with information and she couldn't seem to switch of.

Giving up any hope of falling asleep, she got out of bed, grapping her blanket and slipped her feet into a pair of fuzzy slippers.

She headed for the lounge.

Maybe a little bit of TV will relax me, she thought.

She walked into the lounge and turned on the lamp that was sitting on the side table. She laid her lilac quilt out on the couch and began to search for the remote control.

After finding it buried the under paper work on Mr Tracy's desk.

She selected the DVD from the cabinet beneath the screen and set it up.

Settling onto the sofa, she cocooned herself in the blanket as the images of the rooftops of London flickered onto the screen.

She smiled to herself as the movie brought back happy memories of her childhood.

She began to relax as she watched the movie, but just they began having a tea party on the ceiling she could feel a precise behind her, watching.

She turned to see a tall figure in the doorway, silhouetted by the light coming from the hall and the TV casting shadows on his face. She immediately realised who it was by the way that he stood.

She felt her body instantly relax.

'What are you doing up John?' she asked.

'I could ask you the same questioned', he replied, walking over to the couch, she could see that he was carrying a mug of something hot as the steam rose out of it.

'I couldn't sleep, too much coffee. What about you?'

'Just looking at the stars'.

'You've been back for a week, you miss them already?' She asked.

'They just look different from down here, I forget how little they are', he said softly.

He and Tin Tin had not talked much since he had come back. She realised It often took John a while to feel at ease with others being around, after having spent much time alone.

'May I', he asked, jestering to sit down on the couch.

'Oh, of course'. She said, pulling her quilt out of the way to make room for him to sit down.

She pulled her legs up beneath her and began to rearrange the blanket.

Seeing that her feet were peeking out, John took the edge of the quilt and tucked it around her feet.

'What are you watching?'

'Mary Popins, its helping me to relax'.

'I used to love this film, I can remember watching this as a child with my mum, it was one of her favourites'. He told her taking a sip of his drink.

'Really, I always loved this movie.' she told him. 'My favourite part is when they dance on the roof tops'.

Watching the movie out of the corner of her eye she saw John pull his legs beneath him and rubbing his arm slightly.

She realised that he was wearing just a pair of boxer shorts and a t-shirt, on the cold February night she could see the slight shiver that took his body.

'John you must be so cold', she exclaimed, 'here I don't mind sharing'.

She moved next to him to share the blanket between them.

'Thank you Tin Tin', he said moving closer and trying to arrange the blankets around him, while trying not to spill the contents of his cup.

'Okay, I can't do this,' he said laughing slightly, 'could you hold this for a moment'.

'Of course', Tin Tin took the warm mug out of his hands, as he wrapped the blanket around him, making sure that she was still covered.

'John, what's in this?' she asked him smelling the drink. She could tell that it was hot chocolate but she could also smell something eles in the mug.

'Its hot chocolate and mint', he told her, 'try it.'

She cautionary took a sip, the mix of ingredients sounded a little strange to her. But she was surprised that she actually liked it.

'It tastes lovely, how did you come up with the concoction'. She asked, taking another sip and handing it back to him.

'When you're floating around in space, you tend to have time to experiment with things.' He said accepting the mug, 'only this time I used real mint'.

'What did you use before.'

'Toothpaste', he told her, laughing a little at her reaction, 'it was all I had.'

They continued to watch the movie, passing the mug of hot chocolate back and forth.

Tin Tin watched as his long fingers curled around the mug, the light from the TV cast shadows on his face. She could see the slight stubble on this face. She noticed how his hair had become longer, the wavy blonde stands now covered his neck and his fringe fell just before his eyes.

'What's wrong Tin Tin?', asked John, snapping her back to attention.

'I was just thinking about something'.

'What was it?' he asked moving closer to her.

She continued to look at him, raising her hand to his hair she begun to let her fingers run though it.

'I was thinking about your hair.'

'What about my hair?' he asked her softly, leaning his head back, enjoying the feeling of her fingers running through his hair.

'Its longer than it was before'.

He turned his head towards her, 'a lot of things change in 5 weeks.'

'I like it' she said softy, realising that her hands were still in his hair she quickly removed them, suddenly becoming very embarrassed by what she was doing.

John frowned slightly at the loss of the relaxing feeling that she had caused.

They continued to watch the movie in silence, often moving closer towards each other.

Towards the end of the movie, Tin Tins head was resting on his shoulder.

They watched as the children flew up the chimney, which made John laugh as he remembered.

'Scott used to be so afraid of that part when we first watched the movie, for a week he never went near the fireplace.'

He said looking down at her, only to find that she had fallen fast asleep.'

Putting the now empty mug on the floor. He held her head still while he got up, then carefully he laid her back down on the couch, placing a pillow underneath her head and covering her with the quilt.

It had been a long time since he was in the company of a beautiful woman.

He watched as she peacefully slept.

She gets more beautiful each time I come back, he thought, its half the reason why I love coming home

Just to see her smile.