A/N: This is a small fic for JoTracy123, who has her birthday today. Hope you have a brilliant day hunny! Xx

Disclaimer: If not for Gerry and Sylvia Anderson, I wouldn't get to play in this wonderful playground, so no, I do not own the Thunderbirds. Jo is an OC character mentioned in JoTracy123's own stories, and I am only borrowing her.

I watch them walk side-by-side, and I wonder whether he knows exactly how much she adores him.

I can see it in her eyes when she looks at him, her hand in his, and I smile as I remember that that was how I was with his mother.

He is tanned and sunburned from the time spent both on the farm with his grandfather and out on the town with his brothers; she is the lightest-skinned girl I've ever met; they're inseparable.

I wonder if my son has found the one he wants to share the rest of his life with. He doesn't confide in me all that much, but an offhand comment that Scott made about them the other day has put speculations into my thoughts on exactly how much Virgil cares for her.

Ebony, Virgil is as dark and brooding, with a humour that sometimes doesn't make very much sense. Jo is lilies and sweetness, and she counters Virgil's artist's instability and volcanic temper with the hard-diamond determination that helps balance him as much as he balances her. They're each other's opposite, but they're also best friends, perhaps even something more if my suspicions prove to be correct.

Again, as he spins her around and then sprints off, laughing down the road with her in hot, indignant pursuit, I wonder if each knows how much they mean to the other.

It is my hope that they can stay as close as they have ever been.

A/N: Happy Birthday Jo!

- Pyre. Xx