Disclaimer: I do not own Thunderbirds, never will.
A/N: NO FLAMES! Not accepted.
2nd A/N: This is a follow on from 'Uncle Tracy' it got such a good response, that I thought I would try a sequel. This is trial and error.
Chapter One – Marina Lucille Tracy
Annabelle grabbed the photo album she had brought with her before heading to the infirmary to see her favourite Uncle. She pushed open the door after knocking and hearing a voice say 'come in'. She smiled when her eyes fell on Alan sitting next to Virgil and when her Uncles looked up and saw her, smiles broke out on both faces.
"Annie! Welcome back kiddo." Alan said as he got to his feet.
"I'm never gonna live that down am I?" Annabelle smiled as she took his vacated seat.
"Afraid not." He smiled kissed her forehead then headed out.
"I'm 26 and he still acts like I'm 6-years-old." Annabelle sighed.
"You'll always be our Baby Girl. It's not like you could ever grow up in John's eyes." Virgil said. Annabelle smiled.
"I made this up over the years. I wanted you to have it." She said placing the photo album on his lap.
Virgil looked surprised, "Have it? As in keep?"
Annabelle nodded, "Yeah. Don't tell Uncle Gordon this, but you're my favourite." Annabelle whispered and Virgil laughed.
"All right. Let's have a look here." Virgil opened the album slowly as if expecting something to jump out and attack him. But what he saw first made him smile. On the inside cover was a photo that Annabelle had recovered and scanned before fixing it up and re-printing it. A photo of the entire Tracy Family, before Lucille's death. Scott stood proudly beside their father, John next to him, and then Virgil, he could see that his t-shirt had been smeared with paint, Gordon stood in front of Jeff and Alan was held in their mother's arms. Grandma had taken the photo, Virgil recalled. He remembered that day it had been about a week before the holiday that had killed their mother. Virgil smiled at the photo before turning his smile to Annabelle. She could tell he loved it. It was something he could give to kids if he ever had them. Though she doubted it. Maybe he'd hand it on to Amanda or Marina. Annabelle watched as he flicked through the album, laughing occasionally at the photos he saw that sparked a memory. Annabelle loved hearing the stories she didn't remember or if she did they were sketching memories at best. Annabelle glanced down at her old and scratched International Rescue watch.
"Brains has made some upgrades. I'm sure you can get a new one." Virgil said seeing her look form her's to his and back.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Go on Baby Girl, I'm alright here, til Scott decides to check on me. Go on down and see if he can make one for you. Maybe even on for Rina too." Virgil said, "speaking of which, where is she?"
"Swimming lessons with Gordon. Who knows maybe he'll drown." Annabelle laughed, Virgil smiled at her.
"Certainly be quieter." He agreed. Laughing, Annabelle left him alone with his memories.
"Brains? You down here?" Annabelle called as she entered Thunderbird 2's silo. Brains had a workbench down here and he had the space he needed to work on bigger items. Right now the scientist was focused on something that looked oddly like her watch but smarter and not as scratched.
"Brains." Annabelle said as she reached him making the man jump a mile in the air.
"M-miss T-Tracy." He stammered when he saw it was her.
"Wotcha working on?" She asked. He looked surprised but turned back to it and explained that it was a watch for Marina. Annabelle flicked her watch off her wrist and held it out for inspection.
"It's old and scratched. I was hoping that you could maybe make me a new one. I know all the boys have got new ones. I thought if you'd work on one for me while you do Marina's. Make her's pink mine can be a smart blue or something."
"I was th-th-thinking of a-a-actually, doing one f-for you in a p-p, vi-vi," Annabelle took pity on the man.
"A shade of purple?" He nodded. Annabelle smiled, "sounds like a plan. Shall I leave you to it?" He didn't respond but Annabelle took his silence as a yes. She turned and left the scientist with his workings, it didn't surprise her that Marina was getting a watch, after all if Annabelle's mother hadn't wanted Annabelle to have one she wasn't going to make that mistake with her daughter. Marina was going to have everything Annabelle had and more. Marina wasn't going to go without just because Annabelle hadn't had something that her daughter could have now. Technology allowed Marina to have an iPad 6 and an iPod G7. Or whatever it was now.
It took three days until both Marina and Annabelle had their watches. Marina's was pretty shade of pink, Candy Pink, Marina named it. Annabelle's was a smart shade of amethyst. Once on their wrists Marina made her mother sit at one end of the lounge and Marina would go outside and contact her mother's watch a number of times to make sure it worked. Her Great Uncle Gordon beside her showing her how to use it. Annabelle rolled her eyes and remembered the first time her's had been used. She'd had a nightmare and Alan had contacted her father via her watch. She'd been soothed back to sleep by her Uncle Virgil's piano music. She missed it now with Virgil still recovering. But she'd taken him his portable keyboard to keep him occupied along with one of his sketch books and some of his charcoals and pencils so he could sketch. It was his ankle that was the problem and though he could move with the aid of crutches his father was forcing him to stay put in the Infirmary until he could move unaided. Annoying as it was, Virgil knew it was recommended, he'd say the same if it were Scott, Gordon, John or Alan. Although try keeping Scott down. Not likely.
"How's Uncle Virgil doing?" A voice said behind Annabelle and she turned.
"Manda!" The 26-year-old was one her feet and hugging her younger cousin tightly.
"Oh it's good to see you Anna." The nickname that Amanda could say when she was 3 (as she had trouble getting Annabelle's full name out) had stuck.
"It's good to see you too. Rina get in here, your cousin wants to meet you." Although Amanda had met Marina when she was 14 months old, the child didn't remember. So it would be good for them to know each other a bit better. It's help all of them if these two got along. Amanda had the same temper as her father and mother. With Alan Tracy's short fuse and Tintin's fiery temper to top it off, you did not want to be on the receiving end of one of her outbursts that's for sure.
