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Heaven Needed You

By CaptainPhoenixSparrow

Inspired by B-Witched's "It Was Our Day". Set from the point of view of Virgil Tracy

The service was over. I stood on the balcony, absently drumming a finger against the rail while I listened to the occupants of the lounge behind me telling each other stories about Scott.

I walked back in as Lady Penelope finished her account of how caring she remembered Scott to have been after rescuing her from a boat while on a mission to recover stolen documents for MI5.

Gordon looked over at me and I caught a look in his eye, like he was unsure whether or not he could be happy. The look was mirrored in Alan's eyes.

"You alright?" I asked them both.

Alan shrugged. "I miss him so much, Virge," he said.

I put my arm round his shoulders. "Try not to think of what's happened, but remember the happy times. I know he's gone, and it's okay to be sad about it, but Scott wouldn't want you to mourn him forever, would he?"

Alan shook his head.

I looked between them again. "You two between you must be able to think of something that would be happy for you to remember?"

Alan and Gordon looked at each other. "Lady Penelope's first rescue," Alan said.

I couldn't help but smile hearing that and saw Lady Penelope follow suit. "Yes, I believe I remember that event. You played a trick on me at his expense, didn't you?"

Alan nodded. "It was Scott being told off by Grandma about stealing cake that gave us the idea."

"Yeah, it was fun to see sensible, rule-abiding Scott being chased from the kitchen by Grandma waving a chocolaty spoon at him."

"And don't forget Tony and Bob's stunt, surely that's got to be a happy thing to remember him by?" I prompted.

"Yeah!" Alan said. "I'll never forget the look on his face when he landed in that trash can!"

It wasn't long before the rest of the family and our friends had joined in our conversation and were adding in their own tales.

Later that evening, while we were talking, the topic of International Rescue's existence came up.

Father looked between us all. I could see that he was still unsure about the idea.

"Dad, we can't give it up, that's not what Scott would have wanted," I said.

"Don't we all have a say in this?" Alan asked.

"What about other people?" John said. "Think about all those people we've rescued and how their families must have felt to have their loved ones returned to them. If we can save others the pain we've had to go through, surely it's worth it."

Father looked round at him.

"Wasn't that why we set up the organisation in the first place?" I added.

"You've all given this a lot of thought, haven't you?" Dad said.

"We have to continue with IR, dad," Gordon said. "It's our way of keeping Scott's memory alive. Like John said, each person we save is a family spared from this pain."

"What about Thunderbird One?"

"I can pilot her or I can fill in somewhere else so another could," Tin-Tin put in from her seat next to her father.

I could see dad wasn't keen on the idea of Tin-Tin being put at risk. "She's helped us before and it's her choice."

Dad nodded. "As you have said, it's your choice." A small smile curved his lips. "Make Scott proud," he said, softly.

A/N: Ok guys, hope you enjoyed that. The next is the last one... though keep your eyes open.