Disclaimer: I don't own Thunderbirds.

Characters: Havoc, Fuse. Rating: K. Warnings: None

Drabble challenge from janetm74: "Your efforts to be the good guy have been so cute but it's time to face reality. You were born to be bad, you'll never be the hero." with Havoc

The Boss was angry, and when the Boss was angry, his words got sharp and she found herself feeling very much like the small orphaned child she'd once been and hated being reminded of. She wasn't the one that had messed up, but they were the Chaos Crew - Havoc-and-Fuse - and one screw up from one of them tarred them both equally.

The Boss had wanted that uranium. Fuse… Fuse had played it off, claimed International Rescue had stopped him, and luckily for both of them, the Boss had bought that lie.

She knew better. The world of technology was her oyster, and on top of that Fuse was her little brother. He couldn't lie to her, and it was only the knowledge that the Boss might well and truly dispose of them if he found out the truth that had her scrambling to keep it covered up.

That Fuse had felt guilty. That he'd felt there was some sort of debt to pay for the Tracy saving his life. The opportunity had been perfect to get rid of one of International Rescue - one of the thorns in the Boss's side - for good. It would have been the man's own fault, anyway; no-one had asked him to save Fuse's life (even if the big sister in her was traitorously grateful he had).

But no, Fuse was weakening, had been showing cracks since the whole Calypso mess, and after today… Well, it wouldn't matter that the Tracy had saved his life, because the Boss would have murdered them both on the spot for his soft, squishy heart.

As the big sister, and therefore the leader of their little family of two, it was time to have some words. The Boss was elsewhere, not that he'd given her specifics but elsewhere wasn't here and that was good enough.

"Are you trying to wreck everything?" she hissed at him. He looked awkwardly away - he'd never done well with being scolded. "Listen, Fuse, your efforts to be the good guy have been so cute but it's time to face reality. You were born to be bad, you'll never be the hero. We work for the Boss, remember?"

"Y-yeah," he cringed. "Sorry, I just-"

"No!" She cut him off. "Just nothing. But nothing. There's blood on your hands, Fuse. Both of our hands, and it's never coming off. All we can do, is stick with the Boss so that it means something."

"I-" he started, but she wasn't done.

"The next time you screw up like that, the blood on your hands is going to be mine. Remember that, Fuse. Mine. Not some do-gooder Tracy who's trying to get himself killed, but me. So buck it up, and remember where you are. Who you are. Who we are. We're the Chaos Crew, Fuse. We're not the heroes, and we'll never be the heroes."

The nod she got was reluctant, tears glimmering in his eyes because despite the hard shell of his armour Fuse was always going to be too damned soft and protecting that gooey centre would always be her job, but it was still a nod and she knew he understood.

No more screw ups. They'd got lucky this time. Havoc had no intention of having to rely on luck again.

Chaos Crew time! I'm not their biggest fan, but I do find them quite intriguing to play around with sometimes. There's potential there... if you dig deep enough.

Thanks for reading!
Tsari