Title: We'll be home for Christmas

Day Four – Five Billionaires and No Wives – Part 3

Author: Gumnut

11 Feb - 23 Apr 2020

Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS

Rating: Teen

Summary: The boys can't fly home for Christmas, so they have to find another way.

Word count: 2876

Spoilers & warnings: language and so, so much fluff. Science!Gordon. Artist!Virgil, Minor various ships, mostly background.

Timeline: Christmas Season 3, I have also kinda ignored the main storyline of Season 3. The boys needed a break, so I gave them one. Post season 3B, before Season 3C cos we haven't seen it yet.

Author's note: For scattergraph . This is my 2019 TAG Secret Santa fic :D

I've finally got my head back into this fic!

Many thanks to scribbles97 and onereyofstarlight for reading through and for all their wonderful support.

Disclaimer: Mine? You've got to be kidding. Money? Don't have any, don't bother.

-o-o-o-

Gordon stared at the two dots circling A Little Lightning.

Raoul Island sported some excellent scanning equipment and with John enabling access to Thunderbird Five, Gordon could see for miles.

He could even see the far off dot that was their ultimate destination tonight. Tracy Island was such a tiny smudge in the middle of the ocean, so much smaller than Raoul. A moment to acknowledge it and he realised he missed it badly.

Well, they would be home tonight if they got moving soon enough.

But the whales...

"Yeah, they are the same two from yesterday."

Sam stared at him. "How can you tell?"

Gordon pulled up the feed from the Raoul sea buoy network ring. A hologram appeared of the mother and calf with just enough detail for Gordon to point out the healing net injuries on the little one.

"Ouch."

"Yeah, she was caught nasty."

"Bastards."

"Don't worry, we got them. Hell, IR has identified the money responsible and we have our legal team in motion." A polite way to say his beautiful girlfriend was wreaking havoc in a calm but final way only she knew how. He had no doubts there would be very little left of the Polominka guy by the time she finished with him.

And what was left would probably be swept up by Parker and deposited in the nearest trash can.

Gotta love a girl who knew how to get a job done.

"Gords, you with us?"

"Huh?" A blink. Sam was grinning at him as if he knew exactly what Gordon was thinking about. He glared at him.

It didn't faze the man. "Penny for your thoughts?" That was followed by an outright snigger.

"Shut it, Samwise." So, he flushed scarlet, big deal. Idiot.

"Hey, is it my fault you go all moony-eyed at the mere thought of your girl?" Sam's smirk was glare-worthy. "So, do I get a chance to meet this legend of blonde and pink?"

The glare turned into a frown. "How do you guys know so much about me and Penny?" It wasn't like he had posted a billboard to advertise what was a very new relationship.

Sam shrugged. "Mel heard you were injured, raised a ruckus and Lady Penelope fell out of the sky. Apparently, they get on like a house on fire."

Gordon stared at him. "Penelope and Mel?"

Another shrug. "Don't look at me. Liam and I were in Perth." He poked Gordon in the ribs. "You need to find a way to let us know how you're doing, man. The news nets were screaming about an injured Tracy brother. It took them hours to work out which one and during that time you had died and been reincarnated six times. You gave us a bloody heart attack. I know you have to be secret and all, but you're my friend, Gords. Don't do that again."

A blink. "I'll try not to." But there would be no promises. "I'll speak to John and make sure Raoul gets notified." But there would have to be restrictions. Their privacy had to be maintained. Scott would be a challenge. "You have to realise that there is just us, and we prefer to play it close. The media sucks."

"I bet." Sam turned back to the holographic display. "They appear to be waiting for you." A breath. "Extremely odd behaviour."

"What do you think they want?"

Sam shook his head. "My initial suspicion is either you or Virgil. Scott said Virgil was trying to walk into the water. You yourself had very close contact yesterday. My guess would be they want to make contact again? But really, we know so little about cetacean reality, our interpretation is far too anthropomorphised to be considered."

"Virgil said the mother spoke to him with emotion. That he received an impression from her singing."

"A human interpretation. This is where linguistics between species breakdown. Points of reference. The cetacean environment is so different to ours, there is very little shared reference to enable translation."

"But they are mammals like us, surely they feel emotion?"

Sam held out his hands. "I'm sure they do. Hell, I know they do. But how do you communicate emotion through dissimilar body structure? We primarily communicate through our facial expressions and body language. Across species we don't have that avenue."

"We have their song."

"Yes, we do. But human communication is only five percent vocal." Sam swallowed. "I have theories and suspicions that whales rely much more on sound than we do due to their environment, but research is difficult."

"That is why you pounced on Virgil."

A sharp nod. "This is a bloody breakthrough, Gords. It's a first." He prodded the display to bring up audio. "Your brother managed something no-one in the world has ever been able to do. We need him."

Now that wasn't a first. Virgil was needed on a variety of fronts daily, not the least of which was by his brothers.

"Take it slow, Sam."

"I know, I know."

"We should also speak to John. He's our communications expert. Speaks a gazillion languages. He might be able to help."

"How many is a gazillion?"

"That you will have to ask him. I've lost count and he keeps learning new ones. Useful on the job." Gordon twiddled with the focus of the sensor array. The two whales continued their slow circle around A Little Lightning. "How do you think they will react when we return to the boat?"

Sam drew in a thoughtful breath. "Hard to tell. Humpback whales don't tend to be aggressive. In fact, they are one of the gentlest species. The only cases of aggression I've encountered involve threat to an individual or a calf. Having said that, this behaviour is very unusual."

"You want to come out with us?"

Pale green eyes shot at him. "You just try keeping me away. I've already got the inflatable ready."

Gordon had to smirk. He had already figured he'd have company. Hell, Mel would probably want to come with, as well. Even if only to kiss Scott goodbye.

Hmm.

"Well, I guess we will find out."

-o-o-o-

It was an hour before they made it out onto the water. Packing and the fact Virgil had fallen asleep, held them up.

Scott was missing for most of that hour and John refused to say where he was. Not that Gordon had to work too hard to guess with Mel missing at the same time. The less time spent thinking about his eldest brother getting 'together' with his friend, the better.

Alan surfaced talking a mile a minute about the telescope on the other side of the Island. Apparently, it was 'brilliant', 'amazing' and 'John should get one'.

John's response to that was two words, "Thunderbird Five'.

"Oh, yeah." But Alan was undeterred. "I might get one myself."

"Alan, you have access to Five."

"Yeah, but it is so cool!"

John rolled his eyes and went back to packing.

Virgil woke eventually and stumbled off to the coffee pot. The expression on his face warned that any obstacles would be obliterated.

Even Sam read that one correctly.

Scott appeared in his running clothes shortly after. He was flushed and Gordon noted several suspicious marks on his neck.

That thought led in icky directions and he had to derail that train. But at least Scott's mood appeared to have improved. He disappeared into the shower and emerged ever the efficient director of operations.

John was seen to roll his eyes again.

During this time, Gordon kept an eye on the whales. They were still circling when the Tracy brothers, Mel and Sam finally left the compound and made their way back to Fishing Rock.

"No." Virgil's expression was stubbornness itself. The skyrail loomed above him, the harness set and ready.

Scott's shoulders straightened, lining up for a bullfight with his bull-headed brother. Gordon readied to intervene, but was pre-empted by John.

The astronaut stepped up to Virgil's side and simply touched his arm. Brown eyes flickered and were caught by turquoise. The engineer's lips thinned but John's frown deepened just a little.

Virgil's shoulders dropped along with his eyes. "Fine."

John's frown hit Scott between the eyes and big brother relaxed just a little.

Virgil was harnessed up without further protest.

Scott squeezed his arm gently before they released him onto the line and Virgil turned to stare at him as he disappeared into the foliage. Their luggage followed.

Mel stepped up to Scott, rather closer than necessary, noted Gordon. "Race you to the bottom?"

Scott's first grin for the day spread across his face.

Gordon couldn't help but smile with him.

A heartbeat and Mel and his eldest brother took off down the path.

Sam snorted. "They make quite a pair. I hope he knows what he has got himself into."

John frowned a little, but it was Gordon who answered that one. "Does she know what she has gotten into?"

"I guess we'll all find out." With that Sam headed down the hill. Gordon, John and Alan trotted after him.

The reason for the impromptu foot race revealed itself when Gordon finally made it to the beach. Virgil was already out of the harness with no repeat of the dangling helplessly incident. Scott was laughing, obviously the victor, though the expression on Mel's face had Gordon suspecting a little planning on her part.

But the best part of it all was the arm Scott had around his brother.

Oh, thank god. It sucked big time when the two eldest were at loggerheads. Nothing worked smoothly when Scott and Virgil fought. A glance at John and the small smile on his face only provided more relief.

Their inflatable was where they left it, secured and protected. Gordon examined it from bow to stern satisfying himself of its safety and he and John lugged it over the rocks and used the crane to lower it into the water. Sam and Mel were only a few steps behind with their own, much larger inflatable. Both boats were secured on the swell, Gordon jumping into his first to make it ready and help load their luggage.

Scott joined him a moment later as he and John helped Virgil to board. A grunt and his engineer brother made the stretch and holding himself, curled up in one corner. Alan climbed on board just as Mel joined Sam in their boat.

All secure, Gordon started the engine and turning the boat around, headed out towards the distant A Little Lightning.

-o-o-o-

He felt it as soon as he set foot in the boat. A deep hum in the soles of his feet.

His belly ached from the trip down and sitting in the boat itself wasn't the most comfortable, but the inflatable was bare insulation from the water and it carried the sound he couldn't hear.

Around him, his brothers chattered and settled. Virgil closed his eyes and just felt.

Water on rocks, water on boat, water on water, birds, the breeze….and a weaving hum. He frowned. No, two, there were two voices singing through his feet.

He cherished the accomplishment of identifying the soft interwoven-

Gordon started up the outboard engine and the boat shot out into ocean.

"No!" His hand shot out. "Stop!"

It was a sign of trust and instinct that had Gordon killing the engine at that simple word from his brother. Mel and Sam shot past them.

"Virgil?" Scott was frowning at him. "What is it?"

"No engine."

"What? You don't expect us to row all the way out there do you?" Alan's eyes were wide.

Mel and Sam turned their boat back towards the Tracy's becalmed inflatable. A word from Gordon over comms and their engine died under Sam's hand. They coasted alongside the Tracys.

Virgil reached over the side and put his hand into the water.

Song sung up his arm and he closed his eyes again, noting the notes by intensity.

"What's going on?" Alan's voice was worried.

"Shh!" Gordon's voice was quiet but sharp.

Virgil was suddenly surrounded by brothers. Gordon sat down beside him and Scott and John opposite. Alan hovered behind them.

"Thunderfish?"

Virgil didn't hear his brother's response, but the question wasn't asked again.

"Virgil?" Scott's voice was ever so quiet. "What is it?"

Opening his eyes caught concerned blue. "They're singing." He frowned. "Calling."

"Calling? How do you know?" Gordon's voice was just as soft.

Virgil turned to his fish brother, catching those curious russet-brown eyes. "I…I don't know."

"We need to get out to the boat, Virgil." Scott, ever the goal orientated.

"No engine."

Gordon shifted beside him and began unfastening oars. "Then I guess we are rowing out." One oar free, he nudged his older brothers out of the way. Scott ended up beside Virgil and John beside Alan at the bow of the boat. With the second oar free, Gordon secured them and himself and dipped their tips in the water. "It's been a while. Should be fun." Swimmer's shoulders bunched up and he took the first stroke, a second and then eased himself into a steady rhythm.

Beside them, Sam broke out their oars and followed.

It was slow, but steady going after that.

Virgil let his fingers trail in the water. Except for the water, wind and birds, it was peaceful, the song interweaving amongst it all as if luring him.

His eyes closed again.

A random beep and he opened them to find Raoul further away and John with his tablet out, a holoprojection above it. Four dots, two circling, two approaching.

Gordon smiled at Virgil.

And the song changed.

It was so sudden his heart missed a beat. Scott grabbed his arm. "Virgil?"

"Can you hear it?"

Scott just stared at him, but Gordon stopped rowing and tipped his head to one side. Behind him, John had a puzzled look on his face which was quickly replaced by one of concern. "The whales have stopped circling. They are headed this way."

As his brothers turned as one to look in the direction of the yacht, Virgil realised they were closer to A Little Lightning than he had thought.

"Here they come!"

Virgil leant over the edge of the boat, ever aware of Scott's grip on his arm, and caught sight of what was no doubt the mother whale as she passed under their inflatable. Virgil's jaw dropped. She was massive. Sure, he'd seen her from a distance, holographically in scale up against his brothers, but to see her this close.

"Oh my god."

"Are we safe?" Scott's sharp words were aimed at Gordon.

"Humpbacks are gentle creatures. Generally, they only become aggressive in self-defence. We're not attacking them."

"But what are they doing?"

"They are curious." The words fell from Virgil's lips without much in the way of thought. The sense of the song had switched from calling to curiosity. He hummed the dominant audible melody. It was little more than a series of pulsating tones backed by the infrasound in his bones.

His hand was still in the water, still seeking the unheard notes when John drew in a sharp breath. "Gordon, move the boat!"

Their fish brother grabbed the oars, but before he could take a single stroke, something touched Virgil's hand.

The mother whale surfaced, the tip of her massive chin lifting out of the water directly beside Virgil.

"Woah." It was a whisper of wonder from Gordon.

Virgil, initially pulling his hand back in surprise, was mesmerised. The very colours he had painted barely two days ago, the shapes, the glisten, the immensity…

The all-consuming sound.

His fingers touched soft skin.

It felt like touching music.

He couldn't help but respond, deep in his throat as best he could as the song shifted to one that echoed his amazement. The notes were organic, simple, yet complex and missing the sound he could not create.

Curiosity.

Puzzlement.

"Virgil?"

His voice wasn't deep enough.

Or high enough.

"Virgil?" Someone was touching his cheek, a hand cupping the side of his face. He opened his eyes to find Scott in front of him, that ever-present worry on his face.

"I still can't answer." It was frustration and sadness all of his own.

"We'll get you back on the yacht. We have the technology there." Scott ever the enabler.

Ever the rescuer.

But suddenly his connection was lost. The song stopped and mother whale slipped beneath the surface. Virgil leant over the edge of the boat and might have followed if it wasn't for that same grip on his arm.

There was an order from Scott that Virgil wasn't focussed on, the oars cut the water and the boat resumed moving towards the yacht.

Virgil stared into the turquoise depths, lost without the buoy of the song. He sagged against the inflatable plastic.

"Gordon, faster!" It came from John. "She's coming up again, but she's not slowing down! Move!"

"I'm try-"

The whale hit the underside of the inflatable lifting it and all the brothers off the surface of the ocean for just a moment before tipping it over and throwing all five of them into the water.

-o-o-o-

End Day Four, Part Three.