Hi, this is my first Thunderbird story, laugh and die! (joke) please r&r this piece of writing, I need to know what you think!
This is written from Scott's point of view.
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Taking the Lead
When is it my time to be the one to be looked after? When is it my turn to watch as other people fix things? Never, that's the answer, I always seem to have to take the lead, to take the turn, so others follow.
My time for that gave up when my mother died, as soon as that happened, I looked after everyone, even John, who's only a year younger than me.
When John calls in from the space station, I have to go, straight away, and leave my brothers behind, even when Virgil gets there, I end up showing him what to do.
They could do without me, John or Virgil would take the lead, Thunderbird 1 isn't needed that much, most of the weight is on Thunderbird 2.
When father brought up the idea of International Rescue, I knew, knew that I'd end up going first, I didn't mind, though, the thought was exciting, especially with the element of danger.
Though, sometimes, I would like someone else to take over, someone else to go first, to take the turn.
But it never happens.
Mostly, Virgil goes to do the rescue, with John, Gordon or Alan, and leaves me in mobile control, it may seem as though it's a perfect job, I don't have to get killed, dirty or otherwise, but nobody really understands what I feel like.
Every time I watch Virgil disappear into an impossible situation, I feel a twist of worry, and if something goes wrong, it's my fault.
You see, going to a rescue and doing something is a thrill, the danger just adds to it, but just watching, is painful.
To me, anyway.
I know dad goes through it, every time there is a rescue, but I have to be there, watching every movement they make.
I hate that part of the job.
When get to take part, I enjoy it, as I've said, the exhilaration of doing something insanely dangerous is great.
How does dad do it? Knowing what is happening, but not being able to do anything about it? I have a feeling I'd go crazy.
I know, in my heart, that the only reason I don't turn into a manic depressive is because I know that I am doing something to help those people who need our help, without knowing it, they give me more support than anyone else.
This is written from Scott's point of view.
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Taking the Lead
When is it my time to be the one to be looked after? When is it my turn to watch as other people fix things? Never, that's the answer, I always seem to have to take the lead, to take the turn, so others follow.
My time for that gave up when my mother died, as soon as that happened, I looked after everyone, even John, who's only a year younger than me.
When John calls in from the space station, I have to go, straight away, and leave my brothers behind, even when Virgil gets there, I end up showing him what to do.
They could do without me, John or Virgil would take the lead, Thunderbird 1 isn't needed that much, most of the weight is on Thunderbird 2.
When father brought up the idea of International Rescue, I knew, knew that I'd end up going first, I didn't mind, though, the thought was exciting, especially with the element of danger.
Though, sometimes, I would like someone else to take over, someone else to go first, to take the turn.
But it never happens.
Mostly, Virgil goes to do the rescue, with John, Gordon or Alan, and leaves me in mobile control, it may seem as though it's a perfect job, I don't have to get killed, dirty or otherwise, but nobody really understands what I feel like.
Every time I watch Virgil disappear into an impossible situation, I feel a twist of worry, and if something goes wrong, it's my fault.
You see, going to a rescue and doing something is a thrill, the danger just adds to it, but just watching, is painful.
To me, anyway.
I know dad goes through it, every time there is a rescue, but I have to be there, watching every movement they make.
I hate that part of the job.
When get to take part, I enjoy it, as I've said, the exhilaration of doing something insanely dangerous is great.
How does dad do it? Knowing what is happening, but not being able to do anything about it? I have a feeling I'd go crazy.
I know, in my heart, that the only reason I don't turn into a manic depressive is because I know that I am doing something to help those people who need our help, without knowing it, they give me more support than anyone else.