Disclaimer: I don't, under any circumstances own Thunderbirds. Carlton
do.
(Darn It!)
ONCE FORGOTTEN
I'm back! With another chapter and the guys, of course.
Gordon: "Yep! Can't forget us!"
DyMonda: "That hasn't stopped me from trying yet."
Virgil: "Hey, lighten up. If it wasn't for us then you wouldn't have a story."
(Stops and thinks for a moment)
DyMonda: "Good point."
Scott: "Don't encourage her Virg. It's bad enough she's got me going all teary."
Gordon: "Yeah, what's next? Virgil in pink.. John in hysterics..Alan grown up?
(Pointed glares from the three in question)
DyMonda: "One Earth shattering revelation at a time please."
Virgil: "Hey! I know! How about we paint flowers on Thunderbird 4 and call it a
Water Lily."
(Laughter all round)
Gordon: "Haha! Very funny." (Grumbles loudly)
Alan: "I still think she's a fanfic terrorist!"
John: "I'm not a violent person by nature but now I'm going to make an exception."
(WHACK!!!)
Alan: "Owww! What did you do that for!!"
Chapter 4 - Curious Questions.
Sunrise peeked over the horizon, throwing rays of soft warm light like a blanket over the small island and its still slumbering occupants. Well, mostly slumbering.
Jeff Tracy hadn't slept well partly due to the heated conversation he had had with his eldest son the previous night but mostly due to the painful memories that had come to the surface because of it.
No matter how hard he tried it seemed like every time he was about to drop off another flashback of the little girl with light blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes pulled his mind back from the brink of oblivion.
So, when 5a.m rolled round he decided to give up on trying to sleep and just get up and go for an early breakfast.
Dressed and wide awake he had then proceeded to make his way to the kitchen where he made the morning coffee of which he grabbed a cup and then sat down at the table with a magazine to wait for the rest of the household to wake.
That was nearly two hours ago now and he was not at all surprised by the first person who walked into the kitchen.
"Good morning Scott. Sleep well?" He asked peering over the top of his magazine, which he had already read cover, to cover but kept him occupied never the less, to watch his eldest son.
Scott was startled when his father spoke, he honestly thought he was alone as his father would normally be hard at work on corporate business already and not still in the kitchen drinking coffee.
Shaking it off he smiled and sat down opposite Jeff, his own cup of coffee in hand.
"OK I guess. You?" He answered taking in his father's slightly slouched posture and the darkened patches under his eyes, his smile quickly became a grin.
Jeff arched an eyebrow, in a clearly sarcastic 'What do you think?' way before turning his attention back to his magazine.
Scott laughed and focused his own attention on the steadily cooling cup of coffee in front of him.
They passed the time in silence only interrupted occasionally by Scott placing his cup back down on the table after taking a sip and Jeff turning a page of his magazine.
After about 20 minutes Jeff finally closed his magazine and placed it down on the table next to his empty coffee cup.
He leaned back in his chair, folded his arms and stared hard at his eldest child, almost as if he was judging him for something.
Scott hadn't noticed his father's stare and continued to absently play with the now empty cup on the table in front of him.
"What do you plan to tell them?" His question was short, to the point and something that Jeff needed to know.
At last, blue eyes shot up to stare back at him, coffee cup forgotten.
"You still want me to tell them?!" Scott asked back, completely stunned.
He hadn't been expecting that. Although he remembered what his father had told him the previous night clearly, he still wasn't sure whether or not Jeff had changed his mind during the night.
The apparent shock he felt inside must have shown on his face because Jeff smiled suddenly and unfolded his arms to lean across the table and snatch up Scott's forgotten coffee cup.
"What! Did you think I was joking?" He laughed as he got up and walked over to the coffee pot and poured another cup of coffee.
Scott just stared at him in shock, and then confusion. He just couldn't believe his father wanted all this out in the open now.
'I mean yeah, I can understand last night because we were both highly strung and emotional but can he seriously want me to tell them?!' he thought irritably.
Turning back from the coffee pot Jeff saw the confused frown on his son's face and sighed in frustration.
"Look Scott, I know what you're thinking and believe me if we hadn't had our little and somewhat loud conversation last night I probably would've said no but since we did then there is little point in trying to cover up what we talked about!" His voice held similar frustration but he wasn't angry.
Scott looked down at the table in front of him and stared at it, deep in thought. His frown deepened.
Jeff flinched.
He hadn't meant to sound that harsh so to lighten the mood he walked over to where Scott sat and smiled down at him mischievously.
"Besides, with two covert and oh so graceful spies like Alan and Gordon on the loose it won't be long before one of your brothers start asking questions." He kept his voice light in an attempt to ease his son's worries.
It worked because Scott looked up at his father and smiled.
"I guess you're right about that Dad." He laughed. "Neither of them like being left out of the loop."
"Just remember what I told you last night. Let them ask first and don't let your Grandma over hear you, ok?" Jeff smiled back and placed the cup, Scott's cup that he had just refilled with hot coffee, back on the table in front of the very stunned Scott Tracy.
Kicking himself for not noticing what his father had been doing Scott laughed and shook his head.
"Thanks Dad." He replied gratefully and returned his father's smile.
With that Jeff turned and left the kitchen, smiling to himself as he went.
Sighing loudly Scott turned his attention to his newly refilled cup of coffee and thoughts of how he was going to handle his brothers when they came in for breakfast.
Glancing up at the clock on the counter he discovered that it was now 7:30am.
'Not long now.' He thought apprehensively.
Putting the coffee cup back down he reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out the photograph which he had grabbed from the draw of his nightstand before making his way to the kitchen.
Staring at it hard he echoed the same question that had troubled his mind the previous night but no matter how hard he thought about it, he still didn't have an answer.
"Where do I start?" He whispered the question aloud just as he had done the night before but the empty kitchen provided him with the same answer as his empty bedroom.
Complete silence.
TBC
Yay! I'm actually getting there! The reason this chapter is a wee bit on the small side is because I tried writing the great revelation as one big chapter but it just gave me a headache so I've started again and split it in two. This is the first part and I will try and complete the second (and most important) part as quickly as possible, and remember that any and all thoughts and ideas for this story are welcome with open arms. ;-)
Thanks reviewers!
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ONCE FORGOTTEN
I'm back! With another chapter and the guys, of course.
Gordon: "Yep! Can't forget us!"
DyMonda: "That hasn't stopped me from trying yet."
Virgil: "Hey, lighten up. If it wasn't for us then you wouldn't have a story."
(Stops and thinks for a moment)
DyMonda: "Good point."
Scott: "Don't encourage her Virg. It's bad enough she's got me going all teary."
Gordon: "Yeah, what's next? Virgil in pink.. John in hysterics..Alan grown up?
(Pointed glares from the three in question)
DyMonda: "One Earth shattering revelation at a time please."
Virgil: "Hey! I know! How about we paint flowers on Thunderbird 4 and call it a
Water Lily."
(Laughter all round)
Gordon: "Haha! Very funny." (Grumbles loudly)
Alan: "I still think she's a fanfic terrorist!"
John: "I'm not a violent person by nature but now I'm going to make an exception."
(WHACK!!!)
Alan: "Owww! What did you do that for!!"
Chapter 4 - Curious Questions.
Sunrise peeked over the horizon, throwing rays of soft warm light like a blanket over the small island and its still slumbering occupants. Well, mostly slumbering.
Jeff Tracy hadn't slept well partly due to the heated conversation he had had with his eldest son the previous night but mostly due to the painful memories that had come to the surface because of it.
No matter how hard he tried it seemed like every time he was about to drop off another flashback of the little girl with light blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes pulled his mind back from the brink of oblivion.
So, when 5a.m rolled round he decided to give up on trying to sleep and just get up and go for an early breakfast.
Dressed and wide awake he had then proceeded to make his way to the kitchen where he made the morning coffee of which he grabbed a cup and then sat down at the table with a magazine to wait for the rest of the household to wake.
That was nearly two hours ago now and he was not at all surprised by the first person who walked into the kitchen.
"Good morning Scott. Sleep well?" He asked peering over the top of his magazine, which he had already read cover, to cover but kept him occupied never the less, to watch his eldest son.
Scott was startled when his father spoke, he honestly thought he was alone as his father would normally be hard at work on corporate business already and not still in the kitchen drinking coffee.
Shaking it off he smiled and sat down opposite Jeff, his own cup of coffee in hand.
"OK I guess. You?" He answered taking in his father's slightly slouched posture and the darkened patches under his eyes, his smile quickly became a grin.
Jeff arched an eyebrow, in a clearly sarcastic 'What do you think?' way before turning his attention back to his magazine.
Scott laughed and focused his own attention on the steadily cooling cup of coffee in front of him.
They passed the time in silence only interrupted occasionally by Scott placing his cup back down on the table after taking a sip and Jeff turning a page of his magazine.
After about 20 minutes Jeff finally closed his magazine and placed it down on the table next to his empty coffee cup.
He leaned back in his chair, folded his arms and stared hard at his eldest child, almost as if he was judging him for something.
Scott hadn't noticed his father's stare and continued to absently play with the now empty cup on the table in front of him.
"What do you plan to tell them?" His question was short, to the point and something that Jeff needed to know.
At last, blue eyes shot up to stare back at him, coffee cup forgotten.
"You still want me to tell them?!" Scott asked back, completely stunned.
He hadn't been expecting that. Although he remembered what his father had told him the previous night clearly, he still wasn't sure whether or not Jeff had changed his mind during the night.
The apparent shock he felt inside must have shown on his face because Jeff smiled suddenly and unfolded his arms to lean across the table and snatch up Scott's forgotten coffee cup.
"What! Did you think I was joking?" He laughed as he got up and walked over to the coffee pot and poured another cup of coffee.
Scott just stared at him in shock, and then confusion. He just couldn't believe his father wanted all this out in the open now.
'I mean yeah, I can understand last night because we were both highly strung and emotional but can he seriously want me to tell them?!' he thought irritably.
Turning back from the coffee pot Jeff saw the confused frown on his son's face and sighed in frustration.
"Look Scott, I know what you're thinking and believe me if we hadn't had our little and somewhat loud conversation last night I probably would've said no but since we did then there is little point in trying to cover up what we talked about!" His voice held similar frustration but he wasn't angry.
Scott looked down at the table in front of him and stared at it, deep in thought. His frown deepened.
Jeff flinched.
He hadn't meant to sound that harsh so to lighten the mood he walked over to where Scott sat and smiled down at him mischievously.
"Besides, with two covert and oh so graceful spies like Alan and Gordon on the loose it won't be long before one of your brothers start asking questions." He kept his voice light in an attempt to ease his son's worries.
It worked because Scott looked up at his father and smiled.
"I guess you're right about that Dad." He laughed. "Neither of them like being left out of the loop."
"Just remember what I told you last night. Let them ask first and don't let your Grandma over hear you, ok?" Jeff smiled back and placed the cup, Scott's cup that he had just refilled with hot coffee, back on the table in front of the very stunned Scott Tracy.
Kicking himself for not noticing what his father had been doing Scott laughed and shook his head.
"Thanks Dad." He replied gratefully and returned his father's smile.
With that Jeff turned and left the kitchen, smiling to himself as he went.
Sighing loudly Scott turned his attention to his newly refilled cup of coffee and thoughts of how he was going to handle his brothers when they came in for breakfast.
Glancing up at the clock on the counter he discovered that it was now 7:30am.
'Not long now.' He thought apprehensively.
Putting the coffee cup back down he reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out the photograph which he had grabbed from the draw of his nightstand before making his way to the kitchen.
Staring at it hard he echoed the same question that had troubled his mind the previous night but no matter how hard he thought about it, he still didn't have an answer.
"Where do I start?" He whispered the question aloud just as he had done the night before but the empty kitchen provided him with the same answer as his empty bedroom.
Complete silence.
TBC
Yay! I'm actually getting there! The reason this chapter is a wee bit on the small side is because I tried writing the great revelation as one big chapter but it just gave me a headache so I've started again and split it in two. This is the first part and I will try and complete the second (and most important) part as quickly as possible, and remember that any and all thoughts and ideas for this story are welcome with open arms. ;-)
Thanks reviewers!
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