Disclaimer: I don't own Thunderbirds, but I know a company who does!
CARLTON!
This is my very first fanfic ever! So please show mercy.. I know I suck at
the moment, but you know what they say.things can only go up from here (and
I don't mean in smoke!) Ha, ha I made a joke;-) I would be grateful for any
helpful hints or info.
It's Always The Talented Ones.
Chapter One:
Jeff Tracy sat at his desk in the lounge of the villa, waiting. Just waiting. Suddenly a familiar beeping filled his ears and he looked up from his desk to where five portraits hung on the far wall. Portraits of his five sons, each adorning a blue uniform and sash.
"Go ahead Scott". The live face of Jeff's eldest appeared in place of the still portrait.
"Father, the fire's been contained, and we managed to get all the kids out of the school just before the fire reached the boiler room in the basement".
"Any casualties?" Jeff enquired with a slight look of worry in his eyes.
"Some of the kids suffered cuts and bruises but nothing serious, and we're all fine father", Scott answered, the second part with sincerity in his voice. A look of relief appeared on Jeff's face.
"Good work boys. Pack up and come home. Grandma will have lunch ready by the time you arrive" Jeff replied smiling.
"F.A.B father", and Scott's image changed back to the still portrait.
Exactly 3 hrs and 24 minutes later the sound of jet engines could be heard as Thunderbird One gracefully descended into it's hanger under the pool, followed a few minutes later by the sound of Thunderbird Two landing and reversing into it's own hanger.
Ten minutes later, Scott, Virgil, and Gordon walked into the lounge looking exhausted and covered head to foot in black soot and dirt.
"Well, looks like you guys had a wild time" Alan smirked poking his blond head over the top of the couch. "Gee, thanks Alan, next time we'll let you walk into the towering inferno" Gordon shot back smiling. The three standing, stepped up to their father's desk to be debriefed.
Jeff gazed up at his sons. They all looked tired, Virgil in particular, but that was nothing a good night's sleep wouldn't cure. "Well done boys. I'm proud of you" Jeff announced smiling warmly at the three sooty faces in front of him. He debriefed them quickly so they could all get to lunch.
Virgil suddenly sneezed sending a large cloud of soot to the floor, causing Alan to start giggling. "You lot look like the chimney sweeps out of Mary Poppins!" Alan sputtered between giggles, earning him three mirrored glares. At that point Gordon took off his sash and threw it at Alan, he yelped as it hit him in the chest showering him in black dust.
"HEY, THAT'S NOT FUNNY GORDON!" Alan hollered standing up and looking flustered due to the unexpected flying object. Unable to help it they all broke into laughter, even Jeff hid a smile. "Serves you right Alan" Scott replied calmly to his annoyed sibling.
"Yeah Alan, it's hilarious!" Virgil smiled at his little brother, who was now bright red in the face, giving him the resemblance of a little cherub. "That's enough boys. Scott, Gordon, Virgil, go get cleaned up and we'll meet you in the kitchen for dinner. All three were still smiling as they left the lounge and their disgruntled brother to shower and wash.
Later that afternoon after lunch, the majority of the Island's inhabitants were sat, either around the pool in the heat of the mid July sun or in the lounge when the mail plane finally flew over the Island. 4 hours late.
Alan who went to retrieve the mail drop jogged back from the beach with the padded box in his hands passing Gordon and Tin-Tin by the pool. He was opening the box even before he entered the lounge and was soon sifting through its contents.
"Looks like John's astrophysics book has finally arrived. That'll keep him out of my hair for a while", Alan grumbled as he put the wrapped book on the coffee table.
Sifting further Alan suddenly stopped, raising an eyebrow in Virgil's direction at the piano, where he was in the middle of a beautiful Jazz melody. Virgil stopped mid verse and looked up as he felt his brother's stare on him. "What", Virgil asked curiously as Alan started to walk over.
"There's a letter here for you. Looks important", Alan stated looking equally curious as he handed the letter to his brother. Virgil just stared at the letter for a moment, as if waiting for it to read itself before he finally ripped open the white envelope. As he pulled the letter free from it's coverings and began to read it, Gordon and Tin-Tin walked in to check the mail, which Alan had now handed to his father at his desk.
Gordon crossed the room and sat down on one of the lounge chairs in front of the white baby grand piano. Scott, who Gordon was now sat next to, looked up from his newspaper. "Here dad, it says here that the new 'Air Global Corporation' building is being unveiled today in Detroit", Scott stated the article he was reading. "Hey isn't that the corporation that funded the Fire Flash project?" Jeff looked up at Gordon's question. "That's right son", Jeff confirmed.
"What's the matter Virgil? You look like you've just seen a ghost", Tin-Tin asked, concern clearly showing in here face. She had been watching him read the letter, and was the only one to notice his brown eyes widen and the color suddenly drain from his tanned face. The rest of the room all turned to where Virgil still sat at the piano after he didn't answer Tin-Tin.
"Virgil, are you alright", Jeff asked, looking slightly concerned at his son's pale expression. "Come on Virg, that letter must say something good. Because you look like you've just been up in Thunderbird Two with Gordon at the controls!" Alan grinned as Gordon shot him an evil look. Gordon didn't like flying at the best of times, and he HATED being the one in the pilot seat.
This made Virgil look up, startled. "What was that Alan?" he asked, he had not listened to a word, but he heard his name mentioned.
"What's in the letter?" Alan asked, getting frustrated with his brothers lack of awareness. Scott got up and walked over. Standing behind Virgil he read the letter from over Virgil's shoulder and a grin spread across his face. "Congratulations Virgil, we knew you had talent, but we never knew you were famous," Scott said patting his hand on Virgil's shoulder. Virgil blushed. "What's it say!" Alan asked even more frustrated with the cryptic sentences.
"Everyone, Virgil has been asked to attend The 2026 International Musicians Convention!"
TBC...
"What do I do now Scott?" Scott: "Don't ask me your drivin'!!!" "Na I thought you were drivin!" Scott: "Na, I was sleepin. Your that boring!" Alan: "WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!" Virgil: "Shut up Alan, you'll give away the plot" Alan: "WE'RE ALL GONNA..(whack) AAHHHH" Gordon: "Nice shot John!" John: "Yeah, but that was the last cup of coffee we had" ALL: "WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE" "Another rescue successfully completed!"
It's Always The Talented Ones.
Chapter One:
Jeff Tracy sat at his desk in the lounge of the villa, waiting. Just waiting. Suddenly a familiar beeping filled his ears and he looked up from his desk to where five portraits hung on the far wall. Portraits of his five sons, each adorning a blue uniform and sash.
"Go ahead Scott". The live face of Jeff's eldest appeared in place of the still portrait.
"Father, the fire's been contained, and we managed to get all the kids out of the school just before the fire reached the boiler room in the basement".
"Any casualties?" Jeff enquired with a slight look of worry in his eyes.
"Some of the kids suffered cuts and bruises but nothing serious, and we're all fine father", Scott answered, the second part with sincerity in his voice. A look of relief appeared on Jeff's face.
"Good work boys. Pack up and come home. Grandma will have lunch ready by the time you arrive" Jeff replied smiling.
"F.A.B father", and Scott's image changed back to the still portrait.
Exactly 3 hrs and 24 minutes later the sound of jet engines could be heard as Thunderbird One gracefully descended into it's hanger under the pool, followed a few minutes later by the sound of Thunderbird Two landing and reversing into it's own hanger.
Ten minutes later, Scott, Virgil, and Gordon walked into the lounge looking exhausted and covered head to foot in black soot and dirt.
"Well, looks like you guys had a wild time" Alan smirked poking his blond head over the top of the couch. "Gee, thanks Alan, next time we'll let you walk into the towering inferno" Gordon shot back smiling. The three standing, stepped up to their father's desk to be debriefed.
Jeff gazed up at his sons. They all looked tired, Virgil in particular, but that was nothing a good night's sleep wouldn't cure. "Well done boys. I'm proud of you" Jeff announced smiling warmly at the three sooty faces in front of him. He debriefed them quickly so they could all get to lunch.
Virgil suddenly sneezed sending a large cloud of soot to the floor, causing Alan to start giggling. "You lot look like the chimney sweeps out of Mary Poppins!" Alan sputtered between giggles, earning him three mirrored glares. At that point Gordon took off his sash and threw it at Alan, he yelped as it hit him in the chest showering him in black dust.
"HEY, THAT'S NOT FUNNY GORDON!" Alan hollered standing up and looking flustered due to the unexpected flying object. Unable to help it they all broke into laughter, even Jeff hid a smile. "Serves you right Alan" Scott replied calmly to his annoyed sibling.
"Yeah Alan, it's hilarious!" Virgil smiled at his little brother, who was now bright red in the face, giving him the resemblance of a little cherub. "That's enough boys. Scott, Gordon, Virgil, go get cleaned up and we'll meet you in the kitchen for dinner. All three were still smiling as they left the lounge and their disgruntled brother to shower and wash.
Later that afternoon after lunch, the majority of the Island's inhabitants were sat, either around the pool in the heat of the mid July sun or in the lounge when the mail plane finally flew over the Island. 4 hours late.
Alan who went to retrieve the mail drop jogged back from the beach with the padded box in his hands passing Gordon and Tin-Tin by the pool. He was opening the box even before he entered the lounge and was soon sifting through its contents.
"Looks like John's astrophysics book has finally arrived. That'll keep him out of my hair for a while", Alan grumbled as he put the wrapped book on the coffee table.
Sifting further Alan suddenly stopped, raising an eyebrow in Virgil's direction at the piano, where he was in the middle of a beautiful Jazz melody. Virgil stopped mid verse and looked up as he felt his brother's stare on him. "What", Virgil asked curiously as Alan started to walk over.
"There's a letter here for you. Looks important", Alan stated looking equally curious as he handed the letter to his brother. Virgil just stared at the letter for a moment, as if waiting for it to read itself before he finally ripped open the white envelope. As he pulled the letter free from it's coverings and began to read it, Gordon and Tin-Tin walked in to check the mail, which Alan had now handed to his father at his desk.
Gordon crossed the room and sat down on one of the lounge chairs in front of the white baby grand piano. Scott, who Gordon was now sat next to, looked up from his newspaper. "Here dad, it says here that the new 'Air Global Corporation' building is being unveiled today in Detroit", Scott stated the article he was reading. "Hey isn't that the corporation that funded the Fire Flash project?" Jeff looked up at Gordon's question. "That's right son", Jeff confirmed.
"What's the matter Virgil? You look like you've just seen a ghost", Tin-Tin asked, concern clearly showing in here face. She had been watching him read the letter, and was the only one to notice his brown eyes widen and the color suddenly drain from his tanned face. The rest of the room all turned to where Virgil still sat at the piano after he didn't answer Tin-Tin.
"Virgil, are you alright", Jeff asked, looking slightly concerned at his son's pale expression. "Come on Virg, that letter must say something good. Because you look like you've just been up in Thunderbird Two with Gordon at the controls!" Alan grinned as Gordon shot him an evil look. Gordon didn't like flying at the best of times, and he HATED being the one in the pilot seat.
This made Virgil look up, startled. "What was that Alan?" he asked, he had not listened to a word, but he heard his name mentioned.
"What's in the letter?" Alan asked, getting frustrated with his brothers lack of awareness. Scott got up and walked over. Standing behind Virgil he read the letter from over Virgil's shoulder and a grin spread across his face. "Congratulations Virgil, we knew you had talent, but we never knew you were famous," Scott said patting his hand on Virgil's shoulder. Virgil blushed. "What's it say!" Alan asked even more frustrated with the cryptic sentences.
"Everyone, Virgil has been asked to attend The 2026 International Musicians Convention!"
TBC...
"What do I do now Scott?" Scott: "Don't ask me your drivin'!!!" "Na I thought you were drivin!" Scott: "Na, I was sleepin. Your that boring!" Alan: "WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!" Virgil: "Shut up Alan, you'll give away the plot" Alan: "WE'RE ALL GONNA..(whack) AAHHHH" Gordon: "Nice shot John!" John: "Yeah, but that was the last cup of coffee we had" ALL: "WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE" "Another rescue successfully completed!"