Disclaimer: Don't own Thunderbirds, characters etc...
Author's Note: Thanks for your reviews! I apologize for the mistakes – I'm British! I'm not clever enough for that! ;-)
And a lorry is a truck. I only know some of the American alternatives to the English language.
Onward!!!
Fate By Suzi Roberts
Chapter 8 – Which Tracy? Part C.
Dr Jackson looked up from the file.
"Tests A and C are positive. That would be..."
He looked at the chart.
"Scott and Gordon. They are both perfect matches."
There was a silence as the doctor let them take this in before he continued.
"It will be up to your brothers," he said, addressing Virgil, "To decide which one is to be the donor. When this has been confirmed we can organize a date for the transplant."
"Thank you doctor." Virgil replied quietly.
******
Virgil was deep in thought as they boarded the aircraft that would take him home.
He was seeing too much of this aircraft these days.
He didn't like the idea of Scott OR Gordon going ahead with this operation; although he knew one of them would have to.
He preferred the idea of Scott being the donor; but his thoughts were still around International Rescue and how it would cope with the two lead pilots out of action for two or three weeks.
On the other hand, Virgil felt he couldn't let Gordon be the donor. Gordon was two years his junior; and Virgil had always been very protective of him. He couldn't let him go through with something like this.
He leant back on the hard seat and closed his eyes, thoughts still whirling around in his mind.
Which brother would want to do this?
********
Virgil ran his hands along the keyboard of the grand piano that stood in the lounge. He sighed as he came to the end of the song. He'd been playing the same music for hours; over and over again.
After he and Jeff had announced the news to Scott and Gordon, they'd gone to the roundhouse to discuss it between themselves.
That had been two hours ago. They still hadn't returned and the suspense was killing Virgil.
He smiled grimly to himself . All those death clichés. He'd used them so many times, not paying attention to them. Things like, "Dad's gonna kill me." And, "I feel like death."
He sat there watching the clock for a while, then finally gave up and went outside.
******
IN THE ROUNDHOUSE
"So which one of us is it going to be, Scott?"
"Now just hang on in there, Gordo. We're not going to rush into this."
"OK, Scott. If you say so."
Scott sat down in the plump chair opposite Gordon.
He silently turned things over in his mind before beginning.
"Now, Gordon," Scott said uncomfortably. "I think it would probably be best if I was the donor..." he paused at the slightly annoyed look on Gordon's face before continuing, "Gordon. You're still only twenty two. Don't you think you're a bit..."
"Young?" Gordon finished with a sigh. "I knew you'd say that, Scott. I'm only three years younger than you. Besides, I want to help Virgil out as well."
Gordon looked at Scott defensively.
Scott looked at his hands.
"I guess you're right, Gordon," he said, much to the younger man's surprise. "This isn't a matter of age. This is about what's best for Virgil."
Gordon took a moment to accept this. It was usually a "big brother" act, or an "I know best". But this....this was different.
"Right. Let's discuss this." Scott said. "Properly."
They'd been discussing it ever since – for nearly two and a half hours.
*******
When they emerged, it was five o'clock.
The whole family were just sitting down to the feast that Josie had prepared when the two brothers had walked into the room.
Each member of the family had worn certain expressions.
All were worried.
Most were inquisitive.
Three were on edge.
One was nervous.
Scott looked at Gordon. For once, Scott didn't want to be the one to say it.
Gordon watched each family member's face as he said the words. The words he and Scott had been discussing all afternoon.
"We've decided."
Gordon looked over at his father.
"It's Scott."
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End Note: Chapter Nine coming soon! Please review! Sorry it's so short this time!
Author's Note: Thanks for your reviews! I apologize for the mistakes – I'm British! I'm not clever enough for that! ;-)
And a lorry is a truck. I only know some of the American alternatives to the English language.
Onward!!!
Fate By Suzi Roberts
Chapter 8 – Which Tracy? Part C.
Dr Jackson looked up from the file.
"Tests A and C are positive. That would be..."
He looked at the chart.
"Scott and Gordon. They are both perfect matches."
There was a silence as the doctor let them take this in before he continued.
"It will be up to your brothers," he said, addressing Virgil, "To decide which one is to be the donor. When this has been confirmed we can organize a date for the transplant."
"Thank you doctor." Virgil replied quietly.
******
Virgil was deep in thought as they boarded the aircraft that would take him home.
He was seeing too much of this aircraft these days.
He didn't like the idea of Scott OR Gordon going ahead with this operation; although he knew one of them would have to.
He preferred the idea of Scott being the donor; but his thoughts were still around International Rescue and how it would cope with the two lead pilots out of action for two or three weeks.
On the other hand, Virgil felt he couldn't let Gordon be the donor. Gordon was two years his junior; and Virgil had always been very protective of him. He couldn't let him go through with something like this.
He leant back on the hard seat and closed his eyes, thoughts still whirling around in his mind.
Which brother would want to do this?
********
Virgil ran his hands along the keyboard of the grand piano that stood in the lounge. He sighed as he came to the end of the song. He'd been playing the same music for hours; over and over again.
After he and Jeff had announced the news to Scott and Gordon, they'd gone to the roundhouse to discuss it between themselves.
That had been two hours ago. They still hadn't returned and the suspense was killing Virgil.
He smiled grimly to himself . All those death clichés. He'd used them so many times, not paying attention to them. Things like, "Dad's gonna kill me." And, "I feel like death."
He sat there watching the clock for a while, then finally gave up and went outside.
******
IN THE ROUNDHOUSE
"So which one of us is it going to be, Scott?"
"Now just hang on in there, Gordo. We're not going to rush into this."
"OK, Scott. If you say so."
Scott sat down in the plump chair opposite Gordon.
He silently turned things over in his mind before beginning.
"Now, Gordon," Scott said uncomfortably. "I think it would probably be best if I was the donor..." he paused at the slightly annoyed look on Gordon's face before continuing, "Gordon. You're still only twenty two. Don't you think you're a bit..."
"Young?" Gordon finished with a sigh. "I knew you'd say that, Scott. I'm only three years younger than you. Besides, I want to help Virgil out as well."
Gordon looked at Scott defensively.
Scott looked at his hands.
"I guess you're right, Gordon," he said, much to the younger man's surprise. "This isn't a matter of age. This is about what's best for Virgil."
Gordon took a moment to accept this. It was usually a "big brother" act, or an "I know best". But this....this was different.
"Right. Let's discuss this." Scott said. "Properly."
They'd been discussing it ever since – for nearly two and a half hours.
*******
When they emerged, it was five o'clock.
The whole family were just sitting down to the feast that Josie had prepared when the two brothers had walked into the room.
Each member of the family had worn certain expressions.
All were worried.
Most were inquisitive.
Three were on edge.
One was nervous.
Scott looked at Gordon. For once, Scott didn't want to be the one to say it.
Gordon watched each family member's face as he said the words. The words he and Scott had been discussing all afternoon.
"We've decided."
Gordon looked over at his father.
"It's Scott."
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End Note: Chapter Nine coming soon! Please review! Sorry it's so short this time!
