ldsgeek: Tea? They eat a big meal for tea? "sigh" I"ll never understand you brits "shakes head" Wait does tea means dinner in the UK and other places?
Yes it does, my friend, dinner or tea, doesn't matter what you call it.
Raen: Once again, you are a crazy kook my buddy-ol-pal! Tell you what, I'll post more of mine if you post more of yours! Of course Addie is a kiwi and of course I had to plug LOTR! How could I not?? Thanks for reading, even though you aint a TB fan. You're a great friend! hugs
Angelina2: Glad you're enjoying the story! there will be more Gordie/Addie moments of course, what kinda romance would it be without?? Yeah, I know, a few mistakes, sorry. I try to squash them, but occasionally they slip through my net. Well, try to bear with me, mmm kay? And please keep on reading!
S.C. Tracy: Okay. Thank you for reading and reviewing! And thanks for pointing that out, I didn't notice. whoops But I've fixed it now. Thank you again!
yveybevy: Yes, romance will come, soon! i'm gonna do my best to make it as romancy as I can! (And yeah, I like that image too... reow....)
Charl - Mrs Gordon Tracy: LOL yeah, a problem I have with a lot of fics I READ! I'll do my best, promise!
And to everyone previous: Thank you so much for your reviews! I do take your suggestions seriously, and I appreciate whatever you have to say! Thank you and goodnight!
CHAPTER TEN: Moonlight Sonata
"Gordon, cn u cm 2 NZ? My aunt died, I need u hr plz" Gordon took a deep breath and glanced up at the clock on the wall. Nearly midnight. The one time of the day when everyone shut up at once because they're all asleep. Deeply asleep. Gordon had taken off in the night before, but always before on a boat. This was the first time he'd nicked the plane.
She needed him. She needed him where she was and he had to go to her. He didn't have time to stop for permission. He'd tried to tell Alan, but he'd just mumbled and gone back to sleep.
Taking off his shoes, he tiptoed across the lounge to the stairs that lead to the smaller hangar- the only one visible on the whole island. Due to the time difference, he could get out and be in Christchurch before ten, and his father wouldn't know a thing about it until tomorrow. He'd call home then, tell them where he was.
Closing the door silently behind him, Gordon tiptoed down the stairs to the hangar floor. The small red plane stood in the centre, gleaming softly in the moonlight. Gordon gritted his teeth. Of course, he could fly it. They all could. It wasn't hard. He was just better at the boat.
Softly, he climbed into the plane, dropping his bag into the back seat. This better work. He sarted the engine. The sound seemed to fill up the night, proclaiming his actions to the world. Gordon stilled his shaking hands and taxied the plane out, expecting his father to be on him at any second. But nothing happened. He revved the engine and shot forward, taking off into the night sky.
In his room, Jeff Tracy muttered, "FAB boys. Go get em," before rolling over and falling back into deep slumber.
(IR)/
"Morning, Dad," mumbled Alan as he shuffled into the kitchen. His father was standing by the window, smiling contentedly.
"Good morning, son. Sleep well?"
"Yeah, but I think something woke me up in the middle of the night. Well, I think. I woke up anyway, but went back to sleep. I hate it when that happens," Alan grumbled. Jeff patted his shoulder.
"I wouldn't worry about it son. Probably you were dreaming." The two went and sat down at the breakfast table, where Scott was already sitting, drinking coffee and reading the paper.
"Morning," said Scott evenly. Jeff and Alan replied in kind and sat down.
"Where's Virgil?" asked Jeff, looking around. Scott glanced up.
"He went to wake up Gordon." At that point, Virgil returned, looking puzzled.
"He's not in his room."
Jeff sighed. "I wouldn't worry, boys, he's probably gone for an early swim. He'll be in for food." But when he didn't appear, and it turned eleven o'clock, they were all worried.
"Where is he?" Jeff demanded. His three remaining sons all shook their heads.
"Don't know, father."
"Beats me."
"I wouldn't have the foggiest." Then Tin-tin burst in.
"Mr Tracy! Ladybird's gone!" Jeff stood abruptly and almost slammed his finger on the communicator. Alan glanced at Scott and Virgil nervously.
"This is Tracy Island to Gordon, come in. Right. Now."
(IR)/
Gordon groaned and sat up, rubbing his forehead. The room was still dim, due to the curtains pulled tightly across the wide windows of Addie's aunt's house.
What he did know was he wasn't alone in his hired bed. He leaned over, face a mix of emotions as he gazed at the sleeping face of his companion. She looked positively angelic, her red hair curling over her face and bare shoulders. He couldn't leave her now. She'd been so upset when he'd reached her, so miserable and hurt. He couldn't leave her to sleep alone in this house.
A faint buzzing came from the pile of clothes on the floor, and Gordon blinked stupidly, his head still sleep-fuzzled.Addie stirred.
"Gordie? Who's here?"
"Just me," he assured her. It was worth a tongue-lashing from his father, if he could stay two more days with her. She nestled closer to him, wrapping her arm around his waist.
I'm glad you're here, she whispered. I don't know what I'd do without you.
Of course I'm here. How could I leave you alone at a time like this? I'm here for you, whenever you need me. He kissed her forehead, holding her gently.
A/N: Ooooh, Gordon's in trouble now.... see how much, next time!