Disclaimer: I don't own Thunderbirds
Yeah….the bits in italics I have kind of take from The Subtle Knife, where Lyra is under the sleeping drug in the world of the dead…not as dramatic though…
Remember Me?
Chapter 3: one 'Holly Hazel'
The endless buzz of nothingness, she felt nothing, smelt nothing, saw nothing. Blackness…that's what it was. 'This must be death.
…the broken mind had entered a…no, 'the' trance….her thoughts, a sweeping muddle that together made up a void. Everything was half-forgotten, the memory remaining…but with no thought attached. She was like a string of emotions, thoughts, life…and she swam in and out of knowledge.
No, it wasn't knowledge….it was something completely different.
John Tracy manoeuvred Thunderbird 2 through the skies. Virgil, Gordon and Brains were discussing the body they had found in the snow. They were standing behind him in the small sick bay. Their rescued body was a young woman, she was quite cute apparently, Virgil had told him. But also apparently, she was deep in a coma. Where should they take her? Maybe a hospital wouldn't be suitable…
She felt a wind on her face…no, that wasn't wind. She didn't investigate further and she forgot about it after a second. Memory was no-longer a thing, memory itself was a memory….so she had never remembered it…. And the mind plunged further into depths of mind.
A beep was heard. Brains' voice drifted in methodically from the other room.
"Virgil, could you
please g-g-g-show me t-those results that have c-c-come through for me please?" Footsteps were heard walking over to a computer where a file had arrived from The National DNA Database, a useful new store of peoples' DNA used for identifying people.
Virgil sighed as he picked up a piece of paper from a printer tray. "The wonders of science, hey Gordy! Yeppo Brains…girl, age 19, date of birth – 16th May…." He kept on reading out a long list of facts. It was amazing to him that there was a file like this for everyone on the planet…even himself! "…name, one 'Holly Hazel'…lives in…" Virgil kept on talking plainly like nothing was amazing about that name...
In the main area John was sitting ridged in his pilot's chair. Had he just heard correctly? Or was his guilty mind playing up again.. He had never got over the guilt and sorrow he had felt when he left Holly. Never really got over it, never really forgot, just like he had promised. He smiled to himself reminiscently and pushed the auto-pilot button as he got up and walked shakily to the sick bay.
He stopped at the door and turned round in it slowly. His young face looked down at the young lady lying limp on the bed. "Holly?" his voice croaked softly and he fell to his knees weakly.
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