EverythingI have to say is at the bottom. Read and enjoy.
Miss Elizabeth Blakeney
P.S. I will never own Thunderbirds. (sad, ain't it?)
Chapter 40: Epilogue
Months passed and life slowly returned to normal…well as normal as the Tracys ever got.
"Gordon, I swear by all that is sacred, I will rip your head from your body and stick it on the flag pole! I will steal one sock from each of your pairs! I will…kill you, dig you up, clone you, and then kill all your clones!" (I don't own Madagascar either-is my favorite line, had to put it in) The boy in question was currently hiding in a broom closet off the main hall, guffawing silently as his sister's voice rang throughout the house. Sisters were great! Why didn't his dad think of this sooner! Within the last three days, he had placed whoopee cushions in no less then four of her seats before she noticed, done the old feather and shaving cream bit on her, given her five Wet Willies, and now, had just successfully exchanged her shampoo for a rather delightful shade of hair dye.
"Lona, what on earth is going on? You're making enough noise to…AGH! UM…that is…ahhh…a new hairdo? It's…ahem…definitely a change."
"Gordon put PINK hair dye in my shampoo bottle! If it is permanent, Dad, I'm going to KILL him!" And it was definitely pink, a pink that almost put Lady Penelope to shame. On Lona, it was…not her cup of tea. Jeff was giving his attempt not to laugh a very manful try, and was failing miserably.
"I'm sure it's not permanent. Gordon's not that…insane as to permanently dye your hair pink. Even if it is, we can always get another dye to cover it. I'll go look for Master Gordon Tracy. I think Scott and Virgil needed you to help them on TB 2."
"FAB, Dad." The exasperation in her voice was plentiful, as she turned stoically to face the glee her brothers were sure to have on seeing her current predicament.
Jeff was sitting calmly in his office, attempting to curb the multiplying to paperwork from both International Rescue and his company.
"I swear it breeds like rabbits," he muttered while he signed yet another sheet of paper before grabbing a new sheet and repeating the arduous process over again.
Suddenly, the klaxon rang harshly. Jeff quickly used the palm reader to switch his office into mission control, and switched on the screen to Thunderbird 5.
"John, what have you got for us?"
"Oil spill, Dad. Off the coast of Spain. The scientists are very concerned about the ecosystem and the there have already been several reports of injured, ill, and dead animals. The Spanish government needs help, and could only think of turning to us."
"Understood, John. Tell them we'll be bringing a water craft, Mobile Control, and plenty of muscle."
"FAB, Dad. Have fun and stay clean."
"Not likely." By then, his children had already made their way to the control room. Looking around, he saw they had heard the message and knew what to take. Turning the island command room over to Brains, he quickly outlined his preliminary plan.
"Scott, I want you and Lona to take off and set up Mobile Control. Lona, I want you to be in command on this one. You're good at making sure the government cooperates; you must be taking lessons from Penny."
"Jeff, my dear boy, all one must do is calmly explain the situation. These things always work themselves out." The boys all chuckled at her fake English accent. Jeff smiled, then attempted a mock frown.
"Get out of here. We've got work to do. Oh and Lona, better where a kerchief or something to cover your…dye job." A glare was sent Gordon's way before she leveled her gaze back on the Commander.
"FAB." Walking confidently to the tube heading towards THUNDERBIRD 1, she allowed one brief, proud smile. Who would have thought her life would have taken such a turn? An International Rescue operative, about to command a major mission, and a loving family to aid her every step of the way; everything was surprisingly good. Executing a perfect military turn, she looked her father, the one who had always been her father, in the eye and smiled.
"Thunderbirds Are Go!"
The End
…Allow me a moment…alright I think I'm good. OMG! IT'S DONE! IT'S FINALLY DONE! (runs around room screaming and dancing with joy)
Ok, I'm good this time, I swear. Well. It's been a little while. I started this the January of my freshman year and I am now about to start my senior year. (sigh-doesn't speak much for my posting does it?) Sorry about that.
Now here's the part where you all will probably hit me and I don't blame you. Lona's story is not done. (dodges random things flying my way) When I began this story, basically the events in this story in about half the chapters were planned to take place. However, as it grew in scope, I realized that there was more to learn. Questions such as what exactly was the project that Lona was working on and the Hood wanted so badly? were still not answered. And I realized that Danvers, Lona's biological father, had more of a story to be told. So, lucky me and you, dear readers, this is not truly the end. There will be a sequel, not nearly as long (praying hard) that will take place the summer after the end of my tale. Many surprises, both good and bad, still lay ahead for our heroes.
I don't know when I will begin posting chapters for the sequel (title is also nonexistent at the moment), but I hope it will not be too long. Until then, I am attempting to wrap up quickly my Star Wars story and work on a new one, this time a Yu-Gi-Oh one (don't ask, stupid plot bunny bit really hard until I started this one) that looks to be long. I hope to work on the Yu-Gi-Oh one and the sequel to Trouble With Tracys at the same time, and finish the sequel quickly. Will try to keep everyone posted on that. Just check my profile or email me. I will gladly accept any emails telling me to get my behind in gear and write the stories. I need all the help I can get.
Thanks are due to so many people. To my dear friends at college who put up with me talking about Thunderbirds when they could have cared less and how actually gave good suggestions when I was stumped by something. Thanks are also do Katya, who helped me with ideas, beta read until obligations hindered her, and who told me I had to write the sequel because it was in her words "evil". Thanks go to Jessica, a friend from home who has been reading my story and has given me a great insight into readers. Thanks to Anderson for making such a great TV show and Frakes for making a movie that does indeed pay homage to the great show (not perfect, but what is anymore?).
Thanks also goes to all you readers who have stuck by me:
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Corporal Nottingham
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And so many others! Thanks a bunch! Please keep checking back. It's not over yet!
P.S. If I can get my everything done right, there might be a preview for the next story posted in this story before the sequel comes out. No promises, but that's my plan.