Disclaimer: I don't own Thunderbirds.
FlashFictionFriday #122 "Not Alone"
The low hubbub of noise washed over him where he lay, eyes closed. He didn't often take a lazy day, but occasionally one was well deserved. The paperwork was all done, a seemingly impossible situation that had come to fruition due to a lull in rescues and some extra hours pulled by John to help get the last few dregs finished, and Scott was basking in his freedom.
Earlier had seen him throwing himself into family time with brothers he felt like he'd been neglecting recently, but his energy had been well and truly zapped by the mental drain from the paperwork and now he was ready to crash.
It made him feel rather like an old man, needing a midday nap after the morning took everything he had. Gordon had even helpfully pointed out the comparison, like the annoying little brother he was.
He'd elected to crash out on a sofa in the den, rather than shutting himself away in his bedroom. It left him vulnerable to his siblings and their potential mischief, but after being mentally separated by the pile of paperwork for the past few days, Scott was willing to take the risk.
So far, there had been no pranks, tickle wars or dive-bombing on top of him, so Scott considered it a win.
Instead, he was being serenaded by gentle strains of melody from the piano, where Virgil had settled down to play something quiet and soothing that he vaguely recognised but couldn't name. Out in the pool, splashes and distant shouts indicated the location of his youngest brothers. Above it all, but too hushed for the words to be audible, the low murmur of conversation between John and Kayo intertwined with the piano melody.
The only thing that would have made it better would have been if he couldn't also hear threatening noises of the grandmother in the kitchen variety, but while his stomach lived in dread of the outcome, it just wouldn't be the same if she wasn't trying once again to make something edible.
Surrounded by the noises of his family, Scott drifted off into a much-needed doze, content that he was not alone.
I wrote this in mid-October, right in the middle of Whumptober - a small snippet of fluff to break up the otherwise pretty torrid time of it Scott was having with me!
Thanks for reading!
Tsari