I have a new goal in life! To join the RAF, I filled out a mock application form for the Army today in School and wrote out a CV. And considering their were no other jobs available that I liked the look of I thought, 'why not follow in Scott Tracy's footsteps?' Only, I'm not joining USAF... but you get the idea?
I'm just a 15 year old who is dreading a mock interview with an Air force officer, how am I supposed to tell him/her I want to join because the Thunderbirds inspired me to do so!
Anyway rant over...
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Thunderbirds or any of the characters used in this work of fiction except for the ones I have created.
WARNING: Strong language, don't read if you are going to be offended by this.
Thank you to all who reviewed, much appreciated!
Tikatu: Why didn't I think of Lady Penelope? I can't believe I forgot about her, though that possibility totally slipped my mind.
I may get a lot of things mixed up in this story as I don't have the knowledge of each ship's special functions, just the basics. But I will work with what I do know, sorry if what I write about doesn't make sense, I'm trying. :D
Loud roaring engines were heard overhead the air base situated in London as a sleek silver rocket with a pointed red nose became visible in contrast to the dark sheet of night. The impressive jet slowly lowered down from it's position until it was steadily landed on the level ground beneath it.
To speed up the time of his arrival, wanting to make it to his younger brother as soon as possible, Scott had made the difficult decision after some debating to indeed take Thunderbird 1. If there was a mission signaled during his absence then he would without a doubt be in deep trouble with his Father, not to mention the likely misfortune of the people in need of help. But he was certain he wouldn't be long, and after all the important thing was he was safely reunited with Virgil.
Having contacted the Air Base 10 minutes previous, thanks to a few business contacts involved with his Father, Scott was enabled to land without having to explain his intentions. All he was required to do now was retrieve Virgil and soon be returning to their tropical island, though he had a feeling things would not run so smoothly.
Scott of course, was hoping to accomplish this task before anyone currently residing at the Tracy residence awoke, however he was quite certain that Thunderbird 1's less than silent take off had surely ruined his hopes on that matter.
Alerted by the sudden sound of a landing taking place outside Virgil stood up from the place he was seated, a foam cup of coffee held tightly in his left hand. For the last 30 minutes he had desperately, yet in vainly tried to come up with an explanation for his lack of composure earlier. Now he had had time to think on the recent events Virgil had realized how stupid he must have sounded contacting his brother like that, he reminded himself of a 9 year old boy who had gotten lost.
With one last disappointed shake of his head, throwing the now empty cup of coffee into a provided bin and focusing on calming his nerves, Virgil slowly proceeded towards the small steel entrance to greet his brother.
Stepping out into the cool night air Virgil took in his surroundings. They were at the edge of London, here located was a small Air Base often used by his Father when visiting London. If it weren't for the shining lights running up along the runways and the security lights safely providing the artificial brightness, all would be dark and the shadowy form of Scott before him would be unknown of.
He glanced towards his best friend to see that he looked worse than he had the previous day. The black rings under his eyes were letting themselves become more and more apparent and his face was as pale as a dead mans. He also noted the way Scott's clothes seemed to be hanging from his broad frame ever so slightly, guess that's what happens when a person lives off coffee. Before Virgil had time to linger on these changes for another second he felt himself being drawn into a strong warm embrace.
Simply being in his brother's presence automatically made Virgil feel safe, it was almost as though nothing could harm him now.
Scott quickly leaned back and began examining Virgil with his eyes as though he was searching for something. Virgil frowned slightly before retracting his left arm from the older man's grip and placing it with his other in his jean's pocket. "It's okay Scott... I'm fine" Virgil assured interestingly regarding his shuffling feet.
"I was just checking you weren't injured" Scott confirmed somewhat disheartened.
Trying his best to ignore the obvious hurt in Scott's voice Virgil spoke regretfully. "I'm sorry Scott, it's just I overreacted terribly earlier and I really shouldn't have dragged you out here to get me. It could have waited until tomorrow".
Scott's anger at Virgil's apology showed clearly through his eyes, also evidently in his voice. "What the hell do you mean 'overreacted'? It's attempted bloody rape Virgil, not a fucking accidental slap to the face!"
Virgil paled at his brother's outburst as the word 'rape' sent shivers up his spine. "Scott... I wouldn't call it that okay? You interpreted the situation wrongly, despite how desperate I may have sounded, he hardly even touched me, God I wouldn't have let him." Virgil pondered on this for a brief moment before continuing "I think Oli had just had a little too much to drink, after all he had been drinking before I even arrived. I don't think he really meant to harm me..." He tried to reassure himself as much as the other.
"Bullshit. You were scared Virg and trust me I know, it takes a lot to make you lose control like you did. Meaning you obviously perceived the situation as threatening, I'm quite sure you thought he had... deeper intentions" Scott concluded, he wasn't listening to Virgil's excuses.
Shrugging Virgil let his eyes meet the blue eyed pilot. "Maybe your right who knows, but right now I just want to forget about his. Listen to me Scott, not what you want to hear. At the time it may have seemed so real and terrifying. But the more I think about it, I come to realize that the whole thing seriously wasn't that much of a deal to begin with. Though now your here, can we just... go home?" He questioned hopefully wanting nothing more to be safe in his room, looking up he saw confusion in his brother's eyes soon followed by sympathy.
"Sure, but don't think I'm going to let this go Virg. Also, Dad is going to want to know why I randomly decided to take a trip over to England in the early hours of the morning..." Scott drifted off seemingly thinking about his, a little more planning would be beneficial next time.
The artistic man cringed and moved his view towards the great machine successfully avoiding any eye contact. "Does he have to know?" Virgil noticed that Scott was nodding sympathetically at his query.
"It's embarrassing..." Virgil sighed. He dreaded the thought of his Father knowing how weak he had been, if only he had...
Virgil's thoughts were cut off as once again his brother's arms found their way around him. "He'll understand Virg don't worry. I know Dad, he'll be more concerned than anything. Maybe slightly disappointed with your judgment of this character... a little angry at me for coming to get you. But once he finds out why, he will just do what any good Father would do"
Virgil nodded showing he agreed with Scott, "Can we try not to over exaggerate? Let me tell him what happened?"
"Sure, you were there after all. Now hurry up and get inside my 'Bird, it's freezing over here!"
Virgil smirked slightly before complying with the Thunderbird's pilot and clambering into the awaiting jet that would be taking him back to his home.
As expected the few moments after the two young men's arrival home they were confronted by a very angry looking Jeff Tracy and and his second youngest standing close by.
"Scott! Where have you been? Do you have any idea how irresponsible the actions you took were? Explain now!" His Father commanded ferociously.
Scott glanced towards Virgil and nodded reassuringly.
Virgil took a deep breath and motioned to Gordon, "would it be possible to speak privately Father?"
Just as Gordon was about to object to the information being withheld from him Scott sent a sharp glance in his directionthat instantaneously silenced him.
Taking one last look at his eldest son Jeff gestured for both of the brothers to dismiss themselves. Gordon sighed knowing he was being left out once again followed closely behind by a troubled Scott, together they made their exit from the lounge and to their own rooms.
"Now, do you want to tell me what this is all about?" Jeff questioned his son impatiently just now taking in Virgil's slightly unkempt appearance.
Annoyed at having to repeat himself Virgil retold the events of the night to his Father, only this time he didn't let his weakness show through. Just because he couldn't hide how he truly felt from Scott, it didn't mean he wasn't capable of keeping his composure in the presence of his Father.
Jeff was lost for words, he certainly wasn't expecting this. Regaining his ability to speak he softly spoke to his son, "are... are you okay now?" Though he was silently praying his son would answer positively so he didn't have anything to deal with right now, he still cared greatly for Virgil's emotional stability. It was just that he wasn't exactly the most experienced man in the world when it came to being compassionate and expressing emotions, which he used as an excuse for the somewhat love lacking relationship with each of his boys.
"I'm fine," Virgil replied, "can I go now?"
"What do you plan on doing about the matter?"
Virgil shrugged, "'dunno, I'll think about it..."
His Father shook his head, "you know I love you son, I just want what's best for you."
Virgil nodded, he wanted nothing more for this conversation to be over... yet he still knew the inevitable was to come.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
There it is.
"Tell you what?" Virgil asked pretending as though he didn't know what the older man was referring to.
"That you were gay" Jeff informed.
"Dad! I'm not gay, I like girls too. And I do apologize, I suppose I need your permission to like the same sex now do I?"
"Virgil! You just remember who it is your speaking to, I'm not Scott so you had better watch what you say young man," Jeff reprimanded his son with a warning tone evident in his voice.
"Sorry Father. Can I please go now, I'm really tired?"
"You may go, and remember what I said Virgil."
"I will, goodnight" Virgil said a hasty goodbye before rapidly making his way towards his bedroom. Could that have went any worse?
A well built young man with a very defined jaw line lay unmoving on a cold hard floor. His arms were raised above his head strongly connected by two chains bolted to the stone wall behind him, securing him from any chance of escape.
Where was he?
The room occupied was a dimly lit, dull and empty square, 6 metres in width and length. There were no windows inside and the only light visible was that which peeked out from underneath the solid metal door.
What was this place?
On further inspection of the young man bound to the wall, no older than 19, red stains were noticeable covering what was left of the shredded uniform he adorned. The person was as white as a sheet and looked as though they had never washed in their whole life, though this was expected Scott thought all the whilst taking in the surroundings of this foul environment.
This... cell?
Without dwelling on this injured man's appearance any longer Scott Tracy stepped forward and brought himself down onto one knee so he was level with the stranger.
Quietly pulling on the chains in order to refrain from making any rattling Scott tried to assess to strength of the metal. Iron.
Sighing and once again nervously glancing around to assure an enemy wasn't lurking Scott lifted the boys face up revealing an expressionless pair of blank eyes... dead eyes.
Scott recoiled immediately in horror and utter disgust as the realization impacted. This person was dead, probably had been for some time now too, that would explain that horrid stench, that pale tinge of the skin, the motionless body, the obvious lack of breathing... Gordon?
Scott's eyes widened as he began to notice the silver International Rescue uniform, with the symmetrical red stripes at either side. How could he have not noticed?
Oh God...
Scott flung forwards and began shaking his younger brother hysterically, "damn it Gordon wake up!" He screamed as tears streamed void of shame down his face.
Just as Scott was about to call his deceased brother's name pointlessly once more something caught his attention in the corner of his eye.
Snapping his head to the right he laid eyes upon a devilish man dressed in a scarlet oriental robe, his eyes glinted dangerously and he wore a demonic smirk on his face.
"YOU!" Scott bellowed automatically rising to his feet and standing before his brother.
"So good to see you again too Scott. Though I must say, it really is a shame that the rest of your pathetic family couldn't be here to see their hero fall isn't it?" The Hood asked patronizingly.
"What have you done to them, where are they!" Scott demanded his anger increasing with every second that passed.
The Hood grinned menacingly, "Oh don't worry, I can assure you they have been taken care of, forever. Though there was one young man that peaked my interest, he is involved with a minion of mine you see, so I spared him his life for the time being. I was hoping perhaps you would want to see him... I however expect something in return"
"Who? Tell me where they are or I'll kill you!" Scott threatened unsuccessfully.
"Dear boy, you are either pitifully stupid, or you obviously have no idea who you are dealing with. Give me the secrets of your great technology, then maybe I will grant your will and allow you to see this... amusing man. Do you know what really is a shame? He requests for the same thing each and every time I visit him... you. But you've let him down again haven't you Scott?"
Scott stopped his rapid breathing and calmed down somewhat as the masterminds words circulated through his thoughts. There was only one person who it could be... "Virgil?"
"I commend you on your intelligence boy, yet your too late this time. And now before I kill him, you can live... if I decide to let you, with the knowledge that it was YOU who let them all down." The Hood grinned victoriously and pointed down the the dark haired man slumped at Scott's feet. "You see this one, Gordon? I had him screaming and begging for mercy as my men tortured him, your Father... he simply held too much pride to reveal anything. So as a replacement I made him watch as his youngest was beaten so immensely that he was pleading for me to kill him before I was finished. Of course I murdered your father soon after, and gained a huge amount of satisfaction after doing so may I add..."
Scott was immobilized, his family, his brothers, his father... they were all gone. His vision blurred as he felt his world fall apart around him. Collapsing to the floor beside his dead brother Scott held him in his arms wiling him to wake. Gently stroking Gordon's dust filled hair he sobbed to himself wishing for everything to be a horrible dream...
Scott's eyes snapped open in panic as he threw himself from the place he had been lying. Shuddering at the memory Scott's alert eyes scanned his surroundings to find that he was in his own room, he was safe.
Lifting shaking hands to his head he firmly dragged them down across his face forcing him to pull himself together.
Why did these horrific images always stick in his mind?The nightmares were bad enough, never mind the awful pictures that never failed to linger in his mind afterwards.
Steadying his balance he made his way towards his bedroom door, this wasn't the first time this had happened, he could deal with it... Yet why did he have the feeling that he wouldn't be able to manage alone tonight?
Cautiously stepping across the floor Scott paused for a brief moment outside Virgil's door. Debating whether or not he should enter Scott recalled his brother's words from a few days previous, 'Scotty, Scotty, Scotty. You walk into my room every single morning and figured I wouldn't have caught on as to what time you usually wake up? Why'd you do that anyway, come to make sure the hood hasn't stole your baby brother Virgil in the midst of the night?'
Virgil had no idea how true his words were...
Though with the knowledge of both Alan and Gordon being relatively heavy sleepers he couldn't refrain himself from quickly checking they were sound asleep tucked up warmly in their beds.
Scott sighed to himself as he gulped down his third glass of whiskey, it made a change from his usual choice of coffee, but the last nightmare he had experienced wasn't exactly pleasant either. He was quite certain that something a little stronger would be required to help him out this time.
Sighing to himself he began to think on the events that had taken place over the last few days. So much had happened in such a short time and he was beginning to question why. Call it bad luck but Scott found it suspicious and odd that everything bad that had happened to them recently had occurred in such a short time, it was almost as it was intended.
And right now he had one person in mind if he was to place the blame on anyone. With that thought in mind Scott lazily replenished his glass with another shot of whiskey and allowed the contents of the glass to soothingly burn his throat, (A/N : Is this even possible...?) whatever was going on, be it coincidence or purposefully intended, Scott would fix it.
Two hours later and Scott was feeling more than a little tipsy. He clumsily stored the now empty glass bottle back into the drinks cabinet, despite knowing it will never be used again before closing the wooden door shut.
With a small amount of struggling on the way Scott eventually made it to the comfort of his room, he would rather face the nightmares in his drunken state than be caught passed out on the kitchen table by a family member.
He smiled as he tried to imagine what the looks on each of their faces would be like, though he soon began shaking his head to vanquish the oncoming frightening imagery that Scott now related with his family, he slowly climbed under his covers and lay down on his comfortable Queen sized bed.
The last thing Scott recalled before drifting off to sleep was knowing that he was going to feel dreadful the following day, which for most people would be commencing in a few hours.
Scott confirmed this with an exhausted glance at the digital display which read 4:37am. Sighing once more he buried his head beneath his pillow and tiredly welcomed the darkness.
Please don't hurt me! Sorry this chapter was so terrible, and that it took so long to be written I really am. I have a very vivid imagination which is able to create many ideas that I would like to use, I just seem to struggle putting them into words rather than using imagery all the time!
But yeah anyway, review? You don't have to, but you know it makes me happy when you do.
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