Alex asks: For Whumptober could I please request 9) The Very Noisy Night (dealer's choice which of the three) with Penny and/or Parker please?

I went with the title rather than one of the three prompts, and I intend to turn this into a full fic at a later date.

Characters: Parker, Penny, Scott

Warnings: Hearing Loss, Kidnapping

Parker had done many, many things in his two lives – bad things for bad reasons in his first, good and bad things for good reasons in his second – but this thing was by far the worst. His only consolation was that he didn't need to stay in the ballroom.

The Creighton-Ward name opened many doors and supported many good causes, and so every year without fail a ball was thrown. In this day and age it was a bit of a throwback event, but people – society people – looked forward to the event every year, and every year the event raised more and more funds.

This year looked like it was going to follow the pattern. The manor house in Foxley Heath was forsaken for the 'Town House' in Mayfair, which didn't please Parker at all. But the worst of it was The Dorchester Ballroom.

It was huge, big enough for 1000 people, and that space was needed for the biggest event on the calendar. Parker hated it because it was difficult to secure. His only happy point was the event would give him time to visit his favourite pub afterwards…

The event was in full swing. Gentlemen and Ladies were dressed up to the nines, men in black tuxes and white shirts with bow ties, cummerbunds to match their ladies far more colourful dresses.

The people that stood out to Parker, of course, was M'Lady – dressed in the palest pink with a wrap of deep pink. As she moved and her full skirt turned the hidden folds of pale peach showed, a tribute to her growing friendship with a certain Tracy brother who had a matching peach set instead of yellow – and the Tracy boys. Each one came dressed in dark tuxes with the colours of their Thunderbirds as their splash of colour. Only someone standing right beside them would notice that Mister Scott and Master Virgil's tuxes were not the requisite black but rather the darkest blue and green respectively. Parker approved of the small rebellion wholeheartedly.

Currently M'Lady was dancing with the eldest. Parker was watching on the side-lines, just in case. All the Tracys could dance, but Mister Scott made it look so effortless, and he and M'Lady made such a great couple.

One minute Parker was appreciating the way Mister Scott had twirled M'Lady around, the next he was on the ground, hands clasped firmly to ears that had exploded.

The ballroom was in complete disarray. There was smoke and debris everywhere, and people were all on the floor in similar positions to himself. He couldn't hear anything, just an intensely high buzzing.

Parker staggered to his feet. His legs felt like jelly, but he pushed them up. He needed to find M'Lady! He could see others stirring and trying to get up, but then there was another flash and he was blind and on the floor again.

Blinking away the bright burn from his eyesight, he finally managed to make his eyes work only to find people in the room who definitely didn't have an invitation. This time, though, Parker couldn't get up. The concussive nature of what he believed were flash-bang grenades had taken out the remains of his coordination.

It didn't stop him seeing two thugs hoist M'Lady and Mister Scott over their shoulders and leave.