After Bittern and Stephen left, the two brothers sat in silence for a very long while. It was uncomfortable and long, the air hanging with tension.

After a while the Flying Scotsman began to shift on his wheels agitated as what steam he had remaining began to hiss and leak from him.

"Are you alright?" Came Gordon's question piercing the tense silence.

The Flying Scotsman didn't respond at first as he began to break down into tears.

"No," he choked quietly. "I don't think I'll ever be alright again."

Gordon felt a sinking feeling in his boiler. He'd heard the news after Olivia had told Tornado and himself.

The Flying Scotsman needed an extensive rebuild if he was to ever return to the rails. Until then he would have to deal with his terrible sickness imposed on him by Cain's cheapskate mishandling of his previous rebuild.

"I'm sorry," The Scotsman choked out weakly. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to worry you. I'm sorry Gordon, I-"

"Scotsman," Gordon said quietly, cutting him off. "I can't forgive you, not right now, for what you did."

The Flying Scotsman understood and looked at the ground dejected. He knew it was coming, he knew that his actions weren't forgivable not after the distress he must have put Gordon and those closest to him through.

Gordon watched the Scotsman sadly. He wanted to forgive his brother, but right now he just couldn't, not after the awful year he had just had.

"But, I will support you through this," Gordon said with a gentle smile. "Henry helped me understand a little of why you did it. And what Cain did to you was deplorable. I want the best for you Scott."

The Scotsman glanced at Gordon before returning his gaze to the ground.

"I just, I didn't want to drag you into the conflict with Cain," the Scotsman said with a defeated tone. "I didn't want you to get involved and get hurt. It was my battle to fight, not yours."

"Scott, we have lost every sibling we had except for each other," Gordon pointed out. "I'm going to get involved whether you like it or not. I won't lose you."

The Scotsman was silent for the longest time.

"It doesn't matter anyway, look at what I did to myself," he said bitterly. "I can't even run properly anymore."

He looked away, feeling the steam leaking from him. Even though it was a relatively short run to the Steamworks, he had felt his pistons struggle and his wheels had grinded horribly against the rails causing him extreme pain.

Pain still lanced through his frame and he felt his guard drop even further.

He gave a shaky exhalation of pain and he saw Gordon's pitiful gaze.

He hated his brother seeing him weak like this.

"I just want to be strong like you," the Scotsman said in a small voice.

"You are as strong as me," Gordon reassured him. "You just need to stop being afraid to discuss your problems with me."

"I just, never felt like I could," Scotsman admitted weakly.

"Because I made fun of you for liking things I didn't approve of? Because I made everything a competition?"

Scotsman's brow furrowed and a look of hurt crossed his face.

"Yes," he said coldly. "You kept pushing me away. When ever I tried to show you something I was proud of you always joked about it or belittled me. Were you jealous of me? Were you jealous like the rest? Because I was Sir Gresley's favourite?"

Gordon saw his brother grow angrier and angrier. He was venting and Gordon kept quiet as he felt his brother needed to finally let loose.

"I didn't ask to be his favourite! And when the A4s came along he didn't even care about me anymore he just wanted to play with his shiny new silver toy Link!" The Scotsman spat angrily. "And then that stupid Blue Duck just came in and constantly made me feel inferior and had shove it in my face every time I saw him!"

The Flying Scotsman was shedding angry tears now and he looked more furious than Gordon had ever seen him.

"You were always safe here on Sodor, I never had that luxury," The Scotsman said looking away from his brother. "I was nearly scrapped. I was abandoned in America. They didn't even want me in Australia, they originally asked for Mallard instead but the railway sent me. I didn't have anyone except Pegler. He believed in me. For the longest time he was the only one who did."

The Flying Scotsman glanced at Gordon then looked away.

"I was so lonely," he sounded like a frightened child. "But I had to be strong. And then Cain came along and only saw me as this thing to make money off of."

The Scotsman screwed his eyes shut in anger.

"I just wanted to get away from everything, to have some peace but I couldn't even do that because of the nightmares or some weird stupid ghost things happening to me!" The Scotsman sounded completely and utterly defeated.

He sat for a long while silently, his entire frame trembling in both anger and sadness.

"Do you get it?" The Scotsman asked bitterly. "Do you get why your stupid little brother does stupid little things like this Gordon? You just can't fix what happened to me overnight. I am a joke."

Gordon was silent for a few long minutes listening to the shaky angry breaths of his younger brother before he spoke again.

"I'm sorry for not being there for you, for showing off and driving you away," he said quietly. "But, I want you to know that I am more than proud to have you as a brother."

The Scotsman was silent, not saying anything still stewing in his own anger and sadness.

"At least you didn't streamline yourself, look completely ridiculous and embarrass yourself in front of the entire world," Gordon put forward with a half hearted smile.

Flying Scotsman glanced at him. He didn't say anything but Gordon could see a little bit of humour in his eyes.

"I'm sorry I kept trying to show you up," Gordon said quietly. "It's just, you always seemed better than me, always a league above my own. I wanted to aspire to that. I was a prototype Scott, I was the blueprint before you. I always felt like you, you were always the top of our class. You are what I was supposed to be."

"Why did you talk to me?" The Scotsman asked quietly. "All those years ago? Our brothers and sisters always ignored me, except you."

Gordon paused.

"Well, why did you start talking to Tornado?"

Flying Scotsman was taken aback by the question. He'd never really considered why he'd spoken to her.

"I don't know," he admitted. "She always looked so lonely and she was being bullied by all the others. I wanted to help her out. Vincent said she was special, that she was the first new steam engine in a long time. I thought that meant she would be welcomed and adored but… everyone seemed to revile her."

He looked at Gordon who was gazing at him knowingly.

"Is that, is that how you saw me?" The Scotsman asked.

"Tornado and yourself are eerily similar," Gordon said kindly. "You were such a nervous new things that was unfairly belittled by the others. I was a prototype that no one wanted anymore, so I talked to you, wanted to be your friend."

The Flying Scotsman was silent for the longest time. He had slowly calmed down and now seemed at ease the tension from before dissipating.

"At least for now I'll be on Sodor, Sir Robert says I may stay here until I can be rebuilt," he said with a nervous smile. "And Tornado will take over my duties on the mainland."

Gordon grinned.

He liked the idea of being able to visit his younger brother everyday if he needed to.

"I'm glad," Gordon chuffed happily. "It means I can stop you from doing stupid things with ease."

Scotsman only gave a soft exhale at that but Gordon could tell it was in good humour.

"Speaking of stupid things I hope Bittern is behaving himself," The Scotsman frowned. "He and Tornado haven't gotten along well in the past. Or at all considering Bittern just ignored her."

"Why would he do that?"

"Because he's an idiot who cares too much about what other people think," Scotsman growled angrily.

His expectations were subverted however when the doors to the private berth swung open and they saw Bittern and Tornado giggling together like two school girls.

"Oh are you two best friends now?" The Scotsman asked with a raised eyebrow. "Should I be concerned?"

"No," Bittern said with a mischievous smile. "But I have a new acquaintance when it comes to playing tricks on you."

The Flying Scotsman's eyes widened in concern.

Gordon just laughed.

"Oh look, Scott's the odd one out now," Tornado pointed out. "All of us are blue except him."

She and Bittern shared a devious grin.

He suddenly began to regret urging Bittern to get along with Tornado.

"You're all the worst."

All four engines just laughed at that.


There was a knock on Olivia's door. She sat up from her nap on the sofa and rubbed her eyes.

She still had no idea how to find the money to restore the Flying Scotsman and to get the museum back on its feet. Cain and his cohorts had bled the museum dry and it would take years to even wade through all the legalities and police investigations to even come to a conclusion.

At least the Flying Scotsman was safe and secure in a place where he would be protected and treated well.

"Come in," she said groggily as she got up and unlatched the door before she walked towards the small kitchen.

Times like this required coffee.

She looked up as Oscar entered with a solemn look in his eyes.

"I am sorry to intrude on your private time Ms Spence," he said apologetically.

"Not at all Oscar," she said with a tired smile. "How can I help?"

"The Flying Scotsman wants to speak with you in private," Oscar said and Olivia raised an eyebrow.

"Is that so? What about? Did he say?"

"No, only that he wanted to speak to you alone," Oscar said. He looked pensive. "I don't know why but he seemed annoyed."

Olivia only murmured and looked at Oscar curiously.

He had a nervous and worried look about him.

"You don't trust me alone with him," she mused and Oscar nodded.

"Can you blame me?"

"I guess not," Olivia sighed. "But rest assured, my intentions with Scotsman are pure and honest."

"I want to believe that but you have yet to prove it."

"Then I'll prove it," Olivia said as she made her coffee. "After I've had my coffee."

Oscar couldn't help but relate to at that.


"Hello Flying Scotsman," Olivia greeted the engine kindly. He was backed all the way into the back of his berth and was hiding in the shadows. "Is something wrong?"

"I don't trust you, Ms Olivia," the Scotsman said coldly.

He gazed at her suspiciously.

"You only just met me my dear, of course you wouldn't," Olivia said with a gentle smile.

"No, you lied to me," the Flying Scotsman said. He sounded genuinely hurt. "You lied to everyone. You really didn't think I wouldn't recognise you?"

Olivia gave a sad smile.

"I have personal reasons for not using my real name," she explained. "When you come from a family as famous as mine then people tend to place you on a pedestal and expect more of you."

The Flying Scotsman understood that sentiment very well. Too well.

"Why did you become the Director?" He asked her. "Was it because of me? Did you want to protect your grandfather's legacy?"

"Many things guided my decision to become the Director, but mainly, I was angry at the years of neglect Cain has caused. You weren't the only engine that suffered Scotsman," she told him. "He tried to bank on Tornado too, he had absolutely no shame."

"But why? Why didn't you use your name to help me!" The Scotsman snapped suddenly startling Olivia. "I was in pain and alone for so long and no one bothered to even help me!"

The Flying Scotsman looked away from her, his expression anguished.

"A Great Gresley, once again abandoning their engine," he spat at her venomously.

Olivia bowed her head in shame and looked away from the Flying Scotsman.

"Believe me, I tried," she admitted sadly. "But that name doesn't hold as much weight as it once did. Cain had a tight grip on the board and I was simply an engineer. I'm sorry, Flying Scotsman."

The Scotsman stared at her quietly, judging her.

"I thought anyone would be proud of being a Gresley," he said. "All the other engines are."

Olivia rolled his eyes at him.

"Not when everyone expects you to live up to your famous grandfather's name," She said annoyed. "Not when the family demands so much from you. I was losing who I was, I had enough, so I just one day up and left the family, gave myself a new identity and here I am, an average unassuming engineer."

The Scotsman looked down at her. His expression softened and he seemed to accept her explanation. He understood the weight of expectation only too well.

She'd run from her heritage too. Just as he had.

"Tornado says you are the best engineer she has ever had," he said and Olivia shrugged.

"I just did my job," she said. "Engines work better when they have a good relationship with their drivers anyway. Tornado is a fun engine to drive and talk to. A little naive but full of wonder and curiosity."

He seemed to loosen up at her words. He still didn't trust her, not completely, but he felt no malicious deception on her part.

She seemed kinder than her famous grandfather. Still stern and unyielding but kind.

"I still don't trust you but I hope you gain it Lady Gresley," the Scotsman said with a hopeful smile.

Olivia returned the smile but her eyes were scowling.

"I hope so too, but please refrain from calling me that," she said. "I don't identify with that name and especially that family anymore."

The Flying Scotsman saw hurt in her eyes so didn't press.

"As you wish," he said with a gentle smile.

"Thank-you."

As she left the Scotsman's quarters she caught sight of Oscar looking very flustered and guilty.

"And just how much did you hear?" She questioned him demandingly.

"I Uh, heard Uh, little bits and pieces boss," he stammered but Olivia stared him down.

"I heard everything," he admitted.

Olivia frowned at him.

Oscar refused to look her in the eye.

"Do not repeat what was said here to anyone," she ground out. "Understood?"

"Yes ma'am," Oscar said with a slight bow. "I won't say a word."

She looked down at him before giving a quick nod and moving off.