Writer's block is pants!
Scott was out on the balcony, arms folded on the balustrade and staring out over the island. He'd been standing in this position for over an hour now, and he looked anything but relaxed. Dad had been cleared to come home permanently a couple of days ago, there were no rescues, and both the Hood and the Chaos Crew were in jail.
So why was Scott looking so tense?
Virgil detoured into the kitchen to grab two mugs of coffee. No, taking a few more minutes wouldn't hurt, and cocoa would be more welcome. Humming to himself as he made the drinks, he dug out of the top cupboard a bag of marshmallows, added a few to the drinks then grabbed everything and headed out to his brother.
Setting everything down on the small table, Virgil stood next to Scott for a couple of minutes with no acknowledgement at all. Eventually he nudged his older brother, sniggering slightly as Scott, totally oblivious to what was going on around him, jumped.
Scott turned and frowned at his younger brother. Virgil quirked an eyebrow and nodded to the drinks. With a heavy sigh Scott took the invitation and sat down. Absentmindedly grabbing a couple of marshmallows, Scott continued to stare out over the island.
'What's on your mind, Scott?' Virgil asked, taking a deep draught of his drink. Scott sighed again. Eating the mallows, then downing half of his own drink, Scott contemplated how he was going to answer.
'It's coming up the end of September, Virg, and I'm stumpted.' Virgil frowned. End of September? Since when had that been a problem? Racking his brains didn't turn up any answers.
Scott glanced at Virgil. He could see that he was confused, and really – why wouldn't he be? They had never done anything about this before, but now people were asking. He sighed again.
'It's the 30th September soon, Virg, our anniversary. Thunderbirds Day. We've never celebrated it; we've always been too busy. But people are asking me, Virg. Asking me how we're going to celebrate it this year, now Dad is back. And truth be told – I have no idea at all.'