Title: Reactions
Author: Gumnut
18 Jul – Aug 2020
Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS
Rating: Teen
Summary: Virgil and Gordon get into a bar fight which has many more consequences than anyone expected.
Word count: 16,000+
Spoilers & warnings: language
Timeline: Season Two, shortly after 'Impact'
Author's note: Nutty's Fandomversary 2020 Fic Three. For soniabigcheese who asked for Gordon and Bedlam. This one has gotten out of control and is much bigger than intended.
Many thanks to onereyofstarlight , scribbles97 for the reading and cheerleading and to tsarinatorment for poking me from time to time and pointing me in directions I need to go ::hugs::
Disclaimer: Mine? You've got to be kidding. Money? Don't have any, don't bother.
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"What the hell were you thinking?!" Virgil ducked a fist aimed at his head, grabbed the guy around the belly and flipped him face-first into a wall.
"I dunno! Maybe I wasn't?" Gordon darted out of the way of his own opponent's fist.
Virgil grabbed a woman's dropped scarf from a nearby table, his fingers brushing against broken glass. He shook the material and more glass tinkled to the equally strewn floor. The man in his other hand writhed and attempted to kick him in the shins with the heel of his boot. Virgil just shoved him harder into the wall.
Twisted scarf made excellent restraints, particularly when looped into a chair which was conveniently bolted to the floor.
It was a bar. It was supposed to be a quiet night with Gordon. A couple of brothers shooting the breeze after a hard day at work. It wasn't often they got to sit down for a moment, have a meal and just talk.
There had been a false alarm. A reported mine collapse that hadn't been as serious as suspected and after three earlier rescues in that day, Virgil had called a halt and invited Gordon out for dinner.
His fish brother had looked at him somewhat strangely for all of two seconds and then enthusiastically accepted.
Stashing Two at the nearest GDF base, donning casual clothes, they'd borrowed a car, driven into town, and after a couple of personal errands, found a decent looking bar and ordered steak and a couple of beers.
It had been really good. It wasn't often that they got time to just relax and enjoy each other's company.
The alcohol had been minimal as technically they were still on call. Gordon had a quite long and persuasive discussion with John as to whether he should drop down and join them.
John politely declined.
Gordon threatened his tribble collection.
John threatened a fish tank or two.
Gordon threatened a telescope.
John threatened to tell Penelope about Gordon's fangirly underwear collection.
Virgil stepped in before Gordon exploded.
As it was, the couple one table over were staring over their shoulders at the two guys apparently arguing with their collars.
John was wrestled into a promise of some downtime day after next and asked to tally it up with the rest of the brothers as a family get together.
All was good and well and enjoyable.
Until they walked into the bar.
It wasn't a rough bar. In fact, it showed signs of families visiting during the day and had a few older folks out the back playing the slot machines.
But every community had this type and every community had to handle their bullshit.
Five of them in total. Two of them decided to harass a woman sitting by herself at the bar. Gordon happened to be ordering some mineral water to follow up on their beers at the time and, of course, he stepped in.
And this was the result.
Of course, the entire situation split the bar into three camps – the Tracy side, the annoyance side, and the innocent bystanders who just wanted a quiet meal at the pub.
Virgil had a foot each in the first and last camps.
But he was a Tracy and a guy built even bigger than Virgil loomed over Gordon with all the signs of intending to smush his brother.
While Gordon was quite capable of wiping the floor clean with the guy's head, Virgil hadn't been comfortable with the four others paying far too much attention to the matter.
So, he had swallowed the last of his beer and, putting the glass down, wandered over to stand beside his shorter brother.
Now, Virgil wasn't particularly tall, but where Gordon's swimmer's strength was mostly hidden by his shirt, Virgil's heavy lifting strength most certainly wasn't.
The loomer eyed Virgil with a little more respect, but unfortunately the man's height must have outpaced his IQ, because he didn't back down.
He had far too much confidence in his buddies.
Loomer threw a punch and Gordon educated him in WASP fighting techniques.
It was a very short lesson.
Virgil took on the four who didn't like that.
God bless his wonderful sister for all that training, sans coffee at five in the morning or not.
Gordon finished off Loomer and took on two of the guys Virgil had been dancing with.
From then on it had been dodge and attempt to restrain. Virgil had no interest in causing injury, he just wanted to contain the idiots.
They didn't seem to want to comply.
So, there were bruises and broken furniture.
Virgil felt sorry for the bar owner. No doubt Tracy money would be fixing a few things. Scott was not going to be impressed.
Virgil walked up behind a guy who had thought it would be fun to team up with Gordon's opponent in a semi-coordinated attack. He didn't bother hitting the man, he just grabbed an arm and yanked. Spinning him around he used another convenient wall to bring his attack to a very abrupt halt.
The man's language was explicit and quite offensive.
"Okay, now break it up." Several police officers walked into the bar.
Gordon's opponent was already on the floor. The aquanaut held both of his hands up and backed up to show he was no threat.
Virgil had to keep a hold of his still profane antagonist, so he was only able to hold up one hand.
A gun clicked. "Let the man go."
A frown and Virgil did as he was asked, holding up his remaining hand.
Foul Mouth spun around and before the police officer could react, planted his fist in Virgil's cheek bone.
"Hey!" And there were suddenly police everywhere. Hands grabbed Virgil as he attempted to shake the stars from his eyesight.
Goddamn, that hurt.
"We're the victims here. He's my brother, let him go!"
Blinking, he tried to straighten, but his arms were wrenched behind his back and handcuffed.
His head spun.
"Do you have any idea of who we are?!"
Gordon, shut up or we'll be on the networks within minutes.
Then Scott would be really pissed.
Virgil wilted in the grip of the men holding him.
His brother was going to be apoplectic.
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