Dis: Inspiration is from this piece called 'The Old Castle' written by Modest Mussorgsky, a lovely tune.
Thunderbird 2 returned to base where Scott was briefing Jeff on the rescue, the three boys walked in solemnly and Jeff held a hand up to stop Scott from talking.
"Virgil, what's wrong son?"
Virgil sighed. "There's nothing left of our old house, it was destroyed in the storm."
Jeff gasped slightly almost as if part of his soul had just been ripped out, "it's all gone?"
"We're sorry!" Alan nodded and burst into tears, Scott had his arms around him in a second.
"What about the actual mission, did you rescue everyone?"
Gordon nodded. "Yes Dad, we only came across the house after the mission," then tears came to his eyes.
"I'm sorry boys," Jeff shook his head.
Virgil walked over to the piano and began to compose whilst the others continued to talk or comfort each other. Kayo sat quietly contemplating her family's loss but found herself watching Virgil, his posture was changing constantly as he delved deeper into the composition. The family presently got quieter, and one by one turned to look at Virgil, at a particularly thick passage of chords spread across each hand, Gordon took action and ran over to catch Virgil before he broke down in sobs, he shifted Virgil on the stool and let his brother cry on his shoulder. Gordon ran his hand through Virgil's black hair as he muttered soft words of comfort.
Jeff sat on the couch alarmed by his son's outburst and he looked at Scott who was rocking Alan gently, his arms still around the small blonde. Kayo stood up and walked out, down to the pool taking the steps two at a time and Jeff followed.
"Kayo, what's wrong?"
"Mr Tracy, I can't be in there. I'm not your daughter. It doesn't seem right for me to share any sorrow," Kayo said tearfully. "It's not my place, especially after just getting back from college."
"You're family Kayo. Hell, I even think of you as the daughter I never had. You have every right to be in that room."
Kayo shook her head, "not at this moment, it's not right."
Jeff laid his hand on her shoulder, "alright, but then I need you to do something for me."
Kayo dried her tears, "of course, sir."
"Could you go and tell John what's happened for me? He listens to you."
"Sure," Kayo smiled and ran to the hangars opening her comm channel to Thunderbird 5 as she ran.
"Kayo, what a nice surprise," John smiled.
"John, could you lower the elevator, please? I need to tell you something."
"Of course."
Back in the lounge, Gordon had calmed Virgil down and was now playing the piano for him, although he still had one arm around his brother.
"What was that piece called Virgil?"
"I hadn't even begun to think of a title. But I guess I would call it 'Abandoned House.' It's fitting."
Gordon shivered. "Slightly dark more like."
Jeff turned around from his desk, "Gordon has a point son. Couldn't you name it something like 'A Composition for Lucille'?"
Light came to Virgil's eyes and he reached up over the stand to grab a pencil, then he scribbled something onto the manuscript, "thanks Dad, that makes it sound much nicer. I can work on the ending now. Budge your foot, Gordon." Gordon released the pedal and Virgil took over, "if the middle can be emotional, then the ending can be happy, it's what she would've wanted."
Virgil resumed the piece and Scott walked over with Alan to their Dad's desk to listen to their brother play. Meanwhile, Kayo had reached Thunderbird 5 and was hugging John.
"The storm has taken away the last memory of your mother."
John sniffed sadly but tried not to cry, "Virgil still has his piano right?"
"Yes, but I don't see what that has to do with anything."
"That piano belonged to our mother, we still have a precious belonging which was hers," John smiled and Kayo smiled back. "How are they coping?"
"Virgil had a breakdown before I left, and Alan cried when we got home but..."
"I should get down there, come on," John opened the door to the elevator and stepped in with Kayo. "They need us."
The space elevator reached the island, and John hurried out followed closely by Kayo. However, when they got to the lounge, the family were looking happy and Virgil was triumphantly playing the piece he had written in honour of his and his brothers' Mum. Alan was sitting on Jeff's desk swaying slightly to the music, Scott was leaning against the piano tapping his foot and Gordon was sitting on the stool next to his brother. Virgil turned slightly and saw John standing at the entrance to the lounge.
"John?"
"Kayo told me about the house," he said quietly.
Jeff smiled and walked over to his middle son, "I'm glad you're down with us John."
"Thanks, Dad," John smiled back then walked over to his brothers. "So, what's this piece called, Virgil?"
Virgil hesitated before answering, then smiled, "it's called 'A composition for Lucille.' It had a darker title before Dad renamed it."
"It's beautiful."
"Thanks, John."
Jeff ruffled Alan's hair, "I'm really proud of you all today. You pulled off the rescue successfully, and now the GDF know our capabilities. We're officially now in business."
Scott nodded. "Thunderbirds Are Go."
AN: Thanks for reading this, means a lot to me xx There are no more chapters after this.