Disclaimer: For the final time (kind of) I don't own Thunderbirds and I'm not entirely sure of who does anymore!
Authors note: It started with a simple story and a child's imagination several years ago…now it's a bloody trilogy! This'll be the final story of the Suzan Tracy saga, this is it, folks. All wrapped up in a neat little package. All loose ends and answers will be given here! Enjoy!
Parting Gift.
By Bubblegum Thai.
Introduction.
The story that you're about to read is something that I'd never thought I'd find myself telling. It's the story of how we lost someone very dear to us and the tragic circumstances that surrounded their death.
Being constantly surrounded in danger in my role of working with International Rescue, I'd completely forgotten the perils of what we did, I think that we all had. Little did we know that fate was waiting just around the corner to take one of us away forever.
If I had known that we were going to lose them, I would've said something, and not been a jerk the last time we met. I wish that I'd said goodbye.
I wish that I'd said that I love them.
But saying 'I love you' isn't me! It never has been, and I doubt it ever will be. Feelings, I've always thought, get in the way of the bigger picture, the more important thing…though…if I'd known, I'm sure I would've steeled myself to say it.
Perhaps I never could say it because I didn't feel it, family or not, love is a very fragile thing and maybe, subconsciously, my duties to International Rescue were more important than my individual family members. We never did connect all that well anyway.
Regardless of the answer, here's the aforementioned.
I hope that it stirs something within you to next time tell your brother or sister that you love them, even if you don't use those exact words, because you never know when you've missed your chance to say goodbye.
Like I have.