Naomi was typing up the final wedding perpations on her laptop when Scott came to sit down next to her.
"You're not spying on this for Virgil, are you?" Naomi asked.
"No. I came to talk to you," Scott laughed "I wanted to ask for some advice,"
"That's something you haven't done in a while," Naomi said. Scott nodded.
"Well I thought I'd get your opinion on what to do seeing as your…"
"No way," Naomi smiled, closing her laptop "You're going to ask Megan to marry you. But that means you have to tell her. But that's gonna mean a lot of planning. And what if she doesn't say yes? What if she's not happy with you being International Rescue?"
"That's why I wanted to ask you," Scott said, "What should I do?"
"What's her opinion?" Naomi asked, "That can make all the difference,"
"She likes International Rescue. Wishes she could somehow help out medically speaking,"
"Good, good. I mean you have a good chance with her,"
"You have an idea?"
"Do both at the same time,"
"No,"
"Yes,"
"Dad will possibly kill me if I took Thunderbird 1 out on a joy ride,"
"Ground you maybe not kill you. Besides – you do it on your way back from a rescue if you're not covered in everything,"
"That's a reasonable idea," Scott thought about it "But we'd need to do it out of town. How am I supposed to do that?"
"I could get her out of New York," Naomi shrugged "Maid of Honour stuff,"
"You are a genius," Scott smiled "But can't you come on the next rescue?"
"Yep, but Virgil can drop me off at that cabin you always take her to on the way there. Get her to come out. He can pick me up when you arrive – Thunderbird 2 is slower than Thunderbird 1 after all,"
"I should ask Dad about it. Make sure it's okay,"
"For once in your life Scott Carpenter just rush in and disregard authority," Naomi rolled her eyes "Love is uncontrollable. Love is unpredictable. Love is everything," An alarm went off.
"Ready?" Scott asked as he got up.
"More than I am prepared,"
"There is a sinking ship containing five barrels of highly toxic chemical waste in the Mediterranean," John explained "There was a crew of seven aboard with no way to escape. The lifeboats are not able to deploy with their emergency overrides. I can't do anything, not even with Thunderbird 5's technology,"
"With Gordon gone, I want Alan to be ready to pilot Thunderbird 4. Naomi, for now you are just going to help with the rescue platform and piloting Thunderbird 2," Suddenly, a phone went off. Naomi pulled hers out.
"Hello, Winchester, speaking," Naomi answered "What do you mean Claire? The flowers aren't going to be able delivered in time? And the decorations? Oh. Actually, I was just about head to America anyway. I'll get there as soon as possible,"
"What's up? Is everything okay with the wedding plans?" Virgil asked.
"No," Naomi sighed "Flowers are not going to be delivered on time and some of the decorations have been ruined so I need to go to America to fix some details. Is it possible for me to catch a ride?"
"America is on the way anyway. We could drop her off at the cabin," Scott suggested.
"Good idea. Alan you're on standby for Thunderbird 4. Tin Tin I need you to help Virgil pilot," Jeff agreed "Thunderbirds are Go!"
Naomi sat in the passenger seat of Thunderbird 2. She had grabbed her go bag and texted Megan the address of the cabin. She'd also texted John and Virgil the plan. Tin Tin and Alan were doing their usual in-flight checks and readings of the situation as Virgil landed Thunderbird 2 to the ground near the cabin.
"I'll see you in a few hours," Naomi kissed Virgil on the cheek "Stay safe all of you,"
"What's so urgent that you need the Maid of Honour?" Megan asked an hour into her time at the Tracy cabin.
"Just the last few touches to the wedding and the Bachelorette party," Naomi replied, "It is less than two weeks away after all,"
"Surely you could have handled that on your own?"
"Now where the fun in that be? Besides – the Bachelorette party should have been your doing not mine,"
"I'm sorry," Megan laughed.
"Just sit down and help me,"
"Hey Commander," Alan's voice echoed through Virgil's coms "I've found the last barrel of waste,"
"Okay Op 5, Op 3 I need you to position Thunderbird 2 over Alan's position. Op 1 I need you down with Op 5. Op 6 in Thunderbird 1 will collect the rest of the passengers," Jeff commanded from Tracy Island.
"FAB Commander," All of the members of International Rescue agreed. Virgil flew Thunderbird 2 into position. From the cockpit, he saw Scott jetpack down from Thunderbird 1 to the ship. A few seconds later, Virgil saw Tin Tin go up to Thunderbird 1.
"Hey Op 5, I'm in position. Ready when you are," He let Alan know.
"I need you to cut a bit off the ship away. We won't be able to get the barrel out otherwise," Scott informed Virgil.
"FAB Op 1,"
It took two more hours for the passengers to be cleared. The toxic barrels had been cleared and Virgil had taken them to the nearest port so that the proper authorities could deal with. Jeff had given him permission to come home and with Tin Tin and Scott handling the last of passenger drop offs, Virgil sent a call ahead to Naomi to let her know they were coming back home.
"So, Scotty's getting married," Alan said
"Scooter is asking Megan to marry him. She hasn't said yes yet," Virgil corrected his little brother.
"I like Megan. She'll be a good match for Scott,"
"She is, isn't she?" Virgil agreed "I do hope she says yes. And everything goes well for Scott with you know,"
"That would be horrible. I do not want a mopey Scott. You were bad enough,"
"Shut up Sprout. You're the lucky one here. Your girl was already inducted into the family secret well before you started dating,"
"Maybe we should start with those you want to date knowing about this,"
"With the amount of people that Gordon dates? Dad would have kittens,"
"Well proportionally, since you and I are off the market and Scott is about to sell the deal and John is never down long enough to meet someone, Gordon dates enough for the four of us," Virgil laughed.
"Maybe we should figure something out. Eventually he may want to settle down with someone. John might be tempted to stay down for longer if he had his special someone. And I'm pretty sure Dad does not want a repeat of me and Naomi,"
"I say minimum dating one year before they find out," Alan suggested.
"Scott and I didn't date Megan and Naomi for a year,"
"Okay. Minimum one year for Gordon then. He's never held a relationship longer than eight months,"
"I say six months for John,"
"3 months if he's always trying to get out of rotation to line his schedule up with theirs,"
"How far out from the Cabin are you Virg?" Scott asked through the coms.
"Two minutes. What about you?"
"A minute, just starting landing procedures,"
"We'll be there soon. Good Luck,"
"Thanks,"
Megan and Naomi had started to watch Spider Man Homecoming when the wind picked up. The pickup in wind was accompanied by a loud roar of engines. Megan paused the movie. She looked out the window and saw a distinctive Thunderbird starting to land.
"Did someone call International Rescue?" Megan asked. Naomi shrugged, putting popcorn into her mouth.
"We're the only ones for miles,"
"Did you call International Rescue?"
"No," Naomi's phone started ringing "They called me,"
"They called… what's going on Naomi?"
"Hello, Winchester, speaking," Naomi answered her phone. Megan glared at her friend. She was annoyed that her friend was ignoring her questions. What sort of ex-FBI agent got called by International Rescue?
"You want her come outside? Yeah, your dad would kill you if you dragged that into the cabin. Imagine the cleaning bill,"
"Who is it Naomi? Who's on the phone?"
"Scott's waiting for you outside. Virgil's two minutes out. Thanks for coming out in such short notice," Naomi hung up her call as she sat up "You've been the most amazing Maid of Honour,"
"Naomi," Megan used her sternest doctor voice.
"Scott's outside," Naomi raised an eyebrow.
"He's… outside," Naomi nodded.
"Scott Tracy, my boyfriend is outside. Where Thunderbird 1 just landed," Realisation dawned on Megan "That sneaky… You knew?"
"For seven months yeah. Go chew him out," Naomi raised her voice as the wind picked for the second time. Megan pushed herself off the couch and rushed out the cabin door just in time to see her boyfriend get out of the pilot seat of Thunderbird 1.
Scott could see Megan. He couldn't read her emotions from her. He could also see Naomi standing in the doorway, waiting for Thunderbird 2's cargo pod to open.
"Scott Carpenter Tracy!" Megan yelled.
"Hey Megs," Scott said sheepishly "Surprise?" He walked closer to his girlfriend.
"I am not surprise you idiot!" Megan said "Why didn't you tell me sooner? This is why you haven't been able to come out a lot?" Scott nodded.
"I didn't tell…"
"I forgive you for not telling me you dumbass," Megan smiled "You save people every day. You're also the son of a billionaire. I understand the need for keeping it a secret," She hugged her boyfriend.
"Thanks," Scott whispered, "You're taking this a whole lot better than Naomi did,"
"Of course, I am. She found out mid rescue – during the rescue at that airport in Washington, right? The one where she lugged that member of International Rescue out from the rubble," The two separated and looked each other in the eyes.
"True,"
"So, any reason why you're telling me this now?" Scott started to feel his heartbeat rise. He fumbled with the clasp to the pocket containing the box. After a few tries he got it and pulled out the box. Getting on one knee he opened it and presented it to Megan.
"Doctor Megan Louise Greenwood, will you do the honour of marrying me?" Megan looked at Scott, looked at the ring and then back at Scott.
"Yes," She whispered "Yes, I will," She bent down and kissed Scott.
"She said yes!" Naomi yelled "Go, go, go!" Megan and Scott broke their kiss to see Naomi running for the pod. Scott turned around in time to see his pilot chair connect back with the main body of Thunderbird 1.
"We better get into the cabin," Scott said, handing the ring box to Megan. He grabbed her hand and started running.
"Where's Scott?" Jeff asked when Alan, Tin Tin, Virgil and Naomi came back from the bays.
"He's with Megan," Alan said, rushing past his father in an attempt to get at the showers first.
"Afternoon Mr Tracy," Tin Tin said as she too headed for the showers. Jeff turned to his middle son and his fiancée.
"Wedding stuff," Naomi shrugged.
"I thought your wedding planning was finished,"
"Oh, it is. But the wedding stuff is not ours," Virgil laughed. Naomi smiled. Jeff looked at the couple.
"He proposed?"
"Do I need to take a shower?" Virgil asked. He made it past his father and headed for his showers.
"She said yes by the way," Naomi said, "We took the 'birds so the lovebirds could spend some quality time together,"