This was prompted by Onereyofstarlight on Tumblr as part of the Thunderbirds 'Send me a crack pairing and I'll write a fic' challenge.


Kip Harris sat on a bench munching on his Reuben. He was waiting.

Waiting for her.

She was the one thing that kept him visiting this park every lunchtime in the hope of seeing her again.

He loved a woman who was an enigma.

The Englishwoman who wore 1960's outfits with red lipstick and amazing boots and a blonde pixie-cut hair and bright blue eyes.

She wasn't here every day. Not even every week.

He didn't even know her name.

But Kip was smitten and so Kip waited.

And waited.

And waited.

He put the remains of the sandwich in the wrapper and picked up the apple. It was a red one and he shined it on his fireman's top. He looked around but there was no one so he prepared to take a bite.

'Is this seat taken?'

And Kip's face lit up as she sat beside him, almost close enough to touch but not quite. Not quite

He handed her the apple and she took the daintiest bite before handing it back.

'I am heading back to England tomorrow. To marry a man I have been promised to since I was four.'

Kip paused, apple in hand.

'I just want you to know that I have loved every second of every lunchtime with you.'

She stood and held out her hand. Kip stood and shook it.

'Goodbye, Kipling Harris.'

'Goodbye, Angel.'

Her silvery laugh hung in the air as he watched her walk away.

'My name is Sylvia,' floated on the breeze behind the laugh.

He'd never love another woman like her. Not in a million years.

(Or not until decades later when one Sally Tracy caught his eye…)