#trigger tw mcd
Grief
@whumpay2022 Day Thirty: “It’s not your fault.”
Based on @gumnut-logic’s series Warm Rain and the fic here.
And this tumblr post
Warnings: Referenced MCD, Angst
I may have cried writing this…
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He couldn’t remember what his brothers had been like when they had lost Mom. Only two at the time, all Alan could really recall was a period of uncertainty and quiet sadness.
He did remember what everyone was like when their Dad died. Frenetic activity, lots of hugs and tears.
Gordon slipping into his military persona and struggling to drop that when he was home.
Virgil alternating between crushing bear hugs and bouts of Medic-ness.
John, never home but always calling to check he was alright.
And Scott.
His eldest brother had kept them all together. Organising search grids, making sure they all ate and rested. Just being there.
Scott was the one who dried his tears and hugged him until he slept. And not just Alan, either. He’d found Gordon and Virgil ensconced in the eldest’s arms more than once, found Scott’s arms wrapped around Kayo as she cried.
It had been Scott who went up to Five and brought John home.
It was Scott who pulled Alan out of boarding school and kept him home.
It was Scott who decided to stop concentrating on searching, leaving Five to run algorithms to find clues to their father’s whereabouts.
It was Scott who decided to restart International Rescue.
Alan looked up to Scott in a way he had never looked at his father, and he’d noticed his brothers all did the same.
Scott set the lead and they followed.
You. Evil. Women…..
