“I told you it wasn’t safe. I told you not to go in. But no, you know better.”
Oh, yes, he had done it proper. He hadn’t heard Virgil go off the deep end like this since high school and the time Gordon had decided to not be where he was supposed to be at school pick up and the three hours of terror that followed.
Admittedly, Scott had been just as angry at the time. It was a whole new perspective to be on the receiving end.
“Virg-“
“No, Scott. I’ve had it. You obviously don’t trust my judgment. You think you know better. Well, newsflash, hot shot, you don’t!”
Oh, yes, this was going to go on for some time.
So, he kept his mouth shut. It would be worse if Virgil realised that not only had his jet pack run out of fuel, but it had dropped him from quite a height. Without warning…he must speak to Brains about that. Fortunately, he had rolled down a slope and into an underground lake.
Unfortunately, the slope had been jagged and torn up his uniform somewhat. There was likely some bruising.
Fandom:Thunderbirds Rating:Teen Genre:Family/Friendship Characters: Scott, Tracy Family
Look what I found on my hard drive this morning, whoops. I know my muses have currently fandom-hopped, but I do intend on finishing this one day, it just might take a while. This chapter marks the end of the introductory arc, at least. Sorry it took me so long to get it out!
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Other-Virgil suggested heading to the lounge first, and sure enough, the entire family were in there. Scott suspected they’d been waiting, despite the way they were scattered across the room. Other-Alan was with Tin-Tin on the balcony, while Other-Scott and Other-Gordon appeared to have pulled out another chess set from somewhere. Mrs Tracy was knitting by the window, and Not-Dad was on one of the sofas, reading an aviation magazine. Only Other-Brains and Other-Kyrano were absent, not including Other-John presumably still up on Thunderbird Five, and as Scott and Other-Virgil entered the room, all eyes landed on them.
“Say, are they done?” Other-Gordon asked eagerly.
“Yes, they are,” Other-Virgil told the room at large, heading over to the desk. Everyone floated over, chess game, magazine and knitting abandoned in a palatable curiosity. Scott hung back as the four drawings were laid out on the desk, already knowing what they looked like and undeniably curious how this family would react.
“Say,how old is this Alan?” Other-Alan demanded, and Scott mused ruefully that he could probably have predicted that the younger blond would be the first to comment. “He looks like a child!”
“Let me see,” Not-Dad demanded, and Scott watched his sons move around until the older man was standing by the desk. “He does look young. Is he still in school?”
