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Thunderbirds Are Go-Nothing More Disruptive

 

THUNDERBIRDS ARE GO!

NOTHING MORE DISRUPTIVE

WRITTEN BY ZARIUS

(Contains spoilers for “City Under The Sea”)

The little thing about Penelope’s visit to The Hood in prison is a nod to one of my previous fics, “Questionable Methods“, be sure to check if that out if you give this a read, thankyou kindly-Zarius


As Thunderbird 2 touched down on Tracy Island, Gordon, Kayo and Virgil reflected on their trip to Antarctica, bearing witness to the very edge of existence with the family they had managed to save from the submerged city.

“It’s miraculous that nice unit were so willing to exchange clear waters for icy patches” Kayo noted, “It’s like nothing really bothered them about the predicament they were in”

“It’s always like that when we’re around” Gordon replied, “We provide real reassurance”

“With the mess you leave in Thunderbird 4, it’s probably a good thing they had reassuring manners, if I were in their shoes I’d be most critical of having to sit through a craft with as many wrappers”

“Hey, it’s my space” Gordon insisted.

“Yes it is, but sometimes your space has to be their place” replied Kayo.

“Is there something I’m not catching here?” asked Virgil.

“Yes, the youngest of the Tracy clan are in dire need of watching how they dispose of their trash” Kayo insisted.

As she disembarked from Thunderbird 2 and headed to the living area upstairs, Gordon was left alone to defend his habits.

“She thinks I’m some sort of slob in secret” he said.

“Hardly secretive, you were exactly like this with Alan on Thunderbird 3 a month ago” Virgil replied.

“Yeah, but it’s a credit to Alan he didn’t tell her” Gordon replied, twiddling his fingers. Virgil opted to change the subject.

“So Penelope did a real bang up job getting the better of The Mechanic” he joked.

“Oh great swerve there Virgil, at least with the slob accusations I get to worry about something normal” Gordon snapped.

“Easy there pussycat” Virgil replied, barely intimidated. Gordon had yet to master the precise means to intimidate.

“Well, it’s just I had a lot to deal with on my plate…rescuing the family, making sure to hasten the rescue due to the growing concern of the crack on their ship getting bigger until it finally caused the glass to cave in…and then there was a moment I thought Kayo was…gone…worse still, my minds immediately turned to Penny…”

Virgil shook his head, “I’m sorry Gordon, I didn’t think…”

“No, no it’s ok, it’s the kind of stress we try to avoid through jokes and quips, and yeah, even the occasional bursts of unkempt living. Those celery bars are great stress relievers you know, when you tend to worry too much about the way you’re perceived on missions, they’re just a means with which you can kick back and just let your taste buds satisfy you more than people”

“So long as you let everyone know you’re ok, your eating habits should concern you the least. Nothing is more disruptive to how we cope with our occupations than the fear of the unknown happening to us…it’s a lot more overwhelming than what we gain from the reality of it”

“Maybe I should have a talk with Penny, see if she’s shaken up any by what went on. She can put on a tough front, but I think I’ve been letting her drift on her own too much…and Parker did tell me some unsettling thoughts he had on her visit to the Hood’s prison” Gordon replied.

“Really, like what?” said Virgil.

“That’s kind of our business for now, but we’ll let you know if it needs to be yours too” Gordon replied.

In the living area, Kayo found Alan was busy picking up the discarded wrappers off of the floor and neatly placing them in the bin he had been trying to toss them into much earlier in the day, and achieving little success. It’s what had prompted her to call him a slob

“See, a little insult goes a long way to kick in some motivation” Alan remarked.

“If it helps, Gordon is a far worse slob than you” Kayo replied.

“Really, I could have told you that a month ago” said Alan.

“And why didn’t you? ” Kayo asked, crossing her arms and looking into Alan with accusing, yet graceful, eyes.

“We’d just kind of bonded over that month I guess, we’d seen alien life, and I’d…well…”

“..Did everything he suggested?” Kayo replied.

“We got a fantastic experience out of it, and he made me feel like I’d made a good call, even if it almost got us all killed…” Alan confessed, picking up the bin and hauling it over to the kitchen.

Kayo smiled, “An honourable bond, one that gives one of each a safe sort of space, I can respect that more than leaving any actual space at the mercy of these things”

She produced a small celery bar from her pocket and offered it to Alan.

“They’re definitely the sort of taste you have to acquire; luckily I’ve mastered such a habit. Now it’s your turn” she said, unwrapping it and offering Alan a nibble.

“Celery? Well at least it’s a step up from those cheesy milkshakes he drinks…maybe in being a slob, he’s learning there’s nothing more disruptive to a healthy lifestyle than the fastest sort of food”

Alan took the bar out of the wrapper, Kayo crunched it up.

“Let me see if I can score a touchdown” she said, shoving the rest of the snack into Alan’s mouth. Alan nodded, and put some distance between the bin and Kayo.

She gave the bin a precision gaze, and flung the wrapper far across the room. It landed neatly into it.

Alan ran up to Kayo and high-fived her.

“Teach me how to stick a landing like that” he said.

“Only if you let me know next time when there’s someone making a bigger mess than you, there’s nothing more disruptive to a clean cat like me than that”

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Thunderbirds Are Go!-Course Correction

 

THUNDERBIRDS ARE GO!

COURSE CORRECTION

WRITTEN BY ZARIUS

Disclaimer: Thunderbirds are Go! Is trademarked by ITV Studios


TRACY ISLAND:

A CHILDHOOD AGO


Jeff Tracy kept a beady eye on the clock as the young Kayo continued to recite a famous quote word-for-word to him.

If we die, we want people to accept it. We are in a risky business, and we hope that if anything happens to us, it will not delay the program.”

“Well done Kayo, and do you know who said that?” a proud Jeff asked of her.

“Gus Grissom” she replied

“Good…now what year did this quote originate? Alan?”

He waited for an answer from his youngest son. No reply was forthcoming.

“Alan?” he asked

There he was, hanging upside down, his legs hanging over the sofa of the lounge area, holding aloft in his hands a die-cast replica of the space shuttle Columbia, making audible whooshing noises.

“Alan, careful where you’re pointing that thing” a concerned Kayo reacted as Alan continued to muck about with the shuttle.

Jeff took off his reading glasses and gently rubbed his weary eyes before getting up, looked at Alan, then turned around and walked over to where an illustration of a rocket launch stood. He looked on intently at it.

Kayo knew what that look entailed.

“He’s mad at you, you know” Kayo said.

Alan ignored her.

She walked over to Jeff to join him in his admiration of the illustration, and to offer some advice

“I’m sorry, that jerk doesn’t pay any attention” she said.

“I don’t mind it Kayo, the boy is young, has years ahead of him…besides, I can always rely on you to remind him of where to land”

“Oh no, I already said I’m through babysitting” Kayo responded, folding her arms and looking away from Alan.

“I didn’t mean in that way” Jeff replied.

Kayo looked back at him, “Which way then?”

“Kayo, you have an ambition about you, you’re the kind of person who reckons she has a course in life already laid out for you. It’s on your own terms and it’s all going well, but eventually the student has to become a teacher. Kids like you come up once every few generations, and your heart doesn’t always synch in with what goes on in your head”

“There’s nothing wrong with my head” Kayo said, permitting herself a stomp or two.

“There’s nothing wrong with it, but then there’s something wrong with thinking the right way is always the best way also” Jeff continued

Kayo glanced over at Alan once again as he played with the Columbia model, she noticed his grip had been substantially loosened and he was letting it dangle dangerously over his forehead. She took a few steps away from Jeff as he continued talking, his eyes too transfixed on the painting to notice her absence.

“Kayo…I made you recite that quote because I agreed with a substantial amount of it and wanted to teach you the importance of it also, but do you know which part I didn’t agree with?”

“Was it something to do with conquest?” Kayo asked, nudging Alan as he continued to play with the model.

“Knock it off, that’s going to fall and split you open” she whispered. Alan stuck her tongue out at her. Kayo rolled her eyes.

“Your Uncle had a lot to say about that bit” Jeff continued, again not turning around, “He liked the remainder of that quote, but he twisted it to his own meaning…that conquest, in the original context, that of space, but in his eyes conquest of any sort, was worth the risk of life. That’s not how I’ve grown to see things over the years… the conquest of greater obstacles, and of your fears, should never come at the expense of life; it should always be to the betterment of lives”

“My Uncle has a funny view of the world” Kayo replied, when she suddenly saw Alan’s grip on the shuttle loosen. Panicking, she knelt down and grabbed it just before it could smack Alan square in the forehead with the tip of its nosecone.

“Thanks for the save” Alan replied, giving her thumbs up.

“Oh cut it out” Kayo whispered.

“A funny view…If only I were laughing” Jeff continued, and turned around to see Kayo approaching him once again. Alan finally slouched off the couch and picked himself up. Jeff looked over at Alan as he wandered back to his room.

“Alan lad, you’re not going anywhere until you answer the question” Jeff said.

“Fine. 1965” Alan replied.

“Wow. He was attentive” Kayo remarked.

Jeff looked at Kayo and smiled.

“You can go to bed Alan, just change into your if you do”

“I’m not wearing that onsie dad”

“This will be the sixth month you’ve slept in your clothes lad…surely you can’t keep this up forever” Jeff continued

“You’re keeping count now? Swell, I’ll keep it up then…it ought to keep you busy the rest of your life” Alan remarked before entering the room and sealing it shut.

Jeff walked back over to his desk.

“You were quite attentive yourself there Kayo…”

“I was?” Kayo asked, puzzled.

“Neither of you whisper very well” Jeff continued, “Still, I admire your little course correction there, keeping your heart and head in perfect synch and sparing Alan a headache”

“That klutz could never keep a real ship steady let alone a model one” Kayo said

“He’s capable of it, so long as someone has faith in him” Jeff continued, “Someone who is there for him and has his back, no matter what”

“So it is like babysitting all over again then? Gross” Kayo replied, folding her arms and pouting.

“In the adult world, it’s something more than that” Jeff responded.

“I’m a long way from that world” Kayo said.

Jeff smiled at her.

“True, but you’re never a long way from what your heart can’t hide” he concluded.

Kayo couldn’t comprehend that bit.

Parts of her did’nt want to.

Not for a few more years anyway.

She wondered if she’d be grossed out in any way when that later date came.


TRACY ISLAND

AN ADULTHOOD LATER


“Alan, Kayo wants to see you” Virgil said as he knocked on his little brother’s bedroom door. When Alan didn’t respond, Virgil entered it to find him lying face down on the floor, again in his civvies.

Virgil walked over to the slumbering heap and gently kicked him in the side to disrupt his naptime.

Alan stirred, stretched his arms outright and asked Virgil what was up. Virgil repeated himself.

A loud crack of thunder and the sound of howling winds unnerved Alan as he got up and headed over to the doors leading to the pool area.

There she was.

He slid open the doors so he could yell

“Hey K, what are you doing out here?” Alan yelled as the rain poured down around the deck chairs of the swimming pool. Kayo was seated there, safeguarded by a large umbrella stationed on the edge of the seat.

“Come and join me, this shower doesn’t have long to go, I’ve been reading up on the weather updates” she said, holding aloft an I-tablet.

Alan opened the glass doors that led to the pool, pulling his shirt up over his head to avoid getting his hair soaked. He walked over to one chair and pulled it over close until both chairs were perched under the umbrella.

“Mind letting me knows what type of crazy compelled you to do some thinking while all this was going on?” Alan replied.

Kayo took something out of her pocket. Alan’s eyes widened as he recognized what she was pulling out.

The old die-cast model of Columbia he had played with as a child.

She put down the tablet and leaned back on her chair, lifting the shuttle high above her forehead and dangling it in the same position Alan had all those years ago.

“What’s this about Kayo?” he asked

“I was just thinking about something your dad told me that day” she said, “I’m sure you remember”

“I do” he said.

“And how?” she asked

Alan felt raw emotion overtake him, his hand shook a little with apprehension, Kayo placed one hand firmly on his own to settle him down.

“Because…I’ve never stopped counting the days I’ve never stopped sleeping in my own clothes. I like to think…I like to think the same thing is going on with Dad, wherever he is…alive or in the hereafter…he’s making note of how many times too”

Alan decided to let the tears stream down as he realized why Kayo had lured him out of the house, so the rain could mask something his heart had been hiding, so he wouldn’t upset her.

So he wouldn’t strip her of that precious and assuring smile she was giving him.

A loud crack of thunder made both of them jolt, the shuttle loosened from Kayo’s grip, Alan caught it just before it could hit her forehead.

“I was counting on that, I had faith” she said.

“Just a little course correction” Alan replied.

“A course correction…that only happens when you’re not that far from what you can do…from your mind…or from your heart and that enables you to make adjustments”

“Do you mind coming out of your current dose of crazy, and this storm, and back to where the fire is?” Alan replied.

“I feel things are only just now heating up” Kayo responded, “But I think we’re better off cooling it for now. Lead the way”

“You’re impossible” Alan responded, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

He took the umbrella off of the seat’s edge, and, holding it high above their heads, they walked back towards the house.

Kayo thought back to how she was all those years back.

How she felt now.

She was a long way from that part of her world now.

She wasn’t grossed out.

And she certainly wasn’t a babysitter.

She was something more than that.

She just couldn’t let Alan on to it just yet. He was still only one step out of the world she’d left behind.

She knew she couldn’t keep this bit a secret for long.

But if there was anything her experience with her ‘funny old uncle’ had taught her, it was her family was all too readily accepting of the risks she had taken to preserve her secrets.

So she would test him emotionally, challenge him mentally, bring out the best in him. So that when he took that other step out, when he made his definitive course correction, she would be there to help him stick the landing.

She was out to prove something to Jeff, or his memory, that these types of conquests were worth the risk.

Time would tell if she was right.

 

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