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Thunderbirds Are Go!-Prepared [Fanfiction

 

Prepared

In Grandma’s eyes, her meal rivalled that of a king’s feast.

In Jeff’s eyes, the meal would prove more of a challenge than survival within the Oort cloud.

Still, he had to grin and bear it; he had to make sure his mom was happy.

Somehow that didn’t seem to be too momentous a task, there was a spark of vitality to her, an ethos to her that he thought could easily have diminished on the very instant he went missing.

But the Tracys were made of sterner stuff, they had to be in this field of expertise, where rescues could go awry at any second and lives were at stake, including those trying to preserve said life.

They had to be on edge, their skills and wits always at the ready.

He took a bite of the charred turkey, his mother looking at him with a bedazzled and encouraging stare, daring him to take a bite. He got the distinct impression she was in on something, as if she’d come to an epiphany many years ago about her own cooking and wanted to see just how much the fabled Tracy stomach could take.

Grandma could sense something was bothering Jeff, and that it had little to do with her efficiency at cooking.

“Give me something for my ear to chew on dear, what’s troubling you?” Grandma asked politely.

“I heard the boys talking about Alan’s graduation; it happened only a couple of hours before they set out to find me”

“You weren’t there to see him leave this earth a boy, but in the Oort cloud, you got to see him as the man he’d become” Grandma replied.

Jeff cheered up, and took a bite of the blackened turkey, giving it an aggressive and determined chew; he was channelling his frustration into devouring and ultimately digesting it.

“I was lucky to be in just the right spot, they came at just the right time, their long reach saving me from the short end. When it came my turn to save Scott as the asteroid came apart, I heard no screams, no cries, no desperation; everyone was prepared for something, prepared for hope, prepared for doubt, prepared for rescue, and even prepared for the end”

“You taught them the art of preparation Jeff, they carried it with them all their lives, and it’s what enabled them to save countless others” Grandma assured him.

Jeff wiped his mouth gently with a napkin, threw it down, and rose from his chair fully recharged and primed.

“How do you feel son?” asked Grandma.

“As prepared as they were, and still are. Let’s save lives” said Jeff.

Thunderbirds were go.

Thunderbirds Are Go-You Watch Me Soar [Fanfic]

THUNDERBIRDS ARE GO
YOU WATCH ME SOAR
WRITTEN BY ZARIUS
(Contains spoilers for “Path of Destruction”)

 

“Gosh darn it” snapped Gordon as the upload percentage on his laptop hung at over 75%

“So close, I’m so close, why did it have to freeze now?” he snarled as the circular loading icon spun around, his eyes tracking it and going into dizzying circles

Virgil walked in on him, nursing a steaming hot cup of coffee.

“Having trouble with another file?” he asked.

Gordon was tempted to slam the laptop shut, but hesitated.

“This is’nt even the same report I was filing earlier” Gordon revealed.

“To be fair, the last thing you were trying to upload was a movie” Virgil added.

“Yes, but this report has video logs as well as regular data, so it’s having just the same amount of trouble. Since the files are only 25 minutes in length, I thought it would be easier to upload, but no, same problem”

“The computers you use aren’t really up to scratch with the types the rest of us use, maybe it’s just a case of the computer being incompatible with the software of the file hosting sites?” Virgil suggested.

“Or maybe this thing needs a good kicking” said Gordon.

“Now, now Gordon, these laptops are delicate” Virgil cautioned.

“Why do people always go on and on about how delicate everything is around me?” Gordon asked.

“Because you’re prone to temper” said Virgil.

“Then give me a means of blowing off my steam” said Gordon.

“Physical exercise is always good, a few push ups here and there does me wonders”

Gordon sprang up.

“Alright, bench press with me on top of you”

“Woah, woah, I didn’t mean push you up, I meant do it yourself”

“Aw come on, you can carry the weight of one person, just like you carry the weight of the world” Gordon challenged.

“I’m not sure you’re understanding the whole point, I do what you ask, and it becomes just a lazier means of calming you down without you putting any effort into it yourself” Virgil replied.

“You’re not suggesting I’m too delicate for your massive frame right?” Gordon snidely asked.

Virgil’s pride could only take so much abuse.

“Alright, challenge accepted” he said

“Great, there’s no way you’ll sit me for up more than a couple, you keep score and I’ll make you sore”

“Oh Gordon, you just watch me soar” said Virgil

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”

Thunderbirds Are G0-How We Get There

 

THUNDERBIRDS ARE GO!

HOW WE GET THERE

WRITTEN BY ZARIUS

(I was inspired to do this short fic after watching the preview for “City Under The Sea” on YouTube ahead of this week’s episode)


Kayo felt the fear course through her.

It was tangible, raw, the stuff of nightmares.

Here she was, at the helm of Thunderbird 4, didn’t matter how she would up here, the point now was making sure she got somewhere else.

The Mechanic’s MECHA loomed over the tiny ship as it sped into the deepest recesses of the underwater city, trying to avoid being caught in the grip of its iron-clad claws and avoid being crushed into mangled pieces.

It was not Kayo’s first rodeo with The Mechanic, having confronted him during the incident with the Earth-Shaker, another cataclysmic contraption that she and her brothers had dared to defy, and one she personally infiltrated, reaching the Mechanic, only to ultimately let him slip out of her grasp.

She wondered how she got there the first time, and if she could reach such a summit a second time.

Perhaps she couldn’t this time; perhaps this was the devil incarnate coming to collect, the mortal price she would pay for daring to get in the way of his mission.

She thought back to the reports Penelope had given the team back on the island, discussing the possibility of The Mechanic’s connections to The Hood. Her uncle. Family turned foe.

That one bad apple.

There were two once, she often thought of herself as that, but not anymore. That notion came with a different kind of fear, the fear of hiding in plain sight and counting the days to being caught. Those days were over.

That fear passed, she learned to stroll past fear that day, for on the hour of revelation, judgement passed and she was absolved of all guilt by people who understood her, who loved her, and who protected her.

The kindest souls she had ever been around had looked into her own and found it worthy of a thousand chances.

That’s what she had to focus on now as Thunderbird 4 continued to evade the attacks of The Mechanics’ MECHA. She would not let one of those thousand chances granted to her by just five brave and unconditionally loving men slip from her.

Now was not the time to be afraid of that.

So she swallowed her pride, she held her nerve, and hoped that Gordon would come to her aid soon, that this mission could be over, and so they could reach their next destination…their island, their paradise, their home.

So she could stare into the features that housed those five souls again, just so she could assure them that faith, not fear, was how she got there.

 

Thunderbirds Are Go!-Something Worse

 

 


THUNDERBIRDS ARE GO!

SOMETHING WORSE

WRITTEN BY ZARIUS

Disclaimer: Thunderbirds is trademarked by ITV Studios. This is for non-profit.


Martin Janus had heard stories.

At first he didn’t believe them.

It wasn’t possible he thought

He never makes a mistake, he never slips up

Part of him was close to cursing the part of his soul that felt the temptation of elation.

Keep yourself in line, it’s not real. It cannot be true.

“I take it you’ve heard?” a voice interrupted from across the dark recesses of the dimly lit prison corridors.

Janus peered through the bars of his cell to find Colonel Casey of the GDF, the woman who had, with International Rescue, exposed him as a fraudster, greeting him.

“About The Hood?” asked Janus.

“The one and the same” Casey replied, “Somebody finally cut the strings off the Puppet Master. He’s in custody now”

Janus closed his eyes very briefly; to permit that portion of his soul he had been condemning a moment to savour an apology from his conscious rational mind.

“Mr. Janus?” Casey asked, checking to see if he was alright.

“It’s nothing…nothing really, go on” Janus continued.

“I was wondering if now would be a good opportunity to finish the conversation we began a few weeks ago? You need not fear him any longer”

“Anything I can tell you, he surely can. All you need now is my testimony at whatever trial you’re going to stage for him. I’d like that, a chance to play the role of expert witness” Janus replied, opting to lay down on the bed in his cell, raise his hands high above his head, and form a small ‘screen’ with them.

He began to envision his name scrolling along the info box on the main British news channels, and even what he thought the artists’ impression would be like.

“You certainly do crave attention don’t you?” Casey noted.

“Too kind” Janus replied

“I’m afraid you won’t be going anywhere any time soon. When we brought The Hood in, he deliberately let something slip. New information, we’d like to know if you had any idea about it?”

“What new information?” Janus asked.

“He claims he knows what’s coming next, there’s something out there bigger than him, and we need to know what that is”

“Bigger than The Hood? First I’m hearing about it” Janus continued.

“Are you absolutely certain?” Casey asked

“I’ve got nothing to fear or to lose. I say again, all you need now is my wilful testimony, and that’s all you’re going to get” Janus continued.

“If you insist on your day in court, I can arrange that…but let it be known that the GDF will not be permitting The Hood’s trial to go into the public arena. A direct request from International Rescue, they said it would be too…emotionally compromising. I’m sure you can understand that” Casey explained. “Now, get comfortable, your cell mate will be joining you shortly”

“My cell mate?” Janus asked, curious.

“Yes, he’s even interested in seeing you again, as a matter of fact; he could barely disguise his excitement, surprising really considering he is a master of that craft”

Janus gave her a cruel and condemning stare. He knew what she was up to.

He knew what was coming next.

“Let me make this perfectly clear to you Mr. Janus. So long as you, The Hood or anyone who opposes or tries to pull a fast one on the GDF, there will always be something worse than the Hood and whatever is behind him to fear…and that’s me”

Col. Casey slowly walked back into the dimly lit corridors, leaving Martin Janus to curse her name, and to resume cursing his soul all over again for daring to indulge in hope.

For hope was a terrible thing on the scaffold.

Thunderbirds Are Go!-An Experiment In Error

THUNDERBIRDS ARE GO!

AN EXPERIMENT IN ERROR

WRITTEN BY ZARIUS

Disclaimer: Thunderbirds are trademarked by ITV Studios. There shall be no profit from this.

This contains spoilers for “Undercover”

 

The crisp glow of the sun pierced through the windows of Tracey Island. It had been a long and taxing night, and it weighed heavily on Scott Tracey’s mind.

The boys were all coming in now. Virgil had been indulging in some off-island recreation, Gordon was left to front the bill after being forced to take a dinner for one when Penelope cancelled their date so she could work on the bungled GDF sting operation to retrieve the Repulsor, and Alan had been in space helping John make adjustments to space suits left in their care by members of the International Space Station after high water content was found in some of the suits.

Scott dismayed at that last bit.

International Rescue. Reduced to being dry-cleaners.

Better that than a group of policemen. Taking matters into their own hands.

Grandma walked up to Scott, offering him some tea.

“This ought to sooth that burdened soul of yours” she said, giving the cup to him.

“Nothing’s been the same these last couple of weeks” Scott admitted, “I shouldn’t be throwing dice with our operation”

“Had that Repulser contraption slipped out of our hands, it’d have led to many more disasters, you did what you did to minimise what you do…isn’t that we’re always fighting for? To hold back the tide?”  Grandma challenged him.

“Holding back the tide is one thing” Scott continued, his grip tightening on the cup handle, staring at the tiniest trace of a reflection in the boiling brown concoction he was drinking from it, “ but then we have people in our care, people in our family, who are all too eager to just dare to ride the waves and don’t care if they drown so long as they prove something” Scott replied, “Last night made me feel like a first-class Frankenstein…daring to defy the laws of our very nature, to change the way we act, and it almost cost Kayo her life, and if that had happened…”

“…But it didn’t Scott. Kayo pulled through, and you recovered the device” Grandma responded

“Kayo got into contact with us afterwards….she says she has to tell us something, something she should have told us a long time ago” Scott revealed, “I knew she’d been keeping something, I should have pressured her more into telling us exactly what…I trusted her enough, hoping she would tell us sooner…so we wouldn’t have to take the risks we did last night, so I wouldn’t be forced to play mad scientist”

Scott suddenly and aggressively threw the cup clear from his grasp, Grandma gasped as it careered through the air, and sighed with relief as it made a gentle l thud on the comfortable sofa.

“Smooth landing” Grandma replied, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. “Clean-up’s going to be a nightmare though, remember when Alan got that blackberry juice all over it when he was nee-high?”

“I could never be that rough with your prize china” Scott said. “Just not in my nature”

“..And maybe now that Kayo’s decided to change and open up to you, maybe now you could afford to go about your ‘experiments’ without any doubt factoring into things” Grandma suggested

“When family is involved, the science is simple: Without trust, there is no firm foundation” Scott replied, and gave his grandmother an encouraging peck on the cheek and walked away.

As Grandma watched him go, she stared out at the warm and beautiful sunset. Despite the inviting glow inviting in the morning, paving the way for what she hoped would be a new day of understanding and togetherness, she couldn’t help but feel a chill that steadily unnerved her.

She knew what Kayo was going to tell them, and she was right to be concerned.

Without family, there was no firm foundation.

But if Kayo was going to tell them the truth about her true family, Grandma pondered to herself what foundations would be built from that revelation, and which would collapse.

Grandma believed that, for Kayo, this would be an experiment that would produce life-changing results.

She silently prayed it would not prove to be an experiment in error.

 

 

Thunderbirds Are Go!-Family Comes First

THUNDERBIRDS ARE GO!

FAMILY COMES FIRST

WRITTEN BY ZARIUS

Disclaimer: Thunderbirds are trademarked by ITV Studios. This is for non-profit.

(This takes place after the episode “Touch and Go”)

 

“Alan Tracey, just when are you ever going to put these on?”  Lectured Grandma as she tossed Alan’s pyjamas tops and bottoms out of his bedroom.

“Well clearly not at peak afternoon hours” Alan quipped as he lay lazily stretched across the sofa.

“And another thing, this bed…” she continued, pointing to the perfect spread before her, “I don’t think you’ve ever slept in it. Oh, you remind me of your father back when he was in college…nothing could get him out of his civvies so late in the evening, he’d stay up all night making charts and taking notes on manned space missions, guzzle down a few cans of soda, and then, poof, he’d just lie all over the bed and wake up at these very hours. Sometimes he’d even stretch so far he’d miss dinner”

“That isn’t such a bad thing to miss where you’re concerned” Alan muttered, although he believed Grandma probably caught that last bit, as she then moved forward on the matter of lunch.

“Just for that, you’re getting one of my patented roast salads” she said, and stormed into the bedroom with her vacuum cleaner to clear up the state Alan had left on the floor.

“I didn’t say anything” Alan protested, but Grandma couldn’t hear his pretentious lies over the sound her cleaner was making.

“Great, that’s one salad I wouldn’t mind tossing” Alan replied, and plastered yesterday’s newspapers over his eyes, trying to doze off the day’s frustrations.

A string of arguments suddenly stirred him into alert and active action, he sprang up from the sofa to pinpoint the cause of the commotion, and found his older brother Scott storming into the lounge area with I.R’s resident shadow operative Kayo not far behind.

“Do you want me present for this guys?” said Alan, sensing now would be the best time to skip

“You stay right there Alan” said Kayo.

“Why? You need a witness to anything? Don’t expect a murder Kayo, it’s just a suspension”

“You can’t suspend me from operations Scott; you know how effective I was in ensuring The Hood didn’t escape with that fuel”

“There’s more to it than that Kayo,  you’re not opening yourself up to me enough about it, instead you turn around and lecture me about changing policies and morals taught to us by our father, what do you think he’d make of your opposition to his concepts?”

“I think he’d adjust” challenged Kayo.

“Let’s not get into theories; I’m dealing with enough of them as it is”

Kayo folded her arms, “And what is that supposed to mean? You’re not back tracking and thinking more about what The Hood had to gain in sparing me are you?”

“I don’t want to think anything courageous about that con man, but he seems to have a great interest in putting your needs above his , at least in this instance” Scott said, “I need to be clear on everything, and you need to be made to be clear on where we stand”

“You need me in my position Scott” replied Kayo, pointing the tip of her middle finger and tapping away at Scott’s chest, “A shadow is every bit a reflection of how we react, and so much good has come out of me being the first to seize an opportunity. Please, Scott, if anything last night proved, it’s that the rules of the game need adjusting”

“Is this what this is to you? A game?” asked Scott, keeping his anger in check with a disciplinary tone in his voice.

“Life is not a game, but we always end up playing ‘Risk’ a lot with it” snapped back Kayo.

Scott folded his arm and shook his head quietly, Kayo looked back at Alan, and Alan quietly took a silent instruction from her and sat down, almost as if he was being taught something that needed him to be attentive.

Scott put his finger on the tip of his mouth, calmly collecting his thoughts, and then finally retorted

“Ok, think of this as a rare instance of me changing my mind. No suspensions from duty, but you need to promise that you will be clear on things with me, otherwise I may just get someone to shadow you”

“I wouldn’t mind the company, two would be twice as good at getting the job done” Kayo replied.

“Ok, enough with being cute, you’re frightening when you get like that” Scott replied, and headed towards the kitchen to prepare a snack for himself.

Kayo twirled around, mimicked a gunshot aim at Scott, and then dropped down on the sofa besides Alan

“That’s what I wanted you to witness. Not a bad turnabout huh?”

“I don’t know….should I be picking a side here?” Alan replied.

Kayo swung her right arm over Alan’s shoulder, “We’re all family here, whichever side you take is always going to be the right one”

“Kayo…about what The Hood did…Scott told me earlier, is there anything you’re not telling us?” Alan asked. He figured if Kayo was to be more open to anyone, it’d be with the person she normally sailed across the star struck heavens with.

Kayo was temporarily silent, but Alan’s trust in her, combined with his spirited innocence, compelled her to confess at least part of what happened on the airship

“The Hood intended to sell the fuel to the under-privileged. I questioned his sincerity about it, but a part of me believed his words to be honest…everything we possess always falls into the hands of another, be it of ill earned gain or through honest trade, for all I know that could have applied here too, but I can’t stop to think about that, because if I do I can’t keep…”

“Playing risk?” Alan said, interrupting her, “You don’t want to stop reacting when you see something because it may not be so clear to you if the right thing is being achieved or not, and that you’d end up feeling like you were more basic in your role. You’re not content being the smaller component”

“Does that make me the right person to have on the side of the angels?” said

“Hey, we’re not those divas in Spectrum” Alan replied

“You know what I mean” Kayo snapped back, elbowing Alan.

“You just told me anyone on the side of this family, divided as we could be on a certain subject, was the right side. You’re not exactly divided in loyalty…are you?”

Kayo’s inner feelings fluttered, she struggled to hold back tension in her voice as she told the most boundless of all the Tracey brothers a bare-faced falsehood.

“No” she said, the quiet corners of her soul, the tiniest portion wanting to confess everything to Alan slowly cursing herself out for the deed committed.

Alan put his hand delicately over her right cheek and stroked it, as he noticed the distinct sadness in her eyes.

“Hey, you don’t need to get glum” he said, “Just remember the road is always paved with intentions, good and bad, you just have to be confidant that you can walk the divine path with your own”

Kayo kissed Alan on the cheek and snuggled up beside him, glancing out at the crisp beautiful and excruciatingly bright afternoon sky, and wondering how many more glimpses of the sun she would see on this island before the brothers Tracey discovered her secret and cast her out.

Would The Hood finally be satisfied with whatever her choices would be then?

Would he prove to be right after all?

Whichever way the world turned, one thing was certain.

Family came first.

Which family is what was tearing her apart