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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 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!-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.

 

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11779652/1/Course-Correction

 

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

 

 

 

Thunderbirds Are Go!-Moonlit

THUNDERBIRDS ARE GO!

MOONLIT

Written by Zarius

DISCLAIMER: Thunderbirds are not my property, they are trademarked by ITV.


Alan had been trying to get some decent shut-eye at a fair hour for a week or so, in an attempt to pacify his grandmother and his brothers enough so he could have permission to stay up on the one night of an Ultimate Robot Championship event that weekend.

He had been burning the midnight oil considerably for a few days, staying up well past midnight. This had been the result of several factors, this included lingering adrenaline from the rescue mission involving the solar flare and the rescue of the eccentric operator of the asteroid-based Gulvana station, and the subsequent rescue mission afterwards trying to prevent a pirate radio jockey’s orbiting satellite from crashing down within the vicinity of Barry Island.

Alan was also high on being lavished with praise in both missions. Despite his age, his quick thinking had seen him through tremendous adversity, and had impressed a few cynical adults, and at least one plant, in the process.

The other reasons also included the amount of instantaneous hot beverages Brains had programmed MAX to produce.

It had to go somewhere. And Alan didn’t mind the bitter after taste of the coffee, so long as it picked him up after a tumultuous afternoon, morning, evening, whatever time spent on a daring adventure.

This was one such occasion where his insomnia got the better of him, and he woke up at the 3 AM mark. Worse, he had gone to bed in his regular clothes again, which often annoyed Grandma as she always liked to leave him out a fresh pair of pajamas.

Alan got up and walked over to the kitchen portion of the family lounge area. He poured himself a cup of Mango Orange mix and gulped it down. With MAX safely stored away, there is little chance of him being tempted with another hot mug.

A sudden sound made him turn. He could hear some faint splashing going on from outside. Grabbing a torch light, he wandered outside to the main pool area, aka the launching pad of Thunderbird One.

Bathed in the breath-taking light of the grey moon orbiting Earth, Alan stumbled on Kayo dipping her bare feet into the pool, kicking about and making small waves.

“Hey K, what are you doing up this early?” asked Alan.

“Alan, you startled me” said Kayo, giving him a wave.

“You know, I don’t think anyone’s ever used that pool for anything since we had it installed” Alan joked, “Any time I see someone near it, it’s either to re-arrange the deck chairs, or to clean up the dirt and exhaust left whenever Scott sets out on a mission”.

“Good thing Brains reinforces the windows with special glass that doesn’t shatter as T1’s engines kick in too” said Kayo.

“Still haven’t answered my question” Alan replied.

“Someone’s got to keep an eye trained on you, make sure you don’t break your curfew. You want to stay up for that big robot scuffle don’t you?”

“If I were in the mood, I’d rather watch the Zombie festival over on the other premium channels, you know, the Mexican dance of the dead” said Alan, “But I don’t feel like being reminded of my mortality”.

“Really? You? You put such a brave face on everything” said Kayo, surprised at Alan.

“Remember when John’s artificial intelligence ran amok and cut off Thunderbird 5’s communication with the outside world? Millions of call came in for John, calls that went unheeded; you know what I called that? Tuesday. A moment of sheer urgency and there’s pilfering a line from an old Street Fighter movie”.

Kayo giggled, “Guess all those old Nostalgia Critic memes got you curious to see the actual thing?”

“The point is, I was making light of the fact billions of lives from all across the globe were speaking out in fear of their safety. Sometimes I feel I’m not wired right, otherwise I’d know exactly what to say, and it’d be a little straighter than that”.

“You’re a youngster Alan; you’re soaring to heights not seen by many your age, a lot older than you aren’t even equipped to deal with the issues you’ve been struggling with. Comedy puts a brave face on a string of stressful situations. Comedy is often what we use to triumph over a potential or true tragedy”.

Alan sat down next to Kayo on the opposite deck chair and looked up the moon.

“Heard Gordon and Penny were almost a thing this weekend” said Alan, “That’s kind of neat”.

“Why do you do that?” asked Kayo.

“Do what?” said Alan.

“You’ve done this before whenever you bring up touchy matters like this, you never put your head down like most boys do around women, and you always keep your head up”.

“I don’t know, it’s…stuff I’m just not into. At least…not yet, I don’t know what to make of it, and you’re…well…older. You understand it, just feed me the basics, I’ll just stare at the moon gorgeous”.

“Pardon?” asked Kayo.

Alan was quick to stumble.

“Gorgeous. The moon…that” he said, pointing upwards, “IT’S gorgeous. Totally that”.

“You want my honest opinion Alan?” said Kayo.

“I string sentences together when I don’t mean to, and yes, change the subject please” Alan replied, a little embarrassed now.

“We live in a society where gaps in our ages don’t mean a big deal anymore. If love exists, it finds its way, I think what Gordon and Penelope need is time to sort out what everything means for them, how it clashes with their jobs, and their own ideas about how to spend their time around us”.

“Do you ever wish you could find time for a relationship?” said Alan.

Kayo got up and stared at her reflection in the pool.

“I’m still trying to find the time to be a hero. Thunderbird S has been in the docks for ten weeks, I’ve been as patient as a saint but it seems my windows of opportunity often seem to close, so I try to make do with what chances I do get”.

“And most of the time it’s with me” said Alan.

“You don’t mind that all that much do you?” replied Kayo.

“Nope. With your positive outlook and uplifting speeches, you do top notch repair work whenever fate and chance are determined to deconstruct me”.

Kayo smiled, and gently graced Alan’s cheek with her right hand.

“We live in an age that defines character. So long as we stay faithful to who we are, nothing, either well-meaning or mean-spirited, can succeed in assassinating it for the sake of their own selfishness”.

“Is there…is there a thing happening here? You’re kind of coming off a bit strong” said Alan nervously.

Kayo graced him with a generous and alluring smile, her eyes trained on him, she leaned forward.

“As strong as we make one another” she said.

A slight cough interrupted the pair of them. They looked up and saw Grandma Tracey, wearing a light pink nightgown, her arms folded, an eyebrow raised, she shook her head.

“Aw Grandma” said Alan.

“You two better get yourself in bed pronto” cried out Grandma Tracey, “Believe me, I know how things go under a moon as appetizing as that, and I’ll be darned if I see you take that leap before you’re the right age, so get to stepping”.

“What’s she talking about?” asked Alan, “All I said was gorgeous”.

“Sure you did Alan. Pow. Zoom. Straight to the moon” replied Kayo, nudging Alan in the shoulder, picking up her shoes, and walking away.

Alan shrugged his shoulders, stared back at the pale sphere orbiting high above him.

“Any more of that, and the man in the moon would have had company” Alan remarked.

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