#nutty has fogbrain

[gumnut-logic]

Seagulls

Just a very quick bit of random this time inspired by the fact that I have to go back to work and really don’t want to. Also been suffering from fog brain.

Don’t expect too much sense. ::hugs you all::

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Water lapped against his ears, its gentle embrace muffling the sound of the seagulls diving into the water around him.

He closed his eyes.

He didn’t want to think, just exist, hang in the moment and ignore the implications.

He was floating on his back and the sea was calm except for the determined birds diving around him. One landed on his leg, claws catching his harness, the link clinking against avian toenails.

He ignored it.

Gordon would be proud of him. He had that at least. Proud that he had survived, that all those water drills that had doubled as revenge for all the drills his brothers had dragged him through had been worth it.

Always worth it.

Something nibbled at his hand.

He shook it off.

The vague thought of sharks wandered through his mind but it proved to be something more to ignore.

Scott would frown at him. His big brother was always about the details, the strategy, the future. It worked well for the Commander.

But right at this moment? He just wanted to exist. If that had implications for the future, he would face them then.

The Scott in the back of his mind facepalmed.

Scott did that a lot.

Alan thought it was hilarious. In fact, Virgil suspected that he and Gordon had a running bet on how many facepalms they could conjure from their older brother on any given day. Outside of professionalism, of course, but even then they gained a few bonus points each time they sported a Fischler type for a client.

Or a Lemaire.

There were far too many Lemaires.

And that was definitely something he didn’t want to think about right now.

Now, John, red hair and elegance itself. Yes, elegance. The John at the back of his head was glaring.

Is it possible to glare at yourself?

He didn’t care right now. John was elegant…in space at least, and definitely once he had reacclimatised on Earth.

His little brother could dance…and sing. He really could.

That thought of John spinning around the room like a red haired Frank Sinatra used up a few smile inducing moments.

Enough for a roar to enter his consciousness.

He opened his eyes to blue sky and the sudden appearance of Thunderbird One. Honestly, the rocket plane moved so fast it just appeared as if it teleported.

“Virgil, respond!”

It was then he realised that the sounds of seagulls were not birds at all, but his brothers trying to contact him.

Scott sounded distraught.

It was Virgil’s job to protect his big brother, to save him from stress and worry. Apparently, he had failed again.

He sighed into the breeze.

Something fell from the hovering plane and splashed off to the side.

Virgil hoped it didn’t hit any seagulls.

More splashing and…“Virgil? You with me, big bro?”

He blinked and turned his head.

Water got into his eyes.

“Hey, hey, hey, no, don’t do that. I’ve got you.” Strong arms wrapped around him and scooped him up, taking him from his floating position and pulling him into an embrace. He found himself held tight. ‘Thank god’ was mumbled into his collar bone.

A hiss of an indrawn breath. “I’ve got him, Thunderbird One. Conscious, but no response. He has a head injury, puncture wound to the thigh and he is losing blood.” A clink of joined harnesses. “Pull us up.” And then back into his collar bone. “I’ve got you, Virg. Hang on, Scott’s got us.”

And then, wrapped in a little brother’s arms he was lifted from the water and into the air.

He was flying.

“Virgil! Stay with me!”

Those hands gripped tighter, but he had wings and floated away.

While the seagulls yelled his name.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Virgil Tracy #Gordon Tracy #Scott Tracy #nuttyfic #nutty writes crap #nutty doesn't want to go back to work #traffic sucks #nutty has fogbrain #might blame it on the flu shot from yesterday #or it could just be me #I will write something better eventually