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HELL YES BONES AND TAG CROSSOVER YES YES YES YES YES I'M SO HAPPY

The Woman on the Mountain c1

Inspired by @tsarinatorment and prompted by a line by @thedryswan. With thanks as always to @the-original-sineater and @mariashades for all their help.

Dr Temperance Brennen sat at the table and regarded her partner. Booth was cooking breakfast, a task he loved doing (thankfully, because she might be the genius of the two but she still couldn’t cook pancakes without them either being burnt or raw inside).

He was talking about the game he’d been watching last night but she’d switched off, a sudden need to anatomically analyse his three gluteal muscles and how they worked together to shore up his back…the Angela in her head laughed at her as she spoke: ‘sure, honey. Most people would just say Booth has a nice butt – and I would be one of them’.

The ringing of her phone broke through her thoughts, followed by Booth’s a couple of seconds later.

They hung up and looked at each other and spoke in unison.

‘They’ve found a body.’ ‘We’ve got a body.’

Canaan Valley Resort was a popular place for skiing, especially for families with children as it was a haven for all levels of snow sports. It had been popular for generations of skiers because of the varying skill levels it provided, and while they still were prone to avalanches as any mountain was, their safety record was very good compared with other slopes in the USA.

That didn’t mean that there were no casualties, though.

Every year the thaw began earlier and earlier. Some of the hottest weather in years had been blamed on the only times the resort had been closed months before usual. While balance was being restored to the environment, there were still much work to be done.

This year a heatwave had led to the discovery of several bodies. Six in total had been rescued from two places on the mountain. Five bodies from one place and one alone.

Booth watched as Bones, Cam, Hodgins and current intern Wendell Bray scouted the two sites, accompanied by a plethora of FBI agents and other squints. He smiled as Tempe ordered people around, pointing out what she wanted shipped back to the Jeffersonian, including some debris that had probably been chalets at some point. There was a going to be a lot! He didn’t envy the techs whose responsibility that was.

Eventually the team called it a day, and everyone went home.

The local news the next morning mentioned the finding of six bodies from Canaan Valley. In the grand scheme of things it went unnoticed by seven men and two women who were just finishing up breakfast before the world called on them.

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The bodies were laid out for examination, three on the main work platform and three in a side room. The platform contained the singular victim and two from the group, and as Cam looked over the remains she couldn’t help but feel the stirring of something familiar about the body. A distant memory perhaps.

The ice had preserved the woman remarkably well. There were obvious injuries – broken bones in the main – but before she could examine the body in any great detail she needed to wait for thawing to be completed and for Hodgins and Mr Bray to remove the clothing.

Speaking of those two…she should really check up on how they were progressing. As she walked to the raised platform Dr Brennen joined her.

Hodgins and Wendell stood there with the biggest grins. Cam and Brennen looked faintly worried and with a widening of her eyes Cam left them to it.

‘Okay then! Dr Brennen, I – er – good luck!’

Brennen gave her a stare as Cam all but fled before turning to the two grinning scientists before her.

The two men, dressed in their white lab coats, had completed their outfits with safety goggles. Hodgins passed a pair to her and suggested she stand back.

Before them lay just the one body, the others had joined their partners. It lay on a wire mesh over a large clear box. In front of it stood a burn furnace.

Brennen sighed. She should have known. This wasn’t the first time they had used the furnace with varying degrees of success. The last time they had set the lab on fire…and the two large funnels pointing to the body didn’t exactly fill her with confidence.

Something on her face must have shown what she was thinking as Hodgins moderated his grin.

‘Don’t worry, Dr B. We’ve planned this well.’ ‘Yeah. To defrost the body at room temperature would take all day. Using the furnace will take less than a minute.’ ‘And you won’t damage the body?’ ‘I guarantee it. The water and particulates will be collected in the basin beneath.’ ‘Very well, Dr Hodgins. You may proceed.’

She’d never tell them but standing back and watching the ice melt in mere seconds had been fascinating. She had stood behind Hodgins and Mr Bray and Brennen was so pleased that she had. The heat from the furnace did more than melt the ice. It gave both men red faces, and she pretended to be indifferent when Mr Bray reached across and put out a tiny flame in Hodgins’ hair. She couldn’t quite suppress the small smile as she spoke before leaving.

‘Well done, Dr Hodgins. I believe this makes you King of the Lab. Mr Bray, please clean the bones.’

The feeling of ‘knowing’ something nagged at Cam, and resolutely she ignored the experiment behind her and went to talk to Angela. Maybe, if the woman had been reported missing, they could get a head start on identifying her from what they could extrapolate already.

Angela was online talking to Booth and Cam told them of her feelings and described the woman and what she was wearing as best as she could.

‘Red hair, youngish – late 30’s maybe, cream and green ski jacket.’ ‘Well, there can’t be too many missing people from the resort, can there? Can you look that up, Angela?’ ‘Of course, Sweetie.’

But it was Booth that claimed their attention as Brennen entered the room.

‘Wait a second. You said redhead?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Booth? You know something?’ ‘I can’t believe it!’ ‘What is it, Booth?’ ‘Mid-thirties, redhead. It’s gotta be.’

Brennen sighed in exasperation.

‘Who is it, Booth?’ ‘Lucille Tracy. Wife of the Great Jeff Tracy.’ ‘How do you know that?’ ‘Killed in an avalanche 13 years ago. Body was never found. I can’t believe you guys don’t remember! There was a great big fuss because NASA refused to bring Tracy back from the moon!’

#Bones #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds are go fanfiction #not my fic #janetm74fics

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bonsaiiiiiii · 2 months

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SOS 🆘️ SOS 🆘️ SOS 🆘️ SOS 🆘️ SOS 🆘️

im scheduled for surgery tomorrow and I'm shitting my pants!!!!!!!! please send some Virgil over I wanna be flooded with Virgil my boy my man, and TB2, oh and cats pls pls pls 🥺

(I love myself some artwork too, the more virgil you send over the better no matter under what aspect)

#sos thunderfam #thunderfam #i need da virg!!!!!#VIRG!!!!!#surgery's nothing serious...i hope #they said there might be some complications skskfndjdkfks #i hope not

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code lyoko characters if they were on tumblr (tumblr dashboard simulator)

#code lyoko #tumblr dash simulator #dashboard simulator

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Eggs: chapter 2

Here we goooooo with chapter 2 of Eggs! I'm glad you liked it so much it bought me to make another chapter. I hope you like this one too <3

here you have it on Ao3!

Words: 4200-ish (too lazy to count the exact words. still a lot lol)

Genre: fluff on the long run, slice of life.

Fandom: Thunderbirds are go!2015

Characters: of course all of ‘em, again. some more oc’s this time, Quinn’s parents, plus Laurie again! She's part of the family now hehe.

Aw. This wasn't the best outcome ever that she imagined.

So donor mommy is dead, she ponders as she checks Lucille off her bucket list, this inconvenience making it impossible to ever meet her. She honestly didn't know what she expected until now, but she has no choice in feeling disappointed; after all, this woman gave her a chance to live, a chance into this world, and without her she wouldn't substantially exist. Like Jeff said, they and her parents knew each other from school, more specifically high school, losing gradually contact with each other once they got into college, so she was very pleased when she asked her parents about Lucille, receiving some answers about who she was and why she did this. She already knew why Lucille did this to her mom, because her mom wasn’t able to conceive, but it all gave her some more clearance.

“Basically you’re supposed to be the same age as his eldest son, babe…” She remembers her mom’s words as she scribbles the key parts of the conversation on a piece of paper, near some physics equations. “...’cos we decided to get pregnant together. But I had some heart complications, so she gave birth to her baby and the egg she gave me got frozen, some crio-crap or that stuff; so when I got better the egg had this defrost and I finally got the chance to have you in my life.” Her mom has never been this great with wording, despite her line of work needing a specific vocabulary- after all, it’s not like a flight attendant can use words like babe during pre-flight organization. Hm, she needs to scribble this important piece of information down too. After that, there hasn’t been much her mom was able to tell her, so she kinda has to resort to Jeff to get to know more about her. But, the question is, does she want to know more about Lucille?

She doesn't really want to be a part of that family, keep them close, because she already has one, the ones that grew her and educated her into who she is now, and it would be weird to go back and forth between a family and the other like it's normal business. But still...they're her half-siblings. Man, it's weird as hell hearing that, like it is coming to the conclusion she indeed has another family. Her parents hugged her when she bought her problems to them, telling her that, even if she has some more relatives now, this won’t mean they’re being replaced, on the contrary.

Her attention turns back to her list and her pen lands next on Clinton Smith's name, her donor daddy. She has yet to meet him, and Jeff promised he would find him upon her mentioning she has troubles doing so on her own. Well, she hasn’t asked him yet, but they basically live just next door; if she faces the window she can see the house’s silhouette, the same house her biological mother grew up in. Crazy how near she was all this time…did she get to even meet her, even if it was just a glance on the street? Did Lucille ever manage to see her, if from afar, if her parents accepted a meeting between them and she was too little to remember? Did…Lucille even want to see her in the first place? Sure, Jeff said that she wanted, but Sally also said Lucille never expected for her to come visit her. Let’s scribble this down.

"Man, I'm getting really sappy." She rolls her eyes, dumping unceremoniously the pen on top of the sheets spread all over her blanket, on the bed. She had always been a logical mind, and calculations have always been a passion for her. She would turn everything into something physics, logical, she would find a math formula in everything, a thing she now discovered she inherited from her biological mother. "Hm," she eyes one of those sheets, displaying lots of calculations and formulas scribbled messily. "I need to update Pot."

Her phone ringing, blasting a rock tune full sound, distracts her from the task she currently set herself to do now, her face lighting up at the caller ID.

"Rie!!! My sis, my precious bestie!" She fake sobs into her phone. "I missed you!"

"Are you crying?" Laurie's voice sounds cheerful, not seeming worried with that. "Is it me you're missing or tacos?"

The reply is a moment of silence. "Now that you mention it..."

"Traitor." She laughs it out. "Well, I'll be there in 5, so it's better if you find yourself ready."

"Oooooh, I live to see the day Laurie Charter herself takes me out on a date, never thought the roles would reverse so much! Missing me so much already?"

"You've been closed in your room for 4 days, now it's the moment to cut loose. Hurry up, I have a surprise for you." And with that, she hangs up.

Quinn shrugs, hauling herself off the bed and going cheerfully towards her closet, her mind set on going eating. She needs nourishment, and if they're under the form of tacos then who is she to refuse them precious carbs? After 34 minutes, her mom’s advice on a hairstyle, Rie’s advice on what to wear after she came and knocked on her door several times, her not being ready in 5 minutes like Rie wanted, Quinn’s finally ready to come out of her room and accept Rie’s surprise- what’s supposed to be breakfast, that now turned into a simple brunch.

“So?” Laurie starts, taking a sip of her pomegranate tea. “What’s been on your mind lately?”

“Ah-” She messily spits out, her mouth full of tacos; after she gulps down what was in her mouth, she speaks again. “I was thinking of inviting them to dinner. Or to meet somewhere.”

“When?”

“I was thinking tonight? The sooner the better. I don’t know why, but I think of it as a band-aid I have to rip off ASAP.”

“Hm.” Laurie takes a gentle bite from her donut. “But how does this make you feel? The whole thing, I mean.”

“Well, I don’t know why…but I’m disappointed. I know I shouldn’t be, I mean, I have a family of my own that raised me to be the woman I am now, even if I don’t look like either of them. The fact one of my biological parents, if not both of them, is dead…it shouldn’t mean anything to me.”

“Hey, don’t say that!” Rie protests softly, getting up from her seat in front of her bestie to go sit near her. “Sure, they’re not the parents who raised you up, but without them you wouldn’t be here.” She places her arm around Quinn’ shoulders, pulling her into a half-hug. “And you don’t know if your biological dad is still alive.”

“Well, even if he is, what should I do then? I don’t picture myself staying with him or visiting him just because he contributed to my creation…I mean, I didn’t.”

“Finding Lucille, or her family, changed this thought of yours?”

“I don’t know…the fact I had a chance to meet her, and from this chance I gained some step-brothers…y’know, I regretted for some time the fact that I didn’t open the documents as soon as I got them.”

“Well, everybody can understand that, not everyone is ready to have their life turned upside down like this.” She pauses, and for a few minutes they both sit in silence, soft chewing noises that make it more enjoyable. “I think you should give them a call and have dinner with them.”

Quinn pauses, cleaning her dirty fingers with a napkin. “It’s stupid for a brilliant ivy league brain like mine, but…you don’t think I’m replacing my parents this way, right…?”

Laurie’s half-hug turns into a full fledged one, hug-crushing her bestie. “Absolutely not! Even your mom told you this.”

Quinn sinks into her bestie’s embrace, pondering. Her mom… “Hang on!” She detaches, a crazy glimmer in the brown eyes she inherited from her biological mother. “I can invite them to my house! Jeff said they knew each other, so they’ll have the chance to talk again, and I’ll treat them like family friends instead of family! I mean- until I’ll be ready to see them as family.”

“Well-” Laurie starts tentatively, not colliding with Quinn's plan. But after all, if that's her wish, if that's what makes it easier for her… “-sure, why not?” She takes another sip of her tea, finishing it. “When do you plan on calling them?”

“Honestly, I don't know if I should call them or go to their house…what do you think it's best?” Quinn ponders, playing with her straw and twirling it around the rim of her glass. Having another family to think about has never been so stressful.

“Well, personally delivered news is always better. You can stop by just to tell them and you'll see them tonight.” Rie replies, patting gently her bestie's shoulder. “You also have their contact numbers, right?”

“Yeah, but I think what you said is best. Wanna go now?”

“Oh!” She mutters, checking her clock. “Sorry, I can't. I gotta give an exam next week and I want to study a little, just to be sure. But if you want to go now you totally can!”

“Oh, well, that's perfect, no worries! Then I'll let you know what they said.”

Aaaand there she is again, in front of that fateful house that holds an important piece of her. This time she's not so nervous to let her presence known, so she knocks on the door, waiting for an answer. It takes a little, and she scrunches her nose; are they gone already? Gone where? Isn't this their home, where they grew up?

Just when she shrugs, about to step away from their porch and go back home to contact them via holocall and update Pot, the door opens, revealing one of her step-brothers. The one she shares the eyes with.

“Hi, how- oh, it's you!” Virgil's eyes glimmer at the sight of his new sibling, his first sister by blood- apart from Kayo, his sister by soul. “Sorry it took me a while…how can I help you? Do you wanna come in?”

“Oh, hi, Virgil! Yeah, it would be nice.” Unconsciously, her eyes glimmer too. “How are you guys?”

“Oh, all fine, thank you. How are you, how's your family?” Wow, this sounds exactly like a question a family friend would say, and not her family by blood. Hm, it'll be easier than expected to pretend with them a little before facing the cold, harsh truth.

“Oh, all right. Apart from some pretty stubborn calculations for my midterm, I'll eventually figure my way out of that one too. If I flirt with it, chances are that it might soften a little.” She jokes, allowing Virgil to crack a hearty laugh. “Is your dad home?”

“Ack, you just missed him! He had to go to Washington with Scott for a meeting. If you want you can leave me a message for him.”

“Ah, that's alright.” She accommodates herself to a comfy seat on the couch Virgil pointed her to, him sitting right beside her with some distance added for comfort. “Do you know when they'll be back? I want to invite you guys over for dinner…” For reasons unknown to her, she shies out a little, the words not coming out with her usual confidence.

“Oh!” Virgil is taken aback by this request of hers, finally happy she decided to reach out for them after giving her space. He thought about it, about her, in these 4 days she's been radio silent; they all sat down and talked together about this the same night after she visited, and after that there's been some chats between the three eldest, Scott taking the lead for the times he butted himself in wherever the topic or her name has been mentioned.

After much research on her and some records from their dad, all of them eventually became convinced she shares half their blood, therefore she's family, even Scott after a looooong while. Scott was skeptical at first, wary even, because she's still a stranger, a thunder in broad daylight, and just like that she flipped their lives upside down with their mom's perfect resemblance; it took a lot of time and evidence for him to relax his shoulders and finally accept her.

John, silent as usual, trusted his gut for once instead of his brain, his logical core receiving the proof he always seeks in everything upon seeing her face for the first time. He didn't do any further research, if not to calm Scott down, and that has been more than enough for him to trust her. He revealed to Virgil, in one of their 3 eldest conversations, that he's curious to get to know her, to know if she shares their and their mother's same interests, apart from the aspect.

Gordon…well he knows Gordy like the back of his hand, his well trusted copilot, and to say he was absolutely mesmerized by her from the first time he laid eyes on her is a misunderstanding; after all, if you place them side by side, it looks like they could be twins for how dangerously identical they are, just opposite sexes.

And Alan, what to say about him. His big sister!, he excitedly said, another part of his family! Yeah.

“Well,” Virgil starts again, recollecting his thoughts. “They actually have to eat dinner at some place or something, but they'll be way happier to dine back home. I'll call them and let them know to not make any stops.”

“Oh, but if they're busy dining somewhere else I can arrange for another night.” Quinn says, remembering the speech Rie gave her about who they are. Millionaires. Possibly freaking billionaires, that have countless houses, a freakin’ Island and giant ass ships, all in one! And here she got her suspicions confirmed, just by looking at this house she figured already they're rich, just not this important. Motherfrikin’ International Rescue!

“Nah, no worries! Their stop was kind of forced, since they're probably gonna finish late and want to rest a little, especially dad. You've seen him these days, haven't you?” He asks, finding that his dad's health is a great topic just to keep her here some more.

“Yeah…what's happening with him? If I can, uh, ask.”

“Of course.” He takes a deep breath, trying to lay this on her as gently as possible; it's probable she's been living under a rock, hence why she doesn't really know them and what they do, except from her best friend who seemed to vividly know who she had in front of her at their meeting. “He's had kind of an accident in space.”

???!!! “Space??”

“Yeah. He's slowly recovering now, so he'll get better, but the therapy is an exhausting path for him.”

“Yeah…” Quinn shifts her legs uncomfortably. “I'm sure he'll get better.”

“Thank you.” Virgil smiles at her. Just as he's about to say something else, he gets interrupted by one of his brothers entering the living room after what seems like a deep slumber.

“Hey Vì, who was at the doo…oh!” Alan gasps upon laying his eyes on Quinn, suddenly aware of the oversized Hard Rock Cafe shirt he's wearing, some neon red trunks that look like a punch in the eye in contrast with the plain cream shirt, foot bare and bedridden hair. Yup, that boy sure had the best reboot of his life.

“Hiii!” Quinn energetically waves at him, doing the same weird bro handshake they did the first time they met, Alan regaining his usual smile and playfulness.

“She has just been inviting us for dinner tonight.” Virgil says, smiling at their cute and natural interaction, like they knew each other since they were little.

“Ooooooh, nice! Where are we going?” He makes that happy puppy face, happy that he gets the chance to see her again, that she wants to reach out again.

“I was thinking over at my house, y'know? Your parents knew mine, so I think it's a perfect chance for them to meet again.”

“Actually that's a great idea, how thoughtful of you.” Virgil answers, making Quinn crack a smile.

“Hey, sometimes my brain seems to poop out these genius ideas, what to say?” She confidently says, swishing her hair again.

“Well, nothing more to expect from an ivy league brain.” Virgil laughs it out, totally on board with her confident sense of humor. “By the way, can we offer you something? Like some water, a snack?”

“Oh, yeah, some water would be awesome! Have you checked how hot is it today? It's like Hell on Earth today.”

“Not hotter than other days, you gotta see Hell on Earth next week or something.” Alan says, shrugging the upcoming sleepless and sweating nights off his mind, just for now.

“Ah, don't I know it…” She rolls her eyes, thanking Virgil who in the meantime just bought her a nice blessing disguised as a glass of water. After she gulps it down in some big chugs, she wipes her mouth, placing the now empty glass on a nearby tabletop. “Well, I'll go on my way now, I gotta prepare for later. Is it okay around 7PM?”

“More than perfect, actually. Do you want me to get you at your door?” Virgil offers, getting up from his seat, Alan instantly near him too.

“Me too!” The youngest adds with his usual puppy smile.

“Why not? So you can see where I live anyways, not that it's that far.” She gets up, putting her usual paperboy hat on, a necessary measure to keep her beautiful and brilliant blonde head from the scorching sun outside.

“Alright then, I'll put my shoes on. Allie, go get dressed.” He speaks to a puppy that precedes him, already up the stairs to freshen up and scroll the nappy time off.

And moments later, they all were at her door. “Do you want a snack? Some coffee?” Quinn says while unlocking the door, allowing them to get in first.

“Now you’re speaking my language!” Virgil smiles broadly, stepping aside to allow the housekeeper to enter first, ever the gentleman.

“Well, nothing wrong with a little snack!” Alan takes the initiative instead, strolling into the room just before Quinn. He stops a few steps later, not familiar with the ambience. “Uhhh…”

Quinn laughs it off, pointing them to her living room, while Virgil scolds him lightly for barging in and not greeting her family.

“Ah, don't worry, they're not home right now. They'll be back in about…” She checks the wall clock. “...2 hours? Give or take. Momma’s gone shopping, ‘cause tomorrow she works, while dad’s working right now. This evening they’re all gonna be there.” Her voice gets weaker and weaker while she goes into the kitchen to provide some coffee and snacks for her guests.

While they wait for their ‘sister’’s return, they look around the living room, commenting quietly on it. “This house is not too bad either. Very big…” Alan absentmindedly says, making a mental note that Quinn can know too what it’s like growing up rich, like them.

“It’s all in shades of gold, somewhat matching with everything.” Virgil’s artistic side breaks loose, his eyes scanning the room with a killer precision, stopping on a specific painting to admire it. Quinn is portrayed on this canvas, and you can see it’s handmade and mesmerizing, with her color palette very brilliant and vivid, the blues, reds and blacks of her graduation coat complimenting the gold, the brown and the blonde of her figure, pearly white teeth smiling at them and a very brilliant bouquet of colorful flowers that are so realistic you could almost smell them. For some reason, it’s almost as if he's looking at his mom smiling for him yet again. That smile she has in the painting is different from the one she usually sports in front of them, more genuine, warmer…mom’s.

“How much sugar in your coffees?” Quinn shouts from the kitchen, making both brothers straighten up and look towards the source of her voice, the kitchen.

“Alan doesn’t take it, mine with just some milk, cold if possible.” Virgil shouts back after debating quickly with Alan, him shaking his head.

“Comin’ right up!” And true to her words, some moments later Quinn returns into the living room carrying a big tray full of snacks and other drinks; Virgil is quick to jump up from his seat, helping her place it on a coffee table in front of the couches, where she sits down too. After a coffee with some milk for Virgil, a caramel macchiato for Quinn, some cranberry juice for Alan and some chocolate chip biscuits for everyone to feast on, they get back into conversation.

“What job do your parents do, by the way? If you don’t mind me asking, of course.” Virgil starts, the doubt not leaving his mind since she mentioned why her parents aren’t home.

“Oh, my mom is a flight attendant, while my dad is a game engineer, or some sort. He builds special plushies and games for children.” Quinn broadly says. “While yours?”

“Mom was an aerospace engineer, dad is a retired astronaut. Retired for obvious reasons.”

“Yeah, I get it. I suppose it was awesome to grow up with parents with these jobs.”

“Meh, partly yes. Sometimes, they were really busy or away from work to stay with us, and Grandma was with us most of the time. But on the other hand, yeah, it was awesome because they would always bring us lots of things and pictures from where they went and what they did.” Virgil explains, remembering fondly the old moments together. Quinn, though, doesn’t fail to notice Alan’s pained and awkward expression with the corners of her eyes, like he’s taking part in a conversation he can’t contribute to. “But after Gordon, mom left her job, staying at home full time with us. Then…things happened.”

“Yeah…can't say I get it, but in some way I suppose I do.” Now that she thinks about it, she doesn’t know the reason Lucille’s dead yet. Welp, it’s not like she can openly ask them, considering how they all shy out at even the mention of her name.

“How did it make you feel to know about mom?” Alan asks curiously, just to check if she shared or shares their same sense of loss.

“Well, uh…” She nervously chuckles. “...we can say I'm pretty sad I didn't get the chance to meet her sooner, especially considering the fact we lived so close to each other, but really I think I shouldn't be feeling like this. After all, I've got parents on my own.”

“It's perfectly normal for you to feel this way.” Virgil simply dissipates her doubts, leaving it at that.

“Yeah…well!” She deems it safe to change conversation, trying to bring some lightheartedness to the ambience. “So this is my house! It’s not as big as yours, but it’s still a nice place to live in.” What a kickstarter…she quietly sips her coffee after that, somewhat embarrassed to be with them.

“Yeah! I honestly didn’t expect us to be so close, who knew we could have met a long time ago?” Alan adds, making it difficult for Quinn now to picture them just as some family friends. Dang.

“Yeah…” She laughs it out sheepishly, adding to it another sip of her coffee.

Just as Virgil is about to speak, his holocomm rings, beeping noisily enough for everyone to notice. “Ah, sorry, gotta take this. It's dad.” And after excusing himself, he distances himself from them. Moments later, and many biscuits later, he returns with a smile. “Allie, we gotta go. They finished their meetings earlier and are heading home now.”

“Well,” Quinn gets up from her seat in unison with Alan, who approaches his big brother. “It's been a pleasure to welcome you home. I hope to see you later for dinner.” She smiles broadly.

“Of course! I already told them, we'll be all here this evening. 7PM, right?”

“Hmm-mh! But it's okay if you'll be late, at least it will make up for my stunt a few days ago.” She jokes, earning yet another laugh from both brothers. They look like they don't smile that often these days.

After waving them goodbye, her petite figure half leaning on the door, she closes it with a big sigh. Now, to let her parents know…hm, but what will they be eating? Her fridge isn't that full…maybe a pizza? Uhhh, pizza and tacos! “I'm a genius!” A beep on her phone notifies her that her beloved AI, Potatoer (shortly Pot), requests her attention. Girl, please update me. I hate it here, feeling like a grandpa.

“Ahhhh Pottyyyyy! Lemme give you some software updates for dinner!” She shouts while sprinting upstairs to her bedroom.

#chapter 2 yeehaw #iris writes #thunderbirds are go #thunderfam

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dunno...Valentin's day is approaching 👀

ima tag @tagloveandthunderbirds too, cos ♡love♡

“Girl, the only thing i’d change about you is your last name~”

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Scott appeared from the living room still wearing his IR suit, not even bothering to change back into his civilian clothes, and walked quickly to the kitchen where everyone was dining. At first glance it seemed that he had just returned from a rescue, except for the fact that he was seething. Of course, usually Scott, as well as the other boys, would come back from a rescue tired and exhausted, sometimes irritated too if who they had to save was particularly...difficult, but they were never angry.

But when Scott slammed his hand on the table, briefly drawing everyone’s attention, you could see it on his face that he was nervous.

"What would this be?" he asked, his voice dangerously low. Dangerously because it either meant that the situation was serious, or that Scott was exaggerating, making it look like it was.

Gordon briefly looked up from his plate. "This being what?"

Scott looked down, toward his hand that covered what he wanted the others to see. Snorting, he removed his hand, revealing... a paper sheet; there seemed to be something drawn on it.

"Oh!" Gordon said, smiling. "Do you like it?"

"I knew it was your doing! Do you have sawdust in that brain of yours?" Strange, no one seemed to get curious and lean over to see what it was about. Could it be...? "My private comms rang off uninterruptedly with non-stop calls and messages!"

"Well, be grateful that I left your private line, so that people didn’t occupy the International Rescue one."

"In that case, I would be the one to receive non-stop calls and texts." John interfered, nibbling on a bagel.

Scott looked at him one second too many. "When did you get down here?"

"About an hour ago." John had this strange face, he seemed to stifle a grin. Or he was hiding it under his bagel.

"Anyway, I don’t hear any noise, no notifications, nothing. Aren’t you lying?" Alan pointed out, crossing his arms around his chest with a sly grin. "Don’t tell me you didn’t get any girl’s attention!" After that addition there was a chain of giggles that started from Alan and spread all the way over to Grandma.

"On the contrary." He replied half-proud but also half-annoyed, pulling out his iconic blue shirt; one of the buttons on his wrist continued to light on and off with every notification that arrived. "As you can see, I get too much attention, I just silenced my comms. How did you-?" He didn’t even have to finish his sentence, because John was watching him again, now without hiding a smile himself.

"Well, cheer up bro!" Gordon took Scott’s thinking break to resume the conversation. "Your birthday is approaching, so you will receive many wishes from everyone!"

"But you could have avoided the comms open 24/7, this thing doesn’t even stop when I’m in the bathroom, without the need to tell you what I'm doing in there." At Scott’s response Kayo made a small grimace, though she was accustomed to hearing these things, while the tinies were laughing silently, that vibrating torso type of laugh, and slapping the table lightly and repeatedly; Alan in particular was about to choke on the bite he hadn’t swallowed yet.

"Careful, Scott! You don’t want to express yourself with such colorful language with the ladies!" Grandma jokingly rebuked him. "Who knows what impression you’ll make on the poor fellas..."

"So you’re telling me that with all the times you’ve flown by it, you’re just now noticing it?" Virgil asked, smiling.

Scott facepalmed, sighing and snorting at the same time. "I woke up with this infernal noise, and I thought there was a rescue to be done, so without seeing who it was, as the line is private-" with that addition he turned to Gordon. "- I answered. I had to get out of the damn bed to go check out the damn billboard." That’s why Scott was so upset: he had a rescue that kept him out of bed all night, and just when he came back for lunch and took an afternoon nap, he was disturbed. Gordon grinned evilly.

"Wait." Scott remembered Virgil’s question. "How long has that billboard been there?" His voice returned low and calm again.

Virgil stopped looking at his brother, focusing his attention on his plate.

"Ah, so you made a girl hear your sexy, powerful, bed voice! What a chance!" This day has just become a tease Scott Tracy day and Gordon was its founder; the others were too busy laughing to say anything.

"I can’t believe you all united for this amazing prank, good job you guys." Scott crossed his arms to his chest, visibly offended and sarcastic. "Which one of you should I blame the most?"

Gordon stood up at that last question, beaming. "Oh, I’m glad you asked!" Then he pulled out a holo list. "So, let’s see...Alan and I had the idea, John took care of the qr code and the link to your private line, and Kayo took care of the design! That love you is awesome."

"Thank you!" Kayo smiled at him.

"You forgot about me." Virgil corrected him.

"And me." Brains followed.

"Ah, sorry..." Gordon checked the list again, as Scott looked at the duo with a distraught expression. He understood Virgil doing this, but not Brains. Why would Brains do this to him? "Here we go, here we go. Brains offered to test the upgraded version of Thunderbird 1's drones, taking them on a fly test around the world to hand out fliers."

"Fliers?" Scott tried to interrupt him.

"And Virgil mentioned in those a free coffee date with you; you’re the one offering, of course."

"Free coffee?" Scott repeated this word too, now dumbfounded.

Gordon looked at him as if to say, what are you, a parrot? "Well, you see...this is called revenge."

"It’s revenge." Virgil repeated, high-fiving with Gordon.

"Revenge...?" Scott repeated, trying to remember. "What did I do this time?"

"Do you remember that time you painted my face while I was sleeping, and then you pulled me out of bed and made me dress up without even looking in the mirror because Penny was in the living room? That's it! You forgot to tell me Penny was in the living room!"

"No, I can assure you that I have not forgotten." Scott snickered, teasing the pufferfish.

"Eh, I didn’t forget either if this is the case. Enjoy your ladies." After that sentence, almost conveniently, the comm sounded once again, only this time it wasn't coming from his shirt.

"Oh no, not again!" Scott yelled, letting go of some curses under his breath too. Luckily Grandma didn’t seem to notice as she was answering the comms to see who it was; it was Penelope and she was smiling too.

“Scott! I was looking for you!”

"Let me guess, you saw what happened." Now that he noticed, Scott was still in his suit. It was starting to pinch his skin.

"Yes, that’s why I was looking for you."

Scott raised an eyebrow. "Hm?"

Penny raised a flier into sight, smiling. "Is the offer also valid for a cup of tea? Iced tea, perhaps?"

Scott squinted his eyes. Grandma turned to Gordon. "Gordon... run to my signal."

"Sure, it’s available for all drinks!" Virgil answered Penny’s question, chuckling. This episode would not be easily forgotten.

Grandma's signal wasn't needed as Gordon started running before she could give it, his killer squid sense kicking in; it was correct, as after he started running Scott was quickly after him.

#Iris writes #thunderbirds are go #thunderfam #tag: love and thunderbirds #tag:love&thunderbirds

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