Scott yawned wide enough to crack his jaw.
“why don’t you go for a nap, we’ll call you when dinners ready” Virgil nudged his shoulder.
“no, I’m.....Fi---ne” his reply was split by another epic yawn.
“Quick, call the cops!” Gordon shouted, a massive grin on his face, “hes resisting A-REST!”
I admit I never thought I would draw this couple... but here I am.
@myladykayo commissioned me to draw Scott and Kayo in a slice of life scene.
Scott is brushing Kayo’s hair after a probably long day of rescue missions and brushing someone’s hair is calming for both involved, I think.
I had fun drawing this picture and I hope I did both of them justice.
From @aliceinwhumperland’s Whump Word(s) of the Day: “It’s the hospital or I cover you in Barbie bandaids. Your choice.”
Scott was giving him The Glare.
It was an intense glare, but Gordon was immune to such looks from his eldest brother. Gordon grinned as he stood there, arms folded across his chest. In return Scott’s glare deepened.
‘It’s the hospital or I cover you in Barbie Bandaids. Your choice.’
‘John? Can you send One home while I fly Scott to…’
‘Home. You can fly me home.’
‘Virgil and Grandma can patch me up.’
Scott and Gordon stared each other out while John pinched his nose.
‘Grandma says bring Scott home…’
‘Scott! Bring Scott home, but I’ll be piloting Two. Gordon, you need to patch up those cuts and stem the bleeding before we do end up needing a hospital.’
Two moved beneath them as Gordon rummaged around one of the lockers.
‘Here you go, Scotty,’ he said, turning back with a huge grin.
And a packet of bright pink Barbie stickers.
Okay, so I had this not-so-brilliant idea of writing a bunch of little shorts relating to this post. But apparently, my brain feels the need to think up back story to the whole concept, so consequently we have much more fic than is really needed. ::headdesk::
Anyway, I will try again shortly and see what else I can come up with, because the permutations are to die for :D
I hope you enjoy this little scribble.
Scott Tracy was not good at waiting.
Not good at all.
John had reassured him that Virgil was on his way back, but man it sucked having to wait for his – for any of his little brothers.
Why did they do this again?
Oh yeah, to save lives.
Part of him wished they could save themselves and he could keep all four little bros safe on their idyllic tropical island.
He grit his teeth as he paced back and forth in front of Two’s discarded module.
Just as the mammoth hole the Mole had left in the landscape started spewing dirt and his brother’s craft threw itself onto the surface.
Its cutting blades immediately ground to a halt. Dirt and dust settled slowly on everything in the sudden silence.
Scott was moving before thought.
He skidded to a halt at a safe distance from the Mole. The dirt covered hatch finally opened and his brother was climbing out, his uniform covered in that same dust and dirt. He didn’t even look at Scott, busy attending to the miner he’d dug down there to save.
You know, dug through kilometres of far too hot rock to reach the man who had been stranded in a mine that should never have been dug that deep in the first place.
Scott’s interactions with the mining officials had been sharp and to the point.
John was on it.
Scott had no doubt that there wouldn’t be much left by the time John had finished with them.
Paramedics rushed in and took the miner from Virgil’s hands as Scott was finally able to run over to his brother.
The heat radiating off the Mole was horrid. “Virg? You okay?”
His brother was caked in dirt and as he turned to face Scott, he wobbled just a little. He reached up, unclipped his helmet – how his brother was able to see through the smeared plexiglass, Scott had no idea. He reached up and helped Virgil lift the disgusting mess off his head.
Scott was ever so grateful to see his brother, even as pale as he was in the evening light.
Virgil sighed. “Yeah, yeah. I’m good. Just tired.” He went to wipe his face with his hand but staring at the dirt on his gloves, reconsidered it.
His eyes switched to Scott, exhaustion in their depths. “Was a little hot down there.” He drew in a breath and stuttered. “Sc-Scott…?”
Scott dove and caught him as he fell.
John: We call that a traumatic event.
John, turning to Alan: Not a ‘bruh moment’
John, turning to Gordon: Not a ‘major L’
John, turning to Scott: And definitely not an ‘OOF lmao’…
Happy birthday to our favorite space ginger 🎉🧡✨
Getting some well deserved rest with his big bro. I’m posting this later than planned because I went stargazing a bit, saw some shooting stars, so maybe they’re freshly home from birthday stargazing too!
“I’m following this through.”
“Even if it makes you unhappy? Even if it kills you?”
“We don’t know that it will.”
“We don’t know that it won’t.”
Scott peeked his head into the doorway of Gordon's room. It had been almost four months since the hydrofoil accident and they had finally been able to get him out of the hospital. Mind you it was just to a recovery facility--a fancy name for a nursing home for young people--but it was a step in the right direction.
Gordon was sitting up in his bed, his hands busy with a rubric cube that John had gotten him a couple weeks prior. Scott knocked on the doorframe before stepping into the room.
"How many times have you solved that?"
Gordon flashed his brother a smile and held up the completed cube. "Lost count. Only takes me about ten to fifteen minuets now. By the time I'm out of here I'll be able to compete in those tournaments and earn some prizes!"
"I'm sure you'll be a bit busier to have time to do that. Dad said that he brought Brains by to talk about his little pet project."
Gordon's smile faded a little and he looked back down at the cube as he started to reset it for another go. "Yeah, we had a good long talk about what he'd be able to do so that I could still help out."
"That's good!" Scott sat down on the edge of the bed and patted one of Gordon's legs.
"Scott, I've made my decision."
"What decision is that?"
"I'm following through with it."
"Hm?" Scott tilted his head a little.
"The surgery." Gordon reached over and grabbed a thick packet off his side table. "You read it didn't you?"
Scott frowned as the research landed heavy on the bed between them. "I did." He swallowed but avoided touching the document. "But it's a huge risk."
"It's worth it."
"Even if it makes you unhappy? Even if it kills you?"
"We don't know that it will."
"We don't know that it won't either."
"Scott, I can't just go on like this, knowing there was something I could try that I didn't. Dad's had all the best doctors look at it and the all think the theory is sound."
"But that's all it is, theory. No one's ever tried anything like this!" Scott wove his fingers into each other and looked down at them. "I don't want you to take a risk like this."
"It's not your choice."
"Then why are you telling me?"
"Because I at least want you to understand why."
"Brains can do pretty much anything. I know you want to be part of Dad's project, but you don't have to risk your life like this."
"Look, from what they can tell through all the scans is that my spinal cord is still intact, it's just squished to death from all the broken bone. If they can replace it--"
"Yeah, sure, you'd get full mobility back. But they also said that you could get that back naturally as well, you do have some feeling in your legs still."
"This would be faster. Otherwise I'd be stuck here for the next twenty years."
"We wouldn't just leave you here. Dad is installing plenty of elevators and lifts--"
"I don't want to live like that!" Gordon threw the cube at the wall and it clattered to the floor. He took in a deep breath and rubbed at his face. "I know you're just worried about me. Trust me, I'm scared to death. But we have the money and the means to try this out. If it's successful they can start working on streamlining the process so other's can benefit from it."
"So you're doing it for others? Very noble of you."
"I'm doing it for me."
Scott glanced up and saw an intensity in Gordon's eyes he hadn't seen since his declaration that he was going to train and win an Olympic medal. He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"I just want my family, all of them, there for me when I come out."
Scott closed his eyes tight. "I don't want to see you purposely hurting yourself like this, but--" Scott reached up and rubbed at his eyes for a moment before opening them again. "If this is what you want. It is your body."
"Thank you, Scott." Gordon smiled a little and slumped in the bed. "Could you do me a favor?"
Scott stood and retrieved the rubric cube from the floor. "Here." He tossed it onto the bed.
"Actually it was something else. Could you talk to Alan? I told him but he really didn't take it very well."
"What did you say to him?"
"Just that there was a 50% chance it would fail and I think he took that as it would kill me--" Gordon averted his gaze.
"It could kill you. Any operation where you're sitting on the table laid open for hours can kill you."
"Yeah, but they do that with open heart all the time. It'll just be the other side of me that'll be open. Please, Scott."
Scott pinched his lips and shook his head. "Alright. I'll talk to him. When is this going to happen?"
"Couple of weeks. The doctors are putting together a simulation they can practice on before the real thing."
"Glad to hear that at least."
"I'll be fine Scott. I'll survive. I have so far haven't I?"
"At this point, it would take a cataclysmic event to kill you off, wouldn't it?"
"Yep, I'm here for good!" Gordon flashed his smile again and Scott couldn't help but mirroring it.
My contribution to the fandom this week 😂
Jeff: Son I don't want to pry but...have you been having depressive episodes?
Scott: Depressive episodes? I've been having a whole depressive series for some time now, we're on Season 8, Jefferson
A bit of domestic sibling type fluff for your reading pleasure (I hope)
Also available on AO3 Here
“Al, what's wrong with this picture?” Gordon held his younger brother back with a palm to his chest as they both strolled into the living area. Alan glanced up from his phone which had been claiming full possession of his attention.
“Huh?” Alan cast his eyes around the room, but came up blank.
Gordon helped him out by sweeping his arms towards the couch. Alan looked again and drew in a shocked breath.
In the sunken seating area, Scott was stretched out across a sofa, head propped up on a cushion, a book in one hand, legs crossed at the ankles.
“That's right little bro,” he crouched lower, draping an arm over Alan's shoulder and lowered his voice in his best nature programme voice over impression. “Here we see a very rare sight, for a while it has been thought to be extinct by several scientific communities, it’s a resting Scott Tracy”
He crept forward a few steps, pulling a confused Alan with him, “Careful Alan, we don’t want to startle him.” he whispered.
Scott gave up his pretence of ignoring them and lowered the book to his chest, waiting to see what they would do next, with an indulgent smile on his lips.
Alan was nudged down onto his stomach behind one of the sofa backs. Gordon was propped up on his elbows holding his hands up to his eyes as mock binoculars.
“Oh look Alan, we’re in luck, I think we’re about to see a challenge for dominance.”
“Wha-?” Alan was silenced by an elbow in the ribs and made to duck down flat, which only served to hide their heads, leaving their legs and backs splayed out across the hardwood floor for all to see.
Virgil strolled into the room, raising a quizzical eyebrow at his brothers impersonation of a rug, but decided it was best not to ask. Anyway, his attention was distracted by a far stranger sight currently sprawled across the seat cushions. For it truly was a rare sight, and for a moment Virgil was thrown, it was completely out of character to see Scott stationary for anything short of serious illness or injury. As soon as Virgil's brain supplied those final thoughts the worry came steaming in like a freight train. He redirected his steps for an interception course with the cause of his concern. Still a few steps out from his target and he was already putting a hand out ready to be placed on Scotts brow for the purpose of temperature checking. As one calloused palm came to rest on Scotts head, the other hand had snatched up the patient's wrist, twisting smoothly to allow access to the pressure point and to give Virgil a clear view of his own watch to let him gauge the pulse. Virgil's frown only deepened when these first two checks provided no further insight. Glancing down at Scott, Virgil was further confused to be greeted not with a scowl or stubborn declarations of being “fine”, but instead Scott wore a benign, if slightly bemused, smile.
“You ok Virg?” he asked, peering up from under the large palm still draped across his forehead.
“Am I ok? - well, yeah, but what about you? What's all this --?” and he gestured to Scotts current reclined position “what’s wrong?” He released his brother's wrist and tried looking at the problem from a different direction. Namely from the feet up. Propped up feet, that could mean a sprain or a break, he carefully prodded at each joint from the knee down, only to be batted away with a paperback novel.
“Get off Virgil! There's nothing wrong, can’t a guy relax for a bit in peace and quiet?”
Virgil narrowed his eyes and frowned “I’m not buying it,” his eyes took in Scotts prone position once again - lying down, that could mean a pulled back, he made a move to investigate, hands at the ready to get to the bottom of this mystery. However, his theory was proved false, as in a surprising display of agility Scott pulled himself swiftly upright whilst pulling his legs in towards his body, ending up crossed legged in the middle of the sofa, deploying the book once again to fend off his attacker. Which was all the more surprising given how much leg there was to fit on such a narrow seat, but he perched there quite happily like Peter Pan, an amused glint still visible in his eye.
“It’s called relaxation, you might have heard of it?” he said with a chuckle, stretching one leg out to nudge Virgil towards sitting down on the now available end of the couch. “You were the one telling me to slow down a bit, but you look like you're wound tighter than Gordons ukulele strings.”
Virgil frowned, but let himself be pushed onto the seat, flopping down in a rather ungraceful manner.
“Well I didn’t actually expect you to listen to me!” he said, exasperated.
Scott snorted with laughter, “you can hear yourself - right?” Scott asked “I think you might be the one who needs some down time, here -” he tossed the book into Virgil's lap. “I’ve finished this one, shut up and relax and I won't tell you how it ends”
With that Scott leaned back again, his head propped by the waiting pillow once again. Stretching out his legs he propped his feet up on Virgil's leg, with a mischievous wiggle which only served to draw attention to the hole in the toe of his sock. He let out a contented sigh, folded his arms behind his head and closed his eyes.
Virgil still wasn’t sure what was going on, but was drawn in by the cover art on the novel and soon found himself engrossed in the story. It could have been the perfect peaceful afternoon, if not for the voice that interrupted the moment.
“And now,” the breathy whisper continued its narration “we can see dominance has been reasserted and life will go on as normal within the herd,”
“What are they doing?” Virgil whispered to Scott, who had cracked open one eye and one eye only. He only got a shrug in response.
“What, we ask, will happen to the younger members of the pack, if the older, more decrepit members of the pride have eaten all the available food?” Gordon droned on in the same low murmur which still managed to travel quite well, Gordon never having truly mastered whispering.
Decisively Virgil snatched at the heel of Scotts holey sock where it still rested on his leg, tugging it off Scotts foot, much to said individuals surprise. A few quick movements and it had been folded into a tight ball and launched with deadly precision at the would be naturalists.
“Aggghhh!” cried Alan, scurrying away on all fours
“I think it's time we changed location, I fear the subjects have become conscious of our presence!” Gordon continued his narration even as he log rolled out of his partial hiding place, before jumping up into a crouching run and darting out of the open patio doors, Alan close on his heels.
“Good shot,” Scott commented, before closing his eyes again, leaving Virgil free to settle back into his story. For now, at least, peace could prevail across the island.
Virgil: Why is Scott rolling on the floor, laughing? And what happened to Alan's face?
John *sighs: Alan was about to hit his head on the door frame, so I told him to duck and he quacked at me.
John: And then he hit his head.
For @gumnut-logic's Fluffember2021. Day 28. Wish/Shaft of Sunlight
John grumbled to himself as he made his way to the kitchen. He was desperate for a coffee. He’d come down from Five last night at the insistence of his oldest brother, but he’d not slept any. Damn gravity.
He wished that his brother would leave him alone sometimes.
But then John sighed. That wasn’t fair on Scott. His brother was born to worry about his siblings, and John had been run ragged with the recent spate of non-stop rescues. Grandma had called a 24-hour shutdown and Scott had insisted John came down to rest.
As he got closer to the kitchen and the caffeine he both craved and needed, he yawned widely…and stumbled over nothing, falling down onto all fours. John groaned. He was tired and gravity was…brutal.
And then the sun came out.
Without even thinking anything more than how tired he was and how warm the shaft of sunlight was, John promptly curled up and fell asleep.
When Scott came back from his run and saw the orange cat asleep in the sunbeam he smiled softly.
Finally, John was getting the rest he needed.
By and from @dragonoffantasyandreality for @neuroticphysiologist
Finished this picture with the prompts given:
1. Alan and Scott + scarf
2. John + Vinyl
3. Pen and Ink + snow
- - -
Gordon: Uh, I think I got your lunch.
*holds up a note that says ‘I am very proud of you. Love, Scott.’*
Alan: Oh yeah. I didn’t think this was for me.
*holds up a note that says ‘Be good. For the love of God, please be good.’*
So 2021 is coming to a close.
This is the first whole year I've spent in Thunderfam and I am so, so grateful that I found you guys.
Thanks to you guys; I have regained my love of drawing, regained my love of fandom after the horrible experiences I've had with Thunderbirds Facebook groups and I've made some amazing friends from all over the world and without them, I might not be here today.💛💛
I know I'm grumpy, sometimes I don't get involved in activities and I'm generally pessimistic, but you always seem to put up with me and still accept me as Thunderfam despite my flaws and issues.
You all make my life a little brighter, this little community is so special and it is unfortunately rare to have such a supportive, loving, caring and kind fandom.
I love you guys so much!!
And I'm looking forward to spending many more years to come with you all.
*Warmest hugs to you all*
I made more arts today.
It's a new banner, yay!!
I'm tired, I don't even know how long I spent on this one...
And now I sleep...
Sing us a song, you’re the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well we’re all in the mood for a melody
And you’ve got us feeling alright