#TAGrewatch

[cg29]

Rewatch with Screenshots: S3, E8 - Crash Course.

Otherwise known as - Two idiots endanger themselves and therefore risk the lives of Alan and John who come to rescue them.

#tagrewatch #thunderbirds 2015 #Thunderbirds Episode Crash Course #Thunderbirds Are Go #Thunderbirds Screenshots #Thunderbirds #Thunderfam #Thunderbirds Fandom #John Tracy #Alan Tracy #TAG Rewatch #Thunderbirds Season 3 #Crash Course #Space Bro's

[neuroticphysiologist]

Scott and Virgil - Icarus

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More: [Youngest]

#neurotic phys tag #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #tagrewatch #thunderbirds are go season 3 #scott tracy #virgil tracy #thunderbird 1 #thunderbird 2

[riotraze]

S03.E10 - Deep Water // Black Water by Of Monsters and Men

#tagrewatch #thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #tag s03e10 #tag tunes #tag gifs #the song that started it all #deep water was the first new episode to air while i was in the fandom #and gave me the idea to match a song to every episode

[galentaliel]

mmmmhh, siggghhhh… John in Firebreak

#john tracy #kissable #tagrewatch #firebreak #thunderbirds are go #💋🧡💋🧡💋🧡

[m-calculus]

Thoughts on Break Out... The Chaos crew come across as amateurish but they literally have no qualms about mass murder. I would like to know how the Mechanic survived the explosion.... but I love how he turns up in Scott’s launch tube.  Also, Scott needs a hug. He’s so (understandably) uptight in these episodes.

#thunderbirds are go #break out #tagrewatch

[gumnut-logic]

Daily Dose of Thunderbirds

Some Parker from Rally Raid.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #Aloysius Parker #tagrewatch #TBDailyDose

[tag-rewatch]

Merry Christmas, TAGrewatchers!

Today we also celebrate the official end of TAGrewatch - the first time in many weeks that we won’t be able to announce another episode of Thunderbirds are Go to rewatch, as we have reached the series’ natural conclusion.

We officially started rewatching in April 2020 and kept going through every single episode, with only a few weeks break in between seasons thanks to overwhelmingly positive feedback driving the rewatch forward!  A big thank you to everyone who followed and supported this blog (exactly 100 of you! Hopefully not all bots!!!) whether you were having fun watching your old posts appear or getting into TAG for the first time. Seeing likes, reblogs, and happy comments popping up in the feed every day has been confirmation that the rewatch fulfilled its purpose. we couldn’t have done it without you!

Speaking personally, it’s been an enjoyable challenge trying to keep this blog going under my own steam. Although it took someone else to make this blog and give me the push to get the rewatch started, I’ve been generating the queue on my own. Sometimes this means I ended up panic-searching for posts on Friday evenings, or even waking up in a panic on Saturday only just remembering that I hadn’t queued anything at all! Probably not the smartest move to give myself extra responsibilities when I was already pretty busy for 2021, but I’m glad that I didn’t hold off doing it. Thunderbirds are Go has been a great source of positivity and creativity in our little corner of tumblr, and it really made some people’s day to see posts that even they had forgotten about from a time they really enjoyed to be remembered and reblogged again. I think we all needed those little moments of joy this year, and TAGteam has given me a small but significant reason to keep going through a lot of tough times since we started. Thank you, everyone!

This may not be the end. I have one or two ideas that could keep this blog active next year, but I’ll have to do a brainstorming session first to see if they would work. Until then, enjoy your Christmas and have a safe and happy New Year!

- mod @thunderbirds-are-fab

#TAGrewatch

[thunderbirds-are-fab]

Growing Pains was a great episode, but looking back on it after Season 3 feels very different, looking back on all the reactions when it was new and the hopes we had for future episodes. For example:

I’m still not over how excited I was to see EOS in a portable form and thinking they’d use her more in the rest of the season... AND THEN THEY DIDN’T.

I also didn’t realise that this was Ned Tedford’s last appearance. Feels like I took it for granted that he’d always turn up again eventually needing to be rescued from another unusually isolated workplace. Even if we just got a scenic montage, it would have been nice to see where all the characters we’d met along the way in TAG ended up after Jeff came back...

#Growing Pains #TAGrewatch

[tippystreasurebox]

Tag for Up From the Depths rewatch!

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How he had found time to smile Virgil would always pin on his little brother. Ship torn to pieces after a battle at the deepest part of the ocean and Gordon was all grins, holding Dad's hat like it was the top prize at the fair. It was infectious. Impossible for anyone - even their rescuees - to fight. 

And then, the Mechanic had taken the TV-21. 

Virgil's jaw had grown tight for the rest of their trip with the need to focus on the only things he had control over. The two crew members had been dropped off, safe and sound, yet the radio chatter on the iR network was anything but calm. 

His little brother had tried, the smile from before replaced by one more subdued, but still there. Still defiant towards the Hood's operative. Virgil could appreciate it, knowing they had won in at least one aspect - Gordon was still alive. 

"I'll get my exo-suit back on and head down with the retrieval gear," the blonde's voice was lighter than it should've been in this - his - situation, yet alarms blared in the pilot's chest at the thought of Gordon heading back to the bottom of the ocean.

"The gear can handle it on its own," which was the truth. The aquanaut wasn't needed for the task and Virgil had a feeling it was more that his brother just needed something to do. "Why don't you take control from here - guide them down."

There was a look of confusion that seemed to shift into mild annoyance, "Where's the fun in that?"

Virgil almost let the cap off his barely contained fear, anger sending his heart thumping with the need for his little brother to stay above the water. A deep breath and the words slipped through his lips with the hope Gordon took the hint, "I think you've had enough 'fun' for one day."

Their eyes met, an unspoken question floating between them as the blonde shifted on his feet having stopped midway to the module. Virgil sent an answer, or hoped the plea came across as intended. 

A beat as the Thunderbird's VTOL filled the space as she waited for the occupants to make a decision. 

And then a huff of frustration, so familiar and comforting as Gordon dropped back into his co-pilot's chair, "Fine. We'll do it the boring way."

Yes, they would absolutely be doing things in a way that kept the aquanaut safely in Thunderbird 2 and not seven miles away on an ocean floor that Virgil couldn't reach should anything go wrong. Boring was something his brother would be getting used to for a little while. 

@tag-rewatch

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #tagrewatch #virgil tracy #gordon tracy #up from the depths

[tracybirds]

Gooooooood morning, it is definitely not 1am and I definitely didn’t get a random spark of inspiration to finish this fic which I began writing for the TAGrewatch for Space Race, not definitely not. Funny the things that happen when I manage to finish work on time (more or less XD) instead of at far-too-late-to-even-consider-work o’clock. Truly incredible. Anyway, Alan + the fam following his near death experience. Hope you enjoy :)

Many thanks to @gumnut-logic and @plantmuffin for reading bits and letting me babble and mutter my way through this one :P

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His hands were steady as he guided Thunderbird Three back to her base in the hangar. The manoeuvre was as familiar to him as the virtual motion of Cavern Quest™, and one he’d been trusted to complete solo for over a year now.

Today, he was buzzing like it were brand new.

It might have become ordinary to land a rocket in his family’s version of a backyard shed, but today he’d done something really special.

Today he’d saved lives.

Sure technically he had been the only person around for a couple thousand kilometres but if he hadn’t been there, if he hadn’t been the one to find the mine, he didn’t know who would have. He did know the exact time to launch Thunderbird Three was twenty-two minutes, from lowered chair to atmosphere exit.

They would have had eight minutes. He had gotten thirty.

And now they had the opportunity to disarm all of them – forever.

There was a dancing flame underneath his skin at the thought.

Was this how his brothers felt every day?

He could see why they’d never stopped, why his Dad’s vision had outlived him.

The thrill, the feeling of importance, of purpose, the adrenaline, it was intoxicating.

He looked down at his gloved fingers in awe before a flashing light caught his attention. Post flight checks. Of course. Today wasn’t special just because he’d saved the day. He was, after all, hoping the experience would become ordinary.

An insistent beep drew him from his thoughts as he retracted the chair. He pulled up the hologram as he moved smoothly backwards, the bright lights of the hangar lighting up his face as much as his smile.

“Scott! How was it?”

“We’re all wrapped up here, kiddo,” Scott said, eyes crinkling at the edges. “John told me you got the job done, how does it feel?”

Alan’s smile grew even wider.

“It was amazing! I’ve never flown like that before except in a simulator. It was pulling me backwards, and I had to avoid all this debris, and then John needed to know the serial number and I flipped Three over like she was sub-atmosphere.”

Scott laughed.

“It’s a good feeling, isn’t it? Knowing that you made a difference?”

Alan sucked in a breath as the reality of the moment – his moment – hit him again.

“Yeah, it was the best. When can I go out again Scott, I don’t want to wait anymore.”

Scott shook his head in amusement.

“It’ll be soon, Allie, don’t worry. We’re all so proud of how you’ve grown – and you really kept your head today. You’ll have a few more runs at the obstacle course on the ranch, and you need to finish your deep water training.”

“And then?” The bright note of hope echoed across through the comm.

“Then we can start sending you on missions. Real missions.”

“Yes!”

The cheer bounced around the hangar, loud enough to startle Brains, working on one of the PODs far below him.

“Sorry,” called Alan, waving down at him as he jumped off the chair.

Brains waved back with a smile.

“Is that Alan?” There was a sudden glitch as Gordon shoved his way between Scott and his comm. “Alan, hi!!”

“Gordon, I got to shut down a mine today!”

“I heard! What was it like?”

“It was great!”

He chattered away to Gordon as he trudged back up to the main section of the house. Gordon gasped in all the right places, his eyes widening as Alan spun a tale of daring manoeuvres and fearless flying. The craving to tell more stories like this one only intensified the more he spoke and, already, Alan was itching to go on another adventure.

“And then,” he said, his voice tinged with all the layers of appropriate drama. “It was down to the last second. I flew over on my surfboard, ready to shut down the mine or be blown to bits with it. John read me the code and I began to punch in the numbers. He stopped, and I stopped because there was only one number to go.”

“What was it?” asked Gordon, as eager for a good story as his younger brother.

“We didn’t know.”

A hush fell over the conversation. All attention was on him and Alan relished every second, allowing it to stretch on into the silence.

“I’m sorry, what do you mean you didn’t know?”

Scott barrelled into the story, as brutal and quick as a freight train.

“We had all the numbers but the last one,” repeated Alan, enjoying the drama of his story. “‘Seven’s lucky right?’ I asked and John said he hoped so. We only had one shot. I was just about to press it, when John called it in. It was a three. I punched it and soared away as quick as I could.”

“And then what,” growled Scott.

Alan shrugged.

“And then it sort of…. retracted in on itself. It bounced off the ship and I went and collected it in.” He wrinkled his nose. “Sort of a let-down after all that. Maybe next time will have a better ending.”

Neither brother said anything in response.

Alan frowned and looked down at the comm.

“Uh, guys? You’ve muted it.”

Gordon had turned around, clearly doing something else. Alan could feel a pout starting to form as the disappointment that his brothers weren’t even paying attention registered.

Gordon snapped a soundless sentence and turned on the sound again with an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, Allie. I’m back with you now. Great story.”

“Yeah, well, most of it was.” Alan cringed, hating the way his voice turned into a sulk.

Gordon looked irritated, clearly hearing the same tone. Alan tried to pull himself together. Gordon and Scott were coming back from a real mission after all, he couldn’t expect them to pay attention to every detail of his trip into space.

“Look, we’re on our way home now,” said Gordon, plastering an encouraging smile on his face. “Why don’t you have a shower and go wake Virgil. See if he’ll make you some pancakes. I know I was starving after my first real mission.”

“Yeah, sure. Thanks Gordon.”

His stomach felt hollow, but the thought of food had never been more unappealing to Alan before. The electric buzz had faded and everything felt greyer than usual.

He found Virgil already awake when he opened the door to the kitchen. He leaned against the counter, talking intently with John.

Alan did a double take.

“John?”

They looked up, startled by the intrusion.

“Why did you come down? I thought you still had another week on rotation?”

John and Virgil exchanged glances, a conversation lingering in a single look.

“Would you like a hot chocolate?” asked Virgil. He turned away to begin making a cup before Alan could reply.

“I-uh…” Alan looked helplessly at John, asking with an inclined head what was going on.

“Take a seat, Alan.” John nudged one of the barstools with his foot and Alan clambered up. His legs swung as he picked up the sense of discomfort in the room.

“Why are you here, John?” he asked again.

“Checking in on you.” His brother’s voice was strangely gentle. “How are you feeling?”

Alan shrugged. A hot mug was pressed into his hands.

“I dunno.” His voice was small. “I was feeling good, but now I just feel…”

“Exhausted?” suggested John.

“A bit chewed up maybe?” said Virgil, pulling an arm around his shoulders. He was warm and Alan closed his eyes for a moment, allowing the feeling to seep into his bones.

“Just kinda crappy.” He looked down at his hands, wrapped around the mug of hot chocolate. Just a few short hours ago, they’d done something amazing. Now, he clutched at the ceramic mug tightly, afraid that if he loosened his grip, unwanted thoughts would spill from his mouth.

“I told Gordon and Scott about it.”

He didn’t need to look up to see the glance that passed once more over his head.

“They’re coming home.” He slumped in his seat, staring glumly at the drink. “Scott’s mad at me.”

John’s breath caught in his throat. Alan could feel Virgil’s arms tighten around him.

“He’s not,” said Virgil. “I promise you, Alan, he’s not mad at you.”

“But he has to be! I guessed seven! I would have been wrong, I would have been…”

His voice trailed off as he drew the natural conclusion for the first time.

“I could have died.”

Terror ballooned in his chest, too late to save him from a threat that no longer existed. He gasped, his hand reaching out to grasp at something solid.

“You could have,” said John gently, covering Alan’s small hand on his shoulder with his own. “Scott’s not mad, he’s terrified.”

“I didn’t, I can’t,” said Alan, looking up at John between wet eyelashes. “I nearly died, John.”

The realisation hit him again and suddenly he was being crushed by warmth and love and for a moment the world was solid enough to allay his fears.

“We’re proud of you, Alan,” said Virgil, his voice muffled against his hair. “It wasn’t meant to be like that.”

“But it can be.”

Alan looked up in time to see John dodge backwards to avoid the smack Virgil aimed at him.

“He needs to know,” he said, glaring at Virgil. “You all risk your lives every day, but you have backup. If something goes wrong up there when he’s alone, he’s by himself. There’s no way for us to reach him. That’s why he has to be the best.”

“He’s just a kid.”

“And we’re asking him to risk his life. He needs to understand the full ramifications of that. We can’t afford to protect him from that if we’re sending him out there.”

“Gordon–”

“Gordon nearly got killed before he ever got into Four. He knew exactly what we were asking.” John’s eyes flicked down and met Alan’s. “And now, so does Alan.”

Alan pushed his brothers away, getting to his feet. His knees wobbled beneath him as he walked up the stairs without saying anything.

“Alan?” Virgil called after him.

“I need to think.”

He knew John was right. He could have died. He could have left behind his family, trapped again in that suffocating grief. He still saw flashes of it, though none of them acknowledged it. It was a private thing the way Scott still started at the sight of Virgil in the early morning before he’d run the product through his hair, or the way John never took avalanche calls, or how sometimes their Grandma would sit in the garden out back, alone and silent.

He never wanted to cause that same pain.

He might someday.

That’s what John was telling him. That’s what he needed to understand.

His Dad had thought it was worth the risk.

He stumbled on the steps and fell to the ground.

“Alan!”

“I’m fine,” he mumbled as his brothers raced up the steps. “I’m fine, I just.”

He sat in silence, allowing the calm, soothing voices to wash over him. Kind fingers swept back his hair as he stared unseeing into nothingness.

He clutched at the shirt collar that hung in front of his eyes.

“I could have died,” he whispered, before the tears sprang from his eyes. He couldn’t hold them back any longer, pressing into the warm embrace. “I could have died.”

“But you didn’t,” he heard John say calmly above him. “You didn’t, Allie. You’re okay, we’re with you.”

He didn’t know how long they stayed there, crumpled on the stairs, awkward limbs supporting his weight and the constant reassurance from above. Long enough that when hitching sobs became slow, deep breaths and shaking hands were stilled, the sun had sunk low in the sky.

“How can you do it? Knowing what happened to him?”

“Happened to who?”

“Dad.”

He could feel Virgil stiffen besides him, how John’s fingers suddenly grew tight on his knee.

“He left us, he knew what could happen, he knew what it would do to us and he still left.”

“That was different, Allie.” A hoarse whisper crawled from Virgil’s lips. “He didn’t know it would happen.”

“But he knew it could. And so do you.”

Silence fell amongst the three brothers as they sat, lost in memory and possibility.

“Hey kiddo.”

Grandma. Her steady hand fell on his shoulder. He couldn’t look at her, frozen on the steps with Virgil crammed in on one side and John on the other.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, hurriedly wiping at his eyes which had welled with tears again.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, young man. Now up you get, don’t make me come down there with these knees.”

He stood and she wrapped him in a hug.

“Why did Dad do it? He knew how much he could hurt us if it went wrong. How could he risk that?”

“Your Dad knew what he’d put you through if he got killed. It wasn’t an easy decision for him after your Mom died. But knowing exactly how that felt, there was no way he could sit still and listen to people crying out for help, families who were set to lose as much and more than he did.”

Alan didn’t say anything, hunching over where he stood so that he was the same height as Grandma Tracy. She pulled him towards her and he leaned into her embrace.

“We go out when no-one else will, Alan,” said Virgil, steering him up the steps. “The people we save, they’d die without us. But you have to be the one to decide. It’s okay if you’re not ready.”

“It’s not that I’m not ready,” insisted Alan as he was pushed onto the couch. “I know I am. John, you know I am too.”

“This isn’t about your flying or your commitment Allie.” John leaned over the back of the couch, staring at his hands. “This is about you doing the cost-benefit analysis. We can’t do it for you. You could save hundreds of people. You could also die.” He looked up at Alan. His eyes were serious and there was an unmistakable challenge behind them. “The question is, do you think that it’s worth it?”

“I–”

“Where is he?”

Scott burst into the room, grim stare in place and hair askew. He hurried over to Alan and crouched down in front of him, checking him over with a practiced eye.

“How are you?”

“I’m fine, Scott, I–”

“You,” he said, jabbing a finger up at John. “We’ll talk later.”

He pulled Alan into a crushing hug.

“Ugh, you stink.”

“Can it, sprout. You could have been killed. I’m getting my hug.”

“Give him a chance to breathe though, Scooter,” said Gordon. His lips quirked at the distaste on Alan’s face. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” said Alan.

“We’re just talking about what happened.” Virgil nudged Scott. “Let him go, he’s okay.”

Alan smiled weakly as Scott pulled away.

“How was it?”

“What the rescue?”

“Yeah.”

Scott glanced at Gordon.

“It was fine. We got them out.”

“Was it close?”

“It was fine.”

“Was it close?”

“It was closer than we’d like,” offered Gordon. “But we’re not injured and neither were the people who were trapped. But no risk, no reward, you know that.”

“Was it worth it?”

Gordon tilted his head to one side, brows furrowing as he looked between Alan and the rest of the family.

“Alan is just having a conversation with us about why you all do what you do.” Grandma patted the couch on her other side.  Scott grabbed at Virgil’s knee, levering himself upright with a groan and flopping down beside him.

“It’s always worth it,” said Gordon, tucking himself in next to Grandma Tracy. “If we didn’t do it, just think of how many people there’d be just gone. And how many more would be grieving. There’s no way I could sit back and know I could do something about it. It’s our responsibility to do everything in our power to help, that’s what I think.”

“Your Dad was just the same. Always thinking about the next best way he could help people. When he lost your Mom, suddenly he wasn’t only thinking about technology. All he could see were the people that came to help. The rescuers, the doctors, the nurses, true. But more than that, he saw an entire community pull together to get his family off that mountain. And he knew that all around the world there were people crying out for help, people who had no-one to reach them. He wouldn’t let it happen anymore.”

“Dad built a legacy on hope,” said Scott with a sad smile. “The Thunderbirds are great machines, but everyone who sees them isn’t pinning their hopes on a machine. They’re looking for a person, someone who’s willing to reach out their hand and throw them a lifeline.”

“Literally,” said Gordon with a grin.

“Listen Allie,” said Virgil. “There’s a million ways to help people, we’ve all seen them. We’ll be proud of you no matter what if you want a bit of time.”

“No, no I want to do this. Please. Let me help.”

“How did it feel today?” asked John abruptly.

“It was…” Alan paused. He thought back to the exhilaration as he put Thunderbird Three through her paces, outmanoeuvring the wily mine. He remembered the immense satisfaction and accomplishment as he shut it down for good. The buzz of doing something to be proud of, something useful with his years of training.

He straightened up, shoulders back and head high, full of the same determination that he had approached the mine with n-1 numbers available. There was no fear, only a calm acceptance to do what he must.

“I want to do it. But I don’t want to be alone up there. I’m not ready for that yet.”

Grandma Tracy’s eyes shone, pulling Alan towards her for a hug. John reached out and began rubbing his back gently, only to squawk as Gordon tugged him down and added the two of them to the hug. Virgil and Scott quickly followed suit.

“We’re proud of you kiddo,” murmured Grandma Tracy into Alan’s hair. “So proud. You did amazing today, sweetheart.”

“Thanks Grandma,” whispered Alan.

The family breathed and sighed as one, relaxing into the embrace.

Only to be broken by a commotion, as Virgil shoved Scott out of the group hug.

“Go shower,” he said with a pained look on his face. “Just… go.”

#TAGrewatch #alan tracy #virgil tracy #john tracy #scott tracy #gordon tracy #grandma tracy #we're all here today folks! #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #sometimes i fic #and with that goodnight XD #literally for a good chunk there (aka start of term) we were writing two sentences and calling it a day #that was decidedly unfun #anyway have i read this through absolutely not #not closely anyway #i'm sure i'll be facepalming in the morning when I find silly typos

[neuroticphysiologist]

Scott Tracy - Venom

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More: [Virgil]

#neurotic phys tag #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #tagrewatch #thunderbirds are go season 3 #scott tracy

[riotraze]

S03.E13 - SOS // Flares by The Script

#tagrewatch #thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #tag tunes #tag s03e13 #tag gifs

[galentaliel]

TAGrewatch - Crash Course ...

#tagrewatch is a really great thing actually cuz it'd been a loooong time & I'd kinda forgotten there was all that GORGEOUS heartstopping John closeup action in that ep ... Also —

...rewatching made me recall that when early Ssn 3 was first airing, something like 5 or 6 ep's (or more...?!) went by before we saw Scott again for some silly reason (?? what was THAT about?!) ;) and so when he popped up at the end of Crash Course, there was much rejoicing :D <3

#thunderbirds are go #John Tracy #Scott Tracy #tagrewatch #Crash Course #recalling the first airing #those were the daze my friends

[fallenfurther]

Reflections of a Lady

Post Series 1 Episode 10: Tunnels of Time. My husband and I are still watching these in order from time to time, with enough space between to allow me to wrote. I’m not sure it I like the way I ended this one but I can imagine Penelope spending the trip home reelecting. Enjoy!

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She sat back as FAB 1 rose into the air and headed for home. It'd been quite the day and her mind couldn't help but drift over its events. Gordon's appearance had been a surprise. Parker had quite the nerve inviting one of the boys along without telling her, she would make him pay for that at a later date. Next time she took Sherbet for a walk in the rain she would instruct him to bathe the muddy dog. The smile crossed her lips at the way Parker would hold Bertie at arms length, keeping the mucky pup as far away from himself as possible.

Not that Penelope minded the Tracy boys company, she just didn't like Parker thinking she needed them. She was perfectly capable of many tasks, and this meant to have been one of the least dangerous ones. Just a simple review and monitoring of an archaeological site. Nothing too strenuous. Not that it turned out that way. Her simple surveillance mission had turned into the most dangerous escape room challenge. She hated how she had ended up needing rescuing. She was part of International Rescue, she shouldn't need to be rescued. But then Gordon had been in the same situation, needing a rescue from his older brothers and it didn't bother him. Not that much ever seemed to bother the loudest of the Tracy boys.

Their moment on the solid gold statue came to mind, and Penelope sat back and let her eyes rest on the sky as the scene played in her mind. She'd been so close to Gordon. He'd taken her hand. Her heart had skipped a beat. They had been face to face and ever so close. He'd removed her hat and she was sure he was going to say it. Then Virgil arrived and the moment was over. She'd always know he'd had a crush on her, the signs were just too obvious, and she was trained in the art of information collection. An agent of International Rescue needed to know how to read people and Gordon Tracy wore his heart in his sleeve, most of the time. Penelope had seen the hidden nervous glances, noted his attempts to peacock in her presence. If that wasn't enough, Parker's attitude towards Gordon's advances was anything but subtle to Penelope. By now she knew both men extremely well.

It was Gordon's final response that had set her on edge. The way he’d stammered, something she'd never heard the confident Olympian do, even in front of the largest crowd or the most important people. Yet what he stammered was just as surprising as the fact that he had. He'd thought they would never work. Penelope's hands twisted in her lap as she thought it over. Gordon wasn't her usual type and he certainly didn't fit the English Lady persona she played, but maybe that's why she'd never shot him down. She knew how he felt and she could easily nip it in the bud, but she never had. There was a charm to Gordon that intrigued Penelope. He made pleasant company. Considering the two-faced aristocrats she often had to socialise with, Gordon was a breath of fresh air. Sea air with a hint of the exotic in it.

Penelope sighed. There were times when she felt like she lived in a different world to the Tracy brothers. Kayo understood. She lived in a different world even to Penelope, though their world's crossed at various points. But the Tracy's were heros. They saved the day, and while she helped them in that purpose, she went about it in a very different manner. She was an agent, with a cover story to keep people from guessing her real motive. Like the other secret International Rescue agents her cover was real. She was an English Lady with influence in various industries and endeavoured to use it for good. She believed she was one of the few that had such influence, with other agents being people who understood their area, location and community, and who would hear things through the grapevine and relay back if necessary. She had influence and status. Her mother and father had known Jefferson and Lucile Tracy on a personal level.

Her father had been their friend. She had grown up knowing about the Tracy boys. Had met them when they were young, noisy and not interested in girls. They were almost family to her. She'd watched them all grow up as they had her. Gordon had watched her grow up. How much attention he'd paid, she didn't know, but it was still a factor. He knew her in a way her aristocrat friends couldn't. She'd let her hair down a few times around Gordon and his brothers, and she had always been rewarded by their response. Scott was great. Tall, handsome and a born leader. Virgil wasn't her type, and John, although her age and a great friend, was quiet and could never cope with her lifestyle. Gordon was almost the opposite. Loud, funny and had little care for how the media saw him. He still had that Tracy determination, the one that had made him stand out from his high achieving brothers and gotten him a gold medal at the Olympics. He was strong in his own way. It's one of the things that stood out to Penelope. Gordon entranced Penelope, taunting her, tempting her to dig deeper and find out more. She'd always held back. Stayed reserved. Like the Lady she was. But she was losing her resolve. The temptation was sometimes just too much. She tried to hide that she wanted to know more, to spend more time with Gordon Tracy. There were times when her mind drifted to him, but she'd learnt. Penelope Creighton-Ward had learnt control and self-restraint. She knew what the world could say about the pairing. Could see possible headlines in the papers and the slander in social media. International Rescue needed her to portray the right image, the one the world wanted to see. It helped them. It helped to save lives. Yet part of her wanted more. Was she ready to give into it? Was she ready to give Gordon Tracy a chance?

The gentle bump of FAB 1 hitting the driveway brought Penelope out of her ponderings. Had she really spent the whole flight thinking about Gordon? Parker pulled up and opened her door, allowing her to step out.

"Thank you, Parker."

She was welcomed back by Sherbet, who pawed at her legs. Picking him up she put the thoughts to the back of her mind, knowing full well she would be reviewing them as she got ready for bed that night.

"Did you miss me?" She asked, giving her furry friend a good scratch. A small yap brought a smile to her face. Right now she had other things she needed to do, like write up her report for the World Heritage Society about the day's events and Professor Harold’s conduct. She had a duty to protect the world’s historical artefacts for future generations, and Lady Penelope took her duty seriously.

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Daily Dose of Thunderbirds

Poor Parker in Rally Raid.

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Hi TAGrewatchers,

Here is our prospective calendar for the final rewatch! Season 3 of Thunderbirds are Go is set to run from 26th June to 24th December 2021, with each episode spanning one week (Friday to Saturday). Let’s get excited!

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