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Another one!
29. Too Hot (Hot Damn): Wildfire / Heatstroke / "This isn't how I thought tonight would go."
With Scott, please!
They had only been needed for a few hours. The local firemen had only requested for them to merely provide aid as a search and rescue operation withing the confines of the wildfire. Today wasn’t as dangerous of a day as it could have been; part of that was somewhat thanks to Tracy Industry’s mass production of highly advanced fire fighting equipment.
Gordon and Virgil had been wrapping things up, their final task of the day having been to move the last of the pods back into the module and dismantle them as normal. They were ecstatic to go home; when John suddenly called them in request to check on their other brother, who had decided to go radio silent.
Virgil responded immediately with a casual grin, under the total assumption that Scott had only left them for some privacy, just to brood to himself about the many ways that this mission could have turned south, despite it being a clean sweep of a day.
Imagine the engineer’s surprise when he ambled out to the side of Thunderbird Two, only to find his big brother crumpled, face down in grass and ash.
The medic acted swiftly, rushing to Scott’s aid already realising had happened. He turns his brother over to lie on his back, delicate fingers reach for the sipper at his collar and tanks it down while also shouting instructions on the comms at the same time.
With whatever water he had left in the sprayer of his fire-based exo-suit, he drenches Scott in it. Hoping for the evaporation of the water to force his skin into cooling down. He doesn’t stop with the water until the sprayer finally runs out.
Only then, does Gordon arrive, jogging over ashy terrain, in time with a stretcher. “What happened?!” He asks while using his watch to remote control the hovering stretcher into descending to a lower altitude.
“Heatstroke!” Explains Virgil in fee syllables as he ushers the unconscious brother onto the stretcher with little hesitation.
“I didn’t see any signs!”
Virgil nods. “Wildfire, sometimes, that happens.”
Scott should’ve had better protection. Virgil’s the only International Rescue operative with an advance suit that is specifically designed for extreme exposure to heat. At least Gordon was safe inside Thunderbird Two for the most part, as for Scott, he had been out there at Virgil’s aide more times than he should have been. Under his breath, Virgil curses himself.
They hurry the stretcher over the ramp and into the cargo bay, wasting no time in attaching the module back to the hull of the Thunderbird, before darting down into the medbay.
“We can treat him here, but he needs to get home, fast.” Virgil dashes around the room like a blue and green blur whizzing past in determination of saving their eldest brother’s life. Grabbing medical supplies and tossing them to Gordon.
The aquanaut providing help in the form of extra hands; removing the rest of Scott’s suit and tenderly applying the cooling packs over the hot skin. “This isn’t how I thought tonight would go,” he jests while watching Virgil set up a bag of fluids with a plastic tube on the side of the sleeping brother’s bed.
Accepting the attempt of enlightening the mood, Virgil, dully, lets himself huff. before moving aside to a wall that he can lean against. His entire body sags from relief over finally doing everything in his power. “I’m just glad we noticed at all…” He sighs.
Gordon smiles at him reassuringly. “He’ll be fine.” He says, raising a free hand, bringing it up to the unconscious Scott’s face until he reaches his scalp. “You said it yourself, this was an accident.” His fingers find themselves fidgeting with the front of his hairs. Carefully preening dried crusts of hair gel off with love.
“Yeah…” Virgil pushes himself up. He looks at the peacefully oblivious brother, and smirks. “Yeah, he will.”
Never mind the upcoming days worth of forced rest that is going to be brought upon the commander before he’ll be allowed back on active duty again. The Tracys were in for a week.
@whumperless-whump-event Day Nine: Dropping Like Flies: Multiple whumpees / Caretaking while sick or injured / "I'll get some rest soon, I promise."
Thunderbirds. Scott, John, Virgil, Gordon, Alan & Lucy Tracy. 100 words.
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Gordon brought it home.
He gave it to Alan.
Who shared it with Scott.
Who passed it to Virgil.
John wasn’t going to be left out.
Soon Lucy had all of her boys out with the flu.
She wasn’t too well herself, but that didn’t matter.
She checked on them continuously, plying them with meds.
‘Mom – cough-cough – you need to rest. You’re sick it too.’
‘I’ll get some rest soon, I promise Scooter.’
But she didn’t. Couldn’t.
And then Scott dragged himself out of bed to find her slumped on the kitchen floor.
@whumperless-whump-event Day Seven: Wrong Place, Wrong Time: Panic attack / "Get me out of here."
Captain Scarlet and the Mysterons, Paul Metcalfe|Captain Scarlet. 100 words
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He woke up and immediately knew the mission had gone wrong.
He was in a body bag.
And not a Spectrum-sanctioned one at that.
Paul tried deep breathing to quell the rising panic but all that did was fill his nostrils with the smell of cheap plastic…
It tipped him over the edge.
He wanted to tear the bag apart, to scream “get me out of here!” but he knew that that was a bad idea.
Paul didn’t know where he was or who had him.
Was this just a “wrong place/wrong time thing”?
Or was this something else entirely…
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Pairing: Paul Metcalfe | Captain Scarlet/Adam Svenson | Captain Blue
Warning/ Tag: Pre-Relationship Ep 01: The Mysterons, Angst/Comfort , Fluff
Almost Captain Scarlet's Day
So, I wrote my first Captain Scarlet fluff between Scarlet and Blue, inspired by my recent discovery of Fleetway comics, where I just found a lovely scene of Adam making injured Paul some tea. So I might as well write a comfort story of early Blue's struggle to settle with the new indestructible version of his friend.
Enjoy some tea leaf reading and Paul being cheeky towards Agas
AO3 Link
Or go head to read it here if you are not familiar with AO3 format ^^
He shot him
Adam had shot the man he most trusted
And he just watched the lifeless body of Captain Scarlet… the body of Paul falling to the ground.
Wasn’t it strange that there was no guilt running through his mind? Has this Spectrum’s duty and training gotten into him so much so that he has even numbed out anything that Scarlet used to mean to him?
So much of sacrificing his own interest for the greater good of the world, even though that interest was loyal to his best friend.
Yet, there isn’t even time for him to reminisce about the action he just committed; another order just came to his transceiver to escort the president back to the security building before other Spectrum agents came to take care of Scarlet
So, this is goodbye then… Paul. Goodbye without even getting to glance into your eyes for the last time. The last encounter with someone that not even you before I take away your life.
Captain Blue tightened his grip on the world president before pressing the button on his hover pack and flying off to the center of London
—
It has been almost a day since it was reported that Captain Scarlet has recovered from the injury and claimed by Doctor Fawn and all Spectrum medical personnel that he is virtually indestructible.
Destiny had already come into the operating room to assist the doctor in the first hour before he arrived at the Cloudbase. Colonel White probably visited him before the official briefing hours ago. Green, Magenta, and Ohre said they would like to see him as soon as their shift ended, as well as the rest of the angels. Amidst all the seriousness of the situation, Blue could see the delight in their eyes.
It was expected. Everyone loved Paul.
Adam would be the first one who could confirm the fact.
But now no longer claim anything about the man. He could not even turn his head to look past the sickbay window.
“Captain Blue, would you like to come in to visit, Captain Scarlet? It is okay now to come and talk. He would be back on duty in a few days.” The calm voice distracted the blond-haired captain from the reading pad. Doctor Fawn gave him a soft smile before sitting beside him.
“I don’t want to disturb him, doctor. He should get all the rest he can.” Blue smiled back, gave a short answer, before turning his head back on the report.
“As I said, Captain Scarlet is okay now, and you have been sitting in front of the sickbay since the first day we got him in. I can’t see any other reason why you would do so if you are not here for him,” Fawn continued and slowly moved his hand onto Blue’s shoulder. The taller man flinched at the touch
Why indeed should he be here if he didn’t want to see Paul? Adam asked himself the exact same question, and he had no answer.
“I’m no psychiatrist, Adam, but it would be better for both of you to talk. It doesn’t have to be about yesterday.” Despite the silence, the doctor still kept on his attempt to reach the other man.
“What could I say to him, Doctor? I was ordered to kill you, and I didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger”
Blue took a deep breath before deciding to reply
“He was asking for you, Captain. Since he regained his consciousness, it’s only you he actually calls to see.”
The doctor’s words hit Blue again. It should be much easier if this new Scarlet had resented him or, better yet, completely forgotten everything. Still, he acted like the same old Paul he knew. The man who, on every mission, would come back to check if Adam was okay. The man who would always stand by his bed whenever there was an accident.
Adam moved away from the man beside him and stiffened. He rubbed his hand nervously and took another sigh. “That sounds just like Paul I knew… If you think it best, doctor. I will go to see him”
“If you are ready, Adam. I’m not in any way forcing you to do any you uncomfortable with”
The blonde officer didn’t say anything else to the medic; he just nodded and turned to the door that divided him from the man he swore to fight alongside and the ghost of his ill responsibility that came back to life
Blue walked to the recovery ward on the other side of the operation room and touched the scanned panel
“Please, come in”
The familiar deep voice called to him as the door slowly slid to show the tall man sat on the bed, gazing upon him with gentle blue eyes.
“Hi, Adam. I thought you wouldn’t come”
I thought the same thing, Paul. He said silently to himself while looking back at his friend, who still covered his blushes and some strain of blood. He was difficult to look at him with the overwhelming feeling fill in his l in his chest, so instead Adam wandered his eyes to the floor.
“Are you okay, Adam? I shouldn’t have called you in. You just finished the mission. You should have taken some rest.” The words almost made Adam want to walk away from the room at that instant. Even now, lying hurt from the wound of Adam’s doing, this man still had the audacity to be a gentleman and worry about him
“It’s okay, captain. As your partner, I should be here to check on you.” Blue said quietly
“Really, just as a partner? Or unless you mean other types of partners, I would forgive you”
The man on the patient bed widened his smile, attempting to crack a joke at his friend and expecting the blushing reaction he often received from his field partner, but the only thing that came out of Adam was the uneasy look from the tired eyes.
The silence once again filled the room
“Adam… the conversation required two people. I called for you because I want a friend.” Scarlet shifted his body to face Blue more directly, just as his weight came down on the side wound and the raspy voice came out of his mouth.
Blue startled in alarm before hurrying over to support his friend, easing him back down to lie against the bed once more.
“Easy, captain. You should not move.” The blond hair frowned sternly, which called a grin on Scarlet’s face
“Well, if my pain could call your attention, then it's worth it”
Once again, the words from another man’s mouth made Adam want to tear himself apart. Was the Mysterons program this new Scarlet to cut deep into his psyche until he lost himself completely?
If Paul would not state the obvious, he might take the duty to himself and follow Doctor Fawn’s suggestion and break the ice between them.
“The pain caused by my hand, Captain. Don’t you pretend as if nothing has happened. You died, you lived, and now I don’t even know who you are.” Blue finally blurted out all the thoughts that had been flowing in his head since he witnessed his friend fall down from the Sky Park Tower
“I don’t blame you, Adam. You got your order. I got mine, and I failed. You did what the best officer would do. I also don’t expect you to believe I am the Paul you knew,” Scarlet said quietly under his breath.
Adam released his hold on the man lying before him and blinked slowly.
“You are just saying things now, Captain. You really need more rest.” Blue replied, then stepped away as the strong hand seized his arm and held it fast.
“You haven’t said a word to me except a bitter reply, captain.” The look from those pale blue eyes always took the better of him, making it hard for the blond-haired man to refuse.
Adam responded by merely laying his free hand over Paul's and stroking it.
“Come to see me at breakfast tomorrow. We will talk then. It’s late now, and the indestructible man still needs some sleep, I reckon.” Adam could feel the other hand letting him go. His wounded partner didn’t say anything further, just watching the man walk out of the ward door.
—
Hot Darjeeling tea with a spoon of honey.
Paul always asked for it after their mission, when he was hurt, when he was under the weather, or when he was perfectly fine and simply just wanted to be spoiled by Adam on a lazy morning.
Adam himself was never a sweet tea man and was more into black coffee with no sugar, yet this specific morning he probably just made two for them both just to see the reaction from the other man.
So much for the guilt… somehow he has this twisted idea that if this complex feeling between both of them would continue, I might as well test the man for who he claimed to be.
Just as Blue reached the bread and jam on the side of the kitchen, the shadow of another figure appeared on the door.
“You woke up before me again. I thought this new power I get was gonna stop me from oversleeping, but it sure didn’t”
“Good morning, Captain. For a day without a scheduled mission, you did great,” Adam greeted the other man. Scarlet’s face had now been removed from all the scratches, and his body seemed to be as steady and strong as ever, as if yesterday he wasn’t just hurting himself from rolling over his own wound.
“Not as good as you, I suppose. I thought I could come here to make some coffee for us.” Scarlet leaned against the door and looked at the two cups and a teapot awaiting them on the tray. Still, the dark-haired man inserted himself between the taller man and the counter to reach the coffee maker before making himself a cup of black coffee anyway.
“So no Darjeeling tea, them.” The blond in blue pajamas mumbled
“I could if you want me to.” Scarlet stopped, then looked back into another man’s eyes. “I just find myself too fancy for a cup of coffee now, and you probably do yourself”
“But you never,” Blue replied in a stern voice
His first test was completed. This man knew Paul enough to recall their routines and his preference, yet was a different man enough to refuse. It should make it clear to him that there is no pretense for them, but it also scared Adam to the core that the new Scarlet just came in and changed the thing he thought he knew about his best friend, even the most subtle things such as the choice of morning drink…
“Doesn’t mean I didn't want to try it today.” Scarlet grabbed a cup for the brewing coffee that was slowly coming off of the machine as he gave a mischievous smile to the man beside him. “Also, doesn’t mean I won’t drink your Darjeeling tea ever again”
He then put the teacup up and took a big sip from it. “That is not a spoonful of honey, Adam. And too much lemon.” Scarlet immediately reacted to the taste of the drink, pulling a disapproving face, wrinkling his nose at the cup
“And you still drink all of it.” Blue rolled his eyes at the criticism
“I’m not going to waste a good cup of tea made with heart just because I happen to fancy a cup of coffee today,” Scarlet said as he drank the rest until the cup was empty.
“Hm, Adam, look at the arrangement.” He took a short glance at the bottom of the cup before showing it to the man in front of him
“What do you mean?” Blue answered, feeling puzzled by whatever the other man tried to convey
“Tasseography- what do you see”
“Tea leaves and the empty cup from a man who said the tea wasn’t to his liking,” The blonde sarcastically commented.
“You don’t even entertain me with a snarky answer, captain.” Scarlet lightly shuckled. Not a playful laugh Blue expected from the man he knew, but it reminded him enough of his Paul that he knew that he wasn’t dealing with a complete stranger.
“What do you want me to see then?”
“The two leaves that entwined… One is notched, and the other fills the gap.” Scarlet lifted his head to meet with Blue. “The broken leaf is not completely ripped, but he still needs the other one to hold on to him”
He can see that Adam went quiet after hearing that sentence for a long second.
“That's..." The taller man finally said, "That's a lot of meaning from one wet leaf, captain."
“I’m a person with a lot of vision then”
“Of course you are; now go sit down. The bread would not toast itself." Adam brushed past the other man to resume his business with the bread, pretending not to see the little smile that hadn’t left his partner’s face
“SIG, Captain.” The deep voice acknowledged his request and turned away to the dining area, while not forgetting to give Blue a little nod.
The moment you’ve all been waiting for has finally arrived. The official prompt list for 2026 is HERE!
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📖 2026 Event Prompt List
"I told you, I'm fine." / Loss of Balance
"When was the last time you actually slept?" / Sensory Overload
"Stop talking for a second." / Pharmacy Run
"I can handle it." / Lab Results
"You look pale." / Chronic Illness/Injury
"You feel warm." "I know." / Sharing a Bed
"I made coffee/tea." / Tired Caretaker
"Don't look at me like that." / Too Busy To Stop Working/Moving
"Let me help you." / Anxiety/Panic Attack
"Just sit down before you fall down." / Overworked
"You don't have to carry this by yourself." / Fever Induced Confession
"Just give me five minutes." / Hiding An Illness
"Everything is vibrating. Please stop talking." / Shaking Hands
"I'm just tired." / Burning the Candle at Both Ends
"I am completely capable of doing my job." / Brain Fog
“I was just trying to help.” / Exhausted Silence
"Everything is too loud." / Sleep Deprivation
"How long was I out?" / Waking up disoriented
"It's just a headache, drop it." / A cold compress.
"I didn't realize how bad it was until I sat down." / Uncontrollable shivering.
"Can you turn the lights down?" / Fluffy Blanket
"I don't think I can get up from here." / Warm drink
"I've handled worse than this." / New Medication
"I didn't think it would hit this fast." / Contlagion
"Hold onto me for a second, the floor is moving." / Stomach Virus
"My brain won't shut up." / Relapse
"Don't treat me like I'm fragile." / Loss of Fine Motor Skills
"I can't remember the word for it..." / Failed Masking
"I think I'm awake, but I'm not sure." / Wired but Tired
"Is it just me?" / Hot Flashes
"Just rest." / Tunnel Vision
🔄 Alternate Prompts
"Did I already say that out loud?"
"It's fine, it's just a seasonal thing."
"I don't need a doctor, I need an hour of silence."
"Everything is just... too much right now."
"I didn't mean to snap at you."
Ringing Ears
Nausea
Fight or Flight
Fever Dreams
Abandoned Tasks
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You might have noticed things have been a bit quiet around here lately, and the prompt list didn’t quite make the midnight debut like it was supposed to. Life got a little crazy behind the scenes, and the scheduled posts simply didn't happen. I’m really sorry for keeping you all waiting!
Thank you so much for your patience and for sticking around. The prompts are officially up now, and I’m incredibly excited to see what everyone creates this year.
Let's ease into it and make this event a great one! ✨
What job I think each Tracy brother (and Kayo ofc) would go into if they weren't doing IR.
(HEADCANONS)
Scott - Teacher. He's clearly a natural leader due to having four younger brothers. Not sure what he'd teach exactly but I imagine it as something like electronics or some form of technology. Probably tried to get Virgil into teaching physics, as we know he was good at it, however Virgil declined, despite having the right qualities to become one. He may also train air cadets in his spare time, as he was once in the air force.
John - Would probably work at NASA as an astrophysicist or actually as an astronaut. His love for space is clearly demonstrated right from him studying Halley's comet in college. He prefers working with other well educated peers that share the same interests as him.
Virgil - Some form of mechanic or engineer. While he does have the patience to also go into something like teaching, he probably finds working on machinery more his thing.
Gordon - Marine biologist. I see him as the type to thoroughly enjoy learning and studying about sea life and the different types of organisms that live in the deepest oceans. In his spare time, he would coach a local swim team or alternitavely to everything I've just written, he would pursue and continue his Olympic career. I don't think he would return to anything military.
Alan - Video game developer. His obession with gaming led him to the world of game development. Likely would work and develop his own huge-hit game. Spends his spare time coding or even making online content.
Kayo - Would work for the GDF as a soldier. She enjoys the satisfaction she gets from hunting and capturing major worldwide super villains and being in the GDF allows her to do that. Helps teach other soldiers how to fight and runs her own martial arts side club within the GDF.
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Look at me, writing fluff 🙂↔️ thanks for the ask!
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The city moved softly around them. Rain had passed not long before dinner, leaving the pavement dark and glossy beneath the lamps. London looked kinder like this, blurred gold and silver, its sharpness hidden for the night.
“You were very handsome tonight,” Penelope hummed, .
Gordon looked down at her, delighted.
“Was I?”
“Fishing is unattractive.”
“I’m an aquanaut. Fishing is career-adjacent.”
She gave him a look, or at least, tried to; it was somewhat undermined by the fact her cheek was still pressed to his jacket.
“Do not be smug.”
“Too late.”
“Mmh.” Her free hand smoothed over his lapel, slow and appreciative. “Very handsome.”
Gordon’s grin softened helplessly. It was unfair, really. Penelope sober could undo him with one glance but Penelope warm and affectionate and entirely without her usual defences thanks to a bottle of Château Margaux was a direct attack.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” he said.
She sighed. “I am spectacular.”
“You are.”
And yet,” Penelope continued, with great solemnity, “it is kind of you to notice.”
“Any time, your ladyship.” He tucked her closer as they walked. “Anyone ever told you that you’re dangerous after red wine?”
“Darling, I am dangerous before red wine.”
“Fair point. More dangerous when wine drunk.”
Penelope let out a soft gasp, prodding at him with one perfectly manicured finger. “Gordon Tracy, how very dare you. A lady does not get drunk.”
It was difficult to keep the amusement out of the smirk he wore, the tease evident in it. She never missed a beat, even after several glasses of very good Bordeaux. “Alright, not drunk. Tipsy.”
“And just when I was about to say I liked you tonight,” Penelope huffed as she stepped around a puddle, causing Gordon to blink, then laugh, low and fond.
“You liked me tonight?”
“Very much., as it happens”
“Well, thank God for that, it might’ve been awkward otherwise. Any other nights or is this just a one off?”
“Occasionally.”
“High praise.”
“Do not become unbearable.”
“That ship sailed somewhere around ‘very handsome’.”
She hummed, conceding nothing, the sound soft against his sleeve. They walked a little farther beneath the wet glitter of the streetlights, the city folding itself around them, the world narrowing to the warmth of her beside him and the light pressure of her hand in his.
Then Penelope sighed, contented and unthinking.
“I like being loved by you.”
And that made Gordon stop.
Penelope took another half step before noticing, their joined hands pulled gently between them and she turned back, brows lifting in faint surprise.
“What?”
He stared at her, without a word.
The streetlight above them caught in the loosened strands of her hair, turning them pale gold. Her cheeks were flushed from the wine and the cold, her eyes brighter than usual and entirely, ruinously honest and for a moment, he couldn’t find a single thing to say.
“Oh,” she said after a beat, reading him with unfair ease. “Was that one of the things I usually keep in my head?”
“Yeah,” Gordon managed. His voice had gone rougher than he meant it to. “I think so.”
Penelope looked down at their joined hands. “I see.”
“You see?”
“Yes.” She took a dignified breath, which would have been more convincing if she hadn’t then leaned very slightly into him. “The wine has betrayed me.”
“Right.”
“Darling, you are suddenly very quiet.”
“Pen, you can’t just say a thing like that and not expect a guy to take a minute.”
“What? That I like being loved by you?”
His throat tightened.
“Yeah. That.”
“Yes. Well, it is the truth.” She leaned into his hand with an honesty she would probably be furious about in the morning. “It feels… safe. Which is irritating, because I have spent a great deal of time being perfectly capable without you.”
Gordon smiled, though it came out a little uneven.
“You’re terrifyingly capable without me. Probably more so.”
“I know.”
“Spectacular, even.”
“That too.”
She looked pleased for half a second, before her expression softened into something quieter.
“But,” Gordon prompted gently, and Penelope looked at him for a long moment.
“But I do rather like not having to be,” she said, “all the time.”
And there it was; the soft underbelly of the thing. Not weakness, never that - after all, Penelope had never been fragile, not in the ways people mistook for softness, not in the ways that mattered.
This was trust.
Offered without ceremony on a rain-bright London pavement after too much wine, her fingers warm in his, her pride softened but not gone, and Gordon felt it land somewhere deep in his chest.
Carefully, because some things deserved reverence even when they arrived disguised as tipsy honesty, he lifted their joined hands and pressed a kiss to her knuckles.
“Well… I’m glad. That you feel that way.”
Penelope watched him do it, her eyes softening, before she gave a soft sigh.
“That was all very dramatic.”
“Yeah?” he murmured. “Too much?”
“No.” She considered this with great seriousness. “Appropriate, I think.”
@whumperless-whump-event Day 7: Wrong Place, Wrong Time
@call-me-casual asked: For Whumperless Whump, 7. Wrong Place, Wrong Time. With Colonel White pretty please? ^^;
With thanks to @mariashades for the read-through.
Chapter 1 | AO3
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‘Has Scott reported in, John?’
‘Not yet, Kayo.’
Kayo resumed pacing around the room. For once she’d disagreed with Penny’s proposal and had been vehemently against Scott going. If anyone should have gone it should have been her, but Penny had been adamant.
It had to be Scott.
Even Gordon had been a little put out by Penny’s insistence but she stuck to her guns and now Scott and Penny were on a train travelling through Europe on a train with various security services in attendance and quite a target.
A target for all kinds of terrorist organisations and for her uncle.
If her Uncle got his hands on Scott…
She paused at the desk and jabbed at the comm button. Again.
‘Anything, John?’
‘Not in the 90 seconds since you last asked.’
Kayo sighed and resumed pacing faster.
~
In the carriage set aside for Penny she and Scott were deep in conversation about the variety of delegates present.
‘So we have Spectrum, WASP and the GDF represented.’
‘Yes. There were a few people there I didn’t recognise but I noticed you did.’
‘I did, Scott. From several intelligence agencies as a matter of fact.’
‘Anyone we need to take a closer look at?’
‘There’s only one person I have no knowledge of. I’ve already put some feelers out on Captain Foster. I can’t put my finger on it but there’s something odd about her.’
‘Fair enough. Are we going to ask John to look into her?’
‘Parker is looking, if he doesn’t turn up anything then we’ll ask John. Now, have you seen who Colonel Gray and Commander Shore have brought with them?’
‘Yes. I know Atlanta, obviously, but I don’t know the Colour Captain with Charles.’
‘Two. Two Colour Captains, if I’m not mistaken. One with the Colonel and one in the background.’
‘Makes sense. I didn’t see anyone else from WASP I know but Unc…Sam Shore will probably have someone else here. In fact, almost everyone seems to have two escorts.’
Penny nodded. They had been over everything in depth. It was time to retire for the night and start again in the morning. They’d agreed to talk to John in the morning before breakfast.
With a hug and forehead kiss Scott left Penny for his own bunk.
~
‘Well, Dad, what do your sea legs say?’
Shore laughed. He always appreciated his daughter’s wicked sense of humour, and Atlanta wielded that power ruthlessly whenever he needed it.
‘This is an odd assortment of people our World President has invited onto this train.’
‘I agree.’
‘I’m sure that you’ve seen our mutual friends?’
‘I have. Haven’t had the chance to talk to either of them yet but I intend to talk to Scott before we leave.’
‘Good. We should have him and his brothers over once this is done.’
‘I’d like that, Dad.’
Sam grinned impishly.
‘I’ll make sure Troy isn’t anywhere around…’
It was Atlanta’s turn to laugh. She kissed her father goodnight.
~
Weston sighed.
Seeing Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward had thrown him. FAB and WIN had a fractious relationship. Ostentatiously they operated in the same circles but they didn’t work well together.
President Younger had thought about folding both agencies into the GDF but had been persuaded that keeping the peacekeeping force separate from the intelligence forces would be better. It hadn’t stopped him from snapping up certain officers from all agencies into the new one he set up, creating lasting animosity from all agencies towards Spectrum.
Sam himself was a little…jealous. He’d have loved to have been asked to move to Spectrum but he had not been selected. Unlike everyone else Weston had not brought a co-worker with him. He hadn’t felt the need to and his boss hadn’t offered.
Now he knew why.
He wasn’t really here to represent WIN. He was here to support the Lady. She’d once been head of FAB at a very young age. Not many knew that but he did. WIN did.
So he read through his notes and put them away and went to bed.
If Lady Penelope wanted to share intel with him she knew where he was.
~
Val Casey pinched her nose to try and ease the growing tension headache.
Rigby had given her a concise report of all the delegates and Foster had agreed with everything he’d said but, while there was no one untoward on the train, she worried.
There was so much that could go wrong…
Eventually she called it a night and sent Rigby and Foster to their own sleeping quarters before rereading all the notes and finally settling down for the night.
Something was going to go wrong.
She could feel it.
~
Rigby went straight to sleep in the top bunk but Foster lay back, hands under her head. She grinned and waited for her bunkmate’s snoring to even out before soundlessly getting up.
This was going to be…lucrative.
~
Captains Ochre and Blue had delivered their reports and Charles had dismissed them for the night. Or should he say early morning…
It was closer to two in the morning and Charles was feeling restless. They had been told that they had the run of the main carriages but not the personal ones – which was fair enough and a rule Charles was thankful for – so he made his way through to the dining car. There was tea and coffee available in their quarters but Charles was craving something different, sweeter.
Something to help him sleep. He shouldn’t really be going where he was without letting his Captains know, but for some reason Charles needed to be there.
When he entered the dining car he wasn’t really surprised to see someone else already sitting at the bar nursing exactly what he was after. He sat down beside the man.
‘Uncle Charlie.’
‘Scooter.’
‘Ha. I forgot you used to call me that.’
‘I think it’s about time you called me Charles, Scott. You have more than earned the right.’
‘I’d like that, Charles. Thank you.’
‘What can I get you, Sir?’
‘I’ll have a hot chocolate too, please.’
The waiter placed a tall glass of hot chocolate on the counter and discreetly withdrew.
The two men didn’t say anything for a moment, just took a sip and put their glasses down in unison.
And turned when a third person entered the carriage.
Captain Foster cursed the presence of Colonel White and Scott Tracy – trust those two to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. They were spoiling her plans! But she couldn’t very well carry on now – they would be suspicious if she did. So she nodded to them, asked the waiter for a bottle of sparkling water and returned the way she had come. There would be plenty of time to do what she had planned…
Scott frowned as the Captain left and opened his mouth to say something when the train started shaking more than a top-of-the-range train should do…
But before he could hit his comm to call John the lights went out and they were both thrown to the floor.
~
‘John!’
‘EOS?’
‘There has been an earthquake.’
John’s fingers flew as he pulled up the data, paling when he saw what…or rather where this was happening. He hit the emergency klaxon and was gratified as always when his brothers and sister were ready and waiting in seconds.
‘Guys, we have a situation.’
‘What is it, John?’
‘Earthquake in Switzerland. The Alps to be exact.’
‘The Alps…’
‘Yes. The train that Scott is on is in the epicentre of the quake. EOS is trying to raise him but by my calculations they would be in the Gotthard Base Tunnel and that alone would create communication difficulties without the earthquake.’
‘How large is it?’
‘As earthquakes go it isn’t the biggest but it has combined with extra snowfall after a wet summer…Alan, you have One.’
‘FAB. We’re on our way, John. Keep trying to get through to Scott. Thunderbirds are go.’
It took One less than an hour to get to the epicentre.
It was an hour too long.
Alan circled the area, taking aerial images for Five and Two, and he had a lump in his throat the entire time.
Where the mountainside should be, where the Gotthard tunnel ran through…was just a pile of debris and snow.
The train was definitely in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I have to accept that I enjoy watching Troy Tempest a lot despite him sometimes being the worst. He is just so flawed it fun to watch and insult him.
everyone said this before, he is a sexist self-obsessed jerk but the show didn’t present those characteristic in a good light anyway so they are very conscious of their decision on this character
raptures of the deep man from the navy and and even stand by for action do pretty good job of showing troys faws but still being good guy. better then fireball and somdegree thunderbirds did.
okay long post a head hear me out but we do see devolp ment . sort of. if you squint? idk @teapotteringabout and @riallasheng might be able to put it more eloquently? especially in regards to books and comics.
tldr: troy is flawed but the shows broadcast order (and now streaming order) screws him over
but so like if we go of the og story order? not the order they were first shown on telly in (and often saved to it and some dvds in). because does screw with the contiuity.
Troy does does moon over marina for abit at the same time as Atlanta. but then cools along the series to more friendly. (particularly after tresure down below. and partly with scripts giving Atlanta more screentime with marinas role being sadly reduced).
not saying thats a good thing or thats a particular Gentlemenly trait.
but i would argue Troy's two timing thibg is exaggerated by the weid show order. as it stops being a linery development and ping-pongs troy back and forth?
another reason show order sucks: troys ego gets a check after raptures of the deep. not huge but enough if you're watching in the script order he isn't having to duck to get his big head under the door. theres more attention in the scripts he becomes a more well rounded character to some degree. but that gets lost with the screening. like how putting plant of doom futher back messes with flow of friendships and trust established, when its supposed to be episode 2
tldr: troy is flawed but the shows broadcast order (and now streaming order) screws him over
*looks at the handful of anons she's recently gotten about Troy / my being a Troy fan
Welp, that does explain a few things.
I'll be honest, I have been actively avoiding / blacklisting the anti-Troy posts and the like that have been going on. I'm friends with quite a few people who have been posting them, and I LOATHE being rude, so since I absolutely hate anti-Troy stuff, I've just been noping out of engaging with it and refusing to answer asks I've gotten from people demanding to know why I like Troy or that 'obviously you were being ironic / lying when you said you like him' and the like. I don't want to cause strife by having posts that might come across as rude or 'vague posting', or the like ^^;;
I am biased, of course. Everyone is. I came into Stingray via the novels, then the comics, then finally the show - and I have only ever watched the show in production order... to the point where I FORGET that broadcast order (the evil that it is) EXISTS at times.
But yeah, to quick throw my cap in the ring.
Broadcast order is evil as all Hell. It makes Troy look like he's two-timing and inconsistent, plus a lot of other factors. If you watch Stingray, WATCH IT IN PRODUCTION ORDER, I AM ***BEGGING*** YOU. The love-triangle is actually VERY short lived. It lasts about 10 episodes, then it's over. Troy treats Marina as a FRIEND after that, and sets his cap at Atlanta. The love-triangle also doesn't exist outside of the show. If you came into Stingray via the comics and novels (esp the novels) like me, you would have no real CLUE that Troy was EVER interested in anyone else.
Troy is a good lad, has a heart of gold, is FIERCELY loyal, always willing to speak up for and defend people - even those he doesn't like in the slightest (like when he saves Jordan's bacon), and he treats people with respect - even for the SHORT period where he's trying to figure out which girl he wants to be with, he still treats Marina and Atlanta with respect and BOTH OF THEM like him and are friends with each other. The closest he comes to being sexist is ONE line that is basically grumbling about women being as changable as the sea... when he is alone in his car, after a pretty big fight... and he sent flowers and an apology card to Marina WITHOUT PROMPTING to apologize for ruining her dinner party, and he simply chose NOT TO SPEAK with Atlanta after their fight, never saying anything rude to her or about her... and when Jordan is revealed to be what Troy said he was, Troy apologises to Marina AND GETS HER PERMISSION before tearing into the guy, then is very kind with Atlanta, making sure to include her in the 'best people at WASP' and the like.
He's short tempered, has a FIERY temper, impulsive, and entirely too bold. (so is Atlanta and Sam) He's got a bit of a big head, but he's EARNED a fair bit of it as he 'is the hype' to a fair degree. He also is not sexist. He treats women with respect, and does his best to apologize or make up for instances where his temper flared up / he screwed up. He's flawed, but has a LOT of strengths.
He is, in short, a well rounded and nuanced character, which is WHY I like him as much as I do.
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Right so I had the dumbest idea last night and decided to dedicate all of today to getting this comic done, it’s probably not the best and the idea itself is kinda stupid but hey I have an example for comics for commissions now YIPEEEEEE
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