#random muse

Honey and Jennifer jumped up when they saw someone outside of their house. Honey cocked her head and Jennifer rubbed her head with her free hand. Honey looked at Jennifer. "They're not a relative."

"But they're still in a wall. " Jennifer stated. "Honey, could you please? " Honey shrugged her shoulders, gave Jennifer the bag she was carrying, and walked over to them.

HAPPY THUNDERBIRDS DAY!!! 

Well, my muse has decided to play nice, and knowing I needed to work on this fic helped me get through the day today, so I’ll call that progress!  Thank you for your kind words on Part 1! Now I just need to think of a title! Ideas??? Hmm... Still have no idea where this is going, but I hope you are enjoying this random plot bunny.

@gumnut-logic @ak47stylegirl I give you Part 2!

Part 1

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“Alan, can you hear me?” Virgil called desperately, as he checked Alan’s pulse. An elevated but steady rhythm pumped against his fingertips. The medic cupped his baby brother’s face as he tried to get a better look at the head wound along the right side of Alan’s face. “C’mon, kid. Say something.”

Alan remained stubbornly silent and still.

Pushing his coms, Virgil looked to the heavens praying they still had communications. “Thunderbird 5, do you read me?”

“Virgil! We’ve been trying to reach you guys for the last thirty minutes,” John’s relieved voice filtered through. “Took some reworking of the coms, but we magnified your signal, and that must’ve done the trick. What’s your situation?”

“It’s not good,” the pilot grimaced as his left forearm throbbed menacingly. Even though Virgil couldn’t see John, he could already see the frown lines forming between the redhead’s teal eyes.

“Scott is nearly to your location with Gordon,” John informed.

“Gordon was supposed to be taking it easy!” Virgil grumbled in frustration. “Why is he with Scott?”

“Next time two of your brothers go missing, are you going to just sit on the couch?” Gordon’s annoyed voice echoed. “Besides, I’m fine. The ribs are fully healed.”

Virgil groaned, cursing at both his water-loving brother and the remains of the pod windshield that he earnestly tried to free Alan from, being careful not to jar the pieces that had found a home along Alan’s abdomen.

“Virgil, what is your status?” Scott’s no-nonsense voice interrupted. “Are you and Alan okay?”

“The tunnel we were searching collapsed during the quake. We’re trapped. The collapse completely damaged the pod,” Virgil said, his hazel eyes resting on Alan.

“Did you bring the exo-suit?” Scott asked. “Are you able to clear yourselves out with it?”

“I have it, but I’ve been a little preoccupied. Haven’t had a chance to see if the suit is even functional or had a chance to find a way out,” the brunette said, his arm once again reminding him that something was off. “I’m not sure I could operate it at the moment anyway.”

Scott met John’s holographic gaze in front of him as Thunderbird 1 came in for a landing. Both realized their baby brother was uncharacteristically quiet. “Virgil, are you and Alan injured?”

“Yes,” Virgil replied solemnly. “Minor to a mild concussion for me, and I’ve injured my left forearm and wrist. Otherwise, I think I’m okay. It’s Alan I’m worried about. How soon will you be here?”

“We just arrived,” Scott said. “What is it, Virg?”

Virgil tenderly brushed away several pieces of broken glass from his baby brother’s face. “Alan has a large gash to his head, definite concussion. As the pod got crushed during the collapse, the windshield and front frame bent inward, shattering not only Alan’s helmet, but a piece of the frame pierced his abdomen.”

A cold shiver ran down Scott’s spine as Virgil’s last words reached his ears. Alan was in a bad way, and there wasn’t any way to sugarcoat it. “Has he regained consciousness?”

“Negative,” Virgil frowned. “He hasn’t reacted to anything.”

Scott closed his eyes, reigning in his emotions. Virgil and Alan needed him at his best right now. The field commander nodded to Gordon as the aquanaut finished assembling a mole pod. “We’re coming, Virgil. John has mapped out a course for us. Just hold on.”

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