#wee tracys

Ooh, hello! Thanks for knocking on my door.

I have a little weeTracys Halloween idea for you. Picture Lucille leading her boys through the neighbourhood, all dressed in costumes and carrying a little pumpkin bucket or pillowcase to contain their treats. Scott's reached his teens, but he wouldn't miss trick-or-treating with his little brothers for the world. Alan's still more baby than toddler and is mostly being carried by his mum.

Alan's costume is an adorable rocket onesie. The nosecone (hood) and "stabilising fins" (arms) are red, the main body shiny silver, and his lower legs and feet are decorated with flames shooting from the black booster rockets.

Based on this post and inspired by @edutainer2022

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She was aware that she was getting “looks” but Lucy was made of sterner stuff!

John was asleep, the eight-month-old nestled against her and sitting astride her rather large belly. Scott was in the pushchair, wiggling and griping because she’d been in too much of a hurry to let the two-and-a-half year old speed demon walk.

She didn’t have time to be chasing her eldest around right now.

Lucy knew in her heart that her boys were not the reason for the looks. But sometimes she didn’t feel like the wife of the first man on Mars but some kind of unglamorous lump that for some reason Jeff Tracy loved, married and had given her three children.

Absentmindedly patting baby number three - due in seven weeks - Lucy reached over to grab some bread when Scott gave a low, frustrated growl. He knew to keep his voice down so as to not disturb his brother, but the continuing attempts to get out were beginning to upset him.

‘Out! Mamma, out!’

Lucy sighed and awkwardly half-knelt beside the pushchair.

‘Scotty, baby, if I let you out can you promise Mamma that you’ll stay with the push chair and not run around? Can you do that for me?’

Scott regarded her solemnly for a moment before shaking his head.

‘Pro’ly no.’

Laughing at his total honesty, she bestowed a kiss on his head.

‘Thank you for being honest, Scott. How about, when we’ve finished, we go see Grandma and Grandpa and you can run around to your heart’s content?’

Gordon and Destiny the whale shark for my fanfic down below.

Wee!Scott & Jeff

The engine of Lee’s little Piper PA-28 fixed wing roared into life and little Scotty, all of four years old, squealed in alarm and clapped his hands over his ears. Jeff, standing well back at the hangar, scooped Scott up and held him close until the plane had taxied over to the runway. 

“Y’know, planes aren’t that scary,” he fondly said as soon as the plane was far enough away. “It’s just noise, nothing to be afraid of.” 

“‘S not?” Scott asked, big eyes looking up at his father as he peeled his hands away from the sides of his head. 

“Nope.” Jeff smiled. “Besides, we need the noise to fly, and that’s what we’re here to do, right?” 

“Right.” Scott nodded, his little face so serious it made him go all gooey on the inside at the sight. 

“So,” Jeff affected a serious mein (Lucy always called it his ‘Top Gun’ face), pulled his aviators out from where he’d hooked them on his shirt and put them on his nose. “Let’s saddle up, kiddo.” 

Scott immediately put on his kiddie sized aviators (and Jeff went even gooier on the inside) and announced “Let’s saddle up!” 

Something brought this one to mind recently, so I thought I'd bring it out for another airing.

You can also find it here on AO3

** Please note ** For this story Virgil is older than John.

Lucy knew her nap was over when the shuffle of little feet on the carpet became loud enough to break through the drowsy fog.  The little hand on her belly proved the point, but the whispered words kept her eyes closed for a while longer.  Much of what her eldest son was saying was too incomprehensible for her sleepy mind to decipher, but she caught the gist.  The hand on her very pregnant belly was part of an explanation that a baby was in there.  The beginning of a very serious instructional talk.

“Going big bruh now,” three-and-a-half year-old Scott was telling his barely one year old brother. Lucy was awake enough for her brain to begin re-interpreting the baby-talk to mean “You’re going to be a big brother now.”

“Like me!” Scott continued.  “I you big bruh.  You baby big bruh.”

Lucy allowed her eyes to drift open a little, wanting to see how this information was being received, but not wanting to interrupt.  Scott was too focused on Virgil to notice she had woken.  She could just make out Virgil doing that little bounce on his chubby legs as he stood on the other side of Scott, with both hands holding on to her bed for stability.  A flicker of movement in the corner of her eye diverted her attention and she saw her mother-in-law tentatively look into the room, ready to shoo the boys away and let her sleep.  Lucy caught Sally’s eye and gave a slight shake of the head, which the older woman took as her cue to withdraw.  The instructions continued.

“Baby come soon.  I look (after) you. You look (after) baby.”  The word “after” wasn’t spoken, but Lucy was used to filling in the blanks.

The only response Lucy could discern from her vantage point was a slightly furrowed brow – Virgil’s serious expression, one he used when concentrating hard.

“Big bruh job.”  (Meaning “That’s a big brother’s job.”)  There was a pause and Scott’s hand moved onto Virgil’s shoulder.  “I help you.”

“Ba!” Virgil replied, rather loudly, with another bounce as he flexed his leg muscles.

Scott nodded.  Apparently that was the required response.  Instructions had been given and received, and with that Scott turned and headed for the door, with Virgil toddling after him.

Lucy stifled a giggle.  Her boys were precious.  She had no doubt the new baby would be well and truly doted on.

Trick or Treat!

Happy Halloween to you too!

Another little Halloween WeeTracy headcanon for you.

Pumpkin carving was a bit of a tradition for the Tracy family. The older boys had developed a healthy rivalry and would try to outdo each other with their jack-o-lantern designs. Only Scott, Virgil and John were deemed old enough yet to wield the carving knives, under the watchful eye of Lucille of course.

But Gordon and Alan were gainfully employed in "the scooping" - the removal of the pumpkin innards. They seemed to take great joy in managing to get pumpkin just about everywhere - in their hair, on their clothes, all over the kitchen table, and floor, and some of the walls . . .

And Jeff got stuck with bath duty!

This little fic was sparked by a recent conversation with @amistrio and @onereyofstarlight. I hope there will be more creations that come from that discussion!

Anyway, many thanks to both of those wonderful people for the inspiration as well as lovely words encouraging me to share this with you all.

Notes: This is pre-canon/weeTracys fic (I'm picturing Alan as around 8 years old here) It's general audience rated, family fluff.

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The little second-hand book shop on Main Street was cosy and warm, but a little disorganised.  Books of all types and shapes and sizes were stacked not only on shelves but on just about any flat surface, seemingly with no sense of order or categorisation.

None of that mattered to Alan, who browsed the titles carefully, very conscious of the five dollars burning a hole in his pocket.  It was his money, painstakingly earned over the last few weeks so he could buy his biggest brother a present for his birthday.

Everyone said turning twenty-one was a big deal, so Alan’s present had to be special.  He knew Scotty liked to read books.  Actual books, with real pages you could turn – not audio books or ebooks, but the old fashioned paper type ones.  And he’d done his research.  Well, he’d snooped around in Scott’s bedroom and taken a good look at the books on the shelf.  In any case, he had a particular kind of book in mind.

“How can anyone find anything in this place?” John asked no one in particular.  The chaotic charm of the non-existent filing system in the store was completely lost on him.  In fact, it seemed to make him a little uncomfortable.  “What kind of books are you looking for, Squirt?”

“The ones about going places.  You know, like the – um, guides?” Alan tried to remember the titles from Scott’s shelves.  “Lonely guides?”

“Oh, travel guides, like Lonely Planet.”

“Yeah, those ones!”

“Alright, let me see if I can find any kind of travel section in here.”

John crossed to the other side of the store and began scanning the spines of books on the tall shelves there, leaving Alan to flick through the books tumbling out of boxes on the table in front of him once more.

Some of the books in Scott’s room had been about aeroplanes and flying, but he seemed to have more books about travelling.  There were at least three with that Lonely Planet logo on them, so he knew if he found one of those his big brother would probably like it.  Scott’s bookshelves had contained a bunch of books that seemed to be written by people who had travelled to places the slow way – long train trips, or car journeys, or sometimes by bike or even on foot. Books that were less about the destination, and more about the journey, and the places you could stop along the way.

That had surprised Alan a little.  It seemed more Virgil’s style to go slow and admire things along the way.  Scott generally liked to get to places as fast as possible.  He figured maybe the enjoyment came from reading about the way other people explored these places so Scott didn’t have to go there himself.

It didn’t really matter why he liked them, Alan just knew he had to find a book that was about going some place exciting or different.  A travel guide, or something that had the word “tour” or "journey" in the title.  He figured he’d know it when he saw it.

A few titles with promise had caught his eye as possibilities when Vigil and Gordon came into the book shop.  Alan ignored them as Gordon excitedly showed John the gift he’d bought from the Olde Curiosity Shoppe down the street.  He knelt down and started looking through the books in the boxes beneath the table as John complained to Virgil about the books not being sorted by genre, or author, or alphabetically by title, or . . . anything.

Then he saw it.  Alan knew this was the one just from the title.  It was perfect. He was absolutely certain that Scott would love it.  Without interrupting his brothers he took the book over to the counter and handed over his money to the kind lady who put his purchase into a paper bag for him.

“We can go now,” he announced joyfully to the others.

Three sets of eyes were suddenly turned on him and the bag in his hand.

“What did you get?” Gordon asked, reaching for the bag.

Alan snatched it out of Gordon’s reach.  “I don’t want you to see until Scotty opens his present.”

There was some half-hearted arguing, mostly from Gordon, but Alan made it more than clear that he wanted it to be a surprise.  Virgil, and then John, whilst curious about the book Alan had chosen, quickly backed him up and put a stop to Gordon’s attempts to look inside the bag.  And with the shopping done, they headed home to prepare for Scott’s party.

Despite the milestone birthday, the party was a fairly simple affair.  Just family – including some family friends who were considered close enough to be family – and a few of Scott’s closest friends.  Plenty of food, some well chosen music, a few light-hearted games, cake and candles, then . . .

“Time for presents!!!” Alan announced, dragging Scott by the hand and leading him to the couch.

The coffee table was covered with an impressive array of gifts, all wrapped and tagged and begging to be opened.

“Open mine first, Scotty!”  Alan handed over a rectangular parcel wrapped in paper decorated with stripes of blue and silver. 

The beaming smile and the sparkle in those big blue eyes beneath unruly blond hair had Scott chuckling and returning a dimpled smile of his own.

“Alright, alright.”

Scott teased his littlest brother by painstakingly peeling away the tape and slowly unwrapping the paper, knowing that Alan would prefer him to just tear into the paper as fast as possible.  Once the wrapping finally came away the title of the book was finally revealed.

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.

Scott could see the anxious expectancy written all over Alan’s face, and knew that a great deal of thought had gone into the choosing of the gift.

“Do you like it?”

For @janetm74, because while I can picture Scott as a parent, it was more fun to picture him as an uncle to small nephews. Virgil’s kids, to be precise. Warning: it’s complete and utter fluff. And some whump, poor Scott. Also, some very blue language. Enjoy! 

(cc: @womble1, also for the idea.)

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Thwap. Scott winced and opened his eyes. He realised he was lying on the daybed by the pool. A small arm lay across his face. Frowning, he removed the arm from his face and turned his head. The small arm, he discovered, belonged to three-year-old Kip, who was snoring on his right. He grinned.

Like father, like son.

Glancing to his left, he spied Alex, also snoring - this paternal inheritance amused Scott to no end - sprawled next to him, left hand curled around Scott’s bicep and right leg resting on his hip. If the twins were on either side of him, that meant the weight on his chest had to be - he looked up and accidentally buried his face in a thatch of red hair - Jack, age one, lying face down on his chest, asleep. And not snoring. 

He must take after Rebecca. Hmmm, how did we end up here? 

Scott took a moment to recall his morning. The island needed restocking, and Jeff had a physio appointment in Sidney. A group consisting of Jeff, Grandma, Gordon, Virgil and Rebecca had gone in Thunderbird Two. Virgil and Rebecca were to resupply the island after dropping off the other three at Jeff's physio appointment. Gordon and Grandma accompanied Jeff to discuss his progress with his doctor and update his regimen. 

Scott smiled. Though keen to get his health back after being in space for nearly a decade, his father was chafing at the restrictions remaining on him by medicos seven years after his return. He had tried convincing his family he could slack on some of his rehab, but they weren't having it. Jeff even appealed to Rebecca in the hopes she would side with him. But after discussing it with Grandma, the best she could offer was to go to his doctor and have his exercise and dietary regimen reevaluated. 

Jeff felt betrayed. “Et tu, Becca?” But his family - led primarily by Grandma, Virgil and Gordon - agreed this was a good idea. So, on this appointment, Dad had company.

The man who said, ‘humanity never got anywhere taking it easy’ was trying to take it easy. Scott smiled wryly. He checked his watch. They should be back soon.

With Kayo (something secret with Lady Penelope), Alan (at uni), and Selene (several client meetings) in London, and with John working on Five, Scott had been the only adult left on the island to watch the boys. He had been busy with rescues of late and was keen to spend some quality time with The Nephews. After a morning spent walking his favourite and most scenic trails around the island, followed by a quick jaunt to the beach to cool their feet, the quartet had found themselves back in the villa's kitchen for a snack. Then Jack wanted to snuggle, followed by Kip and Alex. The daybed was the closest place to comfortably lie horizontal with small, tired children. 

A sudden pain in his side made Scott gasp. He quickly placed a hand on Jack's back to keep him from rolling off. What on earth? 

Alex shifted again, digging his elbow into his uncle's ribs. Scott gasped again, quickly placing his hand between him and Alex's sharp elbow. Oof, that hurt. 

Muttering under his breath, Scott gently tried to manoeuvre Alex so he couldn't jab Uncle Scott with his pointy elbow. Distracted by Alex, he was unprepared for the hand that smacked him in the face. Thwap! 

Kip! Scott swiftly turned to find an angelic Kip snoring into his armpit. Lowering the boy's arm, he tried to shift Kip so he wouldn't keep hitting his favourite uncle in the face. He managed to shift the boy into his back. That should help. 

Small boys resettled, Scott took a breath and, cosied by three small furnaces, found himself dozing. Puppy Pile: The Next Generation was FAB.

I like being an uncle. They really are the sweetest boyeeeeees! 

Scott yelped, blinded by the searing pain that made him see stars. He was wholly unprepared for Jack's foot to so accurately connect with his testicles as the sleeping toddler shifted. 

Oh, fuckfuckfuckfuck!! That hurts!! 

Scott sucked in deep breaths of air. This definitely hurt more than when a twelve-year-old John had squarely kicked the head of his penis as the redhead shifted in his sleep. To make matters worse, John wasn't sorry and still teased Scott about it to this day.

That unrepentant fucker! He had escaped to Thunderbird Five, claiming he and EOS had work to do. That absolutely sneaky fucker!! Next time he can watch Virgil's kids. 

Through controlled breaths, the pain slowly began to recede. Shifting Jack, so his legs straddled his waist, Scott felt he had sorted his nephews sufficiently to enable him to catch a restorative nap. 

He had dozed for about a dozen minutes when something hard connected with his jaw. Stunned, Scott discovered Alex had shifted in his sleep and had somehow kicked his uncle in the head. His yelp of surprise caused Kip to stir, prompting a hand to thwap Scott's face. A sudden pain in his side made him jump. Looking at Kip, Scott saw him, still asleep(!), lunge and bite him a second time. 

WTF?!? 

Reaching to move Kip caused Jack to shift, and both of his feet connected with Scott's groin in a one-two kick. Weeping in pain and trying not to scream, Scott slid the small redhead onto the daybed, and he slid off it, rolling on the ground. 

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!!!!

Scott didn't just see stars this time. Now he saw whole technicolour constellations. That's it. He decided once he could think again. Never again am I looking after the Terrible Three Tracys. And, Kayo and I are definitely never having kids. 

He crawled to the kitchen for ice packs and some pain medicine. He swallowed the pain pills and sank to the floor, unable to stand any longer. He sighed, leaning against the cabinet with the ice pack on his groin and jaw. Never, ever having kids. Kayo will understand. She's wonderful like that.

Slowly, he recovered, dozing in the cool shade of the kitchen. Just as the last tendrils of pain faded away, he heard Thunderbird Shadow and Thunderbird Two returning. Ah, good. Scott was keen to see his wife and return Virgil's children to his care. He pulled himself to his feet. The movement didn't hurt. He was relieved. Craning his neck, he saw the three terrors were still asleep on the daybed. 

No more puppy piles for me. I can be immune to their cute puppy dog eyes…, especially Kip. Why does he have to so closely resemble Virgil? That's fighting dirty.

Scott turned toward the stairs when he heard family coming down them. 

“Hey Scott, how were things?” Virgil made a beeline for the daybed, rousing his children.

“Things were good.” 

“Scott, are you okay?” Frowning, Rebecca approached him, looking concerned. 

“I'm fine.”

She peered closely at him. “What happened to your jaw?”

“Oh, it's nothing.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yep.” Scott smiled at her. Rebecca's expression suggested she didn't believe him. “Really, Becca, I'm fine.” 

“Hmm. Well, thank you for watching the boys.” She kissed him on the cheek. “It was a productive trip.” 

“That's good.”

Gordon came in, carrying a box of supplies. “Yeah, Dad can cut back on two of his medications and drop several exercises.” 

“That's really good news!”

“I agree.” The man himself strolled into the kitchen and sat at the table. 

“Grandpa!” Three little rested boys came tearing into the kitchen. 

“Boys!” Jeff hugged his grandbabies as they tried to climb into his lap.

“Guys, go easy on Grandpa. He can't play with you like Uncle Scott or me.” 

“Oh! Daddy, we had the bestest time wit Uncle Scoot!” Alex beamed, and Kip nodded in agreement. 

Virgil tossed Jack in the air, expertly catching him. “Did you have a good time with Uncle Scoot, too?” 

Jack giggled merrily in reply. 

“Well, this is a happy gathering!”

“Kayo!” 

“Hi, Kayo!”

“Honey, you're home. I missed you.” Scott kissed his wife.

“I am. And I missed you, too.”

“Did you have a good time in London?”

“I had an interesting time.” 

“Oh?” Scott looked closely at his wife. She was glowing. She mouthed something he didn't catch. “What?”

Kayo grinned at him. “Let's tell them.” 

“Tell them? Tell them what? Kayo….” 

“Everyone, can we have your attention?” Everyone stopped and looked at Scott and Kayo. “We have some news to share.” 

We do? Scott frowned. What had she mouthed to him? 

“We're pregnant!” 

As everyone gathered around Kayo to offer their congratulations, Scott sat on his chair, stunned. I'm gonna be a father? He rested his hand on his jaw, briefly miserable. I'm going to be a father. He brightened. I'm going to be a dad…And I can have Virgil watch my kid. Smiling, he joined his family.

Puppy Pile: The Next Generation was a go.