The Kidnapping of Scott Tracy
Yes, I know it's been forever and a month. Hopefully in the inside of my head is at a better place and not so loud. I'm not making ANY promises, but I'm working on it. Ao3 link
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He set a can of stew to heat, and set up his laptop. John might have taken everything off, but it still had its basic features - which included both a writing program and a spreadsheet creator. "Work the problem, Tracy." He had to grin a little, he was part of the problem, but that was getting fixed. He started logging things as he remembered them. He was going to forget some things, but this would give him a good running start. He ate his lunch and spent the next several hours working on how to streamline things, delegate tasks more, and how to make TI work better without him touching every damn thing. Dad was never coming back and it was past time for Scott to accept that. He had to be present for the family he had, right now.
Dinner was pasta with chicken, basic and simple but that's all he had the brain for. The rest of his not inconsiderable intellect was focused on how to get IR to run better. He'd have to talk to John about screening the rescues more. Things that only International Rescue could handle. If they managed to pull back on that, it would take a ton of weight off of all of them. But that left the GDF -Â there was no way, in any kind of hell, that he was going to let them get their hands on IR tech. He needed to talk to the legal team about the GDF and if they could actually just take the Thunderbirds. He was pretty sure they couldn't, but he wasn't going to risk it on 'pretty sure'.
All that was left was the hardest one of all: his family. He owed them all so much. More of his time, more of his attention (especially Alan). He thought John had another paper coming out and that Virgil had a show or showing, he couldn't remember, but he wasn't sure about either. Gordon had a marine conference that he was supposed to be the keynote at and Grandma had a medical school reunion, but again, he wasn't sure when. As for Kayo, he shook his head, he had less clue about what she was up to than he should. Scott sat back and rubbed his eyes, he wasn't going to fix this tonight. It had taken years for him to get into this and it just might take him years to get out of it, but he'd made a start. He shut down the computer, got up, stretched, took care of things, and got into bed. Part of making sure he could give the people he loved the time and attention they deserved meant that he had to take care of himself.
