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‘Hmmm, nice shirt Gordon!’

‘Really???  I thought you hated it!’

the missing scene - series finale

I believe Rob Hoegee left us to write this ourselves, so this is my attempt

“Welcome home Dad.”  Gordon offered quietly as his father was lead away to a full health scan followed by, almost certainly, a bout of indigestion.

Penny welcomed him home then took a few steps up the ramp to meet Gordon.

“How was it?  Are you all safe?”  She asked concerned.

“Yup, all safe, and it went really well, bar the Hood of course.”  He was wondering, hoping, why she had stayed in the hanger after the others had left.  His heart pounding at the sight of her, so perfect even after the pitched battle to save the island.

“Are you okay?”  He asked gently, almost a whisper.  She was close now, taking his hand, looking up into his face.

“I am now.”  She smiled, “I worried about you all while you were away, but...”  She stopped to check he was still breathing.  “It turns out that I do worry about you - in particular.”  Reaching that short distance to his lips, she kissed him.  “I really do!”  They kissed again.

“Now Gordon do something really important for me!”  Her voice suddenly very urgent - she had his whole attention!

“I need you to breath, Gordon please, breath!”

the cost of zero-xl

This was supposed to be a lighthearted bit of silliness, but the fic had a will of it’s own, wanting desperately to be overly emotional, I’ve weeded most of it out, much to the fic’s disgust!  (   ‘lil update on this one, after a chat with @ ak47stylegirl, this is probably going to become a series :-)   )

“Son, can I ask you about these figures?”

Scott was truly taken aback seeing his father at the desk again.  It made him smile warmly to see those familiar broad shoulder silhouetted against the wide expanse of the South Pacific.  

Home.  

Home at last. 

 And everything was right again.

Then Scott backtracked over what had been said and a cold tremor ran the length of his spin – figures? - what figures?

And everything wasn't right again.

They never would be.

“Ah, yeah, right Dad.”  Scott drew his fingers through his hair and knew the moment had arrived to face the issue of the figures.  “We didn't want to worry you about that too soon.”

Jeff's face was contorted into the deepest of frowns. The passive calm in his voice was unnatural.  “I think maybe you should have.”  They had all expected him to go nuclear when he found out.  

Perchance, Gordon came rushing through, desperate for a dip in the pool after the voyage in Zero-XL

“Nice timing Gordon, Dad knows!  We need a family meeting, can you go and get everyone up?”  Scott's voice was quiet, resigned.

Gordon halted, looked at his father, looked at Scott, then out to the glistening pool sadly, his hand half raised to point longingly at it before turning back into the house.

Faces grim, the brothers gathered, sitting with their grandmother.  Their father hadn't stirred yet from his chair at the desk, silently brooding over the figures, but on seeing the last of them arrive, he moved the report to the main holoview and came to sit with them, his question ready now to be asked.

“The Zero-XL bankrupted us?”  

There – he'd managed to actually say the words out loud.  “We have nothing left?” He turned to his eldest in hope.

Scott swallowed hard but couldn't speak, instead he nodded firmly.

Jeff stared from one to another, resting for a long moment on his mother before moving on.

“But there were billions!”

That was an understatement, there had been millions and millions of billions, theirs had been one of the riches family on Earth when he had left.  He could see that they had spent wisely, prudently even, until the Zero XL.

“Everything? All gone?”  He asked one more time.

John lifted his chin, breathed steadily and added, “Not everything Dad. We've held onto the farm and there is enough for us each to have a home, either together or independently.”  Involuntarily he glanced round at his brothers, not wanting to admit that he didn't think he could cope in a small house with any of them for any length of time.

He then realised that his grandmother was staring at him as hard as his father.

“Go on, I dare you to finish that statement!” she snarled.

John took the dare, “And enough for Grandma to chose a nice nursing home... when she's ready.”

Her glare hardened and she huffed a little, realising that these were insignificances against the questions that her son needed answering. 

“Jeff, the boys put everything into getting you home.  It was the right thing to do, and the advances in technology learnt from the Zero XL may yet regain some of the wealth.  But the more important thing was to get you home.”  her voice softened.  “People before property, Jeff.”  

“But everything?”  Jeff repeated bleakly

Scott nodded again, “Tracy Industries, the Island and...” 

The next part was going to be the hardest to say passed the dry lump in his throat, so Virgil stepped in to finish what had to be said.

“The Thunderbirds themselves – the GDF have taken them on, will use them as rescue vehicles and if we're ever in a position to buy them back then it's in the agreement that we can.”

Jeff was stunned speechless.

Pale.

This was a future that he had not ever once conceived.  

His first and only dream was just of being rescued – returning to his home.     

But to find he had lost everything.

No!  He realised sharply, not everything.

His two youngest sons had been quiet through all of this, but both felt the need to contribute.

Gordon leaned forward, elbows on his knees and a deep frown ageing his face. He'd been just a kid, 12, no 14 when Jeff had last seen him.  An earnest boy but such a pain in the butt – Ha!  Weren't they all at that age.  

When Gordon spoke it was in a voice that Jeff was still having troubles recognising.  “Dad, you always said that you would put everything you had into rescuing just one person. Well, we didn't have much choice here, it took everything.”

And Alan added, “Especially when the one person in the whole of space we wanted to rescue was you.”

Jeff cupped his hands and rubbed his forehead hard, he'd aged, he felt it in every bone, but sighing, he sat up and faced them again.  

His eldest, greying now, had taken the strain of running everything for a while till the others had seen his stress.  Strong, totally dependable.  The twins with those same admirable qualities but in themselves like chalk and cheese.  The two youngest, untried before he had left but now with a history of rescues to make any man proud to call them son.

Okay, so his reality had changed but not everything was gone.

He still had his family.

“So where do we go from here?”  The words were slow but he refused to make them sad or defeatist.

“We have until the end of the month to move out, then...”  Scott saw that information strike his father like a mallet but the only way forward was to keep going.  “I've a job training pilots for the GDF.  John is joining their space programme.”

Virgil pipped up quickly, “I've got work with a freight company, flying out of Auckland!”  He'd said with some degree of excitement.  Jeff eyed him with a grin. This son was always happiest behind the controls of big aircraft.  He turned to Gordon, raising one eyebrow questioningly.

“Eh me?  Dive school instructor on Tonga.”

But Virgil couldn't resist adding in “Unless he marries into wealthy aristocracy of course!”

Gordon flushed pink and Jeff tried to work out just what that had meant.  It was the third such comment about Gordon.  Shrewdly Jeff noted it all, there was a lot going on that he needed to catch up on yet, so he didn't pursue it for now, later would be fine.  

Instead he turned to Alan who instantly sat bolt upright, totally ignoring Gordon's discomfort.  This was Alan's chance, “I'm hoping you're gonna let me join NASA education programme now I’ve graduated High School... please?”

Jeff smiled, “Good choice Kiddo, that's what I did and it did me no harm.”

Alan punched the air with a hoot of a 'yes!'.

So this was Jeff's reality, this was his future.

“What am I supposed to do?”  He asked.

The boys shifted awkwardly in their seats.

“Eh Dad, well, we sort of kept the farm for you, the GDF are keen for you to experiment with moister farming.  Brains has developed a new vaporator and thought....”

Jeff put up both hand to stop him right there,  “A moister farmer, who the hell do you think I am....?”

No-one made a suggestion.

Gordo’s got a new shirt for his birthday, but it’s a bit pink, I wonder who gave it to him.

Happy Birthday Gordo

when I started on Tumblr years ago, I wrote more than I drew, so now I’m trying to add pics to my older fics.  Finished this one today to go with my 2016 fic of Gordo’s birthday, Stars Earth and Oceans, which is on AO3 here  https://archiveofourown.org/works/22702108

so happy birthday Gordo :-)

when eos meets jeff

EOS:   I am Eos, I am a valued member of the International Rescue team!  

GORDON: Yeah, once you stopped trying to kill John

JEFF:  What?!?!?

ALAN: She cut off his access back onto Thunderbird 5, Dad!

GORDON: Yeah and then she tried to squash him by increasing the gravity.

JOHN: Guys, you're not helping.   Dad, this is Eos, she's sort of my... creation.

JEFF: a sentient being?

JOHN: Hmm yes, sort of, (then sees her frowning at him) No, definitely a sentient being

JEFF: Yours?

JOHN: No not actually mine, she's her own self, but my creation.

JEFF: Yours?

JOHN: sort of

JEFF:  like she's your daughter?

JOHN: Eh yes I guess so.

JEFF: I’M A GRANDFATHER!!!!!

(  it’s been a silly night, I apologise :-)  ) 

5+1 Scott and Alan (Carrying) Part 2

Part 1

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“Pick me up, Scoo’er!”

A three-year old Alan Tracy reached his chubby arms to his oldest brother, interrupting Scott’s plane-watching. With a chuckle, the teenager picked him up, settling the youngest of the family onto his hip before resuming the search for planes and other aircraft in the Kansas sky.

Alan bashed his brother’s Shoulder with a fist repeatedly. “Spin,” he demanded. “Spin.”

Tearing his eyes from the sky once again, Scott looked at Alan, seeing nothing but unabashed determination to get his brother to play with him on his face.

“Alan, you’re lucky that I love you,” Scott said. Placing a hand in the middle of the toddler’s back to keep him steady, Scott abruptly spun on the spot, grinning at the sudden burbling laugh Alan produced.

Stopping and bouncing Alan into the air, Scott had to laugh as well. It was rare moments like these that he loved, even if his brother did interrupt. Most thirteen-year-olds would react very differently if interrupted by a brother a whole ten years younger. But Alan was a happy kid, and Scott knew he would do almost anything for him if he asked. He’d do the same for all his brothers, of course, but the oldest and the youngest shared a bond that Scott was ever grateful for.

A streak of white in the sky caught Scott’s eye. “Allie, look!” he smiled. “There’s Dads plane!”

“Dad!” Alan yelled, reaching up to the sky.

Scott stared at Tracy One as she flew over the trees. “I’m going to fly that jet, one day. Dad said I could at my next birthday.”

“I like space,” Alan said very seriously.

Scott grinned. “Yeah, you do. Hey, did you ask Mum to hang up Pluto in your room yet? The solar system isn’t complete without Pluto!”

Alan’s eyes widened. “Mum!” he yelled. “Plooto! We need Plooto!”

With another wistful glance at Tracy One as she flew out of sight, Scott headed inside, his brother bouncing in his arms.

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Part 4

5+1 Scott and Alan (Carrying) Part 1

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Scott stared down at the baby swaddled in his mother’s arms. It was so, so small, a tiny fist curled around a red blanket and eyes closed. He looked like nothing special, yet his mother and father loved him so much already, despite only knowing him for a couple of days.

“Scott,” Lucille called gently from the hospital bed. “Come here, honey.”

The eldest Tracy son gently removed little Gordon from his lap, handing him over to Virgil beside him along with the handful of coloured pencils that the toddler was using. He stepped forward, blue eyes never leaving his youngest brother.

Jeff beamed down at Scott and slid to the side so he could sit down. “Remember when you brothers were little, Scooter? They were just like this.”

“I remember.” Scott held out his hands, and suddenly the newest Tracy was in his arms. The red blanket almost swallowed him whole, but it didn’t stop the baby from blinking slowly and opening his eyes, eyes so similar to Scott’s own. The baby let out a yawn and Scott felt his heart swell.

“Hi Alan, my name’s Scott. I’m your big brother.”

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It was about time I wrote something Thunderbirds. I really wanted to make this longer, too, but I wrote this in class and could only get so far!

Please let me know what you guys think! There’s more on AO3, if you like. I’ll be posting it here as well though.

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London Gym - a Thunderbirds Are Go story

Author: mae-the-4th

Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go (2015-2020)

Timing: Season 3, about Episode 18 Avalanche and Episode 20 Icarus

Warnings: none

Words: 1235

Author’s Note: It’s about time I did another Thunderbirds fic! I hate the ending at all and am not entirely happy with what I finished with, but we’ll see how it goes… Enjoy this in all its unedited glory! I know nothing about Wing Chun and Kung Fu, so if I get something wrong, I am so sorry and will try to fix it! The character of Jack Wallace is completely fictional. I don't own any characters except for Jack Wallace, an OC.

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Jack Wallace was a fit guy. His black-and-red Wing Chun martial arts belt and his habit of going to the gym every morning proved said fact. He had gone to this particular gym in London every day for almost two and a half years – yet he had never seen this young woman before, although she seemed somehow familiar. Tall, lithe, with olive skin, black hair, and enchantingly green eyes, she was there before even he was, running on the treadmill. She stayed there for 3 hours, running at 10 kilometres an hour, no joke! She didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, didn’t stop listening to her music. It seemed she barely broke a sweat. She just kept on running, ponytail swinging, until she left. Jack made a mental note to ask her whether she was a marathon runner if he saw her again.

She was there the next day, again beating him to the gym. Instead of the treadmill, she focused on weights, lifting loads that usually would be impossible for a girl of her age and stature. After weights, she moved to the floor mats, completing push-ups, balances, squats, and many more that Jack didn’t manage to notice. Jack hit the showers quickly so he could ask her what her training regime was but just missed her. As he ran out the door after her, he just managed to spot her climbing into a pink car (pink! Now that’s a sight you don’t see every day!). She greeted the grey-haired driver and they sped off.

On the third day, the mystery girl was late – a whole hour late. It seemed very much unlike her (not that Jack really knew anything about her). The reason why was revealed when the large pink car pulled up to the doors. Out stepped the olive-skinned girl, pulling a shorter blonde out with her. The grey-haired driver followed at a respectful distance, warily eyeing Jack for a moment before flicking his eyes subtly around the gym. Jack didn’t even think about trying to talk to the mystery girl that day.

The day after, Jack found Mystery Girl on the mats, alone. She had a punching bag hanging in front of her – and it looked like she really hated it. Jabs and kicks repeatedly hit the bag, with sometimes less than a second in between the different moves. With a start, Jack recognised the style of fighting – Wing Chun, a style he was quite familiar with himself. After watching a few minutes, Jack realised that this was his opportunity to go talk to her.

“Wing Chun, right? Kung Fu?”

She stopped, turning to face him. “Yes. You know it?”

“Yeah. Don’t know much, but enough to get by in a fight. I think.”

Mystery Girl smirked. “Okay. Let’s have a look, shall we?”

“Pardon?”

“I don’t know about you, but this punching bag doesn’t exactly hit back.” Jack furrowed his eyebrows. She rolled her eyes. “I’m asking if you’ll spar with me.”

“Oh! Right, yeah. Sorry.” Spreading his legs into an opening stance, Jack desperately tried to remember what he had been taught – and nearly got a jab to the face. “Hey!”

“C’mon! One of the first rules is ‘always be ready and expect the unexpected’!”

Jack grimaced. “Sorry. I’m ready now.”

Mystery Girl grinned. “Shall we start then?”

Somewhere amidst all the jabs and kicks Mystery Girl launched at him, Jack realised that he was seriously outmatched. She was an expert, as in the highest ranking you could ever be. His respect and awe for her increased massively every time she added another bruise to his collection. Her style was flawless, each move precise and aimed perfectly. Jack never had any chance of beating her and he could tell that she was toying with him, leading him around the mats. Finally, Jack found himself on the flat on the ground, pinned by her knee. Grinning, she stood back up and offered her hand. Grabbing it, Jack stood back upright.

“Thanks for the practice,” the girl said.

“Practice? That was a full-on work out!”

She shrugged. “Eh, I take what I can get. Most of my brothers can’t really keep up with me in terms of self-defense, although they’re much better than they used to be.”

Jack sipped from his water bottle, still panting. “Let me guess, you’ve been teaching them?” She nodded, drinking from her own bottle. “How many brothers do you have?”

“Five,” she replied, and Jack blinked in surprise.

A ring tone echoed in the quiet gym and Mystery Girl picked up her phone. Sleek and black with silver highlights, it was obviously heavy duty – and expensive. A holographic display lit the air above the phone, showing the caller ID. Calling – Lady Penelope. The picture was the young blonde from the other day, laughing with her head thrown back with a tanned blond man, Hawaiian shirt open at the neck. Mystery Girl picked up her phone and ‘Penelope’ appeared.

“We are right outside when you’re ready. Gordon is here too, surprisingly.”

“Really?” Mystery Girl said, wry disbelief on her face.

“Yes! Somehow, I got Gordon out of bed, but he is fairly grumpy, and I will need your help wrangling him.”

She smiled fondly. Jack found he really liked it, but a stab of jealousy ran through him. Who is this Gordon? Her boyfriend?

“I’ll be right there, Lady P. See you in a few seconds.” Hanging up on Penelope, Mystery Girl grabbed her rucksack and turned towards the door. “Bye,” she said to Jack with a flutter of her fingers. Minutes later, the same pink car from before roared past.

It was only later that Jack realised he still didn’t ask for her name. He certainly regretted it when he never saw her in his gym again-

-until she was on television two weeks later.

Jack was on the treadmills, straining for those last few kilometres, while watching the local news. There had been a recent world record broken – the world airspeed record, to be precise. Something had gone wrong though, according to the news, and International Rescue had stepped in to help. Jack only caught the end of the report, but it was enough to stop him in his tracks (while the treadmill was still running unfortunately, although he’d never admit it). The news channel showed four of the five Thunderbirds lined up, the members of International Rescue standing in front. Four young men for four Thunderbirds, baldrics silver, green, red, and yellow. Next to them stood two young women. One was blonde, clad in a gold dress and black jacket, her hand entwined in the yellow Thunderbird’s hand. Jack’s eyes widened as he recognised her as Lady Penelope. And next to her-

Next to Lady Penelope was Mystery Girl. Clad in dark blue-green and black, she stood with an easy confidence. The names of the members of International Rescue flashed on the holo-image. Scott Tracy, Virgil Tracy, John Tracy, Gordon Tracy, Alan Tracy, Kayo Kyrano.

Kayo.

Now everything made sense! Mystery Girl’s fitness ability, her friend with the chauffeur, her mention of her five brothers – blimey, her brothers were the famous Tracy’s. She was part of International Rescue, for goodness sake!! She was the elusive pilot of the rumoured Thunderbird Shadow! And Jack had met with her, talked to her, sparred with her, and didn’t even realise.

Jack left the gym in bewilderment, the treadmill still running.

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FIN

.........ew someone leaked a photo from before i was with my brothers >:( DELETE IT!! NOW!!!!! // /j marcus is just a bit dramatic sometimes lmao

Day 2 - Gender bent

rushed to make it since its 10:26 pm oughgghhggg :P

Intro!! 𓂃˖ ࣪⊹

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚⋆⭒˚.⋆🔭 (rp blog for @cassidy-tag-hyperfixation's oc)

Name: Marcus 'Lou' Tracy Age: i am 13 years old! Pronouns: He/They Favourite colours: blue, purple.. all that stoof :)

Home life: i live on tracy island with my brothers, alan, gordon, john, virgil, and scott!! plus kayo, grandma tracy, and their family friend brains.. i am originally from the countryside of australia, away from the city, with the wild life. i do go to school in australia, wednesday, thurday and friday are the days i go since i dont have stupid math and extended english on those days... i swear that english teacher hates me >:(...

Hobbies: i love playing pranks of my brothers, especially gordon and alan since they both least expect it. i love drawing, star gazing and watching the dvd's i smuggled over from australia, since sometimes my brothers (or lady penelope.) are late to picking me up, so i get to go to the shops.

im very, very accident prone... im basically friends with the school nurse...

Achievements: hmmm.. probably that one time i snuck on stage at a concert and pretended to be the person they invited onstage, that was b4 i was livin with my now brothers. i snuck into that concert too..

i also like train spotting if i dont have anything to smuggle back home..

Write x reader fanfic for Scott Tracy or else.😠

GIFS/PICS AREN'T MINE

I'm truly disappointed there are no x readers of this show, there is so many characters and so much potential 💔

IT'S A GREAT SHOW, please. If you're interested in looking for something new, CONSIDER Thunderbirds are going. The characters are cutie patooties and, overall, just some lovable characters !

Also Scott is hot 🤷‍♀️

Me watching the most random ass cartoons I find because the cover has an attractive character, enjoying the cartoon frfr, but there's no (barely any) fanfiction and barely any fandom (literally dead):

(I need fics y'all..😔)

(Mostly talking about a random ass hot bf5 wheels cartoon)

(I'm asking for fanfic of Vert😼)