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More of my TTSS fic which does yet have a title (Part 2)

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I know, I know, I promised to post more, but I haven't, and it is no longer Christmas. A mild dose of burnout is likely the culprit and I've really just faceplanted into a pillow for the last few weeks and haven't been able to write anything. There may have also been a Stardew Valley affliction as well.

But there were the 4000-odd words I wrote before Christmas, so here, have some of them :D

Crazy Christmas fic and this bit is all Virg :D My poor boi :D

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Virgil pushed his pilot’s chair back and stretched everything. Two was hovering over Arctic ocean that had eaten two of his brothers.

“John, any change?”

His orbiting brother flickered onto the dash. “If there had been any change, I would have told you.”

Virgil sighed. “Sorry.”

“Me, too.”

If there was one type of rescue Virgil had grown to dread it was deep ocean. Gordon was out of reach. History had eroded confidence and they had been down there a while.

There was no doubt Gordon knew what he was doing. Confidence in his brother’s skill was not on the table. It was fate and the nefarious that triggered anxiety with all the proven possibilities.

“I still have connection. I can still see where they are. Did you want to speak to Scott?”

“Yes. No. Shit, I’m sorry. John-“

“Thunderbird Four to Thunderbird Two.” Gordon’s voice was a little higher pitched than normal. “Virg, we met Santa! We’re at the North Pole!”

What? There were a number of things he could have said to that but all his brain could supply was, “The North Pole is thirteen hundred kilometres away.”

“Not that North Pole, Santa’s North Pole!”

“Gordon-“

Scott’s saner voice cut in. “Thunderbird Two, we have a large number of people to evacuate. Prepare for maximum capacity both personnel and equipment.” He paused. “Virgil, this is a Code W situation. Keep alert and report all anomalies.”

Oh, great, a Weird one. “FAB, Thunderbird One.”

“We are finalising the first party now. Will advise upon departure, Thunderbird One out.”

Virgil stared at the dash. “John, did you get that?”

“He did.”

The voice was not John and there was something on the Two’s yoke…a giant bug!

“I am not a bug! How rude! Mun, do you see the mind in this one?” The black winged thing was about as big as his hand and sitting quite comfortably on the steering yoke, feet dangling over the buttons.

A blink and Virgil realised the closest definition he could find was a fairy, a black winged fairy.

“Puny, but it will do.”

“I really hate being called ‘fairy’. It’s almost as bad as ‘raven’.”

“Better than crow.”

“True, but then we might be embarking on some kind of avian prejudice and you know what crows get like - all uppity about how smart they are and all.”

There was a second bug sitting on John’s projector on the dash.

“We are not bugs!”

They were very loud.

“Serves you right. I didn’t call you ‘monkey’ or ‘ape’ when I first saw you.” It mimed some kind of primate. It pointed at him. “Aaaah, it’s King Kong, I need a big flyswatter!”

“You have a point. At least he didn’t think we were flies.” The one on the projector stared at him. “This one really doesn’t like bugs.”

“Then I guess we’re lucky we’re not bugs.” The fairy on the yoke stood up. Its wings weren’t entirely black, they were sparkling rainbow iridescent, like a crow or raven. And it really was a Tinkerbell like fairy, though less the blonde and more the goth. “I’m Hug and this is Mun. We’re here to help you move Nikolas and the team. You’re Virgil Tracy, bug-hater and rescue operative, and you need our help to help you help us.”

“Okay?”

“Where is your cargo hold?”

“On the surface of the ocean?”

“What?”

“Module Four is down there.” He pointed downwards.

The fairy frowned. Mun took off from the projector and flew to the windows. “He’s right. It’s down there.”

Hug frowned. “Well, get it up here.”

“It needs to be down there to collect Thunderbird Four.”

“Then you go down there.”

“Why?”

“We need to make room.”

“For what?”

“The team.”

Virgil crossed his arms over his chest, a gloved finger hooking into his baldric. “How many people are we expecting?”

“All of them. And if you don’t move your butt, they aren’t all going to fit. So get down there and show us where we can make room!”

“John, are you getting all this?”

“Affirmative, Thunderbird Two.”

“Assessment?”

“Scott did say ‘Code W’.”

“I’m talking to fairies, Thunderbird Five.”

“Last week you spoke to Ewoks and didn’t have a problem.”

“They were kids, John. These are not kids.”

Hug smirked suggestively. “Definitely not kids, boyo.”

Oh god.

“Thunderbird Four has started ascent, we need to be prepped, Thunderbird Two.”

Virgil swallowed, eyeing Hug who was licking her lips. “FAB, Thunderbird Five. I’ll rappel down.”

“Watch the crosswind.”

Virgil backed out of his pilot’s seat, doing his best to confirm the stability of autopilot without actually getting anywhere near the dash.

Hug cackled with delight. “You were right, Mun, he definitely doesn’t like bugs. This one is going to be fun.”

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More to come :D

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Author's note: I didn't know if I could write this year, so I didn't enter any prompts to avoid disappointing anyone. However, I did manage to write nearly 4000 words of something with a prompt from my Hubby. So please, everyone enjoy this for what it is, and I hope you have/had a wonderful festive time.

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Scott was used to working in loud environments but this was ridiculous.

There were people yelling orders and running back and forth, hammering, power tools screeching, and worst of all, singing.

So much singing. He was glad Virgil wasn’t down here. The cacophony hurt.

“I’m sorry, sir, what did you say?”

“Commander Tracy, from one secret organisation to another, we need help.”

Scott blinked.

The old man frowned. “I said we need help!”

“I know that. That’s why we’re here.” He drew in a breath. “Is there anywhere quieter we can talk?”

Watery blue eyes stared at him a moment before turning and waving for Scott and Gordon to follow.

It had been an interesting half an hour since John reported this situation. They had received a call from Molloy Deep, basically a deep hole in the Arctic Ocean. This would have been a Tuesday call out as there were deep sea habitats all over Earth’s oceans (and unfortunately of varying funding and consequently quality - a bug bear of Gordon’s and the source of many a post-rescue rant on the part of the aquanaut).

However, there were no recorded deep sea habitats in or near Molloy Deep, mainly because it was so deep and because, well, Arctic Ocean, anyone?

But John was able to locate…something…at the requested geographical spot and as they were a rescue organisation, the rest was worked out en route.

Thunderbirds One, Two and Four sped across the planet until they reached the spot between Greenland and Iceland.

As per John’s report, there was something down there.

Scott had elected to go down with Gordon, something about this had him on edge and he couldn’t define why.

And it had absolutely nothing to do with all the times Gordon had gone down this deep and not come back in one piece.

No, not at all.

He earned himself a frown from both Virgil and Gordon, and Alan had to transfer over to One, but he went anyway, Commander’s prerogative.

And there definitely did turn out to be something in Molloy Deep.

The usual midnight zone darkness was gradually broken by spots of light on the cliff they were following down. Closer inspection revealed creatures hovering in the water column like Christmas ornaments.

Gordon was going nuts about new species discovery and the percentage of life that was unknown in the deep, etcetera, etcetera, but they had a mission. He could come back next time he had leave.

In any case, they quickly became less individually important as they navigated deeper, a golden glow emanated from below them, the glowing ornaments increasing in number until the midnight landscape was lit…well…like a Christmas tree.

The glow became a huge dome glittering in the water, surrounded by unique sealife that now had Gordon throwing a full-on fit.

But ultimately, they located an airlock and backed Four into a secure connection, and the pair of them embarked into a very strange world.

A world where it was gently snowing.

It was obvious that the area they entered was some kind of docking space. Several factory-like buildings were crowded about and it wasn’t long before they were grabbed by a young worker and hurried in the direction of a portly old man sporting a white beard and moustache.

He would have been totally cliche and straight out of a children’s story if it wasn’t for the Motörhead T-Shirt, jeans and sneakers.

But considering they were several miles underwater in a giant snowglobe, the list of unbelievables was already maxed out.

The old man led them out of the factory building and into the snow.

“I’m sorry about the cold. The environmentals aren’t happy at the moment.”

The man sighed, turned and stalked through the snow to a house…which might as well been made of gingerbread. Hell, Scott walked past a red and white striped candy cane a foot thick and, taller than him, sticking out of the snow beside the path.

“Scott-“

“Gordon.”

“Do you think-?”

“Focus on the mission.”

“But-“

They reached the house and were ushered into a warm living room complete with an open fire and…yes, a Christmas tree… in July.

“Have a seat, gentlemen.”

Scott hesitated. “We were called in for an emergency.”

The stocky man turned to frown at him, his bushy white eyebrows colliding with his nose - not unlike what Virgil’s did on a fairly regular basis.

“Yes, this is an emergency, but we have time. Just enough.” And as if to prove the point, he walked across the room to the mantlepiece, opened the face of the ornate clock sitting up there and pushed its long hand back by a good fifteen minutes. He closed it and turned back to Scott. “See? We have time.”

It was Scott’s turn to frown. Gordon nudged him and pointed to his diving watch on his wrist.

It matched the time on the mantlepiece.

What the-?

The old man gestured them both to the sofa. “C’mon, you have questions, I have answers, sit down so we can get to the meat of the problem.”

Of course Gordon moved first, practically bouncing across the room to take a seat. Scott moved a touch slower, eyeing everything, assessing and questioning.

“Sit down, Commander. I don’t bite.”

Scott had no choice but to obey.

The fire crackled and bounced as the old man sat in a large sofa chair opposite them He scratched his beard a moment as if pondering where to start.

“As the Commander of International Rescue, you are aware of the need for secrecy when working for the good of all?”

Those blue eyes held his own. “Yes, sir.”

“We both need that secrecy, Commander Tracy. So I am hoping we have the confidence of you and your organisation.”

“Of course.”

He paused a moment. “I have no doubt that you have your suspicions as to mine and my organisation’s identity.” Beside Scott, Gordon was fit to burst. “But I will ask for no extraneous questions.”

Gordon froze. “But-?”

Those cool eyes turned to pin the aquanaut. “Do you like coal, Mr Gordon?”

His fish brother gulped. “No, sir.”

“Neither do I. It is one of the reasons why I need your help.” His attention turned back to Scott. “The ice is disappearing and with it, its protection. We have to move, to find a new base of operations. I have a place in mind, but I need to get there.”

“How many are needing rescue?”

“Four million, five thousand and three.” A soft blink. “And myself and my wife.”

Scott’s jaw dropped.

“It’s a lot, I know, but from what I’ve seen of Thunderbird Two, it should be able to do the job.”

“Four million…sir…that would take years!”

“We will make time.”

“Sir!”

“We have less than six months.”

“Not possible.”

Those watery blue eyes stared into his soul. “Do you have dreams, Commander?”

Scott’s lips hardened. “I thought we weren’t asking extraneous questions.”

“Hmm, I guess it could be seen that way from your point of view, however, dreams do lead to possibilities, do they not? And I need to move our base of operations as soon as possible to these coordinates.” He reached down to a table beside his chair and handed a piece of neatly folded paper to Scott.

Opening it, he found a set of coordinates written in perfect copperplate cursive.

Cursive or not, the location was clear.

“You want International Rescue to help you move to Antarctica?”

The old man shrugged. “It’s land, it’s a geographical pole, and it’s basically empty. Though note it is East Antarctica - I fear West Antarctica will befall the same fate as the Arctic.” He looked up at the ceiling and glanced around the room. “I will miss this place.”

“Sir…” Scott sighed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name?”

“Nikolas.”

Beside him, Gordon twitched.

“Nikolas, I want to help you, but moving four million people is just not possible, much less in six months.”

“Five months and fourteen days.”

Scott sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “The logistics - Thunderbird Four can only carry a maximum of ten people at a time, maybe fifteen at a stretch. You are over five kilometres below the surface. Thunderbird Two can carry many more, yes, but getting them up there…four million…”

“Commander, the four million are the easy part. If I were you, I would be more concerned about the reindeer.” With that he pushed himself to his feet. “Come along, time is a-wasting.” He turned his back and walked out the door.

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More to come @gumnut-logic in the next few days :D

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Flannel (Bit 26 and THE END)

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Okay, this is an ending! Woohoo! Soooo many thanks to all you wonderful Thunderfam peeps who have written almost as much encouragement as I have fic ::hugs you all like crazy:: thank you for reading, commenting and putting up with my crazy during this fic (like this extremely strange posting schedule). Would you believe all these little bits add up to 22,000 words?! I never expected it to be this long (I’m blaming Alan - he was the one who wanted to go visit the mountain - it was supposed to finish just before that!) It went places I never expected. I had no idea when I started where the incident had actually occurred. I also now know a lot more about Washington State than I did before.

Extra thanks to @scribbles97 for reading this bit through and telling me it was okay when I thought it was too soppy. Yes, Nutty got soppy. Must be all the tears this fic has induced - even I got teary when Scotty cracked ::wails::

Anyways, I’ll stop babbling. Thank you being wonderful and I hope you enjoy this last bit.

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It was John who was the practical one. Aware of his brothers’ state of mind, the suspected injuries hidden by Scott and Virgil, and the sun slowly being overtaken by cloud, urged him to gently suggest that perhaps it was time to go.

He had recorded the monument in fine detail. Enough to project a hologram from his phone. He had thoughts on that. Something that might help. But for the moment, his priority was getting his brothers safely home.

A quiet word with Eos and it wasn’t long before a roar echoed across the mountains and Thunderbird Two made her presence known. The great green cargo ship reassuringly familiar in the sea of emotion this place had invoked.

She came in to hover close, her forward hatch lowered. Of course, Virgil was the first to move towards her, an arched eyebrow in John’s direction. The half-smile John sent him in return was enough. Limping or not, his brother climbed the railing around the lookout and stepped onto his ‘bird. Gordon grabbed Alan, saying something that could not be heard over Two’s VTOL, and together they made their way on to the hatchway.

John stepped up beside Scott, who since releasing Alan, hadn’t looked up and stood staring at the monument.

“Time to go, big brother.”

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Would you believe that I managed to find the Prismatic Slime and then the little bugger killed me?

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All the passion! 💙💚🧡💛❤️

Here it is, guys. My third TAG music video. Very different again from what I’ve done before. Some of this was tricky because of the background music in the episodes, but I did my best. I’ve only watched it with headphones on because it’s too late (err…early - 3:20am) to stick it on my TV and check. You may need to turn the volume down a little lol.

Anyway I hope you enjoy this new video. Please let me know what you think and thanks for all your support up to now.

Finally, I own none of this material. This is purely for fun, I make no profit, and it will only be available here on tumblr.

Big hugs to all. New fic coming tomorrow. Chiddi needs to sleep now.

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the bloop bloop bloop of pixels has called and apparently I’m doing more of these :D Have a lovely lil TB2 <3

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Totally agree.

You can see it in the characterisation of Scott. In season One he is still a mess - five years after Dad went ‘missing’. As the series progresses, Scott settles down and does seem to comes to some kind of terms with the fact Dad is gone.

Then season three happens.

Can you imagine the older brothers’ reaction to finding out that their father is not only possibly alive, but that they did everything they could think of and yet they still MISSED SOMETHING???! Something that could have seen their father home months after going missing rather than eight long years. That if they had looked better during the initial investigation, Dad could have been home years ago.

This is at least part of the reason Scott falls apart during the last six months of season three. Virgil would have been beside himself chasing after him. I also feel John would be doing a fair amount of kicking himself as well as he is ‘genius’ in the physics department and still missed the possibility of that camera on that escape pod.

There are so many unwritten conversations between Jeff and his kids in the aftermath. Hmmm, fic fodder, I see you :D

Now that I think about it...

In TAG the fact all of the Tracy family still believed that Jeff could be alive is really unhealthy. Like if we are being realistic, they watched their dad get blown up. They searched for ages, and they did everything they could for years. But getting to the 8 year mark and still not having closure, must have wrecked them. I know it sounds bad, but it would have been far more rational if they just grieved his death like it was a real death and gave up looking for what only could have been a body. I know it's not necessarily a choice to just let someone go, but the fact the Tracy Brothers (specifically Scott and Virgil) were saying they were going to find him, is just wow. Obviously, it's great they didn't give up because well, you know. But still...I think about that a lot.

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All the pins 😁 I see self stabbage in my near future 😁

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@astranite Yeah, Spotlight. I use Spotlight a lot when learning something new. I have no fabric stash to work from yet, so Spotlight it is. Though I might be visiting some op shops in the future for exactly that reason 😁 Or raiding my own wardrobe 😁

Went old school and brushed up on my much neglected hand washing skills 😁 Finally washed all that material I bought months ago. Was an education in fabric. It’s all 100% cotton but washing instructions are determined by print and treatment. I probably didn’t need to wash it because I will likely use it in art rather than clothing, but you never know 😁 I’m learning skills my mother and grandmothers lived and breathed. But then it is just another art material that has physical requirements 😁

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Mmmmm, Viiiirg 😁💚💚💚💚

Fanart appreciation month

Virgil Tracy addition (for @gumnut-logic she not well)

Fandom all pile on!

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Hand sewing all day and this is as far as I’ve gotten 😁 This is a learning project so could end up horrible, but gotta learn by doing 😁

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Do I know what I am doing? No 😁 But let’s see where this goes 😁

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Patchwork? Nope, just Nutty the Newbie buying a bunch of fabric swatches and then having to wash and dry before use 😁 One gust of wind and I’ve got a mess to clean up. But fortunately it is 30C out there and I give the fabric 30min max before it is bone dry.

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Went old school and brushed up on my much neglected hand washing skills 😁 Finally washed all that material I bought months ago. Was an education in fabric. It’s all 100% cotton but washing instructions are determined by print and treatment. I probably didn’t need to wash it because I will likely use it in art rather than clothing, but you never know 😁 I’m learning skills my mother and grandmothers lived and breathed. But then it is just another art material that has physical requirements 😁

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Bracelet base complete 😁 Couldn’t resist playing with my latest yarn haul from @threetreesfibrecrafts This is ‘Cranberry Swirl’, a skein which I feel I will dive into multiple times for multiple designs 😁 This bracelet base size doesn’t have a complete bracelet pattern yet, so I will need to put my design hat on and create one 😁

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In progress 😁

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A series of backgrounds for bag tags 😁

There may be four out of five brothers here 😁 Can we guess which is which? 😁