#cass mccready

[shirubie]

I've been thinking about joining the RP party with a Cass McCready blog. I'm not a firefighter (I do watch Chicago Fire a lot) and I'm not british (canadian is close enough, right?)

But to be fair, I don't think anyone in the Thunderfam is an actual astronaut or jet pilot or english aristocrat, so yeah.

[chiefcassmccready]

Good morning everyone! This is Cassiopea "Cass" McCready, Anderson Station Battalion Chief, London Fire Brigade. My kids convinced me to join this site. Posting on this blog might be sparse, I have a fire station to run after all, but feel free to send me any questions and comments, I will try to reply in a timely manner.

Have a good day and stay safe!

(And if Virgil Tracy sees this...Feel free to drop at the station any time, I, I mean we, the crew, would love to see you again to discuss firefighting work. Yeah.)

[gumnut-logic]

Cassandra

You asked for a sequel, you got one.

This is ship. Oh so much ship in such a small handful of words. If you don't like m/f romance, this isn't your fic. If you do, then good luck, because there are only 700-odd words and I might have sprained a writing muscle cos these words are...well, I'll let you form your own opinion.

Virgil Tracy/Cass McCready

I hope you enjoy.

-o-o-o-

Soft lips on his forehead.

Fingers brushing gently through his hair.

A whisper. “Thank god for you, Tracy.”

Virgil pushed his heavy eyelids open and the white fuzz of the world bit into his retinas.

The fingers paused in his hair. Fingertips touched his cheek. “Tracy? You with me?”

His throat clogged with barbed tumbleweeds, but he managed to blink his eyes and force them to focus.

Cassandra.

She smiled at him and it lit up her eyes. “Hey.”

He loved her smile.

Her fingers brushed through his hair again as his brain finally booted and updated him on the fact he was in hospital.

And Jeremy had fallen through a window.

“Jer-“ The tumbleweeds clawed at his windpipe and he coughed, shaking what was apparently a body in pain underneath whatever he was high on.

She cupped his cheek. “Jeremy is fine. Thanks to you.”

“But-“

Another smile. “Scott did warn me.” She straightened and walked around the edge of the bed and disappeared beyond a blue curtain.

Scott? What?

The soft hiss of hoverjets and both Jeremy and Russell hurried into the room. “Virgil!”

Jeremy may not have had Gordon’s blond curls, but the five-year-old had more in common with his fish brother than Virgil did. The little rapscallion darted over and for a moment Virgil thought he was going to leap onto the bed.

“Gentle now, Jer, Virgil is injured.”

For a moment that energy in his eyes dulled. “He’s going to get better, though, isn’t he? Not like Russell?”

Cassandra stepped up between her two sons, a hand dropping to each shoulder, squeezing Jeremy’s. “Virgil will get better.” She leant over and kissed Russell’s tight curls. “And your brother is getting better at walking. He just needed the ‘chair today.”

Virgil blinked again, cursing the fog in his head.

The eight-year-old looked up at his mother. “It’s fine, Mum.”

Virgil swallowed. Russell was the eldest of the two boys, but he had suffered an injury in the fire that had taken the children’s father several years ago. Russell reminded him of John. All the smarts and the determination. Not so much for space, though. Russell wanted to build things.

“Thank you for saving me, Virgil.” Jeremy’s wide, dark eyes stared up at him from beside the bed.

He looked so much like his mother.

Virgil hacked through the bramble in his throat. “Y-You’re welcome.”

Little fingers intertwined with his.

Cassandra was smiling at him again.

“Okay, boys, go back to Gordon. I need to speak with Virgil.”

He loved it when she said his first name.

“Yes! Thunderbird Four rooooooocks!” Triumphant arm in the air, Jeremy dashed off, obviously none the worse for falling off a skyscraper.

Russell rolled his eyes and turned to follow his little brother. Hoverjets hissed out of the room.

Virgil found himself grinning.

“You know, I have my suspicions that you only asked me out because of my kids.”

His eyes widened and her smile became a laugh.

She leant in and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Don’t worry. I got a great deal.”

“Cass-!”

But then she was kissing him ever so softly and the fog became a pleasant haze.

He could have just existed there forever.

“Thank you for saving my son.”

He stared up into her dark, dark eyes. “Thank you.”

She smiled at him as if seeing something he was completely unaware of and loving it.

Loving…

“I need to let your brothers in before they break down the door.” She straightened up, still smiling softly.

A slow blink and she turned, disappearing beyond the curtain again.

“Cass…”

A clatter at the door and Alan burst in, almost as exuberant as Jeremy. John followed quietly with Grandma and Dad, questions about his health firing from all directions.

Virgil took the gentle hugs and the queries, but he was distracted by Cassandra stopping to speak to Scott at the door a moment before leaving.

He couldn’t see her face, but he could see his brother’s. Blue eyes flashed and he touched her shoulder briefly as she followed her boys out the door.

Virgil had all the questions, but as Scott turned towards him, his big brother only smiled.

Ever so proud.

-o-o-o-

[forest-falcon]

The Butterfly Effect

Chptr 19

Time for their first mission back since the rebuild.

⚠️Trigger Warning: Angst

💙💚🧡💛❤️🚒

"T-Tycho and I have an announcement to m-make."

"You're getting married!" Jonesy grinned.

"What? N-no."

"Brains and I think that everything's looking a-okay! We'll run some practice drills, but, theoretically, International Rescue should be ready to respond to calls again very, very soon."

"Y-yes."

A collective cheer rippled around the room, before animated talk, and plans for the coming weeks bubbled from everyone.

"Does this mean we can get started on my bedroom rebuild? John's room is great n all, but-"

"Of c-course, Alan!"

Alan gave a sigh of relief. "Finally!"

* * *

"You've got some charcoal on your cheek."

"Where?" Tam rubbed her cheekbone.

"Otherside..."

She dragged her palm down her face, only to succeed in spreading the mark further.

"I think you've made it worse," Virgil chuckled.

"Can you?-"

"Yeah, sure," he searched his supplies for a clean cloth.

"Just...go for it," Tam shrugged, leaning towards him.

He took her face in his hands and gently wiped the charcoal away with the pad of his thumb.

"There..."

A moment passed.

A moment where neither one moved.

Tam could feel her pulse hammering somewhere near to her collarbone, as they lingered.

What the hell was she doing? The rebuild was all-but complete. In a few short weeks she'd be swapping lush palms, and blue ocean, for concrete and rain.

But, she could feel his breath upon her neck, his eyes searching hers, and the warmth of his fingers still tangled within the curls of her hair.

A rap of knuckles sounded on the art room door.

Tam startled, and drew back.

The door swung open.

"Grub's up! Get it while it's hot!" Cass grinned.

"Thanks. Right. Coming."

"So..."

"So?" Tam parroted, impassivily.

Cass continued with her Cheshire-Cat smile as they walked.

"Things were looking rather cozy in there between you two, no?"

"I literally have no idea what you're talking about."

"Sure you don't."

The pair fell silent as they continued along the corridor.

"I mean...he does have nice muscles..." Cass noted, enjoying every moment of their conversation.

Tam sighed.

"Everyone here has nice muscles," she deadpanned, flatly.

***

Gordon folded a paper plane and launched it across the room. "Wonder what our first mission back will be?"

"Odds are, not space," Alan sighed.

The plane looped, soaring just out of his grasp.

"My bet would be a standard bread and butter. Mountain rescue? Everest again, maybe?" Scott offered, with a shrug.

The aquanaut grimaced. "I hate snow."

"I call dibs on the mountain rescue!" Alan's hand shot up like a nerd in class.

"What! You can't just call dibs-"

"-I just hope it's something fairly straightforward - something you boys can ease back into..." Grandma cut across the mounting excitement.

A flash of white drew everyone's eye, as Gordon's paper plane finally dove, and landed in the kitchen sink with a plop.

Grandma pinned her grandson with a look.

"...Don't want you kiddos running before you can walk," she said, fishing the soggy plane from the water.

"International Rescue?"

"Hey John, what have you got for us?" Scott's beam met John's frown.

"There's been an explosion onboard a cruise ship, just off the coast of Norway. Initial reports suggest 5,000 souls aboard."

Smiles faded, and the first responders leapt to their shoots, ready to aid.

"We're on our way."

"Virgil, Alan - take Two and Four."

"Gordon, you're in One with me."

Gordon opened his mouth to protest, but a lifetime of discipline held his tongue.

Suit up now, argue en route.

Gordon strapped in, just as John's blue hologram materialized.

"Patching coordinates."

"FAB. Thunderbird One is Go!"

Scott's Bird took to the sky, seemingly fuelled with all the pent up energy Scott had been bottling for the last however-many-months.

"Oh how I've missed saying that!" The pilot beamed as One shredded the clouds in her wake.

"Safe journey." John blinked out.

Scott allowed a moment to pass.

"Alright, have at it."

"Like you don't know!"

"I'm guessing your trunks are in a twist because Alan's in Four, and you're stuck here with me?"

"Uh...duh!"

"Look. You and I will arrive way sooner than Two. It'll give you the chance to assess what we're working with. As soon as Four's on scene, we'll do a switch; but water rescues are your strong suit. I want you to take the lead on this."

Gordon blinked.

Well, damn.

He'd lead missions before, in and out of the water; but nothing to this scale.

"Yo fishface?"

"Huh?"

Scott turned to face him, a paternal-like love in his eyes.

"You've got this."

He had this.

Scott's words circled in his mind, but gradually receded like an outgoing tide, as more and more of the stricken ship came into view.

One circled the aptly named Atlantis.

"Blimey."

The crew were doing admirably, mustering lifeboats off the port side, but flames pluming with black smoke barrelled through the starboard decks, rendering visibility on that half of the ship, a resounding zero. Just under half the available lifeboats were engulfed.

"Not sure this is strictly a water rescue. Could have done with the sonic cannons, not Four." It hurt to say it, but it was true.

"Two should have just about enough clean agents on board we can target the blaze with from the air. The real test will be keeping everyone calm, and making sure no other combustibles add to the blaze."

"Better get to work." Gordon agreed.

"You good for me to lower you down?"

"Aye aye Cap!"

"John, can you slave One? We're heading aboard the Atlantis."

"FAB."

Gordon clipped on his line and prepared to descend. From the moment Scott opened One's hatch, the noise from the luxury liner was deafening.

The Olympics had been loud, but for all the chants, the cheering, and applause; none of it compared...not to this.

Louder still, was the groan of bowing metal, and the violent roar of flames.

"Be prepared for anything when we get down there," his brother warned.

Somehow, Gordon just knew that the ship wasn't the "anything" Scott was referring to.

God, he hoped there was no foul play.

Last thing they needed was The Hood and his cronies on their first mission back.

“MOVE BACK!”

A member of the ship's entertainment crew dressed in a glittering tasselled dress bellowed, as the crowd flocked forwards.

It wasn't uncommon for those caught up in a disaster to run towards their unmistakable blue uniforms. International Rescue had become to so many, a bastion of hope. A hand reaching out in the darkness.

But this many people? Pushing. Jostling. Panicking.

“There are children here at the front! MOVE BACK!”

Gordon unclipped his harness, and helped clear a postage stamp space for Scott.

The entertainer - Luana, Gordon noted by the tag on her dress, pleaded for backup with her eyes.

It was a shame. Luana was managing the situation just the same as he was about to, but apparently a blue jumpsuit held more authority than a glittering dress.

He gestured for the mic.

“Passengers of Atlantis. This is International Rescue. We ask that you please remain calm, and listen to your designated crew members. Myself and my brother, Scott will work to ensure that everyone is safely evacuated.”

“There aren't enough boats!” A voice from the crowd cried.

“Thunderbird Two is enroute, as are a number of nearby vessels. We ask for your cooperation and trust. This way, everyone can be evacuated - safely.”

“So what's the plan?” Luana murmured, facing away from the crowd.

Gordon took a second.

“Okay, listen up! You all performed a rescue drill when boarding the ship. Everyone who's muster points were on the port side of the deck - that is this side, please WALK calmly to the area that was marked out for you. Everyone else, remain here with me.”

The crowd dithered, momentarily.

Scott gestured for the mic.

“You heard the man, let's keep things moving in a calm and orderly fashion.”

The crowd began to thin, as the crew led a number of passengers to the available lifeboats.

Luana’s shoulders dropped a fraction. “What about starboard?”

Scott gave a nod to Gordon, gesturing for him to take the lead.

He had this.

Gordon swiped open a line to John.

Just as a further explosion sounded.

[flyboytracy]

[reality-detective]

This is the list that was compiled from Pastor Bob Joyce (Elvis.) He has said; quite a few who are alive. There are supposed to be over 900 so this 👇 list is still short.

Alive & Faked Death

Elvis (Pastor Bob Joyce)

Bruce & Brandon Lee

MichaelJackson

Princess Diana

JFKennedy Jr

his wife Caroline

her sister Lauren

Nicole Brown Simpson is Megan Kelly

Tupac

Prince

Glen Campbell

John Denver

Carpenters

Bee Gees

Selena

Freddie Mercury

Marilyn Monroe

Isaac Kappy

Patrick Kennedy

Arabella Kennedy

Robin Williams

John Lennon

Yoko Ono

Joan Rivers

Kurt Cobain

Pres. J.F.Kennedy Sr

Kobe Bryant & daughter

Corey Haim

Jimmy Hendrix

Paul Walker

Bob Marley

Biggey

Chris Farley

Whitney Houston & daughter

Roddy Pipers

Dick Clark

Peter Jennings

Rush Limbaugh -Jim Morrison

Richard Beland

Luther Vandross

Dale Earnhardt

Johnny Cash

Shirley Temple

Janis Joplin

Big Bopper

Buddy Holly

Hank Williams

James Dean

Dennis Wilson

Natalie Wood

Ron McKerman

John Bonham

Heath Ledger

Brittany Murphy

Patrick Swayze

Debbie Reynolds

Annette Funicello

Joe Cocker

Lynn Anderson

Dudley Moore

Ashley Babbitt

Anna Nicole Smith

Elvis brother Jesse

Amy Weinhouse

Jon Benet Ramsey

Heather Rourke

George Michael

Elizabeth Montgomery

7 NASA astronauts

Seth Rich

Marty Fieldman

John Ritter

Sonny Bono

Jeffery Epstein

Mindy McCready

Erin Moran

River Phoenix

Penny Marshall

Donna Summers

Dana Pluto

Andre the Giant

Kenny Rogers

Michael Landon

Theresa Saldana

Bill Paxton

David Canary

Mary Tyler Moore,

Dudley Moore,

Princess Grace Kelly,

Steve McQueen,

John Candy,

Kate Spade,

Mama Cass Elliot,

Michael hutchence,

paula Yates,

Jackie O

George Carlin

Anthony Bourdain

Phillip Seymour Hoffman

Andrew Breitbart

Chris Liddell

Stevie Ray Vaughn

Tom Petty

Lucille Ball

Martin Luther King Jr

Brian Wilson

Chef Anthony B

Davey Jones

Chester Bennington

Chris Cornell

Erin Moran

Florence Henderson

Layne Stanley

Ricky Hendrix

Robert Trump (DJT) brother Patty Duke

Judge Scalia

Paul Newman

Donna Summer

Keith Moon

Mac Miller

Edyie Gorme

Tony Snow-GWBush press sec Brad Nowell

Caleb Logan

Conway Twitty

Keith Wheatley

Teena Marie

Rick James

Frank Zappa

Mickey Mantle

June Cash

Seal Team 6

THE BEST IS YET TO COME! 🍿

You Decide 🤔

[chiefcassmccready]

As much as these videos make me laugh (contrary to popular opinion, aka my crew, I do have a sense of humour), they are also a bad influence and giving my crew some bad ideas. 

Yes Probie, I saw you google “where to buy giant inflatable radio”.

All inflatable objects are now banned from the Fire House premises until further notice. You can all beat each other up off shift, thank you very much.

[gumnut-logic]

“Hey, Virg, c’mere.”

Virgil nearly lost his drink as Gordon yanked on his arm. “Gordon?!”

His fish brother muttered something that could possibly be considered an apology in some reality, somewhere, but kept pulling, dragging Virgil across the room.

They were at a London function, dressed to the nines, cufflinks and all, and Virgil had been in a very interesting conversation with his plus one. That plus one being Cass McCready and she was dressed in a most appealing manner that had him itching for a paintbrush…among other things.

Instead, he was being dragged across the floor by his fish brother and Cass was fast vanishing behind him in the crowd.

Her amused smile was rather alluring at least.

Gordon and he were going to have words after this.

His brother finally stopped tugging when they reached a group of rather burly looking men and women. All of them were dressed in evening wear, but there was a certain anticipation in all their expressions.

What?

A small table had been set up with two chairs. A particularly large man was sitting in one of them, an air of confidence emanating off of him.

Virgil stared.

“Virg, it is up to you to uphold how Tracy honour.” Gordon straightened beside him.

“What?”

“I need you to arm wrestle this man and prove your heavy lifting muscles to these dunderheads.”

There was a muffle of snorts at that and Virgil suddenly realised he knew a couple of these guys.

This was Blue Squad. Cass’ firefighting team.

A soft sigh of silk and Cass appeared at his elbow. “Looks like you have a challenge there, Tracy.” She was smiling at him.

It was a nice smile.

“C’mon, Virg, Tracy honour is at stake.”

He turned to his brother and glared, only to find Penelope on the fish’s arm.

Oh, honour, definitely.

Shows of masculinity really weren’t his thing. Scott had been known to flex his muscles occasionally for the ladies, even if it wasn’t immediately obvious, but Virgil was quite happy to draw attention in other ways.

Cass placed a hand on his arm and whispered in his ear. “The team need a little encouragement. Show them how it is done.”

He arched an eyebrow at her. This was her squad…and then he saw the sparkle in her eye. His lips curled as he saw the pride in her people shining there.

“Virg…” It was almost a whine as Gordon tugged on his tux again.

“Okay. Fine.”

“Yess!”

Gordon should never play poker.

Or maybe he should. His military brother did know how to play a situation, after all. This was possibly all a show.

Virgil folded himself into the chair opposite and found himself looking up at the firey opposite him. “Hi. Virgil Tracy.”

“Butch Huggins.” His voice was like a rumbling rock fall and his smile ever so confident. This was definitely a guy you wanted on your side when busting into a building on fire. He looked like he could take down a wall even in his tux.

Gordon, what the hell have you gotten me into?

A glance up at the spectators involved and he found himself ringed in eager smiles, Cass’ included.

She did have a lovely smile.

“Are we doing this?” The rock fall was apparently getting impatient.

Virgil swallowed and, unclipping his cufflinks, a present from Scott some time ago, rolled up his sleeve.

Butch did the same, revealing tattoos of flame up the length of well-defined forearm.

Maybe he should have brought his exosuit with him tonight.

The image of his claw and everything it was capable of filled his mind for a moment.

Gordon was dead when they got home tonight.

One dead fish.

And Scott might even grill him. Yes, Virgil was petty enough to bring in big bro on this one.

Where was Scott anyway?

Probably enjoying some female company. This Firey’s Charity Ball was full of very capable women, after all.

Butch slammed his elbow down on the table enough to trigger Virgil’s funny bone from afar.

Okay, well, apparently he was doing this.

Why did he feel so small? He wasn’t used to feeling small.

But confidence wasn’t something he was lacking, it was just the laws of physics didn’t seem to be leaning in his direction at the moment.

Cursing his fish brother from here to Atlantis, Virgil placed his elbow on the table. Butch grabbed his hand.

It was like being grabbed by a gorilla. Honestly, the man’s hand was huge.

If he was injured doing this and off rescues for any time at all, Gordon wasn’t going to be the only Tracy death later on.

Scott would kill both of them.

Cass was watching, though.

Virgil kicked himself for being so stupid.

Could he kill Gordon twice?

“Okay, we ready?” Gordon was flicking his eyes between Virgil and Butch.

“Ready.” Seriously, the man had a crumbling mountain for a voice.

“Let’s get this over with.” Virgil glared at his little brother.

Though something was warm in his stomach that Gordon was proud enough of him to set him up like this.

A little warm.

Very little.

“Ready, set…” Focus. “Go.”

And suddenly the mountain was falling on him.

Butch grunted, obviously throwing himself into this.

But Virgil Tracy had had mountains fall on him before and his shoulders were well trained in catching them.

The force travelled up his arm into his shoulder. His bicep was assisted by a considerable trapezius and deltoid, and while his forearm worked, his well-built pectoral joined in the refusal to move. Virgil pivoted just a little in his seat as practised reflexes took the strain.

And negated it.

Butch yelped as his hand was flexed backwards and slammed elegantly to the table top.

Oh, shit.

Virgil let go immediately. “Are you okay? Let me see that.” He reached for the man’s hand as it was quickly yanked away the moment he released it.

Butch stared at him. “How the hell?”

But Virgil didn’t have the chance to answer as the crowd around them erupted into cheers and hollers. There were hands patting him on the back and grabbing at him.

Someone kissed his cheek.

He blushed as he realised it was Cass.

Suddenly appreciating that he was still sitting down and there was an entire squad of fireman glaring at him…with some respect along with the outrage, Virgil hurriedly clambered to his feet.

“Way to go, Virg, I knew you could do it!” Gordon was bouncing on his feet.

Virgil shot him with his eyes.

The fish ignored him and kept bouncing until Penelope wrapped an elegant hand around his arm and distracted him with a smile.

She winked at Virgil.

A strong hand wrapped around Virgil’s bicep in almost a mirror move. “Smooth, Tracy. Huggins needed to be put in his place. I can use this to up the training regime. You’ve slapped down a benchmark.”

Virgil turned to find that beautiful smile on her face again. Her squad was grumbling behind her, shooting admiring glances mixed with glares in his direction.

Maybe he should join the squad next vacation just to fix that.

Yes, that was the entire reason why that suddenly seemed even more attractive.

Cass’ smile widened as she tugged gently on his arm, letting her head drop to his shoulder as it became a laugh.

Hmm, maybe he should thank the fish after killing him.

-o-o-o-

[forest-falcon]

The Butterfly Effect

Chpr 11

🐦‍🔥🚒 💚👓👨‍🏫

"Keep her steady," Casey instructed on the approach to Tracy Island.

"Time to suit up."

Jonesy was all too-ready to strap into the exosuit.

Virgil and Brains had taken his measurements - so many measurements, to the point where it had become a borderline annoyance. That was, until the final suit had been unveiled. It wore like a glove - a state-of-the-art glove worth more than his entire flat. And oh...OH had it been fun to use in training.

Tam was strapping into her jet pack - the only one of them who had shown promise at mastering the bat-shit crazy device during training. Jonesy had given his own reenactment of Neville Longbottom flying a broom. The jetpack initially fired too much, and then, too little; dropping him a small height onto his rear.

"Just a tad more sensitive than the firetruck then?"

He gave an impish grin and rubbed his bruised backside.

Mac had passed on the chance to use the confounded contraption after that; but Tam, never one to shy from a challenge, had donned the pack, only to make it look easy.

"This is so much fun!"

"Looks it! I worked out all the bugs for you on my go!"

Jonesy smiled at the memory.

Her joy had been contagious, and it had been nice to see her elated smile mirrored on the Tracy brothers faces as they watched.

He'd only really met Virgil beforehand. It was at the Crystal Spire in London when brainiac, Yost, managed to set his own building alight.

Virgil had saved all their asses, several times, that callout.

"Say, Virgil? What was that badass Ironman suit you used to lift those rocks off Mac, in London?"

"You mean the exosuit?"

"Sure. Erm...do we get to try out one of those in our training?"

"I mean, I don't have anything against you learning how to use it-"

"I'm sensing a but..."

"But... it's made to my measurements, and I'm somewhat larger than yourself."

"Alright show-off," he'd grinned.

"I better get squeezing me some extra gym sessions in!"

"No objections here!" Mac winked.

"Oi, I'm gorgeous as is! Have to give the other guys a chance, is all."

*. *. *.

Jonesy had thought that would be the end of it.

Brains, the Island's resident engineer, inventor and down-right genius, had decided to upgrade their London fire uniforms. Their design was kept the same, as to not give cause for others in the firehouse to ask questions. Everyone in Phoenix had their measurements taken, so it had come as a complete surprise when his very own exosuit was unveiled.

He hadn't ever expected the need to wear it for real - well, a real life rescue.

Jonesy looked around the cabin; studious, contemplative, worried.

Tycho; typing God-knows what on his Tony Stark-esque device. Col. Casey and Captain McCready, busy analyzing a holoprojection of the island.

He leant towards to his best friend; Tam. Her worry was obvious. Perhaps not to everybody, but he knew her. He knew how much she had connected with the Tracy family during her training; their backstory not too dissimilar to her own. Not so much the rockets, and fantasy island; but growing up with only one parent, only to lose the other much too early in life.

He leant over and took Tam's hand.

"Hey. They'll be okay."

He gave her fingers a squeeze.

"How can you know?"

"Because I. am. Iron. Man!"

Jonesy whispered emphatically, flexing the suit with a small hydraulic whine.

Tam shoved him with a smile.

Mac rolled his eyes.

McCready glared at him through the holoprojection of Tracy Island.

[ilikebigshipsandicannotlie]

Ooc: just to let you all know Virgil has gone on a fire fighting retreat with Cass McCready and Kip Harris, amongst others. They learn all sorts of amazing firefighting things that I cannot hope to understand. They don't have social media there though. He didn't say how long he'd be gone but I've switched his asks off to avoid no response, and he won't reply to other things.

[shirubie]

Can I get some Virgil/Cass McCready fluff? Maybe Cass posing for one of Virgil's paintings? Or just anything with those two interacting, I'm not picky! ^_^

Prompt request

The words are flowing.

I'm making writing back into a habit/priority.

Hit me up with any ideas you want to see me write while I'm on a roll!

[demilypyro]

Fallout 4 to me had companions on the same level of New Vegas. Almost all of them have incredible voice acting, and I find their stories and personalities very compelling. Nick of course is the dev and fandom favorite, but they're all great.

I'm not sure I agree... they definitely put more effort into Fallout 4's companions than 3's and them all having a little personal quest is great, but when I think about 4's companions none of them really compare to those from New Vegas. Let's not pretend McCready or Preston or Danse are even in the same galaxy as Arcade Gannon or Boone or Cass when it comes to writing or performance. Shout-out to Curie though. I am gay.

[sailing-on-a-puddle]

More Numberblocks/TAG observations

Some of you might remember when I got a bit excited that Rasmus Hardiker voiced 18 in Numberblocks, who is a super speedy super rectangle. Teresa Gallagher (Eos) is also several characters.

Today we had more Numberblocks on the telly and I thought 100 sounded familiar. 100 is Sharon D. Clarke, who voices Cass McCready. I'm starting to think the whole cast might be a copy.

I am also definitely feeling a Numberbocks/TAG crossover coming on somehow, but it currently has no plot and I can't write until after some building work so maybe not 😂

[tagsecretsanta]

From @emtb319

From @emtb319 to @vitanirigatoni

“It’s Time”

Prompts:

Welcoming a new family member Christmas Day

Picking the right tree

All we want for Christmas is mother and father

No preferences on people

Characters:

Kyrano family

Tracy family

Cass McCready

Penelope Creighton-Ward

Parker

-Christmas Eve-

Cass McCready hadn’t expected to see Virgil or his brother today.  This was supposed to be a fun little holiday for her and her rock obsessed son.  Her son Derek had a rather keen interest in fluorescent rocks.  A few weeks ago, he discovered a small town that was known as the Fluorescent Mineral Capital of the World, so he had to see it.  She reached out to a local travel planner.  She happened to be related to the captain of the local fire department and mentioned that she could also arrange some ride-along time for Cass.  It didn’t take long for them to be invited to stay with the Fire Department Captain Babcock and his family.  This would save them the time of having to travel 25+ minutes to the nearest hotel.  Cass always liked the opportunity to visit other fire departments, and this one was in a rural area.  It would be very different from her city department.  Her visit would give her a chance to practice some seldom used skills and maybe she would learn something new.   

While Derek was on a museum tour, the fire sirens rang.  This department had one of those very old fashioned audible alarms, the ones that rang so loud that you could hear them from across town.  Many fire departments had them before they had portable radios, but few departments actually used them anymore.  One of the mines had collapsed and there may have been some people trapped inside.  While the department mobilized, Cass discovered that Derek was safe.  He told her that a few people had talked about going into a closed part of the mines.

“Mum.  I haven’t seen them,” he said.  “What if they’re in there?”

“Don’t worry Derek.  Stay with the group.  We will find them.”  As the search began, Cass and Captain Babcock realized that they may not have the apparatus or time needed to get to the trapped people.  They used drones and  found the group in a deep part of the mines.  This part of the mines was prone to flooding and water had started to seep inside.  They estimated that the trapped people had about 3 hours before they were submerged, but it would take at least 5 hours to get to them with the equipment and the manpower that they had.  The town had closed this mine off many years ago because of the water issue.  Even locals who were highly trained cave climbers would not enter this mine.  It was simply too dangerous to allow people to walk around there.  This group took a huge risk and got trapped.  Captain Babcock weighed his options, but he couldn’t see how they would get to the trapped people in time.  Cass called International Rescue.  It didn’t take long for her to hear the familiar roar of Thunderbird 2’s engines.  

“You’ll see Captain Babcock.  These boys are great,” Cass assured the fire captain.

“I’m sure they are,” he answered, “I’m just not used to having to call them for help.”

“It’s ok.  I know how that feels, but they really just like to help people.  They’re a nice family.  Highly trained too,” she said as she saw Virgil and Gordon approach them.  A short while later, with the help of International Rescue, they were able to get the trapped people out of the mine and close it off.  

Virgil left the tourists with the local emergency medical services.  They were more rattled than injured, but they needed a quick once over.  He thought about the mines and the little museum that he saw near the entrance.  This place was supposed to be known as the Fluorescent Mineral Capital of the World, but it didn’t appear to be a protected heritage site.  

“Captain Babcock, these mines, are they a heritage site yet?”  Virgil asked him.  

“No, they are not.  I wouldn’t know where to start to get them declared that way,” he answered.

“That’s what I thought.  Let me get you the contact information of a friend of mine over there,” Virgil started.   “Lady Penelope would be happy to help you.  If you can get the mines declared a heritage site, the World Heritage Foundation would help maintain them, so that something like this doesn’t happen again.”

“That would be wonderful!  I’d be happy to pass on her info to the history people here in town.”  They talked about the history of the mines and the minerals, as they packed up their gear.  Gordon’s attention turned to the fire department’s parking lot.  He really wanted something.  Virgil saw Gordon’s energy change.

“Gordon, whatever it is, I’m tired and ready to go home,” Virgil said with a sigh.  He was really  tired.  It had been a long day for all of them, and they would be over their flight hours soon.  

“Come on Virg.  Can you imagine the smell tomorrow morning?”  Gordon said/whined, while he bounced.  It took a moment for Virgil to realize what grabbed Gordon’s attention.   

“Gordon, there’s nothing wrong with the tree we already have at home.  And, we don’t have to worry about it becoming a fire hazard after you forget to water it,” Virgil retorted while Cass and Captain Babcock looked between the two of them and silently giggled.  Then came the puppy eyes.  Cass had to excuse herself to laugh out of earshot of Virgil.  Captain Babcock used her as an excuse to step away for some coffee and a snack.  He was trying his best not to laugh in front of Virgil and Gordon.  Virgil saw them slip away and looked back at Gordon and sighed.  He could argue and lose tired, or he could let Gordon take a few minutes to get his tree.  On the bright side, it would support the local emergency services and his little brother would be happy, so Virgil gave in.  

“Fine, but be quick,” Virgil didn’t even get to the word ‘but’, before Gordon shot off.  Virgil turned back towards Gordon and yelled,  “just make sure it’s not a Frasier.”

“I know, I know,” Gordon yelled back, as he bounced across the lot in search of his tree.  There were a few reasons why they didn’t typically do fresh trees at Christmas.  It wasn’t just a fire hazard, but the wrong one could bring back smells and memories that belonged well in the past.  Tomorrow was for them as a family, and it will be a good day.  Virgil and John would make sure of it.  It was their dad’s first Christmas home after his long trip to the Oort Cloud.  Even Colonel Casey made arrangements so that they would not be bothered.  International Rescue had a rare day off.  Colonel Casey promised not to call them unless the world had fallen apart.  

Cass returned to Virgil’s side, having regained her composure.  She grasped Virgil’s shoulder and said, “I love his energy.  Let me buy you a cup of coffee.”  They went off towards the fire department auxiliary’s tent in search of some coffee.  With coffee in hand, Cass went over some tree basics with Virgil and even got him the base that they’d need for it.  

Gordon was happy that Virgil let him get a real tree.  He wanted this Christmas to be extra special.  He and John had worked really hard on their surprise for everyone, and things needed to be perfect when that gift arrived at the island tomorrow.  A fresh tree would make it more special.  As he made his way through the rows of trees, a fire department cadet approached him and offered to help.

“Just trying to find the right one.  Big day tomorrow,” Gordon answered.

“Hmm,” the cadet started.  “How big?  What color?  Anything you don’t want?”

“No Frasiers,” Gordon said a little too quickly.  The cadet looked at him a moment, then decided that it was better not to ask.

“Okay.  We have some really nice Spruces this year,” he said, as he guided Gordon to another side of the lot.  They made small talk, as Gordon looked through the trees.  He told Gordon a lot about the local history.  His own family had been on the department for over 140 years.  

“Maybe something a bit fuller,” Gordon said, as they looked through more trees.  “We have a tall ceiling and lots of room in our lounge.  It doesn’t have to be too tall, but maybe wider is better.”

“Oh!  I know the one.  It’s over here,” the cadet responded.  He grabbed Gordon’s arm and led him further down the row of trees.  The kid was right.  It was the perfect tree.  A nice, hearty Blue Spruce.  Not too tall, nice and full.  The cadet tagged the tree for him and asked some other helpers to wrap it up.  

“Thunderbird 5 from Thunderbird 2.”  Virgil needed to check in with John and let him know about the delay.

“A fresh tree,” John said.  “Really?  He’s not getting a Frasier, right?”

“No he’s not,” Virgil answered.  He looked over his shoulder to see if he could spot the squid. “Looks like he’s by the spruces right now.  Don’t tell anyone about the tree please.  I’m pretty sure he wants to surprise everyone.”

“Understood.  Dad is trying to help Kayo with the decorations.”  That statement earned John a look from Virgil.  Virgil’s medic mode immediately kicked in.  

“Dad should not be carrying things like that yet.”

“He knows,” John answered.  “After 1 trip, he realized his error.  He just wanted to see if he could do any of it.”  John stopped a moment while he checked on the island,  “Right now, he’s in the lounge.  Looks like he’s detangling lights.”

“Wait,” Virgil interrupted.  “Detangling lights?  I thought we put them away well last year.  What happened?”

“We did, but then Dad touched something.  And now,” John gestured, “tangled mess.  So, he’s in the lounge, trying to sort them out.  On the bright side, it’s good exercise for his hands and fingers.”

“True,” Virgil answered.  “That works.  He’s staying out of trouble and exercising a little bit.  I take it Grandma’s keeping eyes on him?”

“Oh yeah,” John said.  “She’s been giving him that look.”  Virgil chuckled at the comment.  They talked for a few minutes until Gordon hollered for Virgil to come over and see his pick.  Cass smiled ear to ear as she watched the boys. It didn’t take long to package up his tree, and the next thing Virgil knew, they were in the air, on their way home.  

“I can’t wait for Penny and everyone to see it.”  Gordon’s excitement continued.  

“Yea little brother.  It’ll be nice.  Now, let’s get home.  We both need showers before we help decorate,” Virgil responded with a stifled yawn.  Coffee or not, it had been a long day, and he looked forward to a nice shower and some down time.   

The ride home didn’t take very long.  Gordon was excited to announce to everyone that they had brought home a fresh tree, as he dragged it in behind him.  “Can’t wait to get her up,” he chirped.  Scott gave a glance towards Virgil, but Virgil’s expression gave him all the answers that he needed.  

“Come on boys, go get washed up and changed.  It’s time to get this tree up and decorated,” said Grandma Tracy from the kitchen, as she wiped her hands on her apron.  Max helped her cook popcorn and hot chocolate, while Kayo brought up the last of the decorations from storage. 

While he waited for everyone to freshen up and come back to the lounge, Virgil reminisced about their mom and some music that she liked to play and hear around Christmas time.  He tried to remember where she had gotten the music, but he couldn’t remember the name of the song or artist.  He sat down at his piano and tried to recreate the songs in his head.  John listened in from Thunderbird 5.  He was about to take the elevator down to join the rest of his family.  John always liked to listen to Virgil play, so it was no surprise when John interrupted his thoughts.  

“That’s TSO,” John said.  

“TSO?” Virgil questioned.

“That music.  It’s from a group called Trans Siberian Orchestra,” John answered.  “Mom loved their Christmas show.  She would play it for us around Christmas time.  Want Eos and I to try to find it?”

“Yes please.  I think it would be nice to play it while we’re decorating the tree, don’t you think?”

“It’ll be nice,” John replied.  “It shouldn’t take us too long.”

With TSO in the background, the boys got to work on the Blue Spruce.  Virgil showed them all what Cass and Captain Babcock showed him about the set up and upkeep.  He reminded everyone that they didn’t want a fire.  By the time the Christmas show was over, they had the lounge and the tree all decorated.  They ended their evening with hot chocolate and fresh popped popcorn.  

Once in his room, Gordon reached out to Penny.  “Is everything set?”

“Of course.  He’s here for the night, then will come with us in the morning.  Are you sure she doesn’t suspect anything?”

“The only other person that knows anything is John.  Kayo doesn’t suspect a thing.”

“I’ll see you in the morning my love.  Happy Christmas.”

“Love you too.”  It didn’t take long for Gordon to fall asleep.  By the time they’d wake up tomorrow, Penny would be well on her way with a very special gift for everyone.

-Christmas Day-

He looked at the old picture.  It was the same picture that he looked at every day.  His girls.  It was taken during a nice day at the wolf preserve.  This particular preserve was dedicated to the wolves that needed long term rehab or the ones that wouldn’t survive in the wild.  When they were done with their tour, they each got a small ice cream cone and sat on a bench overlooking one of the enclosures.  Only 3 copies of the photo were ever made.  The one he kept, the one he gave to his daughter, and the one that he buried with his wife.  

Years ago, he left them all behind because of grief.  He just couldn’t stay there any more.  All he could see was his lost friend.  After Ohana died, his friend was the rock that kept him alive.  With him gone, he couldn’t handle it.  In every person he saw on the island, in every corner, with every sound of the waves.  At first, he tried to stay strong for his daughter and his dear friend's kids, but he couldn’t even stay strong for himself, so he left.  Now, he’s not even sure if this is the right thing to do.  It had been too long.  Parker and Penelope have tried to assure him over and over that it will be alright.  They all miss him, and if he’s ready to come back, they’d all be there for him.  No matter when (or if) that day may come.  He had debated coming back, but it was Parker that pushed him to this moment.  He didn’t know if today meant to stay forever or just for a little bit, but he wanted to be with the people that he loved and missed dearly.  He pushed his nerves aside and got into FAB 1 with Parker and Penelope.

As they took off, he looked over at Parker.  He silently thanked him.  It caught him off guard when Parker had shown up on his doorstep a few days ago.  Parker said only a few words, but it was all that he needed.  He needed his family just as much as they needed him.  Parker was right, it was time, and now he was in the sky and on his way home.  Parker smiled back and returned his focus to the skies in front of them.

It would take them a little while to get to the island from England, so he sat there with his thoughts.  His mind wandered to all of the missed moments, and how he would never be able to get them back.  Penelope saw the change in his face.  She knew where his thoughts had gone.

“Stop worrying.  And don’t try to tell me that I don’t know what you’re thinking.  I can see it all over your face,” she said.  “They love you and miss you.  She loves you and misses you.  It’s time to come home, to be together, to heal together, to move forward together.  It will be ok, you’ll see.”  He considered her words, nodded, and held his head high for the rest of the trip.  He could do this.  The decision was made.  They were right.  It was time.  He thanked Penelope and watched the water as they flew closer to his old home.  

-Meanwhile on Tracy Island-

With Grandma and Max on pie duty, Jeff and Scott cooked Christmas pancakes for everyone.  John manned the proteins, and Gordon made the coffee and juice.  The smell of food brought down Alan, and the smell of strong coffee brought Virgil.  As Gordon sat down, John quickly whispered to him that their package was on the way.  

“Thanks John, “ he responded quietly.  Gordon looked around the room, “say, where’s Kayo?,” Gordon asked.  

“I haven’t seen her yet this morning,” John answered Gordon.

“I’ll go look for her,” Scott said.  “You guys relax.”

“Thanks Scott.  I’m worried about her.  She seemed a little off the last time I saw her,” John said.

“It’s the season John.  She really misses him.  I wish that she’d let us look for him.”

“Yea Scott.  Maybe this year will be different.”

“I can only hope.  I’ll go find her and see if she wants to join us for pancakes.”  With that, Scott went off in search of Kayo.  

Kayo tried to use the boys’ holiday energy as a distraction, but it didn’t work very well.  She didn’t like this time of year anymore and needed some alone time.  Over and over, she told herself that her dad needed space.  She wouldn’t look for him.  When he was ready, he would come back to them.  She was determined to respect his wishes for space to grieve.  John and Scott both offered to find him multiple times, but she always refused.  She was determined to respect his wishes, but with each day, each holiday, each missed moment, it got harder and harder to do,

It was no secret that Jeff was back now.  They tried to keep it quiet for a while, but it didn’t take long for 1 person to make an innocent comment and for the wrong person to hear it.  The next thing they knew, Jeff was in the news.  Public Relations was on it right away, but they couldn’t stop what was already reported.  Jeff improved little by little every day.  He even started to help with Tracy Industries and International Rescue.  The family was sure to keep an eye on him to make sure that he didn’t overdo it, but Jeff watched himself and made sure to tell them if things were too much.

She wished that her dad would come back.  Jeff had asked about him, but Kayo explained what happened after the accident and why she hadn't gone after him.  Jeff understood and respected both Kayo’s and her father’s decisions.  Jeff wanted his old friend back too.  He assured her that if her father wanted to come back, that it was ok.  Whether it would be a visit or permanent, there would always be room there for him.  

She heard Scott enter, but she couldn’t look up from the picture in her hands.  She didn’t know why, but this year felt different.  It wasn’t just her father’s absence that made her sad.  She missed her mom too.  All of the things that she wished that she could ask her, the things that she wished that her mom could teach her, but she was gone.  Grandma Tracy tried her best, but she missed her mom, and with her dad gone too, it had become a little too much.  

It didn’t take long for Scott to find her.  He found her in the library that overlooked the ocean sunrise.  Kayo was focused on something in her hands that Scott could not see.  

“Kayo,” he said quietly, but she didn’t answer him.  “Tan,” he said a little louder as he approached her and placed a hand on her shoulder.  She looked up at him with unshed tears in her eyes.  He saw what was in her hands.  He recognized the people in the picture.  It was Kayo, her dad, and her mom, shortly before they lost her mom.  “Breakfast is ready, if you want to come down,” he told her.    

“Thanks Scott.  But,” she started, but she couldn’t find her words.  Scott saw her distress and sat down beside her.  

“You miss him.”

“Yea.  I wish that he’d come home.  I don’t care that he ran away.  I just want him back.”  Scott brought her into a side hug and held her as she shed rare tears.  

“You never know Tan, maybe he’ll be ready soon.  The offer to try to track him down is still on the table for you.  If you want me to find him, I will.”

“No Scott.  I don’t want to push him.  Losing your dad, then watching us grieve was a lot.  I understand why he left.  He needs his space, and I will give it to him.”  She tried to be strong, but her eyes told him the truth.  

“But dad’s back now.  We can go find yours too and bring him home.”  She had it in her head that she needed to give her father the space that he needed.  Everyone processes grief differently, but Scott is right.  Jeff is back.  He’s downstairs right now, at the table ready to have Christmas breakfast with his family.  That’s why she was up here in the library today.  She wanted to be selfish, but was it the right thing to do?  She wanted him to come back because he was ready, not because she went and dragged him back.  

“I’ll let you know Scott.  I don’t want to push him any further away.”  Scott gave her a squeeze, then let her go.  Kayo excused herself and took a moment to wash her face. After that, they went to join the rest of the family in the kitchen and arrived to utter chaos.  The tinies had decided that the pancakes needed whipped cream and sprinkles.  So naturally, the entire kitchen had become a sticky mess.  Everyone was covered in something and their laughs filled the whole house.  Scott and Kayo took in the scene and joined them. 

After breakfast, they started on the clean up.  Once most of the mess was cleaned, Grandma shooed everyone to get showered. The cleaning robots could handle the rest.

Once showered, they came down to the lounge to relax together.  Presents would wait until later that day, but Gordon decided that the tree needed something.  It wasn’t quite right yet.  Before anyone knew it, glitter was everywhere.  Gordon’s idea of what the tree needed didn’t mean more sparkly tinsel, it meant sparkly glitter.  Lots of sparkly glitter, which exploded on everything.  This was the scene that their guests saw as they walked in.  Kayo was too busy with a very sparkly/annoyed/mad Alan, so she didn’t notice them arrive.  

Kyrano didn’t know what to expect when he arrived with Penelope and Parker.  The kids were all covered from their heads to their toes in glitter.  Grandma and Jeff looked at them with twin looks of astonishment.  The kids had all grown, but they were still as he remembered them.  He couldn’t contain his laughter.  It took a moment for everyone to realize that there were more people in the room than before.  As Kayo turned her head, she couldn’t believe her eyes.  Barely a moment later, she ran into her dad, and nearly knocked him over.  John and Gordon smiled, the same smiles that Penelope and Parker had on their faces.  

Gordon came up behind Penelope, hugged her from behind and gave her a kiss on the head.  “Thank you,” he whispered into her ear.  

“Of course my love.  They deserve this.”  She looked around the lounge and pointed “Glitter?  Really?”  Penelope didn’t need to ask which brother did this.  Yes, Alan has his playful side and routinely helped Gordon with mischief, and they both learned their mischievous ways from their next oldest brother John, but this glitter bomb had Gordon’s name all over it.  

“Yup,” he said, with some extra emphasis on the ‘p’ and a huge grin on his face.  Penelope smiled and sank deeper into their hug.

Lots of tears and many hugs later, everyone settled into the lounge to finish the tree.  After Gordon declared that the tree was perfect, Grandma and Max brought out the pies and ice cream.  

They exchanged gifts.  Little things, made from the heart or found.  The boys always made it a point to carefully pick their gifts for each other.  They didn’t have many rules about gift giving per se, but the boys all seemed to agree that the presents should come from their hearts, not their wallets.  Gordon held onto 1 special gift for Penelope for later.  Today was about Kyrano’s return home.  That was the big gift for everyone.  Tomorrow, so long as Penelope accepted of course, they’d announce that she’d become a Tracy in the near future.    

-Later that evening, on the balcony outside the library-

“I am so sorry Tanusha.  Nothing can excuse my actions.  You should tell me to leave.”  Kyrano rambled.  He had a lot to say, but he couldn’t seem to get the words together, so he rambled.  He hoped that his words would come together enough to make some sense.  

“Dad, stop please” Kayo started.  She gently grabbed his face so that they were eye to eye.  She needed him to stop for a moment, so that he could listen.  “I’ve missed you.  When we thought we lost Jeff,” she paused to collect her thoughts, “we each handled it in the best way we could.  I don’t blame you.  I hoped that with him home that you would too.  I hoped that it would bring you out of your ‘retirement’, but I didn’t know where you went or if you wanted any of us to even look for you.  So, I waited.  Scott and John both offered to look for you a few times, but I wanted to give you the space that you needed.  I’m glad you’re here now.  After Jeff came home, he asked about you, and I explained what happened.  He didn’t hesitate to tell me that if you do decide to come back that you’d have a place here.  We all understand Dad.  I do ask one thing though.”

“What is it my blessing?”  He answered.  Kayo smiled at the old nickname.  

“If you don’t stay, please call more often.”  With that, Kyrano brought Kayo into a tight hug.  After a few moments, he let her go and retrieved a box that was put aside.

“This is for you.  It’s time that you have it.”  He handed her a small box, and Kayo recognized it immediately.  It was one of her mother’s jewelry boxes.  She opened it and saw her mother’s favorite necklace.  It was the same one that she wore that day in the picture.  “She would have wanted you to have it,” he said as Kayo ran her fingers over it.  

“I remember this necklace,” she started with barely a whisper.  “She was wearing it that day at the wolf preserve,” Kayo paused.  Kayo asked Kyrano to help her with the necklace.  Then, they moved over to sit on the balcony bench to enjoy the tropical evening sunset.  After a little while, Kayo broke the silence.

“Dad, I understand if you can’t stay right now, but please come back to the island,” Kayo said, as she placed her head on his shoulder.  She whispered.  “I miss you.”  Kyrano didn’t need to think about his decision anymore.  He knew exactly what he wanted most.  

“I’ll talk to Mr. Tracy.  I want nothing more than to be back with my family,” he replied, placing his head on hers.  It would be ok.  He wouldn’t pass up this chance.  

The picture from the wolf preserve:

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Oh, nice! Always there for some Virgil x Cass ^_^

Let's not forget Cass' squad would certainly be as happy as Virgil that someone is hurting their captain. A whole bunch of angry firefighters plus one or more Thunderbirds are about to hunt the Hood down, possibly planning to drag his ass behind a fire truck in retaliation.

Tag Fic Idea free to use

Cass McCready gets targeted by the Hood, because of Virgil and her companionship. Virgil isn't happy to say the least.

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Since tumblr ate your asks (most scary thing, very evil)

REVERSE TRICK OR TREAT!!!

*stuffs treats, tricks and candy into your mail box *

Extra bonus part of my fic that even grew extra long, because I just had to write this scene!!

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(9- bonus!) Virgil took his brand-shiny-new firefighters uniform from Chief McCready’s hands, grinning face splitting wide. His own uniform, because for the next few weeks he was a proper part of Blue Watch, and a firefighter! 

It had even been modified to incorporate his IR tech and most importantly his green baldric over the top because couldn't imagine feeling properly prepared for rescues without it. 

He tugged the new jacket on right away over his flannel, feeling like a kid on halloween. He gave it a spin, the coat flaring out around him. Heh, if little Virgie could see him now, a proper firefighter.

“Whatcha laughing at, Tracy?” Cass clapped him on the shoulder. 

As soon as Virgil explained what had been his halloween costume for every year of his childhood, he was surrounded by Blue Watch, good naturedly demanding that they had ‘got to see photographic evidence.’

Virgil rolled his eyes, but called up John, the keeper of all the family photos on Five’s massive storage banks.

John obliged, and firefighters crowded around the holos projected from his wrist comm.

“Aww, you were an adorable kid, Tracy!” 

“Cuuute!” 

“You sure did grow up, but I don’t think the expression has changed at all!”

Then a snickering John decided to chime in with the whole practicing fighting fires with the garden house incident, and the consequences to hanging laundry and open windows.

Cass, serious, no nonsense Chief McCready was giggling, tears streaming down her face, hanging onto his shoulder to stay upright. 

Virgil snorted, then couldn’t help but burst out laughing too.

He was proud of his achievements to become a firefighter, they were all laughing with him, not at him, they were his team. He threw his arms around them, grinning along. 

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