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[melsyells]

FKB:U EPISODE 10 STORYBOARD ➡️ ANIMATION x

[darkestwolfx]

Colony - Re-Review #31

Note: due to CITV changing the time of their reruns (hooray - not), the Re-Review series will be moving from 6:30pm to 6:45pm for uploads.

Wow... it’s difficult to find screenshots for this episode online, that’s for sure!

“You’re a hard man to find, Captain Taylor. I wish you’d find less dangerous ways to spend your retirement.”

“Just trying to keep busy now that I’m back on Earth. Taking it easy’s never been my style.”

“Then this may interest you. Can retirement wait a little bit longer, Captain?”

The answer is yes, of course it’s a yes! It makes complete sense since Lee used to help Jeff with IR.

“The Helios is a transport ship, designed to reach Mars, and send landing pods to the life support systems on the surface. Dozens of families are on board, and would be the first to actually live on the planet.”

“Unless you count all the aliens!”

“Ignore him.”

Let’s remember Alan did see alien life only two episodes ago... I get the feeling he’s been going on about it in those scenes we don’t see. A lot. I want to say that John is talking to EOS in this scene (where has she gone again, writers? I will eternally ask this question), because there is no other imaginary figure in the room.

Anyone else getting ‘The Martian’ (2015) vibes?

I really loved having this man back! It’s been a while since we last saw him and I was so pleased that they had him return. 1. because he is a great character, but 2. because he is one of the last surviving links to Jeff, and so you can be sure hints are going to drop when he’s around. It’s nice that Alan gets to spend more time with him in this ep as well, considering it’s Alan who always has the gap in memories on his father which his brother’s don’t.

This seems like the perfect way to fill that gap to me.

“Plus you were second person in history to ever set foot on Mars.”

“Just behind the great Jeff Tray himself, those were the days.”

Look at that - I told you, didn’t I tell you? - and it only took three and half minutes! And that’s only the first reference, there’s bound to be more.

“Like you boys say - Thunderbirds are off! Wait, that’s not it. Thunderbirds have left the building! Thunderbirds are...”

“Go?”

“That’s the one.”

Mars. There’s a Mars launch mission. Now, we’ve seen a story a little like this before in ‘Thunderbirds Are Go’ (1966 film) with the crew of the Zero-X (who okay, made it to Mars), but with a few problems on the way. Similar story here. Sort of.

I love how Scott was relegated to the backseat for the launch as well!

“Captain, there’s even a handy chart that lists all our names and vehicles. Just in case”

“Thanks Brian.”

“It’s Brains.”

Yeah.. no “just in case” about it. Let’s pull up the chart.

“Are we there yet?”

Um, did anyone else kinda feel like Scott sounded a little like someone else in that moment? I’ll even give you a hint.

“You and Dad were the first team to ever land there.”

“Nearly didn’t. Dust storm almost made us call off the descent, but we took the risk and went anyway. Jeff said ‘humanity never got anywhere taking it easy’. I’ve always remembered that. Gordon here should take it to heart every time he pilots Thunderbird Three.”

“Um... I’m Alan, Sir.”

Let’s pull the chart back up... At least he got a name correct, if not the right brother.

“Will do, Virgil!”

“It’s Scott, Sir! Nevermind.”

I spoke too soon. My apologies everyone.

“Captain Taylor, do you read me?”

“FAD, uh B. Whatever that means.”

You were there with Jeff when he set IR up! We were relying on you to know Lee! Right, we’re all doomed to never know the full truth.

“She may still be trying to fix the engines.”

Yeah, she probably could have done with Lee there sooner.

“Why are you reconnecting the power feed coils? That could take the systems offline.”

“Exactly! The proton storm didn’t damage your systems, it put them on hold. We need to manually re-jump each connection to get things running again.”

Captain Taylor really is the expert in fixing things, isn’t he? Can he come and fix my WI-FI? Seriously, I still need to choose who I’m swapping to after all this is over.

“Remind me to thank Brains for this.”

“Ok. Hey, Scott, remember to thank Brains.”

“Very funny, Thunderbird Three.”

Look at Alan thinking on the spot and doing his little commentaries.

“Impressive Thunderbird Three. Remind me to thank you later.”

“Ok, Scott-”

“Later, Thunderbird Three.”

“We got a big rocky problem ahead.”

Yeah you do, Scott...

“We just lost the landing pods.”

“I can’t keep this up Captain.”

Breathe, everyone. They all survive.

“Glad to have you back Pod Explorer. Remind me to thank you sometime.”

“Ok, Alan?”

“Later, Scott.”

I’m liking these little thrown-in bits of humour.

“It’s never too late to start again.”

Very true Captain Taylor.

“The chances of the Helius landing without breaking apart are very slim.”

“But it’s the only option we have.”

And so that translates to Scott as ‘let’s get on board the floating ship of possible death, even though Alan’s idea might get me killed’. Yeah... I wouldn’t have done that personally but hey, there we go.

That landing still makes me nervous, don’t know about annyone else.

“Alan! You’re back!”

“Sorry, Scott, couldn’t let you have all the fun.”

Meaning ‘couldn’t let you get yourself killed on my watch’.

“Scott? Captain Taylor? Does anyone read me?”

“Loud and clear, Alan.”

“Captain! You’re alive! And you got my name right!”

And because I’ve only just realised I forgot all about keeping count, here is the updated rescue score.

Rescue count: 38

Are we nearing anyone’s bet for the whole series yet? I still need to work out a suitable prize for the person who guesses the closest...

This was a moment I loved to the death - the amount of times I must have watched just this scene alone when this episode first came out... I’ve lost count. 

“This is the same site your dad and I landed on all these years ago. Actually, Scott, if it’s all the same to you I think I’ll stay a while. It’s never too late to start again. I can’t think of a better place than Mars to spend my Golden Years.”

“Should we get back to you in a month?”

“Better make it two.”

Yeah... we’ll get around to that at some point.

[cherry3point14]

CAN’T GET NO SATISFACTION | CHAPTER 2

DESCRIPTION: You are VP of Sales for a company with stores and major distribution links across the country and your executive assistant, and only real friend, is leaving. A temp is brought in to replace her, on probation, for you try him out. Of course, nobody told you that it was a him, or that his name was Dean Winchester, or that you’d want to try him out.

A/N: This is an office AU basically from this post. Yep, it’s all a setup for that joke.

[Dean x Reader. Characters: Dean, Reader, OFC, OMC Words: 3,771. Warnings: a couple of bad words, an office sleazeball and the IT team are called nerds. Sorry IT people of the world.]

Ao3 link if you prefer. Series Masterlist

Your dumb crush had only lasted three days, at most four. You were better than that, a professional, you’d been called wonder woman in more than one meeting. You didn't have crushes on co-workers and especially not employees. You definitely didn’t have a crush on your own executive assistant.

Because you were over it.

You could call his name now without feeling flustered. You could listen to his run downs without getting distracted watching his lips form out words. And you could certainly take your coffee from him without getting goosebumps when his fingers ghosted over yours.

Because. You. Were. Over. It.

There were bigger fish to fry anyway. The stock shortages were hitting stores, hard, which meant that your area sales managers were dealing with a myriad of disgruntled sales associates. All of which meant only a few weeks into Q3 and things weren’t looking good for the next few months. You were stressed and your people were stressed and the heated emotions being exchanged throughout the business were putting everyone on the edge of their seat. It would have been no surprise if one of the senior team had a mental breakdown within the month.

You look up to the knock at your door and plaster a smile on your worried face as best you can, “Dean?”

It’s the middle of summer in New York so you’re not cruel enough to expect him to wear a jacket but the shirt he’s wearing today is an absolute joke. You may have to send him home. It’s so fitted. You swear the moment he puts your drink down in front of you the seam is going to burst from the built-up tension in his bulging bice- nope. Not thinking about that.

“Thanks,” you say with a still forced smile as he starts reading messages from the tablet you’d made him switch to. No assistant of yours was going to kill as many trees as he seemed intent on doing with those yellow notepads.

Halfway through a message from Sabina about the situation in the flagship store and you take a sip of your drink unable to hold back the shudder.

“She says that it’s getting, her word, dire and- sorry, is everything ok?”

Who knows what your face looks like for him to stop mid-message but you find yourself looking up into those emerald eyes and shaking your head to clear the fog, “what?”

“Your drink, is everything ok with it?” He clarifies in a serious tone like it’s the end of the world.

Although your head is still shaking ‘no’, your mouth betrays you as it often does, “I wanted iced tea, not cucumber water. But it’s fine, I’ll drink it. Continue.”

He scowls and it should elicit a reaction of frustration in you. He’s your assistant and he’s scowling at you. He’s only been here three weeks. You should remind him that he’s your assistant. Just like you should also tell him he messed up and insist he fixes it. Not these excuses you’re making. You do none of that. Instead, you notice how his lips pucker and his jaw tightens. Suddenly he puts down his tablet at the end of your desk and picks up the drink from the table, in what would be a snatch were your hands still wrapped around it.

“No. I’ll get you an iced tea.”

He storms out of your office and honestly, you’re not sure what to think. Was he mad at you? He’s the one that made the wrong drink.

He’s a fucking idiot. He’d spent a week reading that dumb PDF, memorizing the stupid thing. She likes ice water on days when it’s 86 or above outside, except in July. She drinks iced tea all of July no matter what. There was some stupid reason but he’s forgotten that as well.

And she was going easy on him for some reason and he hated that too. She’d pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes like it was acid she was drinking but she’d tried to pass it off as nothing. He knew she was crazy but why was she trying to be less crazy for him? Did she not expect him to get things right? Did she already have that low of an opinion of him?

He knew he shouldn’t have reacted like he did but he wanted to prove to her he could do this job and he’d messed up one of the simplest things. Her dumb drink.

Donny tries to talk to him while he’s fixing the new beverage for her but Dean brushes it off. Especially when Donny hisses sympathetically, “you forgot it’s July, huh?”

Did everyone know that July meant iced tea?

When he returns back to her office she’s sitting there reading from his tablet curiously.

He holds a hand out for it once he’s put the new drink in front of her, “Here’s your tea, I’ll get back to-“

“Dean where did this come from?” she interrupts with a finger pointing to some notes he’d written down.

He looks at the words in question as she holds the device out. He’d been talking to Sabina at the time, or he supposes you could call it flirting, he’s good at flirting. Sabina had been going on about the fifth avenue store like it’s on been robbed and he'd been faking sympathy as he’d had an idea, so he’d written it down.

Course, he hadn't expected her to see it and have her finger trailing over the words asking him about it.

“I just had an idea while I was on the phone. Most people are expecting sales to hit in August, but I thought what if we started ours early, beat everyone else to it kind of thing. It was just an idea, I wasn’t expecting you to see it.”

She looks at him like he’s a genius and the glow on her face is enough to make him think he just might be.

“Dean, I need you to get me someone from Finance, not Mark, asap. And call Sabina back and conference her in. I think you might be on to something.” Clearly, she’d been thinking while he’s been out of the room and he can feel the energy spark off of her. It’s a little bit inspiring to see her mind racing turning it into something.

He can feel the tips of his ears turn pink but he thinks it’s because of the how excited she is, nothing to do with her enthusiasm for his idea. He hasn’t seen her this excited in… ever. And yes he’s only been here three weeks now but people should be excited more than once a month.

He takes his tablet back but doesn’t look at it as he nods at her and leaves to take the elevator straight down to the tenth floor. Sure he could have called but she wanted to see someone from Finance asap and nobody turned down Dean Winchester when he showed up at your desk.

Sabina loved the idea. Marketing and VM would be pissed since they’d have to rush through the promo materials but with the mid-August sale starting in three weeks, it shouldn’t really be more than getting the printers to express the order for one store. They wouldn’t normally trial it in the fifth avenue store of all places but at this point, why the hell not? They needed to do something. Go big or go home.

Ellen, Mark’s second in command in Finance, had put together a rough projection in your office and concluded that with the way figures were right now even if the sale bombed it still wouldn’t put too big a dent at the end of year numbers.

You asked Sabina to hold fire announcing this, you’d need to pitch it to Michael first.

That was a whole new problem in of itself.

It’s not that you thought Michael was a sexist pig, it’s just you knew Michael. And the Director of Sales and Marketing would be much more inclined to listen to you if you freshened up first. No matter how awful it made feel to conform to his feminine ideals.

Once you’d dismissed everyone you did something you rarely ever did in your beautiful glass office, you closed the blinds. All the better to hide your shame as you spritzed on some more perfume, took your hair out of its ponytail, giving it a flip, and touched up your lipstick. You had numbers obviously. You had Ellen’s numbers and your own impossible to resist sales charm, it’s not like you would ever do anything. It’s just, Michael liked women to look a certain way and like it or not he was still your boss. Wrapping your proposal up in the proper packaging would only further serve your cause.

Nobody batted an eyelid when you left. They were all used to this and some of the women in your team had done this themselves. It was just common knowledge. Michael, for all his business acumen, was a creep.

At least nobody batted an eyelid, except Dean. If you thought you’d seen a scowl earlier in the day then what you were seeing right now was pure anger. Anger that he was not hiding well. His fingers, after pausing over the keyboard at first sight of you, resumed typing with thunderous clacks of the keys that muted the sound of your heels over the hard floors. And his eyes followed you from your office to the elevator so intensely that you could feel them on you even as the heavy doors closed behind you.

You were used to some amount of shame whenever you had to this. Some small amount of nagging guilt for letting down women everywhere but you normally managed to convince yourself it was for the greater good. Ever since you’d been VP you’d done nothing but elevate your team, including women. Maddy was a perfect example of that, under anyone else she’d still be making coffee and booking cabs. It was only today, standing in the quiet elevator with your laptop under your arm, that you felt dirty in a way that you knew wouldn’t scrub off.

There was no time to dwell though because the doors opened and you were met with Jo’s warm face. She brightened at seeing you and welcomed you before you’d even made it to her desk, “Miss Y/L/N, always a pleasure to see you up here. Although I know you don’t have an appointment.” She grinned in a way that made her look innocent and childish.

“When do I ever come to visit with something as arbitrary as an appointment? Besides I have something brilliant for him, he’ll want to see me.”

She nodded to the sofa opposite her and picked up the phone. Unlike yours, Michael’s office was all thick walls and privacy, which made this so much worse. You instinctively went to bite your lip to ignore the creeping nerves before remembering that freshly applied lipstick. Shaking off the habit you opened your laptop and started pulling your documents up, the quicker you had him convinced the quicker you could leave.

“He said he would love to see his favorite VP.” Jo cheered as she put the phone down.

God, why did everything about this feel one hundred times more hideous today?

Fixing your smile you picked up your laptop from your knees and walked into the lion's den.

“Y/N! Always a pleasure, how is everything down in sales?”

You tried to keep your tone light but there was an undercurrent of sarcasm you couldn’t hide as you sat down opposite him. Unfortunately, you knew he loved it the bite in your words, “you mean since we had our roundtable yesterday morning? Still not great sir.”

Sir. There it was. That twinkle in his eye. All of the VP’s called him sir. It was the way things worked around here. But all of the other VP’s were men so none of them lured that smirk out of him when they said it.

“Hmm.” The sound was more like a moan than a confirmation and you fought to ignore it as he continued. “That is a shame. So, what is it you’ve come to see me about? Not that I mind the visit.”

“Well, actually I think we have an idea to trial that could potentially make a huge difference this quarter.”

You spun your laptop to face him and leaned forward over the desk. So engrossed in your explanation that you didn’t catch the way he looked at your chest as it was barely pushed against the tabletop. You launched into your work until he was finally looking at your face, clinging to your every word. You were impassioned and it showed. Once you were past the numbers you sat back, animated, hands flying about as you explained. This idea was nothing if you didn’t act quickly, you’d get VM and Marketing onside and you’d go to fifth and launch the sale yourself on Monday. You’d talk to Charlie in Digital and get her to co-launch an exclusive online sale for a double boost. If it worked it could be huge, the first store in the shopping district. The competition would be thrown. You’d never done it before but you needed all you needed from Michael was a yes to make it happen.

When you finished you were actually panting a little, your chest heaving from not having taken enough breaths, so you took a deep one to steady yourself as he leaned back in his chair. His signature mulling it over move. Nobody had the heart to tell him it made him look like a Mr. Burns wannabe. That wasn’t exactly something you told the boss. But Michael was smart, that’s how he was sitting in that seat in the first place, and he knew you were smart. He knew this was a good idea or you wouldn’t have brought it to him.

You knew you were going to get the ‘yes’ you just didn’t know how long he’d torture you before he gave it.

“It’s interesting…” He began. Oh ok. A little torture at least.

“It’s all we’ve got sir. I’m not playing the blame game but it’s obvious that Supply Chain issues are hitting hard and sales are what bring in this companies revenue. With this idea, we deplete stock in fifth, sure, but that store is sitting on the biggest stockpile anyway. This is a chance to get rid of all those nonmoving discontinued items before customers have a chance to spend their money anywhere else. Fifth clears some of their shelves ready for when Ops finally can deliver newness into them. Plus we’ll put on a promotion, make a sale purchase and get 10% off in September. We’ll have new stock by then and returning foot traffic. Sets us in good steed in our flagship store ready for the Holidays.”

By God, you were good.

He smirked, he knew you were too. He gets up from his desk faster than you anticipated him moving and did the dreaded, sit on the edge of his desk inches in front of you thing. Not at all inappropriate or weird to have your bosses crotch in front of your face while you look up at him from your chair.

“Obviously, I’m going to say yes. I’m not stupid enough not to.”

The sigh of relief that comes out of you shakes your entire body as you stand up, putting yourself at his height as he continues to lean.

“I know you’re confident about this Y/N but you need to be prepared if this goes wrong. Someone needs to be the fall guy here in case this bites us in the ass. This is our biggest store, as well as online, that you’re playing with.”

It’s a moment of sincerity you don’t often get from Michael. He maintains a strict facade with everyone in the weekly roundtables. It’s a warning obviously, but it’s still sincerity. Maybe that’s why your voice is soft and honest when you answer him.

“I know sir. This is all on me.”

He doesn’t know why he’s so mad. Nobody else seems in the slightest bit interested in what just happened and she’s all of their bosses too. He’d had a weird moment of worry when all the blinds in her office closed but then to see her come out and looking like that? She didn’t need to do that. She shouldn’t have to do that. He’d seen how peppy the idea had made her, like a goddam puppy. He’d given her one little sentence and she’d turned it into this whole plan backed up by numbers and arguments he hadn’t even thought of, she could sell it without reducing herself to… that.

But nobody else cared. If anything they seemed more concerned with the way he sat there grinding his teeth and typing loudly enough that everyone could hear each letter. None of them are stupid enough to ask him what’s wrong though.

It’s thirty grueling minutes before she comes back. Her cheeks are flushed and he hopes, he fucking hopes, it’s just relief. Surely she wouldn’t be smiling that wide if it was anything else. He may have only known her three weeks but she didn’t seem like she wanted to get ahead the sleazy way.

He can’t explain it but he can’t look at her again as she walks back to her office. Even as she stops on her way past and asks him to call Charlie and see if she’s free in an hour. He just nods, because he doesn’t know what will come out if he opens his mouth. He squints at his computer like he’s looking for the number, which he is looking for the number but he doesn’t normally exaggeratedly squint while he’s looking.

She doesn’t linger and her blinds open again as soon as she’s back in her sanctuary. The iced tea he made her is half drunk, ice melted now, but she sips it like it’s fresh from the fridge. Although he hadn’t made eye contact he does watch her on the edge of his vision for a few minutes. He watches the way she picks up the phone to someone and her face lights up as she chatters away. Maybe he’s only watching her because she’s still got her hair down around her face, he hasn’t seen that and it suits her. That’s it. He’s just distracted by the different look.

Distracted and still hoping it’s not what he thought.

Charlie’s assistant confirms she can fit her in at 2:45. Which scares him because it seems like a big enough day that it should already be nearing quitting time. Not that he has a quitting time, he quits when she does.

“Dean?”

That’s his cue. He wanders into your office and notices the still lingering smell of perfume that had wafted by him when you’d gone upstairs. It takes all his will not to let it set him off again. “Yes, Miss Y/L/N.”

He can tell she’s in a good mood because she insists, “please Y/N.” The few times in the past when she’s been frustrated she lets him call her by her last name without issue. “Anyway. We got the go ahead so I’ve got a hectic few days coming up. Did you check in with Charlie?”

“Yes, she can see you in forty-five.”

You roll your eyes playfully, “of course she can. Can’t be away from her super nerds,” if she notices the way his eyes bulge as she talks about the Digital team, she doesn’t falter. “She’s going to make me go to her. That’s fine. Ok, so I’ve sent him an email but I also need you to check in with Gabe while I’m talking to Charlie. I need marketing to cover the costs to expedite the promo materials, I will if we absolutely have to but really that’s their song and dance. I need you to block out my calendar for all of Monday morning until noon, I’ll be with Sabina in store launching the sale to the public. I’ll need the car to pick me up after. Also, I’ll be in store for a few hours on Sunday holding a team meeting with the sales associates. I know I have nothing booked but can you block out Sunday as well just in case someone tries to sneak something in.”

If he didn’t know any better she’d said that all on one breath but it’s so fluid that it’s hard to tell. He got the bullet points anyway, the direct orders and that’ll be enough. He’s so busy keeping up that he doesn’t even smile when she mentions blocking out Sunday. She’s the only one crazy enough to consider working then, nobody else will be ‘sneaking anything in’.

When she notices him stop typing he doesn’t have time to lift his head before she starts up again. Apparently, she only stopped for his benefit.

“Can you get me a new iced tea, please. And a menu for that ramen place in the village that I like. Oh, and are there any burning messages that need my attention?”

He holds back the groan that they’ll be having dinner here tonight. He’d had a date with that cute blonde from the coffee place a few blocks down and maybe he can push it back but that depends what time Y/N decides to leave. If there’s one thing he’s sure of it’s that he's in desperate need of getting some. But he puts it aside, rule number five hundred and something in the Y/N handbook, she’ll let you know by mid-afternoon if she's staying for dinner by asking for a menu.

“Nothing more important than what you’re working on. Just a message from Terry about his figures this week, a few meeting requests for next week, we can go over those later, and a message from Maddy for you to call her.”

He sees her perk up again at the last one and it curls the corner of his mouth as he reaches for the nearly empty glass and leaves.

When he gets back with the drink she’s laughing all free and easy but she spares a mouthed ‘thank you’ and a big smile for him as he sets the glass down.

Dean goes back to his desk to start blocking out her diary when he remembers that he was angry about something earlier.

Continue to Chapter Three