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I finished my sketch for Thundertober! This was really fun, I hope I can find some more time for the other days! @thunder-tober

18 Courage

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'Feels like forever since we've been together like this-...'

@thunder-tober Day prompt: 26 - Dinner Characters: Tracy family Word count: n/a

I feel like the Sims is so reluctant when it comes to having family meals together... Hence I was rather excited when the boys decided to actually sit around a table xD

(i don't remember where they were when i took this photo... and i really hope they didn't break into someone's house x'D)

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Thundertober Day 20: Thrusters

I am late but I started this on the 20th I promise :D

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Thundertober 2024 Day 21-24: Alternative prompt Fireworks

Here are some quick fireworks over Tracy Island!

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I might get back to the other prompts, as they sound fun, but I unfortunately have been busy the past few days so it has to wait :/

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My first time drawing the Thunderbirds!

I stumbled upon @thunder-tober 's challenge yesterday and wanted to give it a shot!

18: Courage

I thought of a lot of things related to Courage but I got stuck with Courage the cowardly dog, so IR got a call from a town called Nowhere ;)

I might work on it more later if I have time, but here is a quick scetch for now :)

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Thundertober Day 27: Flames

In which a lost bet led to Virgil having to paint some "cool flames" onto Thunderbird 4 :D

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Thundertober Day 25: Party

Virgils Birthday party but this time he managed to come home in time! This took me way longer than anticipated but it was fun!

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Thundertober Day 26: Dinner

From the 1966 movie, where Alan and Lady Penelope go to have dinner "alone" together :D

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'False silent treatment.'

@thunder-tober Day prompt: 8 / Alt prompt!: Silence Characters: Virgil Tracy, Thunderbird Two, (Scott Tracy) Word count: 620

Ignore the fact I went over 600 words with this one, shhhh >w> Multiple maintenance checks, and Virgil always overlooks the one thing that’s wrong with his Thunderbird. Having been so used to her silence, he might have forgotten her sentience made her vocal.

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His maintenance checks weren’t always made-up excuses, like some of his brothers thought.

Virgil was just particularly cautious when it came to his Thunderbird, even more so now that she was sentient. He might not have known how her new systems worked, but he always made sure to check up on her, just in case.

There was a routine. Virgil would come down to the hangars, humming, sometimes broken notes or a song he’d heard in passing. He’d run a diagnostic scan, then get to what needed fixing. Thunderbird Two remained in craft-mode on day one – she needed a refuel, and a recharge after those back-to-back rescues. Her pilot would ask her things, but she’d merely rumble back in response. Virgil never questioned it in the beginning. He didn’t know what was really wrong…

The second day both Scott and Virgil had come down to the hangars; eldest brother apologising profusely to the heavy lifter. They’d been blind sighted in the sky, and both Thunderbirds had managed to swing into each other; One almost being knocked out of the sky, and Two receiving a large scrape along her side that had stripped paint. Virgil kept insisting it was neither of their faults, but Scott knew how he felt about his craft, and still was guilty about it. Virgil had taken up a roller brush and a large tin of green paint to cover the scrape, looking over his ‘bird carefully.

“I know it’s not causing you any pain but, you’re not usually this quiet, Thunderbird Two,” he observed, prepping the brush. “Has, something else happened? … Did you and Thunderbird One have an argument?”

He knew that wasn’t true – the silver rocket wasn’t sentient. But as he waited for a response from his craft, his expression dropped a little when all he got was a rumble from her systems.

“Huh, not feeling up to chatting again? No worries; shouldn’t take me long to fix this.”

On the third day, it had become obvious that something was wrong. He’d come down every day since to check on her again, and it was still the same thing. Entering the hangar today, Virgil found Thunderbird Two finally transformed, sitting up near the module-storage with her arms resting over her midsection. Her pilot approached cautiously.

“I know you haven’t been ignoring me these past couple of days,” he started softly, feeling golden-orange optics scan over him. “What’s going on, Two? Why haven’t you tried to tell me?”

She lifted a hand, making sure he looked up, and pointed to her neck, mouthing what looked like ‘I can’t’ before giving him a small shrug. Brown eyes acknowledged her quizzically.

“Something wrong in-…? Wait, no… God, I wish I knew exactly how you worked…” Virgil rubbed the side of his head, unsure of what she’d tried to tell him. He had an idea, but-… If she were human, he’d assume maybe she had a sore throat, and had lost her voice. But then-… He looked up again to hear the Thunderbird tapping a finger against the insignia on her chest – a sound to get his attention – then pointed to her neck again, mouthing another word.

Malfunction.

“Vocal malfunction?” her pilot pieced together, and Thunderbird Two nodded. Virgil scoffed at himself. “Of course; I should have known that…! Sorry Two. Can’t believe I overlooked it so often-!”

As he made his way into the module-storage to find some tools, Thunderbird Two watched him go with a fond smile. She couldn’t blame him for not being quick to observe what was wrong, they’d all had a lot on their minds lately. In the end, she’d managed to get attention to it, and her silence would finally be broken.

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'Resetting energy levels.'

@thunder-tober Day prompt: 12 - Energy Characters: Scott Tracy, Thunderbird One Word count: 557

This one was fun to write >w< Poor Scott xD Sometimes all it takes to replenish one’s energy, is a well-deserved power nap-!

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Scott paced. Was he frustrated with her? No… He couldn’t be; not with her. It wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t his own fault either. He was on a drive, on a move to keep going. But without his Thunderbird… He looked up to where she’d rested by an outcropping, just able to fit under the rocky cliff. Her blue visor was dim. Her pilot knew she was tiring… He’d checked her fuel reserves, made sure they’d been topped out but, this was something else. Something from that shard… It had to be. Jumping down from the flat of rocks he’d been walking across, he jogged back over to his craft.

“So do we know there’s nothing I can get you? Something you can do? We can do even?” he inquired, absently pestering. They’d just completed a rescue, so he might have still ben high on adrenaline and was eager to get the next one. But of course, he had to help his ship first. “You’re not hurt, are you? I can do another scan-!”

“Captain.” Thunderbird One’s voice was clear, even in her seemingly exhausted state. She didn’t lift her head, visor flickering for a moment. She was quietly analysing the data that popped up, only half-understanding. Most of it was tied to the shard in her chest, and she tried her best to pick apart what she could make of that. Was she tired? She didn’t really know what exhaustion felt like, and usually a refuel had fixed any low energy she had before. But this was something different; something she couldn’t quite understand.

“I just, need a few minutes. I… can’t make sense of everything but, it’s going to take me a moment to figure out what's wrong.”

Scott took a step back, but gave a firm nod. Right… Still getting used to the sentience. Whatever she was doing, she’d need a minute to understand. No, he wasn’t frustrated.

“Just, let me know if there’s anything I can do,” he offered softly. The Thunderbird did slightly tilt her head at that.

“Comm John and let him know we might be just a little bit longer?”

He could do that. Thunderbird One laughed lightly when she noticed her pilot turn to do as asked, and went back to focusing on her data readouts. She tried matching the information to things she did understand – it did confirm she was exhausted, but it had to be something on top of that.

Her energy levels never got low out of the blue, and she’s never felt like this before. Machines didn’t get sick, not like humans did… Did MAX ever get sick…? She followed a pinging message, quietly settling offline as her systems followed that order. Scott turned back to her just in time to see her hand drop to her side, falling from where she’d held the side of her visor.

“One? You okay?” he asked, approaching her side curiously. The dimmed light of her visor and low hum from her systems was all he got in response. As he watched her, it was almost like a tiny lightbulb went off in his head, and he raised a hand to his comms with a soft chuckle. “Hey John, scratch that. You might want to redirect local authorities to this one.”

::Why Scott? What’s wrong?::

“My Thunderbird just fell asleep.”

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'Little adventures in Rescuing.'

@thunder-tober Day prompt: 14 - Cliffside Characters: Scott, Virgil, John and Jeff Tracy, Thunderbird One Word count: 720

Last minute entry in an idea that literally came to me last minute >w< This one’s a, different kind of ‘Tracys meet the Thunderbirds’ story… an AU outside of my AU, if you will x’D Another long one >w> but I’m totally okay with it <w<. A little race takes a turn when a fall over a cliff is involved. Someone they weren’t quite expecting comes to their rescue~.

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When you and you little brothers want to go adventuring, you go adventuring, just maybe making sure you stay in Dad’s eyeline. Following the leader wherever he may go~ Scott didn’t mean to lead them so far away…

He did at least stop when John called out to them. He turned to look back at Virgil, black hair slightly windswept from the run his younger brother had taken after him.

“You did good keeping up, Vee!” he praised.

“Yeah but, we gotta go back,” Virgil insisted, pointing back to where John was waiting a few paces away. “Johnny says he still can’t see Dad.”

“We won’t go too much farer!” Scott admitted, taking a few steps forward before he broke into a run again. His younger brother let out a noise that half sounded like a whimper and a groan, before following. John dropped his hand when he watched his older brothers run off, fidgeting with the sleeves of his sweater. Did he go after them? Or wait for Dad to catch up and come find him? He looked back in the direction they’d come, turquoise eyes scanning along the path before he made up his mind to go sit by a tree. He’d wait there.

“S-Scott! Slow down!” Virgil was calling after his brother; the two of them still in their run through the trees. “This is farer!”

“No it’s not!” Scott called back, turning a little to glance over his shoulder. “It’s the same! We-…!”

He was abruptly cut off when he stumbled on a tree root and tripped, letting out a soft cry of panic. Virgil was quick to stop before he ran into him, concern in his brown eyes when he found his big brother had ended up on the ground.

“You okay?”

“… Yeah,” the older softly huffed, taking his hand when he offered for help up. In their moment of pause, the two took a second to brush themselves off, sending dust and dirt off in small clouds as they patted down their clothes.

“John didn’t come with us?”

“Mn-mn. I tried to tell you,” Virgil insisted with a shake of his head. He watched as Scott started wandering again, but didn’t make a move to go after him. “Come on, we gotta go back, Scotty…”

“Just, a little longer…” Scott mumbled, slowing down his wandering as he approached the clearing on the other side of the trees. Virgil begrudgingly followed, speeding up to catch and pull his brother back when he stepped to the cliffside. There was a river running below them, and a waterfall off in the distance… possibly the one they’d recently had a picnic at.

“Can we go back now?” Virgil urged.

Scott was peering over the side of the cliff, as best he could without leaning out too far, trying to get a better look at something. He almost hadn’t heard his younger brother’s question. He just, couldn’t quite see-…

“Scott!”

Virgil had let out a soft gasp as he watched his brother slip, tried to grab him, but they’d both been pulled down by gravity. Scott clung to his little brother, but there was nothing else to grab on to…

It had happened so fast, but suddenly their fall was cut short; both still landing slightly harshly on the surface underneath them. With a tight grip still on Virgil, Scott blinked, looking up at the shadow cast over them. He could only squeak out a gasp.

“Are you alright, little ones? You’re lucky I was here.” Visored eyes watched them; the silver rocket keeping her tone low as she scanned over them. “Wasn’t too much of a fall hm? Could have been worse if I hadn’t spotted you.”

“Giant rocket lady…” Scott mouthed in a whisper. Virgil carefully unburied himself from his brother’s side, peering round to see who had spoken; brown eyes widening.   

“Who…?”

“Scott! Virgil!” Dad had come running; Dad had heard them! Dad was here, and he’d brought John, who’d been gripping onto his back for dear life when he’d started sprinting at the sound of a scream. Chest heaving to get his breathing back under control, he stared astounded at the scene before them. “What…?”

Scott merely sat up in the rocket’s hands; a wide grin spreading across his lips. “Can we keep her!?!”   

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'Song of Memory.'

@thunder-tober Day prompt: 23- Song Characters: Virgil Tracy, Thunderbird Two Word count: 585

Everyone has a song that reminds them of a loved one that’s passed, or one they associate with that person – their song. Haven’t mentioned the song in particular; gonna leave that up to reader’s interpretation <3 During a maintenance check, Thunderbird Two asks Virgil about the song he’s humming. She finds out it has deeper meaning than she thought.

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“What are you humming?”

Virgil had expected the question by now. He’d make some sort of musical noise to pass the time during maintenance. And his Thunderbird would always inquire the melodies. He personally loved her curiosities in music, one day promising to play her a few tunes from the piano.

“Just a song…” he started, glimpsing over one of the scans as he walked past.

“Captain, it’s not ‘just a song’,” Thunderbird Two lightly poked. She had been listening; it definitely wasn’t just all that. Virgil softly scoffed.

“If you’d let me finish… It’s, just a song I used to listen to with my mother… It’s her song.”

The Thunderbird quietened at that, softening her engines as best she could out of courtesy. She hadn’t quite been expecting that answer... She hadn’t heard much about the boys’ mother – they rarely spoke about her at all. But she did know they’d all been fairly young when she had passed. Being a machine, Thunderbird Two didn’t quite understand the feeling of loss, but she had to imagine it hurt something awful…

“Sorry…”

“You’re fine, Two,” Virgil reassured, a soft chuckle escaped his lips as he paced her module. “I know I… we don’t talk about her as much as we do Dad but, we definitely should. I feel like, some of us are starting to forget her…”

He turned to input a few details into the monitor behind him, frowning at some of the data already on the screen. Well that was something he’d have to get Brains to check later… Fingers swiftly moved as he typed, and he started to hum again unconsciously.

“It sounds like it’s a sad song…” Thunderbird Two spoke up suddenly, softly. She didn’t mean to keep interrupting him; she wanted to hear the whole song out. But, something felt different about this song, and know that she knew it related to his mother, her curiosity was getting the best of her. Unnatural for a ship, but not a Thunderbird.

“Can you, tell me some things about her? Your mother?”

Virgil lifted his hands from the keys, breath caught in his throat as he paused. He then swiftly put in another command and moved away from the monitor, leaning up against the side of the module as he exhaled.

“She’s who encouraged my musical talent, you know… She’d be at the piano at any given opportunity, plunking for inspiration or playing a few notes of a song,” he started, tilting his head back a little as he spoke. “This song in particular, it was by one of her favourite artists. She taught herself the piano track to it, and would sing it to us before she tucked us into bed. It’s, not so much sad, as it is, reflective, in a way.”

Thunderbird Two listened intently, playing the song silently along her processor so she could try and picture what her pilot described. She could only imagine…

“I’d sit with her when she played; sometimes John was with us… She taught me right-hand, then left, but for some reason I struggled so much to put it together at first.” The laugh that left her pilot’s lips had the Thunderbird rumbling softly. He didn’t have to, but she was glad she’d gotten him talking. The conversations they had between each other during her maintenance checks did always seem to make them go faster.

“Maybe… Maybe I can play it for you one day, Thunderbird Two…”

“I’d like that, captain… Thank you.”

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'The ole' switcharoo~.'

@thunder-tober Day prompt: 18 / Alt prompt!: Curse Characters: Gordon Tracy, Thunderbird Four Word count: 600

… Now, this one’s a bit random but, you gotta trust me! xD I had a plot, and I wanted to write it out, so here we go. I had fun writing it eitherway-! >w< A sparked malfunction with Gordon’s cybersleeve causes him and Thunderbird Four to swap minds. Neither can decide if it’s an experience, or a curse. *From Four’s point-of-view!*

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Sentience is one thing I can get used to several times over. I’ve had it so long it now feels like it’s been forever. This… This could take a little bit longer…

I wasn’t expecting to pull myself out of recharge today and online my optics to the inside of the villa... I inhaled sharply, and almost choked when I realised what I’d done. Wait no… Is that what it was? Yes… I took an easier breath, finding the rhythm and looked around myself, glancing at the room with curiosity. There was no mistaking I was in my pilot’s room… and that meant-… I kicked off the covers and ran to the closest room where I could see myself, almost tripping over my feet in the process. Ohhh, I was not used to that… It, was the same as I was used to, right? Just… with a shift in… everything… I made it to where I wanted to go without casualty, and only half-expected what I saw.

Gordon was staring back at me, amber eyes wide in concern. I extended a hand to rest it against the reflection, watching as he moved with me, and made a soft noise of disdain. Just… what had happened…?

“Thunderbird Four!”

I spun around to face the first holographic I could find. It was so weird to be looking at yourself when you weren’t in your body…

“Could you, come down to the hangar? Like, now!?”

“I’ll try not to trip on my way down,” I teased, realising he’d probably had just as much struggle as I’d had. Was that his positivity I was projecting on? Maybe… Down in the hangar before he’d had a chance to urge me on again (and had tripped. Luckily I avoided unwanted attention). Gordon was sat beside my tank, arms clutched around his knees. Reading my… his sea-green optics was enough to figure out he was scared. What did he usually do when he was calming me down…?

“Now you know how I feel,” I humoured softly as I approached, treading lightly as best I could. “…Have any of your brothers come down yet?”

“No,” he responded rather quickly. “But I… wouldn’t have minded if they did! …Probably. I called you first cause… you know… but, yeah! I-… ngh Four, what do we do!?”

“Stay calm for one… just like you always tell me,” I commanded gently, stopping at his side to look up at him. Now that felt weird… “First things first, let’s figure out how this might have happened, okay? I’m you; a small, human, Tracy boy, and you’re, me-…”

“A giant, confused, concerned, transforming Thunderbird… I don’t-… Why us, Thunderbird Four?!”

“I don’t know either, but we’ve gotta sort this out okay?!”

I didn’t mean to raise my voice. We both fell quiet when we noticed. My pilot looked down at me, and I back at him. This was something neither of us had the answers to, and it was scary! I glanced down at my arm, gaze trailing over the cybersleeve the aquanaut had grown so conscious of. It had to be something to do with that… right? What other contraption would cause a human to swap minds with a machine?

“Just like figuring out my sentience… we’ll figure this out too,” I started after taking a breath, stepping up to place both hands on Gordon’s plating. His gaze shifted when he felt my touch. “Whether this is a weird dream, or… or some unexplained curse, we will get to the bottom of it. Just, gotta figure out the happenings, right?”

“… Right. Thanks, Four.”

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'Sentience ain't all fun and games...'

@thunder-tober Day prompt: 10 - Speed Characters: Alan Tracy, Thunderbird Three Word count: 570

Hhhhhhhhh, I hate how much I struggled to write this one >w< but! Of course, not all stories are going to be easy to write – such is the life of a creative writer <w< I’ve also based this like, early season 1 so, Alan’s a lil bit inexperienced and brash; don’t mind him >w> Alan persuades his brothers to use Thunderbird Three for a ground-mission… which doesn’t go exactly as planned.

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“I can’t believe you thought that was a good idea… How did they even let you think it was a good idea?!”

Alan opened his mouth to reply, but his words were lost on his tongue. He’d come back down to the hangar to check in with his ship, half expecting a few words of discouragement from him, but Thunderbird Three sounded genuinely upset with him. He did have a sprained wrist to answer for it…

The Thunderbird let out a quiet huff through his vents. “I know I haven’t been sentient very long, and yes, it’s cool and all but... Trying to get to the danger zone before Thunderbird One is, not an excuse to test out what I can do.”

“I just wanted to help…” the astronaut murmured, finally finding a chance to say something. He felt so small tucked against his Thunderbird’s thruster, but it was the only way they could hear each other, without the youngest Tracy having to climb back into the cockpit. The upside was, it was still warm from them being out on a rescue… A sigh drawled from the Thunderbird’s systems.

“I know… Sorry… I’ll admit, I want to test my new limits now too but, we can’t do that at every opportunity,” he explained, rocking the slightest on his refuelling pad to make sure the locks clicked into place. Their little test drive had used up half of his fuel reserves, and he didn’t want to risk being half-empty if they were called out again. “If a rescue calls for speed, or heavy lifting, we already have two Thunderbirds perfectly capable of that. I was built for space missions...”

Alan knew that. Scott had reminded him of it too. He’d just thought, now with his Thunderbird’s sentience, they could be a little bit more useful on missions… Of course, yes, there was the fact his craft was a spacecraft… He tilted his head back, blue eyes trailing up the side of his Thunderbird as he nursed his wrist to his middle.

“… Wasn’t it just a little bit cool to tow that cargo ship though?”

“No.” Thunderbird Three had been rather abrupt with his answer, and there was no way he was admitting out loud that actually, yes, it was a bit cool. The nosedive he’d taken into the water hadn’t been… “We were going too fast for it to be considered safe anyway.”

“Since when have you ever worried about that?” Alan snorted; the craft not being able to tell if he was humoured or annoyed. “You’re always breaking your own rules, Three!”

“When we’re in space…” the rocket grumbled. It wasn’t just their speed he’d been concerned about… His manoeuvrability had been rather shoddy too, and while yes he was fast, he was a lot bigger than Thunderbird One… His pilot could have come away with a lot worse than a sprained wrist had his nosedive not been as controlled as he’d made it… “You know, you worry me sometimes, captain…”

“Makes sense. I’m still ‘just a kid’ after all…”

“That’s not what I-…”

Thunderbird Three quietened when he no longer felt the small of his pilot against his frame, settling a little straighter on his refuelling pad. Had he been too harsh…? He was still trying to figure out everything that came with being sentient… Maybe he should ask for pointers from his pilot’s older brothers at some point…

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'She's mine as much as I'm hers.'

@thunder-tober Day Prompt: 28 - Nightmare Characters: Thunderbird One, Scott Tracy Word count: 585

Thundertober catch-up, part 3! >w< I've actually had some of this tucked away as a WIP for a while. Was nice to finally write it into something c: It's not the first time Scott's had nightmares about his Thunderbird...

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He headed into the lounge, moonlight bathing the room with a soft glow. But he knew his destination. Scott approached the sconce lights, pulled one down, and was soon on his way to the hangar. The walls of the elevator went by in a blur, and it wasn’t til Scott was on the gangway did he remember to breath again.

That scene of his nightmare just kept playing over and over…

He looked up, and blue eyes sought his Thunderbird. There she stood in the hangar, in her robot-form, studying something in her hands. She hadn’t heard him come down, but she was close enough to the platform her pilot could reach out and brush a hand against cahelium if he so chose to.

“Thunderbird One?” he instead called softly. Hidden optics shifted behind her visor as the rocket found the owner of the voice, taking a half-step over to approach her pilot.

“Is everything okay, captain?” she asked. She knew the time – Scott was usually awake now, but never down here. She hadn’t heard the klaxon tone either so, no rescue…? Why would he have come down to her…? “Did you need-…?”

“Just wanted to see you,” Scott lied, leaning against a railing. He should have told her about it… He should have, but he couldn’t bring himself to. He’d worried himself; he shouldn’t have to worry her too. “Needed a little company not of the human kind.”

Thunderbird One tilted her head slightly. It wasn’t often that the eldest Tracy sought company in herself, especially where his brothers were concerned. It was just, he hadn’t come to her in a while…

She didn’t need to crouch, but tentatively placed a hand by the platform in case. She knew the first responder liked to hoist himself in places to be closer to her when they spoke. Scott didn’t move at first.

“Is it about the rescue today?”

He could understand why she’d ask. He’d fumbled, feeling too confident in his own actions, and almost cost them the mission. Scott ran a hand through his hair, and let out a soft sigh.

“No its… It’s about you, One…”

The Thunderbird rumbled softly in concern.

“Just some, silly nightmare… that’s keeping me awake worse than it should…” her pilot then continued, making that move to climb onto her hand. The world shifted as she held him close, listening. “I… never thought I’d, ever have dreams about losing you… well, you as you are, but it’s happened… Someone was after you.”  

Thunderbird One let out a soft vent of air, and was consciously reminded of the shard embedded into her systems. Why else would anyone be after her…

“… You remember, when the Hood divided us, and took control of the island?”

“Never forgotten it…” the craft admitted softly, feeling her pilot’s gaze drift upwards as he turned to look at her. “It was horrible, captain… I know you probably felt something terrible about watching me take off without you but… but I-… I had thought my sentience would override the autopilot, but it just-… But that moment…? I’ve gotten so used to having my own control, my own thoughts… I never want to be in someone else’s control, ever again…”

The small of Scott’s hand brushed against her armour, causing the Thunderbird to fall quiet, stopping her train of thought. It was just a nightmare… all in their heads… It wasn’t real… right?

“I’m not losing you…” Scott murmured. “Not now… not then. Not ever.”

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'I am no Cybertronian...'

@thunder-tober Day Prompt: 1 - Trouble (combined with day 2 - Protection) Characters: Virgil Tracy, Thunderbird Two Word count: 570

I really wanted to write at least one crossover with a Transformer, and this felt like the perfect opportunity >w< alas, I may be slightly rusty with this one, but anyway x'D He wants something from them. Thunderbird Two won't let him get it. Virgil's just trying not to get stepped on...! (who 'he' is? that's up to the reader's imagination~)

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“I have no idea of anything you just said…”

“What’s this? Trying to protect him? What are you going to do? Fight me!?”

Virgil pushed himself off the ground. He had to get up, had to get away. His body ached from that fall, but he managed to find his feet to drag himself out of harm’s way. This robot had come out of nowhere, and it certainly wasn’t anything like they’d seen. Thunderbird Two hadn’t had much time to react when she’d suddenly been barrelled into, and unfortunately lost her grip on her pilot. She missed being able to check if he was okay before being assaulted again… Dust was stirred around them as Virgil slipped away, ducking to hide behind a large rock cropping but still keep watch of his Thunderbird. The 'trouble' that had been reported turned out to be a trap, it seemed…

::I can be there in 10 minutes… Virgil, what the hell’s going on?!::

“Hate to shut you down, Scott, but I don’t want anyone else over here at the moment!” second-eldest protested, flattening himself against the rock when the two 'bots approached his position, just missing his hiding spot by mere inches. “I’m having a hard enough time solo as is-!”

He winced at scraping metal, shifting his gaze to look up. Thunderbird Two had a hand twisted around the other robot’s wing; VTOLs on her shoulders flaring as she kept her balance. The flier could only smirk, keeping his blaster pointed at a spot between her optics.

“Impressive. Are you sure you’re not Cybertronian-?”

“Shut up,” the cargo ship ground out. Rescue vehicle aside, she wasn’t letting him touch her pilot. She’d do her best to protect him from this threat, no matter what. “You made a mistake going after him.”

“To get to you, of course. And you’ve responded so well,” came the sneered response; the more lithe of the two behemoths still clearly uncomfortable in her grip.

“You’re quite insistent, even though I still have absolutely no idea what a Cybertronian is…”

Another resounding clang of metal on cahelium, and Virgil had to shield himself as the sound thundered around him. Just when he thought he’d been safe, he’d ended up in the middle of their squabble again. Without a second thought, he got to his feet and ran.

“No..! Captain!”

He’d stumbled at the cry, but Thunderbird Two had been quicker. Her attacker had spun out of her grip and made a reach for her pilot, but the green craft had managed to catch his other wing and yank him aside, upsetting a shot into the rock-side. Virgil paced back as far as he could before he stopped running and turned back to watch them. John was calling his name through the comms, but was deafly ignored. Thunderbird Two hauled the smaller robot up by a crook in his armour, half-minding his flails and attempts to win back the upper hand.

“You’re just a piece of worthless Earth technology! A mindless machine! … Unhand me, you… you…!”

“If you call me a Cybertronian one more time, I will tear your wings off…” Two muttered. But she wouldn’t, because it wasn’t in her spark to. The threat felt good to call though. She then narrowed her optics, giving the Decepticon a hard shake. “I’m a Thunderbird of International Rescue, and no one gets in the way of us doing our job.”