I Am Sorry.

Please write a part 2!! Fix poor Gordo!!!!!!!!

Malfunction

A ficlet for @misssquidtracy, as she challenged me to Gordon and decompression sickness. 

Mild cursing because sometimes life calls for it.

Hope you enjoy and sorry Gordo…..it’s just not your day!

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“Thunderbird Four to Thunderbird Five. John, do you read me?” Gordon called, as he continued to survey the disconcerting readouts in front of him.

“Reading you, Gordon. Aren’t getting bored, are you?” the space monitor quipped.

“Not a chance,” Gordon smirked at his older brother’s holographic form. “John, can you do me a favor and run a diagnostic on Four?”

“What’s going on?” John immediately was all business as he began pulling up his systems.

“I’m not sure,” Gordon admitted. “My electrical board is going haywire.”

John began scanning Thunderbird 4 while also alerting the Island of their situation. If something was wrong with Thunderbird 4, they needed to get Thunderbird 2 out to him right away. “I’m scanning now. Anything else I need to be aware of?”

“Everything else appears to be hunky-dory. I still had one more day out here before Virg was supposed to come to pick me up,” Gordon frowned as he looked out into the vast ocean in front of him. He was enjoying some alone time along the ocean floor as he did some research of his own, testing out their equipment and ways to enhance water rescues.

“Looks like your trip is about to be cut short, Gords,” John replied glumly. “I’m not reading any failures aboard Four. I should be picking up what you’re seeing.”

“John, what’s going on?” Scott’s voice commanded across the coms.

Gordon noticed the worried holographic forms of his two eldest brothers appear.

“Gordon is reporting what appears to be an electrical malfunction on Thunderbird Four,” John reported as he continued to do a more in-depth scan of the submarine craft as well as any anomalies in the ship’s vicinity.

“Gordon, are you okay?” Virgil’s deep voice registered.

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Head empty, no thoughts, only 🌙✨MOON KNIGHT✨🌙

@lenle-g said:

Happy Birthday Lovely!!!!!! Hope you have a fantastic day!!! <333

Layla is absolutely incredible and I would die for her.

I have a fabulous costume in mind

No no no what are you doing to poor Virg!

The Tattoo (Part one)

Okay, this one is purely @vegetacide​ ‘s fault. She suggested a plotline. I volunteered to write it.

And because it involves both of us, it is Virgil!whump :D Though admittedly the Virgil!whump is only a plot device to lead to the main part of the story, but somehow I managed to write 1880 words of it anyway.

Warnings: Language warning for the first line. Virg was under some strain at that moment. Non-graphic whump.

Many thanks to @vegetacide​ @scribbles97​ and @i-am-chidorixblossom​ for readthroughs and various cheerleading :D ::hugs you lots::

I hope you enjoy it.

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“Fuck!”

Virgil closed his eyes and tried not to puke.

Even without sight, he could sense the hangar spinning around him. He had to swallow repeatedly as his left arm and shoulder, tangled above him, screamed.

His head spun in the opposite direction to the hangar and he had to swallow again.

But he had to open his eyes.

Had to.

So, he did.

The rock walls spun slowly past him. So familiar, just not from this angle.

Ow.

Ow.

Shit.

The air was cool over the heat in his skin. He looked down. It was a mistake and he had to force his stomach under control again as the concrete floor and his toolkit, so far below, danced in and out of focus.

It was his safety line that had saved him from joining his tools.

He let out a painfilled breath.

It was a bat. A damned bat that must have found Two’s tail plane a convenient place to roost overnight, but had objected to Virgil’s intrusion. It had flown at him in a panic. He hadn’t expected it, had reacted badly, took a misstep, and over he went.

The world still lazily rotated past.

Carefully, he looked up at his arm, almost afraid to see what he would find. He could guess by the amount of pain he was in, but confirmation was going to suck.

Backlit by the overhead light shaft and the red of Two’s rear thrusters, the safety line was looped around his wrist, cutting the circulation off to his hand. Every joint in the limb all the way down to his shoulder was screaming.

Because it wasn’t the carbine at his waist that had taken his sudden wrenching halt mid-air, it was his arm.

He let out a groan. There was no doubt that he had likely dislocated his shoulder again. The pain was far too familiar for it to be anything else.

He let another moment pass before gathering himself. He couldn’t stay here. The thought of his brothers finding him like this was embarrassing. Gordon was never going to let it go.

So bats weren’t one of his favourite animals. Sure, they could be considered cute, in a snarly kind of way, but Virgil had never liked their smell or their ability to scare the living crap out of him.

Just like this.

Gordon was going to laugh his ass off.

Falling off his own Thunderbird because of a stupid bat.

The world continued its lazy spin.

He forced himself to focus. He could retract the safety line. This would pull him back up to Two and he should be able to clamber onto her fuselage and make it back to her overhead hatch.

But first he had to untangle his arm.

This was going to hurt.

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Wish Everyone Happy Thunderbirds Day!

...and I just realised that I parroted @misssquidtracy​ almost word-for-word for that starting part.

...oops.

So far today I’ve managed to spill a full cup of coffee all over my desk, leg, notebook and floor, and have killer cramps.

It is definitely a mug cake kinda day.

That is very true....

Buddy Prendergast

Out of curiosity, I was just wondering if it was established about how Buddy lost his leg?

I have an idea ... but I'm saving it for the final Whumptober 2020 prompt ... hopefully managing to incorporate a few prompts in the one story.

Um, a little (very) late, but still active for John! (And kinda Virg now too, ngl)

Thunderfam role call!

Just reblog "here" or 🤚 if you're still active (at any level) in the fandom 😋