Jade Tracy

Like father, like daughter... or something!  (RP / Side account for TAG OC - Jade Tracy)

[jade-tracy-is-go]

Hi everyone!

My name is Jade Tracy, and this is my blog!

You probably don't know me, but here's a pic of me with my Dad:

His name is Scott Tracy, and he pilots the fastest, coolest thing ever - Thunderbird 1! 💙 (One day, that's going to be my craft to pilot too... but don't tell anyone I said that...!)

It's nice to meet you - I hope I get to meet more of the amazing Thunderfam soon! 💙

F.A.B. 💙

[sugar-fiend]

Gong Hei Fat Choi!

Wishing all of my family and friends all the best this Year of the Snake: Love, good health, luck and prosperity 🥰🐍🧧🍊❤️🏮

[jade-tracy-is-go]

Happy Year of the Snake, everyone! 🥰🥰🥰

Except to you, Hood. Because you're a bad snake 😡

[idontknowreallywhy]

Thunderfam question:

What does Virg use on his hair?

Canonically Scott uses Super Shiny Gel (and by extrapolation from that scene, Virgil does not)

I made the mistake of googling and it turns out there are a LOT of options… so heeeelp meeee:

Virgil’s Haircare

Hair Spray

Hair Wax

Pomade

Mousse

Gel (other than super shiny)

Hair ‘clay’

PVA Glue

Concrete

Its actually an impressive wig

Something else / Who is Virgil?

Voting ended onJul 19, 2024

[womble1]

Gorilla glue

[gumnut-logic]

Engine grease. He’s actually blond like Gordon 😁💚

[misstb2]

😅😅😅

[idontknowreallywhy]

Alright, who voted wig?

[jade-tracy-is-go]

I know and I've been sworn to secrecry 🤫

[hebuiltfive]

2004 Penelope in TOS Penelope’s best dress.

I used a still from the ‘04 film as the base and then changed out the dress. Ignore the awful shading (I still struggle with faces, why are they so hard to capture?) but I spent the last couple of days on this and wanted to share!

[jade-tracy-is-go]

This is great!

[sugar-fiend]

Welp... currently binge watching CSI (again) and now wondering how Scott and the others would react if @jade-tracy-is-go got kidnapped...

But I'm only just getting over my writer's block, and have no idea where to start...

🙃

[jade-tracy-is-go]

EXCUSE ME????!!! 😲

[jade-tracy-is-go]

Happy Father's Day, Dad!

You're the best! 💙💙💙💙💙

[selene-tempest]

Legit how it happened @jade-tracy-is-go

[jade-tracy-is-go]

Best. Aunt. Ever! 💙💙💙💙💙💙

[jade-tracy-is-go]

Happy birthday, Dad! 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

I love you more than you love apple pies! 🥰

[sugar-fiend]

March of the OCs is here and I am finally able to take part with my TAG OC @jade-tracy-is-go 💙

She's popped up in a couple of fics:

Apples and Trees

The Captive

Don't do This by @seathesilverlinings

Trap by @janetm74

With more on the way.

I would really like to write more with Jade - especially this month in particular - but struggling a bit with some prompts / inspiration, so if anyone would like to sling some my way - or would like to borrow Jade for one of their fics, please drop me a DM, Ask, etc! 💙

Happy March of the OCs, everyone!

F.A.B. 💙

[jade-tracy-is-go]

[sugar-fiend]

Last week was a bit of a trainwreck, so I didn't get a chance to post a WIP Wednesday.

This week's been crazy busy as well - having been left in charge of the whole second floor at work for the week - but I did manage to carry on with a WIP, and considering this month is March of the OCs, I figured I should actually get something with @jade-tracy-is-go out...

"I know," Virgil offered her a comforting smile as he finished tying the last suture off. "It's just his crazy way of thinking." Jade did not seem convinced. "Yeah, but he said I needed to be more careful." Virgil let out an amused snort as he reached for the drawer that contained assorted dressings and bandages. His niece tilted her head questioningly. "Don't worry," Virgil snuggled at her, unwrapping some gauze. "It's just that those words are extremely ironic coming from your father." Jade did not say anything, but Virgil could see the flash of curiosity in her blue-green eyes. "If you ever get time to look through the old report archives, you'll see what I mean," he supplied. "Your Dad used to be the antithesis of being careful."

How you liked it!

F.A.B. 💙

[janetm74]

Bahahahahaha

[thundergeek59]

The antithesis of careful. So true. Like father like daughter!

[jade-tracy-is-go]

.... .... *Sneezes*

O.o;

[janetm74fics]

Febuwhump Ask prompt!

#24 with OC Jade and either her dad Scott, or Uncle Virgil. I'll leave it up to you :)

Thanks so much 💙

Trap

@febuwhump day 24: “I’m Doing This Because I Care About You”

~

A chill ran up his spine.

Scott cursed. And then immediately regretted it when a sing-song voice came over the comms.

‘Oooh, swearing! I’m so going to tell Grandpa and Grammy on you! Unless…’

‘Unless what, Jade?’

‘Unless you let me fly One home!’

Scot groaned even as the comms erupted in laughter from his brothers. Telling Dad was one thing. Telling Grandma, however…it was that or flying One. He sighed. Seventeen years and still he couldn’t get one past his daughter. Thankful that both oldest Tracys were currently not at home and therefore not on the comms Scott sighed.

‘Ok, barring any issues you can fly One home, sweetheart.’

‘Thank you, Daddy! A pleasure doing business with you.’

He ignored the continued laughter.  Scott knew his own time would come to laugh at his brothers when their children were also on rescues.

Suddenly a chill flashed up his spine and Scott bit his lip. All his life he’d listened to his gut and it had saved him countless times. He frowned and called John on a one-to-one comm-only call.

‘John.’

‘Scott? What’s up?’

‘I got a feeling. Can you double-check for me.’

‘FAB, Scott.’

John cut comms and Scott sighed, thankful that the decades of working so closely together had given them confidence in each other’s gut feelings. Whether that was his Scooter Sense or Gordon’s Squid Sense they had learnt not to mistrust those feelings.

His Scooter Sense was strong suddenly. But then hands were massaging his shoulders and he cracked a smile.

‘You’re awfully tense all of a sudden, Dad.’

‘Just getting ready, Jade. We’re almost there.’ He patted her hand. ‘Thanks sweetheart.’

John came back on the private line.

‘Checked and double-checked as much as I can. Do you want me to let the others know?’

‘I’ll do it now. How long until Two arrives?’

’20 minutes, Scott.’

‘FAB, John. Switching to open comms now.’

‘FAB, Scott.’

‘Guys, Jade and I are almost there. Gordon, how’s your Squid Sense?’

‘Scott?’

‘Just – stay alert, everyone. My Scooter Sense is tingling.’

There was no laughter to that, just a chorus of FAB’s as Scott flew One over the disaster site for an extra scan before landing as close by as possible before he and his daughter descended to the rubble of the Mall.

The mall, on the outskirts of a trio of small towns, had thankfully collapsed at night, where only a small army of night workers were present rather than the usual daily influx of shoppers. But there didn’t seem to be a good reason for that collapse. Virgil had made suggestions of age plus corners cut during building, but while that was a reasonable – and probably accurate – conclusion, Scott still felt uneasy.

It was definitely an explosion of some kind. That they couldn’t identify it would have screamed Chaos Crew had they still been in operation. Whoever was behind this - *if* someone was behind this – Scott knew that they’d find out soon.

They split into three teams. Scott and Jade took the east wing, Gordon and Alan took the west and Virgil concentrated on the centre. Scott had obviously taken the worst section for himself, despite Jade being with him, safe in the knowledge that with the other two areas less damaged his brothers would soon be joining them.

Scott never failed to appreciate how smoothly he worked together with Jade. When it was first discussed about his daughter joining them all his heart had been torn. He was terrified of losing her like…he had ruthlessly pushed that thought down. It was bad enough that he had witnessed his brothers get countless injuries, the thought that one day that could be Jade…

But just like Alan she aced every sim, trained really hard, and in the end Scott had never regretted making her part of the team.

Scott sifted rubble, pulling people from the rubble as they went. There was one shop whose floor had fallen as a whole and was practically level, so they used it as a triage area where Jade stayed.

The first few people hadn’t been too badly injured – abrasions and a few broken bones plus most had concussions – and while the injuries were not too bad Scott pulled out the people while Jade treated them. 

Once the easy-to-reach people had been found and all in the triage area were treated as best as their limited medpacks could help Jade joined with her father and they worked methodically.

‘Scott?’

‘John?’

‘Where you are there is a void just ahead of you. I’m getting one life sign in there. There are no others in your immediate area.’

‘FAB John. We’re almost through.’

Of course that was the moment another explosion tore through the building.

It wasn’t a huge one but Scott came to with his ears ringing and his helmet plexiglass shattered. His brothers were screaming in his ear. Scott’s heart raced as he didn’t hear Jade’s voice. He tried to move only to realise he was wrapped around something.

Somehow he had managed to wrap himself around his daughter and as she shifted in his arms he felt the tension loosen just a little. Scott let go and Jade wiggled out of his hold.

‘Are you hurt, Kiddo?’

‘N-no, Dad. Just bruised.’

He watched as she stood up and dusted herself down, relieved that she didn’t seem to be lying about that. Just as she turned to help him Virgil burst through the rubble beside her.

‘Scott! Jade! Are you alright?’

‘I’m fine but Dad seems to be stuck.’

They all looked at Scott’s ankle. It appeared to be trapped between a pipe and the rubble, and even as he tried to move it Scott realised he was, indeed, trapped there. He pushed up carefully until he was kneeling before the joint screamed at him to stop.

‘That’s as far as I can go.’

‘No worries, Scott. I’ll have you out of there in a…’

‘Well, well, well. I cannot tell you the number of sweet dreams I have had that involved seeing you, Scott Tracy, on your knees before me.’

They all froze as the life sign materialised in front of them. Of course the Hood was there. They were so used to him turning up that it didn’t surprise them at all anymore. Nor did the gun that was unwaveringly aimed at Scott. 

‘Sweet dreams indeed! Now, I suggest if you all want to stay whole you do exactly as I say and stay where you are.’

Despite the command Virgil immediately pulled Jade behind him.  The Hood tutted.

‘Not very good at following orders, are you *Virgil*. Daddy will be so displeased.’

‘What do you want, Hood?’

‘What I’ve always wanted. Your machines, your head on a platter, Scott. And the chance to talk to my –‘

Whatever he was about to say was cut off with a grunt. As the Hood had turned to face Virgil and Jade Scott fired his grapple gun, hitting the man hard in the stomach. Hard enough that he doubled over.

There were secrets that the Hood would have delighted to spill that at the moment Scott wasn’t ready for his daughter to hear, and he yelled at his brother.

‘Get her out of here, Virgil!’

Virgil didn’t need telling twice. He grabbed Jade even as she started to take a step towards her father, pulling her back to the entrance he’d made even as the Hood got shakily to his feet.

‘NO! No – Dad!’

‘Jade, come on. We gotta go.’

The growl of anger from the Hood had Virgil pulling harder. He knew that the man was not above hurting his own family if they stood in his way, and there was no way he’d let that happen to his niece. Still Jade struggled to get to her father.

‘No, Uncle Vee – please. Dad – we can’t leave Dad!’

‘I’m doing this because I care about you. Your Dad can handle himself. Now, come on!’

‘No! I won’t leave him!’

‘We don’t have a choice!’

With that Virgil heaved Jade over his shoulder and ran, ignoring her screams.

They both froze, however, at the sound of the gun going off.

[sugar-fiend]

OMG thank you so much!!!! And thanks for using @jade-tracy-is-go - you wrote her so well 💙

She ain't gonna be happy though!!

[jade-tracy-is-go]

..... Lemmie at him!

LEMMIE AT HIM!!! 🤬😡🤬😡🤬😡

[sugar-fiend]

Fab Five Feb 2024 - Week 3 - The Captive

Using the prompts 'Hazy / "My brothers?" / Smirk' from Nutty's FabFiveFeb Week 3 writing challenge on Tumblr! Thanks for organising, @gumnut-logic! :)

This one was a challenge for me - I'm not used to writing John - and I even struggled to come up with a title for this fic ^^!

This does contain two OCs - @selene-tempest belongs to @willow-salix , and @jade-tracy-is-go is my TAG OC (please see 'Apples and Trees' for Jade's first debut)

Please see below the cut for the full fic.

Alternatively, if you fancy reading on AO3, here's the link 💙

F.A.B. 💙

The ordeal of being drugged and kidnapped was not a alien to John Tracy - his father had, after all, been very much in the spotlight whilst they had been growing up. That being said, it had definitely been some time since he had been through such an experience.  

A very long time.

That was definitely one of the perks of being in charge of Thunderbird Five. He was definitely one of the more 'harder to get' members of his family - as well as International Rescue operative.

And that was just how he liked it.

However, mandatory 'Earth time' as well as an extremely interesting astronautics conference located in Florida had been just too enticing for the redhead to pass on.

The astronaut remembered arriving for the first day of the aforementioned conference, but everything after that seemed to be a mystery until he woke up blindfolded and secured to a chair with a throbbing headache.

Since then, he had been interrogated and threatened by some masked goons - who he was really starting to believe worked for The Hood - demanding that he give them information and access codes for International Rescue.  

Of course, John refused to entertain them.

For his troubles, they had roughed him up and thrown him into a cell for the night to 'mull things over'.

There was the tiniest window within the cell - allowing the smallest sliver of sunlight to filter through and signal the start of a new day. Although he had been awake for what felt like a good few hours, the hazy, fuzzy sensation that was still clouding his senses was unpleasant and extremely annoying.

For the umpteenth time, the astronaut tried to raise comms again. "EOS? Do you read me?"

Silence.

As lowly and almost laughably stereotypical his captors appeared, they were still small enough to consider the use of some kind of signal jammer.

John sighed and scuffed at the floor with his foot.

Suddenly, the door was thrown open and three masked men stood solidly in the doorway; blocking the only way in and out of the small cell.

"Have you reconsidered the offer, space man?" sneered the stocky man in the middle.

Although whatever he had been drugged with was still causing some brain fog, John's sharp tongue was still operating on autopilot. "Have you reconsidered your life choice?"

Unfortunately, this only seemed to anger Stocky, who closed the distance within a few footsteps and grabbed the redhead by the front of his shirt and slammed him against the back wall of the cell.

John winced as he collided with enough force to bounce the back of his skull off the wall. He felt and heard the material of his now-ruined shirt tear; the coarseness of the concrete scraping against his bare skin.

"I'm billing you for this shirt--"

"Shut up!" Stocky was quick to silence John's snide comment with a swift backhand. "You don't get to talk unless it's about handing over the information we want!"

"You're contradicting yourse--"

Slap!

Another backhand.

Harder this time.

John could feel the immediate throb, accompanied by the warm trickle of blood where his lip had split from the force of the blow.

Behind Stocky, one of the other men - slimmer and much more gangly - sauntered up. "Why don't you make this easier for yourself and just tell us what we need to know?"

John rolled his aquamarine eyes and snorted. "What is this? Good Cop, Bad Cop?"

Gangly did not respond with the brutish anger that Stocky had. Instead, he simply pulled out a wicked looking blade.

"Oh, I can play Bad Cop as well, if you want," he sneered. "Now tell us what we want to know, or I have ways to make you talk."

The space monitor's heart was starting to pound in his chest, however, he still refused to give in.

"Still trying to be tough, huh?" Stocky shook John roughly against the wall; his grip relentless. "You realise that if you won't talk, well just have to take one of your brothers for interrogation next. One of you will be bound to break eventually."

The odd, hazy sensation seemed to lift a little; only to be replaced with a pang of anxiety.  

"My brothers?"

At his words, John could see the material under Stocky's mask move as the man seemed to smirk.

"Yeah, that's right," Stocky laughed. "You were just the initial bait They came looking for you and walked right into our trap!"

"You're lying!"

"Am I?" Stocky chuckled. "Or do you really want to risk finding out the hard way? Maybe I should start with the blonde one?"

There was a long pause.

Then, to Stocky's surprise, John grinned at him.

No.

John Tracy was smirking at him!

"You think I'm playing with you, spaceman?!" Stocky bellowed in the redhead's face.

John continued to stay quiet - the cocky grin still plastered on his bloodied and bruised face.

"What's so funny?" Gangly hissed over Stocky's shoulder.

"Oh not much," John simply replied. "But maybe you amateurs should have done your homework." 

Even though he could not see their expressions beneath their masks, John could just feel the utter confusion from the two men before him.

Because he knew that whilst he was Earthside, 'the blonde' - also known as Alan Tracy - was currently up on Thunderbird Five and acting as International Rescue's space monitor until his return.

And not just his return...

As if on cue, there was a loud clang which caught the attention of the three masked men.

Ah.

Perfect timing.

"What was that?!" Stocky growled over his shoulder; tightening his vice-like grip on John.

The third masked man - who seemed quite average in comparison to his two colleagues - took this as a signal to head past the doorway to the cell in order to investigate...

Moments later, and the occupants of the cell could hear scuffling and a muffled yelp.

A solid thud soon followed.

John's grin widened even more. "Oh, you're in trouble now..."

"You think we're afraid of your brothers?" Gangly sneered, brandishing the knife offensively as he moved to the now unmanned doorway.

John still kept the amused expression upon his face.

"It's not my brother's you should be afraid of."

Gangly barely had a chance to stop and check the doorway was clear before the knife was dislodged from his grip by a swift and solid kick; the weapon clattering across the floor.

John winced as another well-placed kick to the chest sent Gangly flying backwards. The masked man bounced off the robust concrete and tumbled to the floor in a heap.

He did not get back up.

"What the hell?!" Stocky snarled at the newcomer as she slid into the cell. He paused for a moment, his expression one of sheer surprise.

As much as he did not want to admit it, John was also somewhat shocked.

He had expected Kayo...

"Oi, you!" Jade Tracy - in her full IR uniform - pointed an accusing gloved finger at Stocky, her blue-green eyes blazing. "Get your filthy hands off Uncle John!" 

"'Uncle'?" Stocky seemed to pause, letting the words sink in for a moment before he let out a short laugh. "Of all of the people within International Rescue, they sent a kid to come get you?!"

"Not just a kid."

Another person took this chance to dart past Jade and into the room, making a beeline straight for John and his captor.

John winced at the sickening crunch as a first connected with Stocky's noise, forcing the man to finally relinquish his hold over him.

"Christ! You broke my nose!" came the muffled exclamation from Stocky as he knelt on the dirty floor with his gloves hand over his face.

"Nobody kidnaps my husband and gets away unscathed," Selene Tempest hissed at the downed man. "You're lucky you're getting away with only a broken nose."

Selene tucked her long plum-colured hair behind one ear with a huff before she moved towards John and helped him to his feet. "I told you going to that convention without security detail was a bad idea, love..."

"Noted," John offered her a weary smile; letting his wife fuss over him. "Thanks for coming to get me."

"The G.D.F. are standing by outside," Jade piped up behind them. "We got here as soon as EOS and Alan managed to locate you. Are you okay, Uncle John?"

"Nothing I can't walk away from," John replied as he dusted himself off. "Appreciate the assist."

"Come on, love," Selene offered him a warm smile. "Let's wrap things up here and get you home."

"Preferably before Dad finds out I took Thunderbird One without his permission," Jade coughed before mumbling quietly under her breath. "Again."

Despite everything that has happened in the last day or so, John let out a small chuckle as he allowed himself to be led out of the cell.

"F.A.B."

[selene-tempest]

This! This is why you don't mess with my husband! Touch the husband, get the 👊. Girls rule!

[jade-tracy-is-go]

Yeaaaah! 💪💪💪💪💪

[gumnut-logic]

Week Three of FabFiveFeb 2024.

This week the bro is   JOHN

The prompts are:

not enough

"My brothers?"

smirk

hazy

aim

Take this bro and one or more of these prompts and write, art, sculpt, create anything. No pressure, no real time limit, just start here and see where it takes you.

When you are ready, post the result and tag it #fabfivefeb and #fabfivefeb2024

If you are not Thunderfam, then you don’t have to play with John, just pick your favourite character and grab a prompt or two.

If you are Thunderfam and John just isn’t the bro for you, do not worry. As long as his name is in there somewhere, you’ve done it. But remember, part of the writing experience is to branch out and try new things…you never know what another brother might do when you try him on for size :D

In any case, the most important thing is to have fun, share the results and the love.

So, have at it!

Nutty

(off the edge, but learning to fly)

[jade-tracy-is-go]

@selene-tempest

Aunty Sel! Aunty Sel!

Look! ☺️

[selene-tempest]

Noooo! Shhhh! Don't show the biographer! She's supposed to be working on other things and this will just make her want to do what she's not allowed!

Oh lawd, I see an idea forming in her brain already. He's doomed.

[jade-tracy-is-go]

I want to say I'm sorry, Aunty Sel... But....

#sorrynotsorry

😇

[i-t-guy-in-the-sky]

Aunt Sel might be a push over who doesn't tell your dad, but I'm not...

[jade-tracy-is-go]

[gumnut-logic]

Week Three of FabFiveFeb 2024.

This week the bro is   JOHN

The prompts are:

not enough

"My brothers?"

smirk

hazy

aim

Take this bro and one or more of these prompts and write, art, sculpt, create anything. No pressure, no real time limit, just start here and see where it takes you.

When you are ready, post the result and tag it #fabfivefeb and #fabfivefeb2024

If you are not Thunderfam, then you don’t have to play with John, just pick your favourite character and grab a prompt or two.

If you are Thunderfam and John just isn’t the bro for you, do not worry. As long as his name is in there somewhere, you’ve done it. But remember, part of the writing experience is to branch out and try new things…you never know what another brother might do when you try him on for size :D

In any case, the most important thing is to have fun, share the results and the love.

So, have at it!

Nutty

(off the edge, but learning to fly)

[jade-tracy-is-go]

@selene-tempest

Aunty Sel! Aunty Sel!

Look! ☺️

[selene-tempest]

Noooo! Shhhh! Don't show the biographer! She's supposed to be working on other things and this will just make her want to do what she's not allowed!

Oh lawd, I see an idea forming in her brain already. He's doomed.

[jade-tracy-is-go]

I want to say I'm sorry, Aunty Sel... But....

#sorrynotsorry

😇

[flyboytracy]

[jade-tracy-is-go]

💙

[gumnut-logic]

Week Three of FabFiveFeb 2024.

This week the bro is   JOHN

The prompts are:

not enough

"My brothers?"

smirk

hazy

aim

Take this bro and one or more of these prompts and write, art, sculpt, create anything. No pressure, no real time limit, just start here and see where it takes you.

When you are ready, post the result and tag it #fabfivefeb and #fabfivefeb2024

If you are not Thunderfam, then you don’t have to play with John, just pick your favourite character and grab a prompt or two.

If you are Thunderfam and John just isn’t the bro for you, do not worry. As long as his name is in there somewhere, you’ve done it. But remember, part of the writing experience is to branch out and try new things…you never know what another brother might do when you try him on for size :D

In any case, the most important thing is to have fun, share the results and the love.

So, have at it!

Nutty

(off the edge, but learning to fly)

[jade-tracy-is-go]

@selene-tempest

Aunty Sel! Aunty Sel!

Look! ☺️

[jade-tracy-is-go]

Hi everyone! 💙

Long time no speak!

Things have been sooooo cray-cray both inside and outside of IR, but just wanted to pop by and say I hope everyone is having a great 2024 so far!

Get ready for some adventures from me and my family soon! 💙💙💙

F.A.B. 💙💙💙

[selene-tempest]

Where the hell have you been! We've been worried sick. Bed empty, no note car gone!

Yes , okay, I admit it, I watched Harry Potter without you, but this is on you young lady!

[jade-tracy-is-go]

M'sorry, Aunt Sel. I got a bit sidetracked and then... stuff happened...? 😅

I might have dented one of the private jets... It'll buff out, I'm sure. Please don't tell Dad 😅

Omg you did what??! The Hufflepuff in me is shooketh!

[selene-tempest]

Yes! That is your punishment, being behind one movie. Let that be a lesson to you.

*drops her arm around her niece's shoulders and lowers her voice* I won't tell your dad if you don't tell Uncle John that I let EOS download a new farm simulator game. You know how obsessed she gets and how it drives him insane.

[jade-tracy-is-go]

*huffs* Fine.... *sneaky grin* Deal. I won't tell Uncle John if you don't tell my Dad. ...is it a good farm sim game? Uncle Gordon wants to know ^^;