JustactSUPERnatural

[justactsupernatural]

Maybe it's just the fact that I just saw Avatar the Way of Water, but has anyone ever thought about doing an Avatar Fratt AU?? I mean, just think about Lt. Frank Castle (who just lost his wife and kids) being chosen to go to Pandora to do whatever (I really don't remember that part) and meets a native named Matt and they fall in love and plot plot plot

Can anyone write this?? I know my limits and writing quality fics is not really one of my habilities

[justactsupernatural]

Thunderfam I nerd help. For the past WEEK I have bien looking for a fic in fanfiction.net about Alan, set after the 2004 movie and I can't find it! All I remember is that Onaha prepared some kind of snack for Alan and that the Hood was controlling her while she made them to poison Alan or something like that and it is driving me crazy! If anyone knows where I can find the fic please tell me🙏🙏

[tsarisfanfiction]

Another one XD

25 - sick at work/school. Alan again of course, and Scott. Make that bro smother hen like nothing else 😂 full-on concerned, maybe a little too overprotective and panicky Scotty XD

Double Standard

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Gen Genre: Family Characters: Alan, Scott

If it had been the other way around, Scott would have gently laughed off any concern directed his way. @sicktember prompt 25: Sick At Work/School

Also requested by @justactsupernatural. More Alan... and more Alan PoV, which is unusual for me. He's not normally my go-to, and yet I've done it twice in a row now! Only short because I'm pretty busy at the moment, but it's smother hen!Scott time :D

Sicktember 2021 Prompts - I only plan on writing prompts if I get a request for them, so request away :D Doesn’t have to be TAG - characters from any fandom can be requested (although I can only guarantee I’ll work with ones I know)

He felt the sneeze before it happened, and mentally groaned even as his nose twitched instinctively. No, not now! Now was terrible timing and Alan really, really, didn’t want to deal with the consequences of it. But a sneeze was a sneeze and there was really no stopping them – even if, for one blessed moment, he thought it had bailed at the last moment and spared him.

Then it exploded out and he groaned, releasing the manoeuvring jet control for a moment to wipe at his nose, disgruntled. Now he was in for it, thank you, body.

“Alan?” His co-pilot, also known as his biggest brother, reacted immediately, peering across at him with eyes narrowed in clear concern. Alan had seen that look in Scott’s eyes entirely too many times in his life, and it seemed like the smother hen was once again surfacing – as though it ever really went away.

“M’fine.” He waved him off before returning his hand to the controls and fine-tuning their course. Not that it needed it – Thunderbird Three was sensitive, but her general environment didn’t lend itself to needing pin-point accuracy on her route the entire time. Only when space debris of some kind or other was involved. “Just some dust.”

A startled look crossed Scott’s face, before he was leaning in closer, and Alan mentally scrambled to work out why he hadn’t been reassure-

Ah. Dust. In his pristine, space-rated rocket that had just been deep-cleaned by Brains and MAX – mostly MAX – before their current mission. Nice one, Alan. Should’ve just kept his mouth shut.

“You’re sure you’re not coming down with something?” Scott was leaning across so far he was barely in his own seat any more. With one shoulder restraint raised, it certainly wasn’t a safe position to be in, and Alan would have been subjected to multiple lectures if he tried to do the same.

One rule for him, one rule for big brothers.

“You’ve been a little quiet recently,” Scott continued – was that a hand coming for his forehead? Alan ducked out of the way with a scowl. “And then there was that rescue in Sao Paulo-”

“Where nothing happened,” Alan interrupted him. “You and Virgil scanned me five times before you were satisfied.” Except Scott wasn’t satisfied, was he, because that hand wasn’t giving up, and his big brother had long limbs. Easily long enough to span the distance between their two seats and unerringly find his forehead with a gloved hand despite Alan’s best attempts to the contrary. “I’m fine, Scott.”

Surprise, surprise, Scott didn’t seem satisfied in the slightest. Alan loved his big brother, he really did, and sometimes he genuinely appreciated Scott’s desire to keep him safe, but there were times when the smothering was just overbearing and entirely too much.

This was one such occasion, not least because they were out on a rescue, and when in uniform Alan was supposed to be a fellow operative, and not the baby brother. He knew that his brothers couldn’t quite turn that switch off entirely, of course, and he himself couldn’t entirely step away from the reassurance of his big brothers’ confidence, but still. There was keeping an eye on him, and then there was this, and quite frankly Alan was very much not in the mood for Scott’s smothering tendencies.

“Stop it,” he said irritably, pushing the hand away and trying to ignore the pursed lips and concernedly considering blue eyes focused intently on his face. “I’m fine, alright, Scott?”

It was just a sneeze. And maybe there were the beginnings of a sore throat making itself known, although he was being careful not to show any hints about that one. But Alan wasn’t ill – the scanner had said so. Several times.

Scott was just overreacting. Anyway, it wasn’t like a little cold ever stopped him from going on rescues, so why should it stop Alan?

If Scott really thought he would keep meekly following the irritating one rule for him, one rule for the rest of them, his big brother had another thing coming. It was called the Tracy Stubbornness – not the Scott Stubbornness – for a reason.

Here, in Thunderbird Three – Alan’s own domain, not Scott’s or anyone else’s – he wasn’t backing down.

[justactsupernatural]

I think I'm in love with your fics there is no other way to put it

[kayofacts]

😳Imagine John Tracy choking on Gordon Tracy’s fat and juicy balls😳

😳Imagine Scott Tracy sticking Virgil Tracy’s hairdryer up his bunghole😳

😳Imagine Alan Tracy drinking a glass of hot splooge until he gags😳

😳Imagine John Tracy kissing Grandma Tracy with wet tongue😳

😳Imagine Gordon Tracy playing with his sweaty stinky scrotum😳

[justactsupernatural]

Wait what

[justactsupernatural]

A Commander and a Colonel Walk Into a Room

To complain about the people they work with.

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Once every two months, Scott Tracy took a couple of hours off to attend International Rescue’s mandatory meeting with the GDF to report the rescues they had responded to and other stuff the leaders of the Global Defense Force pretended to care about.

Reporting to an officer with this information would not have possibly been tolerable for the oldest Tracy brother in any shape or form, but Colonel Valerie Casey had a way to help Scott through it with the best whiskey she could get her hands on.

Changing places to accommodate the Colonel as best as possible given her constant travelling to different GDF bases, these meetings could take place anywhere, but always had the same outcome.

Because they were both professionals, the IR stuff was always the first matter they discussed and, joining reports, addressed to find what mistakes were made on who’s part and how to fix it the next time; but when the politics were done, they let the professionalism slip to leave in place two very tired and frustrated people in need of a drink.

Scott loved his brothers, don’t get him wrong, but they were still his little brothers and no matter how old they got they still had the ability to annoy him. Be it Gordon’s pranks, John’s sarcasm, Virgil’s paint getting on all the furniture or Alan’s inexplicable need to sleep on the goddamn floor why just why?, his brothers were the perfect material to complain about during his meetings with Colonel Casey.

“I swear to God he brought this ink-shooting, floor-sticking, eight-tentacled monstrosity and left it in a bucket on my room”

“…and then he just took the whole fucking coffee machine, and what was I supposed to drink? Water? It was eight in the fucking morning I needed the coffee!”

“I took it to our NY apartment and locked it in a safe there but when I came back the ax was already on his wall! How does it do that!”

“I swear he learned those 27 languages just to exasperate me in every single one of them”

The whiskey helped loosen his tongue, even if it wasn’t much because he still had to fly back home, but the pent-up frustration of raising his still underage baby brother, leading IR and putting up with the bullcrap they all managed to make sometimes became too much.

That’s not to say he’s the only one doing the complaining, because according to Colonel Casey the GDF was full of idiots who only managed to stay alive because all of them dying would make her life to easy and the universe just doesn’t want that to happen.

“You should have seen the look on Jackson’s face, you would have thought he was a cadet fresh out of the Academy and not a Lieutenant”

“If I have to explain to one more soldier why our uniforms aren’t magenta because it ‘looks cooler’ I’m going to throw the whole unit off a cliff”

“There is a 64% chance that the next Global Conflict is going to be caused by Ned Tedford, I had Professor Hackenbacker run the statistics for me, but the Board won’t let me arrest him without ‘probable cause’”

One could say they were pretty bitter about their work (and in Scott’s case homelife) situations, but the reality was that after these meetings they were both in a good mood. Sometimes letting the negativity out helped a great deal.

Their meetings always ended with both of them rolling their eyes at all of the people involved in their daily lives before parting with an agreement to meet in two months for the next report delivery.

While they would like to say that no one could possibly know what truly happened behind those ever-changing closed doors, the rest of the Tracy brothers and some of Colonel Casey’s closest staff knew exactly what was going on.

After all, there was no better time to deliver bad news than after a good, relaxing and relieving “complain about things” meetings.

[janetm74fics]

Space Oddity c3: Love You Very Much

For @justactsupernatural

Chapters One and Two.

Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles

I'm feeling very still

And I think my spaceship knows which way to go

Tell my wife I love her very much she knows

Alan’s spaceship does know where to go as EOS takes command.

Three races through space, through the exosphere, the thermosphere, the mesosphere, the stratosphere and the troposphere. It’s a habit she’s picked up from John, counting through various lists as a way of grounding oneself, and there is some kind of comfort from going through the motions, even if the reality is she doesn’t need it.

But she does need it. Because she is watching John performing CPR on his littlest brother and she is concerned.

Virgil and Gordon are prepping the infirmary. John’s announcement that Alan has a) a knife in his belly and b) is not breathing has sent them scuttling to get everything they could possibly need ready.

But Scott stays in the Command Centre. AKA their living room. He is listening as EOS is murmuring the layers of the atmosphere, a comfort he knows will help to ground John as he listens to his immediate brother’s laboured breathing. He is garnering some solace himself from the oft-repeated routine.

He doesn’t speak, though. Scott doesn’t want to put John off his stride, nor does he want to disrupt EOS as she expertly flies Three through the air – even though he knows she has the processing power to do multiple things at once – and he watches as the giant rocket lowers slowly into her silo. Virgil has already informed him that they are waiting, and Scott will be there shortly. He doesn’t really want to take Alan’s chute, but it will be the quickest way.

Virgil wipes the palms of his hands on his jeans. Waiting for access to the infirmary on Three is agonising, and he can hear Gordon’s leg jangling as it bounces while they wait. Finally the doors open and access is granted.

The sight is worse than he could imagine.

John has got Alan breathing again, the oxygen making an audible hiss in the silence of the room. His ginger brother is slumped next to the bed, exhaustion radiating from him.

His suit is bloody. As are his hands. Once Alan had begun breathing again John had turned his attention to his stomach. No way he was going to remove the knife, but he can and does cut the suit away and place a pressure pad to the wound. He’s just finished doing that when the doors swish open and his brothers rush in.

He can honestly say he’s never been so happy to see Virgil.

As Virgil and Gordon rush off with Alan, John is aware of a presence by a gentle hand on his shoulder. He looks up to see Scott crouching in front of him, concern and pride both shining from his eyes.

‘You did good, spaceman,’ his brother says, and John lets out a small sob. Scott folds him into a gentle embrace. He holds it just long enough for John to get control of himself, and Scott releases him and holds out a hand to help him up.

Virgil and Gordon have done this before, but never on Alan. The Medscanner has shown that miraculously the knife has not pierced any of his intestines and is quite short, minimising the damage. He sighs in relief. It will need a lot of stitches, both internally and externally, but it is damage that they can repair here rather than needing to move Allie to the mainland.

He’s just finishing up when they are joined by both older brothers. Scott’s obviously worked his magic on John, for the spaceman is far more alert than before, and has changed into his pressurised clothing. They are murmuring together, staying out of the way until Virgil gives the all-clear to enter fully.

Now it’s just a waiting game.

It’s the warm pressure of something leaning on his shoulder that stirs Alan. That and the incessant beeping. He opens his eyes slowly, blinking in the sudden brightness, to find John asleep, hand holding his and head leaning on his shoulder.

Alan frowns.

Then he notices the pressure on his other hand, and he glanced up into blue eyes a fraction darker than his own. Scott smiles at him, and there is light pressure on his hand again, and without thinking Alan returns it. Scott’s grin grows wider, and he runs his hand through his baby brother’s hair, sending Alan off to sleep again.

The next time Alan wakes up Scott has been replaced by Virgil but John is still there, both wide awake and quietly talking. Alan lays there with his eyes closed, just basking in the presence of his brothers.

‘Come on, Al. We know you’re awake. Open them eyes for us.’ He obeys without question, to find all four of his brothers there. There is a lot of smiling and hand squeezing. Hugs were out for the moment until he’s much better.

But really, Alan didn’t mind. He had made it home. The song was not prophetic.

And his brothers are all here with him, showing him just how much they love him too.

FIN

[justactsupernatural]

This is so sad but happy and it is beautiful!!! Loved it

[janetm74fics]

Space Oddity c2: This is Ground Control

For @justactsupernatural With thanks to @gumnut-logic and @tsarinatorment for reading through.

Ground Control to Major Tom

Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong

Can you hear me, Major Tom?

Can you hear me, Major Tom?

‘I can’t get through to him, Scott!’ The panicked shouting of his brother sliced through the villa. They are all here, all except for Alan. What should have been a simple rescue of three people from a stricken shuttle had turned frantic after communications were suddenly cut off.

And Alan was alone.

Scott clenches his jaw. If Virgil was to look across now he would see the muscles flexing as he grinds his teeth together. This was one of the reasons he doesn’t like Alan flying alone, but they had all been out on rescues when the call came in and had only just returned now.

‘John, can you get to Three?’ Taking charge because John is panicking is a novel experience. It’s usually everyone else who’s panicking and John who is issuing directions. Scott injects as much calmness and confidence that he can muster. ‘Get to Three and then go get him.’

Thankfully, Alan had followed protocol and Three had been locked down so that whoever was on board the shuttle could not gain access. His brother’s ship is just in sight on the cam when EOS zooms in, and next to it is the shuttle with the supposed busted engine. Neither ship is moving, and just as John thinks that the alarm sounds.

They are trying to gain entry, and John grins grimly. He’s tempted to trigger defence protocol gamma just to see them bounce off Three, but he knows it’s not necessary. Instead, he nods to EOS as she fires up the remote piloting system and he gets into his exosuit ready.

It takes five point eight minutes for Three to reach Five. John can feel Virgil counting the time down in his head, while the grinding of Scott’s teeth is audible and he can hear Gordon pacing in the background. And he’s off.

EOS had boosted the signal from Alan’s suit, which is showing damage. She shares this with John, and John pushed that little bit harder while he instructed her to tell Virgil to get the infirmary ready – and to inform the GDF to pick up the shuttle. She does so, and in her own way she worries about the youngest brother, knowing how close John is to him.

She quite likes Alan.

Nine minutes to reach Alan. Seeing his baby brother spinning slowly in front was a sight John was never going to forget. Leaving Three to catch him, he fights back a sob when he sees the knife sticking out of his stomach. Saying a quick prayer of thanks to Brains, he tells his earthbound brothers what’s going on so that they can get the infirmary ready while he carefully brings Alan onto Three and into the infirmary.

Once there, he immediately straps Alan down and yells for EOS to take them home, even though he doesn’t have to because the engines have already engaged, while his brothers demand to know what is going on. He ignores them, he has more important things to do.

Because Alan is no longer breathing…

[justactsupernatural]

Pain is real when this fanfic is near

- Me, in tears after reading this

[janetm74]

Hey! I don't know if I'm late for the prompt but I got stab wound in space, could you do it with Alan please?

Goodbye Major Tom

Warning: possible MCD,

That song is playing in his mind as he moves in slow motion. He can’t remember the order of the words, so the ones he can remember are playing in a loop.

Ground control to Major Tom

Ground control to Major Tom

Planet Earth is blue

And there’s nothing I can do

And I’m floating in a most peculiar way

I’m feeling very still

And I think my spaceship knows which way to go

Tell my wife I love her very much. She knows!

Alan always hated this song. When he was younger and John had just gone up into space he would cry every time it was on. Neither Scott or Virgil were there to comfort him, so Grandma would take him up to John’s room and they would look through his brother’s telescope at the ISS and later the WSS and Alan would be comforted.

He’d like that comfort now that the song feels poetically about him. He feels very still. Even though he knows he isn’t. But the song holds true. He is floating in a peculiar way.

A knife to his stomach is to blame for that. Thank goodness for Brains inventing material that self-seals over a foreign object, knowing that their jobs were so hazardous. Not sure Brains, or his brothers for that matter, ever thought it would work for a knife too.

After he’d been stabbed they had pushed Alan out of the airlock, and he is now moving slowly away from both ships. Three should ideally be following him, but for some reason his wrist controller is not working, and his beautiful red rocket is stationary next to the shuttle he’d come to rescue.

He wants to tell his brothers how much he loves them. But all he can hear is the rasp of his own breathing, and it occurs to him that if he can’t hear John, then maybe John isn’t even aware that there has been an issue.

Alan knew his brothers know how much he loves them, but he can’t remember the last time he vocalised it, and his chest constricted with the thought that he will never be able to tell them.

‘I love you guys.’

Saying it out loud hurt in a whole different way, especially when there is no response. He has plenty of air, another thing to thank Brains for, but without anything to arrest his movement he could end up anywhere.

He closes his eyes. Concentrates on his breathing. Just because he has plenty of air doesn’t mean he should waste it. Having his eyes closed also means he can’t see Three moving steadily away from him, and it really does feel like he is still.

Opening his eyes and the first thing to register is shock. Where has his ship gone? He swears she was there a minute ago. It is true, his spaceship knows the way to go, and he gives a sad smile and sighs.

Nothing more he can do. Close your eyes, lie back and rest. So he does. Alan doesn’t really register the pain in his stomach anymore, nor the fact that his breathing is shallow. Or that his eyes are heavy and moisture is collecting in the corners.

He smiles and closes his eyes and sleeps.

[justactsupernatural]

This is so beautiful and sad and I'm UGLY CRYING right now

[justactsupernatural]

I know a lot of people didn't like the 2004 Thunderbirds movie (I'm not one of those people, I enjoyed it very much) and I get why.

But one thing I will never forgive is the fact that they didin't give us Bill Baxton in Jeff Tracy's flamingo shirt.

We were ROBBED people

[justactsupernatural]

Monster in The Closet

Being home alone with his baby brother wasn’t exactly Scott’s ideal week, especially because Alan could give a hurricane a run for its money with the kind of messes he made. But Dad, Grandma and John were out of town, and Virgil and Gordon were staying with friends, so the youngest Tracy was his responsibility.

Feeding, bathing and dressing his four year old brother was a task Scott had mastered a long time ago, a necessity to fill the role after their mother passed away and their father went MIA to work himself out.

However, putting the toddler to bed was a whole other story. Normally a story and a goodnight kiss could hack it, but for some reason the last few days Alan had thrown a tantrum every time he even so much as mentioned the word bed.

With three days left until the adults were back in town, Scott had managed to calm Alan enough to sleep alone in his room, but it looked that tonight it wasn’t going to be possible.

“There is a monster in the closet Scottie I swear!” the blonde exclaimed from his place in the bed, refusing to get under the covers. Glancing briefly at the half-opened door of the closet, the brunette sighed and turned back to his brother.

The kid was clearly exhausted, but he was adamant on not wanting to sleep alone. Making up his mind, Scott grabbed the teddy bear that Alan always slept with and picked him up.

“Ok Allie, how about you sleep with me tonight, alright?” nodding his head, Alan put his arms and legs around Scott and buried his face in his neck falling asleep almost instantly.

Leaving the room and softly closing the door behind him, Scott walked down the hall with his brother sleeping soundly in his arms.

Telling the kid he could sleep with him was probably the safest way to get out of the house without letting the creature know he had seen it.

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Based on this

[tsarisfanfiction]

Hey, I have never done this and I don't unos if I'm asking in the right place but could you do forehead kisses with Alan and litteraly anyone else? Please?

Welcome!  This is exactly the right place to send the prompts, so you’re all good :D  Forehead kisses and Alan, huh?  I think I can do that.  Once I settle on a character.

Or, I don’t have to settle for one character, I guess.  Let’s play around a little :D

Touches Ask Game

His brothers were physically affectionate.  Well, most of them were, although even John had been known to give out or accept touches every so often.  Alan grew up knowing that, more often than not in physical contact with one of his many big brothers - four was a lot, but Alan wouldn’t have any less, even if they could get a little overbearing sometimes.

Hugs were the norm, whether they be a quick squeeze around the shoulders or a full crushing embrace, but kisses interspersed the affection reasonably frequently.  Cheeks for cheeky occasions, when they were being obnoxious in their affection.  Top of the head or temples for when I love you couldn’t be vocalised, brothers burying themselves in each other’s immaculately-styled hair because transmitting those silent words was more important than a hairstyle.

Forehead kisses were reassurance.  A promise that things would be okay - because they would make sure they could be okay, no matter what the world threw their way.

Normally, Alan was on the receiving end of them.  Being the youngest, with four sometimes-overbearing overprotective big brothers, that was hardly a surprise.

Scott was the most common, big brother dishing out affection at the drop of a hat.  All Alan had to do was be a little lethargic, a little less than a hundred percent, and he’d be all over him, carrying him to bed and leaving him there with a soft kiss to his forehead and a murmured rest up, Allie.

Virgil was second, often following the theme and dropping them on him when he was ill or injured, after all the treatment was done and there was nothing left for him to do except stay in bed and pretend he wasn’t a little upset at being stuck there.  Again.  Virgil’s strong, warm kisses helped more than he admitted.

Gordon tended to play partner in crime more than big brother - Alan appreciated that; three big brothers was normally enough - but he was still a big brother, and it shone through sometimes.  The days when Alan wanted to be strong, when the last thing he needed was Scott or Virgil - or even John - breezing in and worrying over him were the days Gordon would sidle in and eye him up.  How Gordon knew when Alan needed him to be the big brother rather than the partner in crime, he didn’t know, but he did and it was in the secrecy of their rooms, away from the eldest three, that Gordon would cup his his head in his hands and promise it’s gonna be okay, Alan, with a little peck.

John was rare.  Rare with hugs, and even rarer with kisses, but not non-existent.  He had to be there in person - of course - and Scott and Virgil had to be otherwise distracted, but once in a blue moon it was John there with the soft touches and the promises.  With Gordon it happened in the secrecy of their rooms, but with John it was with the secrecy of outside, the stars their only witness.

Between the four of them, Alan’s big brothers distributed them frequently, but sometimes, Alan returned the favour.  His brothers were only human, too, and they needed their own reassurances.  Just because Alan was the youngest, didn’t mean he couldn’t dish it out himself.

Gordon was the hydrofoil, freaking out when he couldn’t move and tears streaking down his face when it all bubbled up.  They tried to shield Alan from that, but there was only so much they could do and Alan refused to be kept from his brother.  He might never have seen Gordon at his absolute lowest points, but he saw him low and when it got too much, Alan leant over slowly, gently, returned all the reassurance Gordon had ever given him.

Virgil was when the world got too much for his soft-hearted brother and Alan found him sitting out on the cliffs, staring out at the ocean with tears in his eyes and despair at whatever had gone wrong that day tipping him over the edge.  The bear of the family didn’t try to push him away, often pulling him tightly for one of his famous hugs, but Alan could tell when it was for his brother’s benefit rather than his own.  When he was finally released, he’d lean up and press a kiss to his brother’s brow in return, getting a watery smile for the action.

John was scarce, affection always on his terms, which meant Alan was often left at a loss at how to comfort him when he retreated into himself and tried to shut out the world.  But he had a secret weapon, and that was space.  Whether it be Thunderbird Three or Thunderbird Five, gravity wasn’t around and that meant he could float up at eye level with his tall, tall, brother, and edge towards him in increments that just weren’t possible on Earth.  Then he’d wait, watching John closely for a reaction.  They were always subtle, one way or the other, and sometimes John retreated so Alan would stop.  But sometimes, sometimes, John gave him a little pleading look, and he’d close the gap for just a moment.  Brief and fleeting, but enough to coax the smallest twitch of a thankful smile before John went back to whatever he was doing.

Scott was hard to pin down.  Tall, with gravity working against Alan this time, biggest brother pulled up shields and defences and promised he was fine, Alan, don’t worry.  Worming his way past those barriers was tough, Scott’s instincts to always protect him from the bad things stubborn and not easily defeated, but Alan had the Tracy Stubbornness, too.  He’d catch him at the desk, staring at a hologram but not seeing it, and sneak over until he was close enough to wrap his arms around Scott’s shoulders, holding him in place long enough to press a firm kiss to his forehead - a reassurance but also a reminder that just because he was the youngest didn’t mean he couldn’t look out for his brothers just like the rest of them.  It got flipped around quickly - Scott’s reaction always to regain control and at the very least ruffle his hair reassuringly, promising he was fine - but for just a moment, Alan could help his biggest brother.

There were other occasions as well, sleeping brothers, injured brothers, and then Dad was back and there were more kisses pressed to his forehead from a father who had missed half his life and still struggled to see how much he’d grown.  Alan hadn’t managed to return those yet, but Dad was home now.  There would be plenty of time.

All the reassuring kisses promising it’ll be okay eight years ago had finally been proven right.

[justactsupernatural]

This is beautiful thank you so much!! ❤❤

[justactsupernatural]

Fictional Kiss Prompt: SpaceBears Edition #4

4.  Throwing their arms around the other person, holding them close while they kiss.

It was their anniversary, not the first one they had but the first one they celebrated outside Tracy Island. Alan had asked Scott for a few days off to spend together in small cabin in Alaska, and the commander of IR agreed as long as they didn’t do anything stupid that could get them hurt or arrested (they were both public figures with reputations and responsibilities Alan, you represent International Rescue wherever you go, and Brandon represents you).

So, after a long week of rescues and meetings with the Lemaires, they managed to run away together for a romantic weekend in the freezing, cold and frigidly lovely Alaska.

  ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

 They had been snowboarding all day long, taking advantage of the empty slopes and lack of people (given the season it wasn’t really a surprise). Thankfully, no one appeared to be aware of their presence there and everything had been peaceful so far.

Going to their cabin and taking turns in the hot shower to warm up their bodies, the two of them ordered dinner through room service and watched some reruns of an old TV show that the holoprojector was playing.

Turning down to look at his boyfriend, looking just about ready to fall asleep, Brandon tightened his hold around the blond and pulled him closer, feeling Alan’s arms tighten their hold around him as well.

Kissing the vlogger softly, the blond closed his eyes and relaxed against the warmth that Brandon’s body offered, completely ignoring the other half of the king-sized bed and sticking to his boyfriend’s side.

Falling asleep on his bedroom floor would never be this comfortable.

[tsarisfanfiction]

Last Line Tag

Tagged by @scribeofred, thank you!

Last thing I wrote is for the Easter TAG so I’m not going to be sharing that one just yet (spoilers!).

Have something from a vent fic that may or may not go anywhere (I am no longer in the venting mood… but it’s there if I need it again!)

If he shifted, his centre of balance would tip him off either forwards or backwards, and it was a long way down.

Tagging @janetm74fics @gumnut-logic @godsliltippy @ak47stylegirl and anyone else who wants to have a go!

[gumnut-logic]

::eyes your last line:: I think I know who ‘he’ is 😁💙 ::tickles you::

The last line I wrote was ‘Callisto - Prologue’, which is a title and as far as I got last night so doesn’t really count.

::digs up last wip::

A moment and he overrode the electronic lock and peered into the darkness. No sound. A flick of the light switch.

No Virgil.

His frown only got deeper.

There ya go 💚

Tagging @angelofbenignmalevolence @sugar-fiend @seathesilverlinings @eirabach @womble1

[sugar-fiend]

Tagged by the lovely @gumnut-logic and @godsliltippy 💙💙

Sorry for the delay - I literally just got back into writing yesterday afternoon ^^;

Here’s something from a new fic I’m currently working on:

A few feet away from his desk - in the sunken level of the den - Gordon and Alan exchanged silent glances.

Tagging @willow-salix @olliepig @misssquidtracy @thatkidwholikesthunderbirds 💙

[willow-salix]

The last line I wrote was actually the first line of my easter fic. So Yeahhhh….

The only thing he was aware of was the pain, pain so great it felt like his entire body had been ripped apart and set on fire.

I’ll taggy tag @jbarkerstargazer @womble1 @myladykayo and @soniabigcheese

[jbarkerstargazer]

This post is getting big. Okay first shout out to @willow-salix for the tag 😘. Okay the last line I’ve wrote is for the ever stuck TAG/CapScarlet cross over Spirit of Earth.

“The screaming wouldn’t stop.” Alan managed to chock out before throwing up over the floor and Scott

I feel bad when someone else likes the first bit cause I got no idea where it’s going. I wish it would go off by it’s self. 🤪

@thunderskybird @justactsupernatural @katblu42 @singmetothesun your turn.😁

[justactsupernatural]

The last line I wrote is litteraly the first of a new work in progress so:

Turning yo his father and brothers, Alan said "It says: 'THE CW ANNOUNCES ITS NEW SERIES: THE THUNDERBIRDS', well shit"

I'll tag @hedwigstalons @scribbles97 and @womble1 your turn guys :)

[justactsupernatural]

The Ax

- Based on the fact that Alan has an honest to God ax on the wall next to his bed (even if it is like a collectable from his game) that I believe is a 100% real blade and he knows how to throw it

- And we know that he can use it because it was showed in Endgame (Season 3, Episode 11) so…yeah

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They had no idea where it came from, because none of them bought it for him and they know for a fact that he didn’t order it online, it just appeared one day on the wall above his bed, with no explanation on the how, when, or where.

He never answered their questions about it, deflecting until the topic was forgotten or something else came up, not even Kayo managed to get an answer, and Kayo always got answers.

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 Gordon was the first to see it, and, after questioning his brother with no success, he decided to raise the subject at dinner.

“So, are we going to talk about the ax on your wall or are we just supposed to ignore it?” he not so subtly asked Alan, causing the attention of everyone else at the table (including John’s hologram) to turn their eyes in their direction.

“The what?” asked Scott, his tone of voice and the way his eyebrows were disappearing into his hairline showing his obvious ignorance and shock on the subject. The rest of the table wasn’t any better, everyone with varying degrees of surprise and/or concern in their faces (if it was for the youngest Tracy’s security or their own no one knows) at the aquanaut’s comment.

“The ax on my wall” said Alan without missing a beat and happily shoving another spoonful of ramen inside his mouth, blissfully ignorant of the alarmed looks sent his way. “Alan why the hell do you have an ax on your wall?” asked Virgil, looking thoroughly disgusted when the blonde tried to speak with his mouth full before realizing he would have to swallow to answer “Why not? The space next to my guitar was empty and the ax fit, besides, it would have gotten dusty in the closet” replied the teenager shrugging his shoulders.

“I think what Virgil meant is why do you have an ax at all and where did it come from?” said John, turning slightly to check something in one of the monitors in Five before looking back at his fellow star-lover sibling.

“Wouldn’t you like to know” replied Alan cheekily before taking his empty plate (the third one, his stomach really was a bottomless pit) before excusing himself and going to his room, leaving everyone to look after his retreating back and wonder just what the fuck.

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 After carefully paraphrased questions and no answers, six months later they still had no clue where the ax had come from and why Alan had it. The youngest Tracy insisted that it was firmly secured to his wall and it wouldn’t fall on top of him and chop him up like pork while he slept (starting with the fact that he slept on the floor more often than not), so he was allowed to keep it.

Life kept going and the knowledge of the ax hanging on Alan’s wall became one of those things Scott talked about on his whiskey and complaining meetings with Colonel Casey, but there was no other mention on it, aside from the time John told them he figured out it was a toy from the video game their little brother was always playing (Cave Trek or something like that).

With the reassurance that the double-blade ax was a toy and presented no real, sharp threat to the resident astronaut’s life, rescues and other shenanigans kept happening on Tracy Island as normal.

And then the spider happened.

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 It wasn’t common for all the earthbound brothers to be at the house at the same time with no rescue taking any of them away, but it appeared that whoever was out there ruling the universe decided that giving the four Tracy brothers a good scare was funnier than only scaring one of them.

Virgil saw the spider first, screaming his head off and yelling at Scott to kill it while climbing on top of the couch to escape the bug; the brunette, who at the moment had been doing some paperwork on his desk, looked up to see what the commotion was all about.

Alan and Gordon had been playing a rather aggressive hand of Go Fish in the kitchen table before deciding that laughing at his older brothers’ shenanigans was more interesting, only to have any amusement in them die at the sight of the arachnid.

That thing could only be a demon trying to take a physical appearance because the size of its body was not normal.

With a newfound respect for Mother Nature and all her creatures, the four boys slowly moved towards the staircase that would take them to their rooms, moving with a synchronization that could only come from years of working rescues together. But the spider saw through their plans and attacked.

Separating and looking around to try and spot the arachnid before realizing it was nowhere in sight, the brothers jumped on the table and formed a circle to try and see where the spider could come from at all angles.

“Wait!” screamed Alan “I have an idea, I’ll be right back!” with that, he turned and ran towards the stairs and their rooms, leaving his brothers behind. Ignoring the outraged and betrayed cries of his fellow spider-kidnap victims, the blonde ran up the stairs and disappeared down the corridor.

“Coward” screamed Gordon, turning to look at the remaining two before looking to the couch and walls to try and spot the home invader. “Now what? I can’t find it and I am not getting down from this table if we don’t kill it” said Virgil while holding a pillow in front of him, mimicking a shield.

“Look we just need to reach the holo-phone and call Grandma or Kayo, they can find it and kill it and then we can ju-OH MY GOD IT’S THERE!” hollered Scott, jumping out of the way just as the spider jumped in his direction. The other two scrambled off and started walking backwards towards the kitchen, never losing sight of the arachnid.

The demon spawn followed them slowly, climbing to the floor before making its way across the wall leading to the kitchen and corralling the brothers when there was a sudden yell from the balcony upstairs.

“Get down!” dropping to the floor without a second thought, the three of them heard a whoosh over their heads and an inhuman screech followed by the sound of running footsteps. Slowly rising and turning to look, they saw what could only be the remains of the spider, nailed to the wall by a very real and sharp looking ax.

Alan reached them and grabbed the ax, pulling out of the wall and grimacing at the spider bits that clung to the blade. Looking at their baby brother, Scott could only register one thing in the whole situation “IT’S A REAL AX?!”

“Uh…yes? What other kind would it be?” responded Alan with a not-so-subtle condescending tone to his voice.

“WE THOUGHT IT WAS A TOY!” apparently, the oldest Tracy was far from calming down and he had more to say “WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU HAVE A REAL AX HANGING OVER YUR BED ALAN?! AND WHY WOULD YOU THROW IT AT US?! YOU MADE A HOLE IN THE WALL!”

“Ok, first of all it’s not going to fall alright? Its pretty secure” started the blonde, ticking off his fingers with each point made “second of all, I know how to throw an ax Scott, I’m not going to chop your head off” rolling his eyes the youngest Tracy walked over to the wall and continued “and third, we can just cover it up” moving the big pot slightly to the right, the astronaut successfully covered the hole.

“There is still spider in it” pointed out the resident aquanaut, a confused and slightly disgusted look on his face.

“Meh, I’ll clean it up later” stated the blonde ax-thrower before turning back to his brothers with a smile.

“I’m too sober for this” sighed Scott, pinching the bridge of his nose and turning towards the kitchen, Virgil at his heels.

Turning towards his fellow blonde, Gordon looked Alan up and down before focusing on the ax and nodding slightly “Cool” with that, he turned and followed his older brothers.

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 That incident was the first of man, and a lot of the pots, tables, jars, paintings, and decorations throughout Tracy Island were moved a few inches to the right or to the left, rescues keeping them from fixing the walls or floors.

So, it was only natural that they completely forgot to tell their father about this when he came back.

“Why is there a hole in the wall?” asked Jeff Tracy perplexed, holding the painting he was trying to admire more closely while looking at his sons for an explanation.

Turning to look at Alan, the other four brothers turned around and left, leaving the blonde to explain to their father the reason behind the many, many, many holes in the villa.

“Well…you see Dad, there was this spider”

[justactsupernatural]

We’ll Never Leave You Alone Allie

Warnings: mental health issues, possesive behavior and implied murder

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He was their baby, their mother’s last gift before dying.

How could the world expect them to give him up?

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 Alan was three years old when their mother had died, having survived the avalanche that had threatened to take them both because of their mother’s protective embrace, taking the brunt of the snow to save the child.

After the accident, their father went MIA on them and focused solely on his work, leaving the five brothers to fend for themselves. This had a major effect on their whole dynamic, starting with the fact that the youngest Tracy needed constant care.

Scott grew up too fast for a boy his age, running himself ragged in his attempt to take care of his younger brothers. He helped with homework, with getting dressed, making dinner and breakfast, and keeping everyone alive. At only 13 this certainly wasn’t something he should be worried about, but with their father practically living at the office someone had to keep what was left of their family going.

Even though he was raising four younger brothers, he could always feel a deep connection with Alan. Granted, he had a connection with all of his brothers, but the youngest Tracy was different; the three-year-old was innocence itself and the little firework kept them all going during that dark time.

Which was probably why they all freaked out when the world threatened to take him away for the first time.

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 The mystery car arrived at their around nine months after the funeral, it was a Saturday, and all the boys were in the house. Scott, John and Virgil were awake and picking up the discarded toys and dirty dishes of the night before while Alan and Gordon slept upstairs. Their father never got home the night before.

Scott had just finished putting the dishes in the dishwasher when Virgil called his name near the front door. Going to see what was up with his brother, the brunette left the kitchen and approached his nine-year-old sibling, John at his heels.

“There’s a car outside” said Virgil when the older boys got to him, pointing out the window to their front lawn where a car with that blasted symbol was parked. The woman coming out of the car had a folder on her arms and was making their way to the door, the sound of her heels unheard because of the distance but each step marking the beat of Scott’s heart.

Child Protective Services.

The lump in his throat was making it almost impossible to breathe. They were going to take his brothers away, tearing apart his family and giving them away like some kind of sick fair prize.

The curse that left John’s mouth told the oldest Tracy that he knew what the symbol in the car meant, even if Virgil didn’t. After telling the dark-haired kid to go to Alan and Gordon’s room and stay there until he was summoned, he turned to his other brother and told him to go unmake their dad’s bed.

John didn’t question him, he was smart and knew that if that woman thought their father wasn’t home enough they would be in big trouble. Someone looking at their private mess of a life wasn’t ideal, but Tracys aren´t stupid, nor are they weak and the threat to their brothers and what could happen to them if they failed was enough to motivate the both of them into action.

Going to the kitchen, Scott mentally steeled himself for what was to come and waited the few seconds it took for the woman to reach their door. Making his way to open it, only one thought was going through his mind: ‘I’m not letting them take my brothers away’.

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 Everything had been going just fine, the woman looked around the first floor and asked some questions that both Scott and John handled perfectly, using the excuse that their brothers were sleeping to explain their absence. Creating scenarios where their father had been present in the last five months was easy when they were memories already existent, only slightly altered; the CPS lady seemed to be buying it and was about to leave when it all went wrong.

After spinning tales and asking well hidden questions, the brothers found out that a neighbor had called to make sure they were all right, out of worry that their father was neglecting them. While it was true, the anger Scott felt was indescribable and he thanked God that John had spoken some bullshit story about the person responsible for the call only wanting fame for “saving” the kids from their “evil, rich father”, because he would have yelled his heart out and probably would have blown the interview if he so much as opened his mouth to breathe.

She said her goodbyes and that they probably wouldn’t have to hear from her again, a blessing that Scott was willing to take and forget the moment she crossed the threshold.

But then Alan, sweet, innocent and blissfully ignorant to all the bad in the world Alan, came running down the stairs asking for Scott and came to a full stop in front of him, holding his pijama clad arms up, demanding to be held. Never one to deny his baby brother anything, Scott complied and picked the blonde up, letting him rest on his hips and turning to slam the door on the CPS agent’s face to get her to leave.

That was, until she decided to smile at Alan and turning to look at Scott with a questioning glance before asking if she could ask Alan some questions. Without any other option, the brunette gave a forced smile and nodded turning to go back into the living room, thanking that Virgil had listened to him and stayed upstairs with Gordon.

Sitting down in the couch with John at his side and Alan on his lap, Scott waited for the woman to sit down only to have her phone ring and her excusing herself to the kitchen to talk. But she was talking loudly, and Scott could clearly hear her saying words like “only a kid”, “taking him away” and “the Johnsons”.

By the tension in his redheaded brother’s shoulders Scott figured he heard it too. The Johnson family lived three houses down from theirs and had always been way too interested in the lives of others instead of their own. If they had been the ones to call CPS and Alan got taken away, he would make sure they paid.

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 In the end, Alan fell asleep after only a few questions and the woman left, repeating that there were no problems and that she wouldn’t bother them again. With his heart trying to beat out of his heart, Scott closed the door and hugged the sleeping Alan closer.

And when he saw the Johnsons standing in front of their house, he talked with John and planned. They would pay.

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 Four days later the Johnson house burned down, a gas leak caused a fire, according to the firemen. No survivors.

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 There were many times when others tried to hurt or take Alan from them.

That one psycho nanny that their dad had hired, who though she could get rough with Alan and they wouldn’t find out. She tripped on the street and fell in front of a bus a week after they found out, Virgil telling the police what he saw before going home with news for their father that they would need a new sitter.

A business partner of their father’s who came to eat dinner at their house and made Alan cry after calling him stupid and pushing him out of his way. He had a heart attack that night; apparently, he had an allergic reaction to the piece of pie he had eaten in his house after dinner, the rat poison that had been on their kitchen in their neighbor’s trashcan.

The old man who cat-called Alan on the street when he and Gordon were on the mainland, getting some supplies for the Island. He was mugged and stabbed in an ally three hours later.

CPS again, saying that a nineteen-year-old could not be Alan’s guardian after their dad’s death. Tracy Industries had the best lawyers money could buy and the CPS agent in charge of their case had a newfound habit of driving drunk, according to the police after the car crash.

Their father, who tried to send Alan to school on the mainland and keep him away from them and the protection they could give him. His plane had crashed on its way to a meeting on New York, no survivors found.

Many others had tried, no one ever succeeded.

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 Sixteen-year-old Alan was lying in bed, shivering and covered in blankets despite the fever running through his body. His brothers by his side, doing different things to keep entertained but keeping him company.

John was sitting on the beanbag at the right side of the bed, typing away at his laptop, probably working on his new book. Virgil and Gordon were playing Go Fish on the floor in front of the bed, making as little noise as possible as to keep from disturbing their sick brother.

Scott was on his left side, sitting next to him on the bed and putting a wet towel on his forehead. Standing up, he went to fetch the medicine when a hand on his wrist stopped him in his tracks.

“Where are you going?” asked Alan, looking up at his brother with scared eyes. His heart clenching at the sight of his miserable brother, Scott sat back down and ran a hand through the blonde’s soaked hair. ”I’m just going to fetch your medicine Sprout”.

“But you’ll be back right?” asked the teenager, looking up hopefully at his brother. Scott gave a soft chuckle and smiled at his baby brother before stroking his hair again.

“Of course I’ll come back” he answered, voice soft and reassuring “We’ll never leave you alone Allie”.

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 He was their baby, their mother’s last gift before dying.

Did the world really expect them to give him up?

[justactsupernatural]

Fictional Kiss Prompt SpaceBears Edition #3

3. Kissing so desperately that their whole body curves into the other person’s.

Alan was furious, and right now he couldn’t care less if his brothers were right. He had a right to be in that rescue, emotion and ‘being too close to the situation’ be damned.

Brandon was buried under that avalanche and Scott had declared that Alan was emotionally compromised and, therefore, was not allowed to partake in the rescue effort that dispatched Virgil and Gordon in Thunderbird Two.

They had been gone for 2 hours and John had silenced the link to the island to keep him from listening to what was going on. He knew this kind of rescues took time, but his boyfriend had been trapped under tons of snow and now he had no idea if he had gotten out or if he was hurt or even alive.

Gordon must have taken pity on him, because his personal comm signaled the presence of a message that hadn’t been there before, his brother claiming to have Brandon safe and sound on board Two and with nothing more than a few scratches on.

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 3 hours later saw him running towards Thunderbird Two and entering the cargo hold, ignoring Gordon and Virgil when they called his name, to get to the med bay where he knew Brandon was in.

Normally they didn’t take people they rescued back to the island, but Brandon wasn’t just a rescuee and his relationship with Alan meant he had seen the silos and the rest of their home before.

He hadn’t realized the weight on his chest had been there until he caught sight of hid boyfriend and felt the worry and anxiety leave him, knowing that he was safe and here with him sending a wave of calm inside him.

“Brandon” the whisper sounding almost like a scream in the silence of the med bay, calling the vlogger’s attention to the blonde and causing the breath in his throat to catch at the sight of the bandage in his forehead.

“Hey” said Brandon, taking the necessary steps to close the distance between them and pulling him close before hugging him, his body still a little cold from his plunge under the snow. Looking up and into the brown eyes before him, the youngest Tracy could only kiss him, feeling his whole body arch into Brandon’s, the desperation to make sure he was ok coursing through his body.

Brandon pulled him closer, their bodies so close there was barely a place where they weren’t touching, his arms around Alan’s waist holding him almost possessively to keep him from stepping away, even when doing that was far from what the blonde wanted to do in that moment.

The kiss slowly died down, until they pulled away and just hugged each other, drinking the other’s presence and making sure they were there and safe. Alan took in Brandon’s smell, and the feeling of his breathing in his neck calmed him down enough to convince his mind that he was fine.

In what could only be described as an awkward walk, they made their way to one of the chairs on the side of the wall and sat down, still holding each other and refusing to let go, despite the feeling of the chairs armrest digging a hole on his back.

Tightening his hold on Brandon, he closed his eyes and took the first deep breath of air in the past 5 hours, knowing that when he opened his eyes Brandon would be there.

[justactsupernatural]

Table for 5

He never stood a chance, not when they were offering him a world of happiness, even if only for one meal. His brothers and him sold their souls to McDonald's.

Based loosely in that one post-credit scene in The Avengers where they are eating shawarma but Thunderbirds.

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It had been a long rescue, like, 17 hours long kind of rescue. The flood, and subsequent mudslide, had hit the town at around 6pm, and IR had first arrived on the scene probably an hour later.

With a disaster of that magnitude, and all the Tracy boys on the Island (with John having come down from Five for the day) it was only natural that they all piled up on Thunderbirds One and Two to answer the call.

And now, hours later, they were tired, sore, covered head to toe in mud and hungry. Very. Hungry.

Which was why the McDonald’s that was just about to enter their flight path on the way back home was perfect.

“C’mon Scotty, there’s even a giant field in front of the place that’s perfect to land the Birds!” exclaimed Gordon, trying to convince the oldest Tracy to let them land and eat a burger or two (or five) in the fast-food restaurant.

The discussion had been taking place for the last five minutes, with both the youngest Tracy’s trying to win over their oldest brother with the promise of greasy food, while the second oldest and middle Tracy’s rolled their eyes and chuckled when the situation deemed it necessary.

“No Gordon, we have to get back home in case another rescue comes in and you know it” Scott said, because someone had to be responsible in this family and it might as well be him, even if sometimes he just wished he wasn’t mature enough to know that throttling his water-loving brother was not acceptable in this year and age.

“But Scott-“ said Alan, before being interrupted by the feeling of Thunderbird Two landing and his middle brother’s voice “I’m sorry Scott, but we’re hungry and tired and we are going to stop for a burger at McDonald’s, you’re welcome to join if you want”.

The whoops and cheering of Alan and Gordon, and the little smirk that John was trying to hide behind his hand and failing told Virgil that he had made the right call, and hearing Scott’s long-suffering sight before he voiced his agreement only proved that even responsible big brother wanted to eat.

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 He never stood a chance, not when they were offering him a world of happiness, even if only for one meal. His brothers and him sold their souls to McDonald's.

Scott knew they shouldn’t be doing this, that videos and pictures of them, covered in mud and looking like they just took a dive in a swamp were going to be on the internet before they even sat down, but PR was the GDF’s problem and they deserved this break.

The moment they entered, the smell of oil and fries and food and the look on his brothers faces just kind of proved that point. Sure, everyone was looking at them like they were aliens, and the ones that weren’t were outside taking pictures and videos of their ships, but right now they couldn’t care less.

Joining the line at the cash register they started looking at the menu and discussing what to order, throwing the occasional idea to just order one of everything and to hell with it. After probably what was a too long time for such a discussion, Scott took everyone’s orders and let the others go find a table.

After standing in line for probably five minutes they were next, and the employee, despite her awestruck face and shocked behavior, took their order in stride.

“Hi, could we please have 3, no wait, 4 Big Macs, 3 cheeseburgers, 2 BBQ Crispy Onions, 1 Chicken Tenders, 6 large black coffees, 8 large curly fries, 5 milkshakes, 3 vanilla, 1 chocolate and 1 strawberry; 2 Caesar Salads, 1 Happy Meal and 10 apple pies. Oh and 1 vanilla scone. Thanks”, he said, looking from the menu to the wide-eyed guy and his fellow wide-eyed coworkers and giving them a smile.

The cashier smiled back and uttered a small comment on how their order would be delivered to their table as soon as it got out. With another smile, Scott took off towards his brothers and their table to wait for the food.

The establishment was medium sized and there were quite a few customers, so they had to grab one of the few tables big enough for them and all their food, an 8-person table in the middle of the place.

When he got there, he gave each of his brothers a large soda paper cup and went to the soda machine to serve his, not the healthiest thing to drink but meh. His brothers followed him and served themselves before returning to their table.

“Well, I don’t know you guys, but I think we deserved this after pulling that long ass rescue” said Gordon before taking a sip of his soda. “Language” said Scott while grabbing a napkin and passing it to John, who was trying and failing to clean a smudge of dry dirt in his left cheek.

“I love how you always criticize us for our language Scotty, like you weren´t in the Air Force and have definitely heard or said worse” commented Virgil, prompting a laugh out of Gordon and causing Alan to choke on his coke.

“Alright, I’m going to the bathroom” said John while getting up and patting Alan’s back, who was still choking on his coke and wheezing for breath. Virgil stood and followed his redhead brother to the bathroom; seeing the flash of a camera go off out of his periphery vision, Gordon sighed before turning to look at Alan.

“What the hell Allie just breathe, it’s not that hard!” Alan glared at the aquanaut while taking a gulp of his soda and managing to take a deep breath without choking, and then reaching up to his shoulder and unclasping his chest plate, letting it fall on the chair next to him. At the questioning looks he just shrugged his shoulders and said “What? It gets claustrophobic after a while; you try wearing that thing for 17 hours in a row and then we can talk”.

Scott blinked once before turning to look at John and Virgil’s figures, making the trek back from the bathroom; when his brothers were close enough Scott realized that Virgil had the top half of his uniform around his hips, the blue sleeves tied around his middle to keep the whole thing from falling, his flannel and white undershirt the only clean thing in sight.

He thought about making a comment about how they were supposed to respect the uniform and be presentable while in public or something like that, but that would be a lie because, like all his brothers, Scott had left his baldric in One and it’s not like keeping their uniforms would help to ‘keep their image’ when they were all sprawled on the plastic chairs at McDonald’s.

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 45 minutes and probably too much food to be healthy later, they were all silently looking at nothing, all trapped in their own thoughts to pay attention to what was happening around them.

Picking at the leftover milkshake in front of him Gordon spoke up, “Do you guys remember that time, back at the farm, when we tried to sneak out in the middle of the night to get ice cream and Grandma found us because we wanted to take the car and none of us could drive so we tried to push it out the driveway and ended up slamming it against the wall?”.

Four pair of eyes turned to look at him before Alan burst out laughing, Scott, John and Virgil chuckling softly. “I remember that it was YOU who tried to sneak out and we were just trying to stop you” said John, pointing at Alan and Gordon with a look that clearly said ‘cut the bullshit’, and raising an eyebrow when the aquanaut only smiled.

“Meh, tomato tomahto;” chuckled Gordon before throwing an arm around Alan’s shoulders and pulling him close “we did good that night Allie and we shall forever remember how you got us out of trouble with your quick thinking and adorable baby cheeks”. The young astronaut slapped away Gordon’s hand when he tried to pinch his cheeks.

“Get off me Gordo, and if you ever try to do that in front of people again, I’m tying you to Three and taking you to Jupiter and leaving you there”. Hissed Alan while shoving off his brothers arm and straightening in his chair.

“All right, that’s it, let’s go” said Scott while signaling to the waitress for the check and turning to his brothers “we should be getting back and it’s going to be a long trip”. He took out his credit card and handed it to the waitress before smiling and telling her to add a generous tip; taking his card back he got up and signaled for his brothers to follow.

Groans and sights followed but they all got up and gathered the multiple trays to take to the trash in their way out, leaving the table almost as not quite spotless as it was when they arrived. The cameras, flashes and whispers followed them all the way to the parking lot before they crossed the street and walking towards the Thunderbirds.

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 It really wasn’t a surprise, but Scott had thought the message would have been sent an hour ago, not just now.

Colonel Casey: Scott Carpenter Tracy you better have a good explanation for this.

Right under the text was the picture of a news article, the headline reading:

INTERNATIONAL RESCUE SAVING RESTAURANT FROM GOING BANKRUP: TRACY BROTHERS SPOTTED AT MCDONALD’S ORDERING ENOUGH FOOD TO PAY FOR THE RESTAURANTS EXPENSES OF AT LEAST A YEAR

Oh well, thought Scott, we probably did anyway.