@thunder-tober
Day prompt: 10 - Speed
Characters: Alan Tracy, Thunderbird Three
Word count: 570
Hhhhhhhhh, I hate how much I struggled to write this one >w< but! Of course, not all stories are going to be easy to write – such is the life of a creative writer <w< I’ve also based this like, early season 1 so, Alan’s a lil bit inexperienced and brash; don’t mind him >w>
Alan persuades his brothers to use Thunderbird Three for a ground-mission… which doesn’t go exactly as planned.
“I can’t believe you thought that was a good idea… How did they even let you think it was a good idea?!”
Alan opened his mouth to reply, but his words were lost on his tongue. He’d come back down to the hangar to check in with his ship, half expecting a few words of discouragement from him, but Thunderbird Three sounded genuinely upset with him.
He did have a sprained wrist to answer for it…
The Thunderbird let out a quiet huff through his vents. “I know I haven’t been sentient very long, and yes, it’s cool and all but... Trying to get to the danger zone before Thunderbird One is, not an excuse to test out what I can do.”
“I just wanted to help…” the astronaut murmured, finally finding a chance to say something. He felt so small tucked against his Thunderbird’s thruster, but it was the only way they could hear each other, without the youngest Tracy having to climb back into the cockpit. The upside was, it was still warm from them being out on a rescue…
A sigh drawled from the Thunderbird’s systems.
“I know… Sorry… I’ll admit, I want to test my new limits now too but, we can’t do that at every opportunity,” he explained, rocking the slightest on his refuelling pad to make sure the locks clicked into place. Their little test drive had used up half of his fuel reserves, and he didn’t want to risk being half-empty if they were called out again. “If a rescue calls for speed, or heavy lifting, we already have two Thunderbirds perfectly capable of that. I was built for space missions...”
Alan knew that. Scott had reminded him of it too. He’d just thought, now with his Thunderbird’s sentience, they could be a little bit more useful on missions… Of course, yes, there was the fact his craft was a spacecraft…
He tilted his head back, blue eyes trailing up the side of his Thunderbird as he nursed his wrist to his middle.
“… Wasn’t it just a little bit cool to tow that cargo ship though?”
“No.” Thunderbird Three had been rather abrupt with his answer, and there was no way he was admitting out loud that actually, yes, it was a bit cool. The nosedive he’d taken into the water hadn’t been… “We were going too fast for it to be considered safe anyway.”
“Since when have you ever worried about that?” Alan snorted; the craft not being able to tell if he was humoured or annoyed. “You’re always breaking your own rules, Three!”
“When we’re in space…” the rocket grumbled. It wasn’t just their speed he’d been concerned about… His manoeuvrability had been rather shoddy too, and while yes he was fast, he was a lot bigger than Thunderbird One… His pilot could have come away with a lot worse than a sprained wrist had his nosedive not been as controlled as he’d made it… “You know, you worry me sometimes, captain…”
“Makes sense. I’m still ‘just a kid’ after all…”
“That’s not what I-…”
Thunderbird Three quietened when he no longer felt the small of his pilot against his frame, settling a little straighter on his refuelling pad. Had he been too harsh…?
He was still trying to figure out everything that came with being sentient… Maybe he should ask for pointers from his pilot’s older brothers at some point…
Alright! Here's my letter for the Valentine's/White Day event organized by @nougatships and @megane-shipping thank you both so much for all of your hard work and putting this together 💜💜💜
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Dear Morpheus,
Happy Valentine's Day! I know you've already had several years of me complaining about how this holiday promotes consumerism only to turn around and shower you with gifts, and I doubt this year will be different. Hey, what can I say, I hate the idea of commodifying love, but I'm still going to take every opportunity to remind you that I love you so deeply.
Being with you, every day is so filled with love and happiness. Let me thank you for that with a thousand kisses and it still won't be enough to satisfy me. You came to me when I was lost and you never left. I'll never be able to express my gratitude fully.
You make me happy. It's as simple as that. I only hope that I bring you some happiness, too. I can try, anyway. And try I will, every day for eternity. I was never the type to crave immortality, but if it means being with you forever, I can't say I'm complaining. Thank you for staying.
Morpheus, Morpheus, I love you so dearly. I would pluck the moon from the sky if it would make you happy. I'd catch a falling star for you. You make me a better person and the chance to hold your hand is all I can hope for.
I can't wait to spend my existence with you, tied to you, loving you. You are wonderful, beautiful, magnificent. I love you, I love you, I love you.
