Recently thought of this prequel concept (totally original, I know) where Edward used to be this cocky bastard from the Furness Railway, and one who liked to cover it up with a layer of stylish charisma. I initially wanted to give him a lamp adornment worn around his funnel and resembling a "cap" of sorts, but then I settled on leaving it out as two irons (spikes? lol) that looked like a "fauxhawk" — if anything it kind of suits his young, "fancy cool kid" status.
I like the idea that Edward’s old attitude likely rubbed off on a young and impressionable green Gordon when they met, forming a rivalry between the two — despite that they usually had to spend a lot of time working together as top-line express engines, they would naturally try to one-up each other, resulting into probably a lot of hilarious or unusual fuck ups before getting told off by their controller.
Sometime prior to getting his signature blue coat (I assume before his early-20s in engine years), Edward is hit with a paradigm shift (which Gordon likely doesn't experience) — possibly by someone like Glynn — that prompts him into shifting his conceited attitude to eventually something more mature and polite. I got reminded that Edward was roughly 27 years old in the time TAB took place (1923), where he’s already pretty humble.
"- well, it isn't like we've anything else to paint you with!"
"Then I will go out in bare metal and rust!"
It was the present day on the Island of Sodor, and as usual, someone was incredibly annoyed. Can you guess who?
"Now be reasonable! It's just an undercoat!"
"I know exactly what happens when someone is painted in an embarrassing undercoat! I will be seen!"
"So what? Henry was fine about it."
"Hen- Henr- Are we talking about the same Henry? The engine who alternately complained and boasted about that incident for weeks? Before that dratted book about the incident came about, and he was able to puff himself up even further?"
Gordon stared down at the works manager, who looked just as annoyed as he did.
"Well," The man said, putting his hands on his hips. "Maybe, you can be more mature than Henry is. Maybe you'll be a good influence on him! Weren't you painted green back in the old days?"
The big engine's eyes narrowed dangerously. "I was painted green, many, many, many, years ago. Things were different then; green was a noble colour - one of crack express trains pulled by the most elegant of engines. Even the Westerners were able to get that part right, for a time. I wore those colours proudly, and with honor, and if it were needed for me to do so again with pride."
"So what's all the commotion then? Just wear the damn paint for the weekend and we'll have you back to normal by Monday evening."
"You misunderstand me." Gordon looked positively peeved now. "First of all, that is not Apple Green. Second, we are not on the Great Northern. Third, we are not in 1922. And fourth..." He paused for a long, dramatic moment. "On this island, green is not the colour of nobility and poise."
"Oh? What is it then? Mixed traffic too good for you?"
Gordon ignored him. "Green is the colour of cackling, conniving, scheming, conspiring, infighting, and rumour-mongering imps who take no greater pleasure than waiting for a weakness to be revealed, so that they may exploit it for their own petty amusement! If I make anything more than a momentary appearance outside, they will find out. If, heaven forbid, I am forced to appear in public in that paint, they will see, and I will be finished on this island."
The manager suddenly had a great deal of interest in the ground below him. "Oh really? Finished?"
"Yes!" Gordon exclaimed loudly. "Almost a hundred years' worth of poise and restraint, Decades of maturity and reputation, GONE in the first instant they see me. After all I have done to promote the colour blue on this island, after how much it has become associated with me, they will never let me hear the end of it!" He looked down at the man with what he hoped was steely determination, and not the very real panic he was starting to feel. "Mark. My. Words. If you paint me in that, I will not turn a wheel until you cover it with something more appropriate. Do you understand me?"
"I will kill someone today..." Gordon seethed as he pulled into Knapford station with an empty stock working. "Someone important, whose absence will take the attention away from my-"
"Oh, good god above." Daisy was already repressing laughter when she pulled into the station. "What on earth did they paint you with? Pea soup?"
"Shut up and go away."
"Oh ho ho! Testy, are we! Well, I suppose not everyone takes to being green the same way I do! Ta Ta!" She motored away as quickly as she'd come, and was barely out of sight before raucous laughter could be heard.
A sudden and irrepressible sense of doom welled up inside of Gordon.
She was headed to the big station.
Gordon's driver finally took pity on him and moved him into the sheds. The attention he was getting from the passengers was unwelcome at best, and he couldn't yell at them to go away like he could his ostensible friends, many of whom had burst out laughing the moment they laid eyes on him.
Henry was waiting inside the shed already, as were Bear, Duck, Oliver, and BoCo. James and Douglas were there as well, but the probability of either of them being remotely helpful was so small as to be incalculable.
"What's this? A new engine?" Henry said as Gordon backed into the shed. "Did anyone else know that we were getting a new engine? It does look an awful lot like Gordon."
"Henry, if you continue speaking, I will make it my personal mission in life to make sure that you wake up each morning and regret being built."
"Oh come now, Gordon-" Duck tried to interject.
"Reconsider speaking, Montague."
"Gordon-" This time it was BoCo.
"BoCo, we have been friends for many years, but do not think for even a second that this offer is exclusive to steam engines."
The shed fell into a deeply intimidated silence, for about thirty seconds.
"Don't you think you're being a bit harsh?" James asked. "It's only jokes, it's not like you're some green new engine who's never... oh wait..."
"James, the sheer number of times I have lied on your behalf should be enough of a reason to still your tongue."
James' jaw snapped shut, and the shed fell into an uneasy silence. Gordon, pleased that he had established some dominance over the others, decided the best course of action was to go to sleep.
Gordon left early, before most of the other engines woke up. Now that he wasn't upset beyond reason, he felt bad about how he'd spoken to the other engines.
As he passed Wellsworth Station, he heard a faint "What's that horrible green monster, Ben?" and suddenly didn't feel as bad.
Even still, he should probably apologize, at least to some of them. BoCo didn't deserve to be spoken to like that.
He was still mulling this over when he got to the mainland. Henry was there, with the empty vans from the Flying Kipper. "Ah, Gordon... about last night."
"No need, Henry." Might as well put his best wheel forward. "I was under stress, but even then I was out of line. My apologies."
Henry did look surprised, but apologized as well. "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have started joking when you were clearly in such a mood. What do the youths say nowadays? 'My Bad?'"
Gordon closed his eyes. "They do, but I think we're both far too old to be saying that."
"Too right!" Henry chuckled as his signal dropped. "Well, that's me off. I'll pass the word on to the others. I can't guarantee no jokes, but they'll at least be good ones!"
Henry's train dissapeared into the distance, and Gordon's driver pinched himself as he oiled Gordon's movement. "That was a genuinely mature conversation where you both acted like adults. Where am I and what railway am I on?"
Gordon blew steam on him.
Saturday was a full day for Gordon, and it was quite late by the time he rolled back into the shed at Tidmouth. Just as Henry had promised, most of the engines had said nothing about his paint, and if they did, it was usually something genuinely funny, or even (shockingly enough) sympathetic. Thomas, of all engines, even commiserated on how terrible the shade of green was, something that almost nobody else noticed.
(It really should rather be forgotten, but the undercoat is really awful - a terrible mixture of deep pea green that takes a horrible matte appearance once dried.)
In the shed, everyone seemed to be in a good mood, and that could be very quickly traced back to one of the cleaners, who had brought in his guitar in and was sitting on a bucket, plucking away at it. He was quite good, and took requests.
It was quite hard for anyone to play Opera (Gordon's preferred musical choice) on an acoustic guitar, so instead Gordon chose to relax, close his eyes, and listen to the occasionally-on-key warbling of the other engines as they sang along with the songs.
Eventually, Henry had a request that he simply phrased as "that song", which drew quiet laughter from everyone else. Gordon didn't presume to know what Henry did and did not enjoy, and was interested to hear what song this could be.
🎶🎶
It started off all right, with a quiet guitar riff. From the hushed commands Henry was whispering to everyone else, it was clear that they all knew this song, at least a little.
“Do you think that they’ll like me on Sodor? What if they think I’m slow and outdated like our siblings do?” Gordon asked 4472 nervously.
“Oh don’t be ridiculous!” 4472 scoffed. “You helped create one of the fastest class of engines out there! They’ll be impressed I’m sure.”
“You really think so?” Gordon looked at his younger brother who beamed at him.
“Of course! Sir Gresley’s certain that one of us will break the elusive 100mph! Who are we to doubt the man?”
“It would certainly be funny if I was the one to do it after everything Great Northern said about me being useless,” Gordon said and 4472 snorted.
“Well unlike him, you’re going to a railway who needs you. No one needs a stuck up turd like him,” 4472 huffed. “You’re going to be brilliant Gordon. The fastest and best engine there.”
Gordon blushed deeply as he gazed as his younger brother.
“I’m going to miss you 4472,” he said sadly. “Thank-you for talking to me in the workshop.”
“You’re welcome Gordon,” 4472 smiled. “Next time we meet, we’ll have proven our worth to that stuck up North.”
Gordon ‘s expression hardened and grew determined.
“I’ll even prove that I’m faster than you little brother!” He teased and 4472 burst out laughing.
“I look forward to it!”
~~~
Made a quick thing for @mean-scarlet-deceiver ‘s Green Gordon prompt for his 100th birthday. Did a quick little drabble of Gordon leaving for Sodor with 4472 seeing him off.
This is in an AU right? Cause I do believe Edward was actually let go by the Furness Railway for being too shy :P
I'm really not trying to criticize, it's such an awesome take on Edward, just curious :)
The idea to portray young Edward this way actually derives from a Sodor's Finest video by TheUnluckyTug in which he mentioned something about Edward being more patient with Gordon than anyone else because he too, was an egotistical express engine.
And yeah this persona is used for an AU. Here, the "shy steaming" was more of a mechanical issue and something that (this version of) Redward would feel insecure about - especially during his beef with Gordon at the time. I also mentioned before on another post that Edward was originally rough and violent (highly ironic for someone with the title "Iron Guardian"), which I think makes the whole contrast between this and the present-day Edward more stark yet a lot funnier.
