Wolfie intended to post this last night and she fell asleep. Really sorry, Tsari! This week might be a more successful writing week though as I don’t have as many calls scheduled in, meaning I can stay in my own time zone a bit more. Hooray!
Anyhow, I won’t babble too much, I’ll just jump into the long-awaited and deserved fic (and yes, Tsari, there are still more after this so don’t panic)!
So, more wishes to grant, and here was the next on the list. This is something nice and friendshippy between Ned and John? Bonus points for including Gladys and EOS for @tsarinatorment as part of @gumnut-logic‘s #irrelief2020. And I suppose it kind of covers a bit of Parker babysitting for you as well.
For a reference, imagine this is set after 'A Seed Once Sown'. You don't have to read that to understand this, but basically, John gets Ned a new job as the Tracy Family's gardener, so you're all caught up now. Also, I've only given this the one, quick proof read due to time constraints, so any mistakes are my own, sorry!
Summary: A not so normal family couldn't be expected to have strictly normal friends. So what if they were pot plants and AI's? Scott swears it's all something of a dream, he's overtired as it. But did someone say cake?
Word count: Just under 6000, I think, maybe 5800-ish?
Scott honestly couldn't remember what he was meant to be asking John anymore. Alan and Gordon were planning something, that much he could tell, and they'd needed to know something which Scott's brotherly knowledge didn't extend to. He might be the eldest, but that didn't mean he had a decent understanding of physics. That, was John's area, as he had remembered pointing out, to which Alan and Gordon promptly stated;
"We can't get a hold of him to ask him."
"So we thought we'd ask you."
Scott remembered trying not to be offended.
"But you knew I wouldn't know that."
"We thought that was likely."
"But asking was worthwhile."
Scott had shaken his head, not really sure how to deal with the troublesome pair when their energy levels were at a full on sugar high, the day off running through their bloodstream like an additional stimulant, and honestly Scott just wanted to rest, have a moment of peace and quiet. As it was, they were heading towards Gordon and Alan finishing each other's sentences by the end of the day whilst they created chaos.
The chaos would be created anyway. There was a sparkle in brown and blue eyes, one that Scott knew all too well-meant trouble – maybe another minor explosion, great. John wouldn't be able to stop them. The plan was clearly laid, but if they wanted to ask John something, Scott figured it was probably worth trying to follow the query through. It might reduce the chances of something exploding, after all.
"What makes you think I'll be able to get hold of him?"
Scott didn't think that was strictly true, but he couldn't be bothered to argue, so he went with it.
And that was how he ended up here. Here being sitting on the sofa in the lounge, listening to Gordon and Alan's master-planning floating in from the sunny poolside, wishing maybe he could be out there napping (or was that dangerous with the terrible two around?) whilst waiting for John to answer.
So, no John didn't always answer him.
Scott was prepared to go out and tell his youngest brothers that, no, he wasn't successful either, stuff it all and go back to bed, but… those same eldest brother instincts were niggling. They'd been given life after the blonde pair told him John hadn't answered, and they'd been nibbling freely at his youth ever since his first call went unanswered.
One more call. He told himself. He would try once more. Then he would tell the troublemakers there was no success, risk of explosion and all, and try to go back to bed. He was tired. He hated days off; that first day of quiet, of nothing, it made him feel far more tired than any stream of rescues did.
It was the stopping, he supposed.
He had time to 'suppose' on the subject whilst he waited for the call to connect.
And realised he must be getting even more grey hairs at this rate.
The nibbling turned to biting.
EOS wouldn't. Scott knew that now. He'd spent far too much time seeing her for who she really was, witnessing the lengths she would go to for John (and them), and many hours speaking with her. Prattling, as Virgil would probably say.
EOS wouldn't, but that didn't mean the vast world of Space would be as kind. He got up, giving in, and heading for the desk.
Thunderbird Five was still there. The scans weren't showing any alerts or damage and there wasn't any maintenance on the scheduling list and Brains was still here, wasn't he?
He pulled his head up. Virgil was standing on the opposite side of the lounge, looking very miffed. Probably debating whether he should admit his brother to an institution. Virgil hadn't thought quite that drastically, although he had been deliberating how badly Scott would shout at him if he called Grandma up to look over the eldest.
"I didn't see you there."
"You didn't hear me either, clearly."
"Sorry, what did you say?"
"What's taken your attention? Grey Hairs?"
It was meant to sound more commanding than that, but it was bit half hearted really. The biting was rather violently taking chunks out of his bloodstream. Or it felt like it.
"Something serious then."
"Yeah. Brains is still here, isn't he?"
"Where else would he be?" Virgil seemed quite confused.
"I can't get hold of John. I thought maybe something had come up?"
"No, Brains is still building his to scale model of that thing from Atlantis."
"Right. So where's John?"
"John's fine. EOS left me a virtual note. Some new answer machine type thing, she and John have tried to install. They're having afternoon tea with the Queen."
"Yeah, I spoke to him earlier, well to EOS, briefly. John was greeting their guest apparently. But they are both fine, save yourself another grey hair."
With that, Virgil was heading out into the sunshine, risking whatever Gordon and Alan had up their sleeves. The chatter started up, but Scott was only half-listening. He was still mulling over what Virgil had said. John was ok, that was good enough for him to cease worrying – well, sort of, the biting was slowing back down to simple annoying nibbling; present, but not all encompassing anymore.
No, Scott was actually focusing on the part about afternoon tea with the Queen. He could hardly believe that Lady Penelope had managed to get John down to Earth again. The secrecy part, the not being told, that he could believe. Still- hold on.
The metaphor of holding horses went straight through Scott's mind as he pulled his head up like one might tug fiercely on the reins.
Virgil had spoken to EOS. EOS who never left the safe confines of Thunderbird Five unless strictly necessary. Furthermore, Virgil had said John was greeting their guest… oh. The Queen had gone to Thunderbird Five?
Carefully, Scott reached out to pinch the skin of his arm. He would have asked someone else to do it, but never again were his brother's going anywhere near him with pincers poised.
Still, he maybe didn't need to pinch himself quite as hard as he did.
"You alright Scott?" Virgil called in.
"Yeah! Fine! Stubbed my… toe."
"Found grey hairs more like it." He heard Gordon mumble, and there was probably some agreement from Alan there as well, but he switched his hearing loop for the pair off. He'd had quite enough of that.
Point was though, he wasn't dreaming. Because this could have all been an elaborate dream out of tiredness.
Scott was trying to work out how to get his answers…. Maybe Grandma would know? When suddenly, a call came through.
It was Thunderbird Five. It was John.
He tried not to seem too relived. Although the niggling finally died a death.
"Sorry, um- Can you, thanks." There was a strange shuffling and passing of… was that a teacup? Scott momentarily wondered if he'd fallen through a rabbit whole like Alice and made his way into Wonderland. Wasn't that story all about drugs though? Or magic mushrooms or something? Maybe he hadn't then… Maybe he was going mad. "Did you need something?"
"Gordon and Alan wanted something. Nothing desperate. Uh… I can't even remember."
"They're not trying to make improvised explosives again, are they?"
Scott never asked anymore, not after all the trouble with shaken up and exploding bottles of Cola. Grandma had gone berserk, and it was easier to claim innocence if you knew nothing. Also, if it was all a prank, intended for him, he'd almost rather not know what was coming. He just kept an eye on the pair of them, and never let them do the supply run together ever again. Even if that meant owing Virgil a bloody ton for constantly going, dutifully with Grandma.
"I can talk to them, quickly, if they're around?"
"They by the pool. I wouldn't worry, not if you're busy. Virgil… Virgil said something about the Queen?"
"I haven't heard anything. I can check the news if you want? Hold on. No, EOS, Battenburg is the pink and yellow one. Well, Scott?"
The eldest was still trying to put everything together. Was Virgil playing a practical joke on him? John didn't seem to know anything about the Queen. And had he heard cake mentioned? Maybe he really was losing it.
"There's no reports of anything to do with the Queen. I could ask Lady Penelope if she knows anything?"
"EOS, jam tarts are red."
"Sorry Scott, you were saying?"
Scott honestly didn't know what he was trying to say right about now.
And of course, that moment of his great confusion was when his brothers reappeared, Virgil shouting at Gordon that once his new tin of paint arrived, the fish would be doing naught but fixing Thunderbird Two.
Scott realised he'd obviously missed something there too.
"John's having tea with the Queen." Virgil reminded.
"And we weren't invited."
Scott didn't notice that John too had frowned here, about to say something before he was beaten to it.
"He's not having tea with the Queen!"
"Um… okay?" Virgil began, once again a little unsure. John was blinking in confusion, looking back to EOS as though she held the answers, and if the AI could have shrugged, she would have. "Are you doing okay, Scott?"
"Right," John began, clearing his throat, "Let me try and clear the problem here."
Scott was more than pleased to let him. That is, after all, what his brother did best.
"Go for it. Who the hell are you having tea with?"
Ned was experienced in many things. He'd worked in space; under the sea; with one of the biggest defense organisations known to the world and with a selection of important vaults. He'd faced death at the tendrils of the sun; at the ends of the perilous deep ocean's grip; at the hands of an irate Colonel; some Mechanical guy; and a poisonous gas.
He was experienced in many things, and Gladys had been by his side for them all, but he was only truly experienced in one thing.
Well, maybe two: he was pretty good at making tea.
Oh, make it three: he was a very good baker, if he didn't say so himself.
Thanks to those Tracy boys, Ned had realised where he belonged. He always should have stuck with gardening. Gladys liked gardening too.
His business was flying by now. He had quite the clientele on his list and brilliant references from International Rescue to get his foot in any door. It was all rather surprising, how all of this had come out of one offer to become a gardener to a family in need.
It had been a while since he'd seen any of the Tracy boys, but today was different.
Space looked different when you weren't going up there to work, or with limited interest. He was keenly awaiting sight of the one Thunderbird he'd yet to properly see.
He'd spent a lot of time baking and he hoped he'd made enough. He had four hold-all's full, but he'd seen the appetite on that family.
Although, then again, he was only meeting one man and a machine.
Speaking of, the space station swung into his view, looking like it belonged in the vast floatiness.
"Here we are, Gladys! Thunderbird Five!"
And he'd been waiting a very long time for this.
John had been a little more than surprised when Ned asked if he could come to Thunderbird Five. They'd had the date on the calendar for a while now. Ned may have his own business, but he still maintained the Tracy Island gardens, and John had been in contact with the man ever since he left the safe haven of the island. Ned had kept himself miraculously out of trouble since, actually.
So no, John wasn't surprised by their meeting, but definitely by the choice of location. He'd assumed Ned wouldn't want to step foot in space again after the asteroid mine and the iridium vault. But, Ned wanted to see Thunderbird Five, and (maybe most surprisingly of all) EOS, again. Apparently, Gladys missed having a friend.
John had thought that a little silly at first. Because a non-sentient pot plant couldn't possibly miss what it didn't have, but then EOS had made a gleeful point about having missed her potty pink companion and John honestly wondered if it was possible for plants to have sentience. They did have life, after all. Ned certainly seemed to believe there was more to them, what with this great love for all things garden.
He'd agreed. Because, after all, it did save him from ending up at some coffee shop of choice with gravity down on Earth. He much preferred staying here anyhow.
He'd had EOS leave a message for his brothers, so they knew he was there, but not readily available for any great scheme that was being concocted in the absence of work. They'd been working on a new program recently, so that people could leave International Rescue messages, in case of busy times, or if they ever needed to go 'out of office' again so to speak. John was sure it was fine, so he'd left the job of leaving the first ever message with EOS, in the hope that the holo-communication system would display it.
And if not, Virgil would know he was alive. They'd been chatting for a bit whilst Virgil had him place an order for some new paint for Thunderbird Two. Alan or Gordon – John didn't know who and he didn't want to know – had scratched Thunderbird Two on the last outing. Again.
And so the day had come, and Ned arrived. John had offered him to come via Tracy Island and the Space Elevator, but Ned had proclaimed he wanted to surprise his brothers, and besides, had already booked himself and Gladys onto a nice little connecting flight via the newly rebuilt Space Hub One. John had merely smiled and let the man go about his odd ways, although he had asked that Ned say hello to a Chief Controller Conrad for him. He'd been more than happy to pick Ned up from the Space Hub, but Conrad had sent someone to him instead.
So he and EOS hadn't moved a muscle in waiting for their guest until EOS registered that it was time to open the airlock.
John had expected Ned and Gladys. He hadn't expected the boxes.
"Ned. Nice to see you again. And Gladys."
"It's very nice to be here. Gladys is very excited."
"Yes, well, what's all this?"
"We're having afternoon tea."
"Well, I took to presuming you might not keep tea on a space station."
"Um, no I don't as it happens."
"Good! Because I've brought my best china. Here you go."
And before John really knew what was going on, he was carrying two boxes whilst Ned carried the last and Gladys, making his way into Thunderbird Five by following EOS along her track. He was commenting on everything, saving nothing for later, musing over why it was all so white, and whether he needed it painted because Ned could do painting (apparently), and complimenting the nice little colours on the windows.
John didn't even bother to remind him they weren't really windows or correct him on any amount of stuff. The man was harmless and simple. Everything someone from International Rescue, like himself, needed the odd dose of.
They'd chattered aimlessly whilst Ned brewed tea and set multiple sweet treats onto plates. EOS was eyeing them all, jealously, not really even knowing what they were or what they tasted like, but John did. And he could see multiple traditional favourites. And he liked what he saw. EOS was googling them. Again. Honestly, he'd told her google was rubbish. It would only be a matter of time before something came out of that.
But when the tea was brewed to Ned's satisfaction, they sat themselves – as best as you can in space – with their pristine china teacups, all white with pink edging. They were obviously kept for best, just as Ned had said.
EOS was hovering by his shoulder, and Ned has rested Gladys by his side, with multiple plates surrounding the pot. If John was anyone else, besides John Tracy son of Jeff Tracy and member of International Rescue, he honestly would have been baffled at the sight of two men, an AI and a plant pot, sharing tea with cake and biscuits. Oh, not forgetting the whole in space part.
The picture would have made quite the post card.
Lady Penelope would have loved it. As proof he was socialising.
"So how's business, Ned?"
"Oh no complaints here. I do a good trade in Petunias."
"Oh yes, fly off the imaginary shelves they do! Because I keep them in the ground, get it?"
"Course you did. You're the smart one. That's what Gladys and I think."
"That's very kind of you."
"John?" EOS butted in, well sort of. It was an open conversation, and Ned had come to see her just as much as he'd come to see him, John reminded himself. He'd even gone so far as to offer her a biscuit. John had resisted the urge to face palm. It wasn't polite afternoon tea manners, he remembered. Besides, EOS had laughed, clearly finding it quite entertaining before asking Ned for a description of what said biscuit tasted like – so she could learn. Which had then led them to a rather interesting commentary on the flavours of different biscuits, Ned describing to EOS precisely why Highland Shortbread was different to Shortbread Snaps. John munched thoughtfully on a piece of each, realising he'd never noticed the distinct sugary difference before. Or rather, if he ever had known it, he'd forgotten all about it.
That was exactly what he meant: about the grandeur of International Rescue overpowering the littlest of things. Ned was a reminder.
"I don't know if it would last, EOS."
"Oh… but it would be lovely to have bright plants around us!"
John could actually kind of imagine it. And he wasn't sure if was a good idea or not.
"Oh, it wouldn't be any trouble to do!"
"I'm not a gardener though, Ned."
And even if he was, he didn't know if he could achieve the growing and successful life of plants in space.
"I can do it! Bring some hardy plants up, find a place for them. We could do that, couldn't we, Gladys?"
A moment of silence whilst they waited dutifully the amount of time it would take for the plant to give an imaginary 'yes'.
It was the only thing John still wasn't quite used to.
"Well, I suppose we could always try it."
It was more to placate his company than because he thought it was a good idea. Only time would tell. And at least he could say he'd tried.
"Hooray!" EOS was definitely like a child still. "I wonder if they'll grow as big as the ones I saw on Earth?"
"They were growth serum induced EOS."
And that he was definitely not heaving up here.
"And I seem to remember having a fever."
John was honesty trying to discount that entire plant mad day from his memory banks still.
"Oh, and I've been meaning to say- Jam tart?"
"-Thanks for letting me do all the gardening. On the Island."
"Oh, no thank you, Ned! I think Grandma was about to drive us all stir crazy. Either that, or Gordon might have tried to use the lawn mower again."
"Oh?" Ned asked around a mouthful of jam and pastry. "Not the Squid's thing?"
"He nearly cut his fingers off the last time."
"How'd he nearly do that? Any decent lawn mower has a cut-off switch." Hmm, of course. Gardening was Ned's comfort zone, you could hear that, just as space and communications were his.
"And any decent person using a lawn mower doesn't usually try running with it to get it done sooner."
"Ah, rushes, I see. I thought that was more the Hot-Shot Kid?"
"No. Alan's actually tempered. Scott rushes."
"That's your big brother?" Ned had spent enough time around them all to know them, but it had been a while, and (as John had learnt) Ned tended to go by his nicknames for them, as opposed to their given names.
"The one I threw Iridium at?"
"Yeah… maybe don't bring that up. Scott's still a little bitter."
"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean it."
"Oh, no. He knows that, Ned. It's not about the fact you threw it at him- well, sort of, more the fact the have better aim that him."
"Oh! It's nice to know I can do something."
"Speaking of, when could you next visit the Island? Grandma's been on about some kind of trellis? And Virgil is really interested in Topiary. He's trying to keep that a secret, but umm... he still forgets EOS can still read their search history."
'Forget' might be exaggeration of the truth. Gordon had found out after EOS had told John something she'd found without actually telling him how she knew. Alright, you could argue that John should have asked, but he hadn't. When he'd then mentioned it, Gordon had brightly put two and two together. John had promised to make EOS stop. But she didn't and John didn't actually mind. It had given him a great idea for what to get Alan for his 21st.
"I am very good at that now, John. Undetectable."
Ned chuckled. "Is there anything she isn't good at?"
"I have multiple functions. I am a rescue assistant, a de-bugger, a computer hacker-"
"Ok, EOS, that's probably enough."
"Oi, you plotting to take over the world or something?"
"If I was Ned, I'd let you know. We'd need a few more flowers to brighten everything up out there."
"Oh, we could do that." Ned actually sounded quite excited at the prospect of being part of a world domination plan. "Couldn't we Gladys?"
Another imaginary 'yes' pause. Well, that time John actually thought he heard something. He briefly shook his head at EOS who gave a little flicker of mischievous purple. Great. She was working on a voice program for a pot plant. The world didn't need him gaining an army of talking plants. And he probably shouldn't think of that. EOS had a strange way now of working out what he was thinking.
Ned offered another plate his way.
As if John would say no. For once, this was good homemade stuff, nothing like what Grandma conjured. It was a shame their Granddad's grand cooking abilities never rubbed off – and that the man was a little too shy to tell his wife she couldn't bloody cook.
This, was actually quite a good way to spend an afternoon. It was like having a butler. A little like Parker. Hmm. John loved his own space, but maybe that wasn't too bad an idea. And EOS would have Gladys for company. Gladys who she could give voice too. Yes, maybe that was an idea worth entertaining. He'd make sure to put it on their discussion list for later.
After a bit of looking at the calendar – which for them of course, could mean nothing in a second's notice – plans had been made, back-up plans had been made, and a final resort back-up was steadily waiting in the wings. Just in case the world decided to fall into utter chaos on all the prior days. John was nothing if not prepared for most – if not all – scenarios.
And with all this sorted, they moved on their discussion.
"So what's been happening with International Rescue whilst I've been away doing me worldwide gardening?"
"We've had a pretty run of the mill time of it. Minor volcano incident, hurricane, little rockfall - did more damage to property than people. Oh, we did go to The Mechanic's new Zero-X2 launch."
"Oh the scary bad-turned-good guy that took me into space in the vault?"
Ned nodded, like that whole trip had been washed through the crystal blue waters under the bridges of forgiveness.
"Absolute success. Brains was ranting for days."
"Good that, isn't it, Gladys?"
It was at this point that Ned lifted Gladys from her comfy place of residence to take hold of her once more.
John couldn't comprehend how he hadn't noticed it; well of course he could, there had been EOS, and Ned, and Gladys, and cups of tea and Battenbergs, with biscuits and jam tarts – all homemade – and it had been a little like the days they'd spent at Lady Penelope's as children under Parker's supervision. Parker had claimed to not be very good with children and to have absolutely no experience whatsoever. John smiled wryly at that. Yeah right. Give children sweet treats and they will bend to your instructions. Not to mention that all the while they sat on the comfy sofas - munching and trying not to leave crumbs – Parker would be demonstrating his excellent array of 'magic' tricks. It was only when Gordon asked for a go that Scott had realised what Parker had actually been meaning to teach them.
Anyhow, Gladys had been resting on a communication switch. Ned noticed this too as he clutched the pot close to him. He stil expected to be shouted at, like his days back in the GDF, or admonished by his employers, like his days back in Hydrexler, or left stranded and alone, like his days back asteroid mining. He was human. John could recognise. If he was completely honest, that was more his reasoning for proposing to Colonel Casey an offer he knew Ned would never refuse; that, more than the fact getting a gardener would save them and appease Grandma.
Of all the people they'd rescued, Ned had grown on him. No puns intended.
"It's fine, Ned. If it was anything serious Thunderbird Three would be outside."
John may have turned his back, but he could tell Ned was looking desperately around outside for any sight of the Thunderbirds. Ned had had a rare opportunity to see them all now, and yet still gazed upon like he'd never seen sight of them.
John could understand that.
Scott appeared before him, looking like he was trying to hide his great relief.
And tried to appease his brother's worry at the same time as Ned offering him another cup of absolutely fantastic tea.
Obscuring a teacup on holo-communications wasn't easy.
But he was going to damn well try his best.
He knew what would happen if his brother's caught sight of edible food.
"And I got it." Explained Virgil, sitting down comfortably on the sofa. "It said you were having afternoon tea with the queen."
"Umm… no." John replied. "That's not what is should have said. EOS?"
"I sent what you told me too, John."
"I never the Queen, EOS."
"But Gladys likes to think of herself as a Queen of the Geranium's."
"Too right she is!" Ned exclaimed, merrily, still holding Gladys in his grasp.
For a moment, there was absolute silence from the island.
Scott no longer knew whether he was dreaming, in the middle of a nightmare, or maybe I he had been slipped the odd set of drugs.
There, sharing the holo-screen with John, was Ned Tedford and Gladys.
"You're having afternoon tea with Ned and Gladys?" Gordon exclaimed.
"Yeah." John answered, like it was a normality. "Ned wanted to see Thunderbird Five."
"I really like it. Especially the floaty floatiness."
"John, I still cannot find that word in the dictionary."
Alan was just a mess of chuckles. In fact, Scott was surprised there was anything left of him save the sound.
And of course, it was – as things usually were for the Tracy's – at this moment that Ned raised a plate full of neatly sliced cake. John would have liked to have finished the explanations first, and kept the whole Ned being here thing a secret. Especially as they'd been planning a great surprise for Virgil's birthday. John still vowed to make up for the one which the middle child essentially 'missed' which he still felt a little at fault for. This would top that ruined surprise in seconds. As it was, John had learnt that Ned was good at keeping secrets, so there wouldn't be any worries there. The problem was how to deal with now.
Now being the very obvious sight of cake.
The harm was already done, so John reached out a took a piece.
"What?" Alan bellowed, narrowly avoiding taking Scott's ears clean off, "You have cake?"
"Homemade and all." Ned added, somehow managing to balance a numerous amount of plates in his grasp, with one balancing on Gladys as well. EOS' little lights brightened, and John sighed at her forming even more grand ideas. Gladys was not proving the greatest of influences on his AI, and John felt an understanding for the struggles of their father when the boys went out into the world, forming their own friendships.
Eyes were glimmering back at them.
John wasn't sure what happened first really. In seconds, Virgil, Gordon and Alan were on their feet.
"Hello Ned!" Gordon waved.
Alan was rushing around like a mad thing.
"You mean to the cake!" Gordon insisted, following the youngest at a speed that rivalled a sports car.
"Scott, are you coming with?"
Virgil was waiting, looking at the brunette expectantly.
Scott wanted to say no. He wanted to go bad to bed and sleep, because clearly he needed it. His head still wasn't entirely wrapped around the fact that EOS could apparently talk to Gladys and that the pot plant liked to be thought of as a Queen, nor why Ned was waving at them from Thunderbird Five whilst pouring cups of tea and sharing biscuits with John like he'd lived up there for years now. He was entirely lost as to where the real Queen fitted in, he'd honestly forgotten his true reason for even trying to call John – which got him involved in all this madness in the first place, and everyone rushing around and shouting was doing nothing for his head.
But there was cake. Homemade cake, that – most importantly – didn't look like it would poison them.
John couldn't really eat it all. They were only looking out for his health by going up there to help finish it, Scott supposed.
Some second wind had him off his feet in seconds.
"See you in a bit, John."
Virgil gave a little cheer and some kind of funny-step-dance that wasn't really a dance, which John desperately hoped EOS had been recording. She recorded everything on the Island now. Even Gordon's singing the in the shower. John had questioned why, slightly unsure as to whether it was even a good idea to be doing so, only for EOS to play him a section – audio only, thank whatever God there was. Gordon was surprisingly good. No, not good actually. Pretty good. Now one could hold a tune quite like Virgil could, but John was surprised to find that Gordon had a talent he wasn't boasting about. He'd asked – slightly more wisely – why EOS was even keeping that. Her pointed answer was exactly what he should have expected. Blackmail material. John had wondered then if he should have let EOS get her claws on the World Wide Web. She edited Wikipedia enough as it was.
Still, as his brothers left his sights, heading to warm up Thunderbird Three, John waved a hand to EOS who closed the link. He rolled his eyes as he turned back to Ned. It wouldn't be long before his brothers joined them, shattering the peace and quiet of Thunderbird Five, stomping rudely over proper afternoon tea. John sometimes wondered how Lady Penelope put up with Gordon making all the mess he did when he stayed in London. Parker. That one was obvious. The man spent more time running around Gordon to keep everything in order than he did shadowing Lady Penelope for her own safety.
Their quiet afternoon was dead in the water. A very new one was about to begin.
"Sorry Ned. It will get noisy now, and busy, and… crazy."
He wasn't going to hold back. Ned knew them well enough after all.
"Oh that's alright. Gladys and I wondered if we might be seeing everyone, so I've bought plenty of everything. A gardener is always prepared!"
Far more prepared it seemed than the man had been in any other job.
John glanced over towards the two unopened boxes. If they contained anything like the feat that was currently placed before them, they would be absolutely fine. Ned was finally right where he was meant to be.
And John supposed he should have asked why Ned had bought a full set of teacups.
Always prepared, those gardening types.
