Ok, so, what I think would've been cool was if The Mechanic had turned out to actually be Kyrano.
In TOS, Kyrano is the main person who's affected by The Hood's mind control, but in TAG it's The Mechanic. In TAG, at least from my perspective when I first watched the show, it felt like they were creating a mystery behind who The Mechanic actually was. And he turns out to be just a guy? (Don't get me wrong, I love The Mechanic, but they hid his face behind a mask for the whole season, for his identity to not be that important, like we don't ever learn his real name). Kyrano doesn't make any appearances in the show and is only referenced once (I think?), so it could've been a fun way to reference him, and adds to the Kyrano family drama that is already explored much more in TAG than TOS. It would also show how far The Hood is willing to go, happy to manipulate even his own brother. Also, it's implied that The Mechanic knows who Brains is, but how he knows him is never revealed (maybe it's just because Brains is kinda famous idk). But it would make sense for Kyrano to know him, since they obviously worked together for Jeff in the original IR team. A flaw in this AU(?) is that Kyrano being a mechanic isn't something ever shown in previous adaptions and might not make sense considering Jeff had to find and hire Brains to make the Thunderbirds.
I don't necessarily wish that this was the route the show took, I love the Mechanic's character. But, i think it could've been an interesting storyline to take instead, in an alternate universe.
The utter sadness in his employer’s – his friend’s – voice cut Kyrano to his heart, but he knew he needed to be firm on this, for both Mr Tracy and Scott’s sake.
‘Take heart, Mr Tracy.’
‘Thank you, my friend. For everything.’
‘I will keep in touch.’
Kyrano pretended he didn’t see the tears in Mr Tracy’s eyes as he turned away before ending the call.
A great discussion with @janetm74 based on this prompt brought forth a little thing. After the Bereznik extraction, Jeff has a heavy loaded conversation with his Chief of Security - Kyrano.
***
"I need to see it."
"No."
"Kyrano!"
"There's nothing on those tapes you don't know already, Jeff."
"I need to KNOW! What they did to my boy!"
"There's nothing on those tapes that would help your son. Or yourself."
"Kyrano, it's an order."
"Alright then, Mr. Tracy. Suit yourself."
***
"Jeff?"
***
"Jeff? It's been hours. The doctors are asking if you're gonna stay the night in the ward. They're about to put Scott under. Jeff?"
"I want them dead."
"I understand."
"No, I don't think so! I want them dead, Kyrano! Each and every last one of them!"
"Some of them are. Three, to be precise."
"I want them all gone! And I want it to hurt! Can we do that?"
"Is that an order?"
"I mean it, Kyrano? Is it feasible? I promised Nick* I won't jump start the next war, but I don't know... what they were doing to my boy! My Bluejay! I want them to pay! I want that whole stinking bog of a country to pay!"
"It is feasible. It might take some time - they ran when we stormed the compound and will probably lay low for a while not to stir dust with the Regime. Do you want me to put together an op breakdown and a timeline?"
"Can you do that? For real?! We can hunt them down?"
"If those are my orders, sir."
"Yes. Those are your orders."
"Very well, then. I will set up a secure situation room at a remote location and hand pick a black ops team. Your presence will be necessary to confirm the targets and the strategy."
"Wait! Kyrano, I can't leave here to strategize! Scotty needs me!"
"I understand, sir."
*deep sigh*
"Stand down. For now. Till Scotty is better. I can't leave him. Not now! Not again!"
"Copy that, sir."
"You knew, right? You old cunning..."
"Sir?"
"I'm not proud of myself, you know! Scotty wouldn't be proud of me... But when I think... Oh, God! I didn't protect my boy!"
"I understand very well, Jeff. I'm a father too."
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*My long-standing headcanon is that the World President was Jeff's USAF buddy through the Global Conflict.
Been thinking about if Thunderbirds were to receive the live-action treatment again. Admittedly, the attempt to do it in 2004 didn't go well, but the 2015 CGI reboot proved that with better decision making by the higher-ups, a Thunderbirds reboot can work. So here's my fancast for a hypothetical Thunderbirds live-action production.
Scott noticed when Morgan started to tire. She didn’t stop immediately, but she needed to pause a few times in quick succession. On the third pause, she huffed to herself and a lance of annoyance shuddered across Scott’s skull. I need that lift, I think.
Scott smiled. “You’re doing great, I’d say we’re about…” He checked the display on his gauntlet. “Actually, a little over halfway up. The jetpack should clear the rest of the way.”
Can that thing take the weight of another person? Her question rippled over his thoughts, making the times he’d tested that possibility come to the surface. She hummed. Ah. Yes, I agree, Virgil is probably heavier than me.
For a moment hearing this stranger say – think? – his brother’s name so easily caught him off guard, but he shook it off and hauled himself up the ladder alongside her. It didn’t go unnoticed.
Sorry. Your brothers are just so close to your surface thoughts at all times. Morgan’s words were tinged with a warmth that bloomed faintly orange in his mind’s eye. It feels… Anchoring, doesn’t it?
“It does.” He agreed without elaborating.
It’s anchoring for me as well. She moved so he could get an arm around her waist and she looked up the tunnel. This is unlikely to go wrong, I hope?
“We’re about to find out.” He replied with full confidence. Once her arms were secure over his shoulders, Scott flicked the jetpack on and they pushed off the ladder in unison. The sound of the jet cascaded up and down the tight quarters of the maintenance tunnel and they ascended steadily. Scott had to be careful as he flew them up; maintain enough power to lift both of them, but not so much that it prematurely burnt through the remaining fuel.
Also, too much speed could mean we crash into the other end. Morgan chimed in. There will likely be another hatch as this end. Will you be able to cut through it like the last one?
“I don’t see why not.” He responded. Sure, the angle might be a little awkward, but he could manage. “Not far now.”
Morgan looked up to see if they could make out the other end. Sure enough, the dim emergency lights were visibly bending to accommodate the exit. As Scott kept tight control over their ascent, she perked up once more. I’m probably fine to start climbing again.
Scott glanced at her, eyeing the surface of the visor carefully.
I’m sure.
He didn’t feel anything to the contrary, so he nodded and slowed down, allowing the pair to grab hold of the ladder. Morgan pointed above them. You have to go first if you’re going to be using your laser.
Scott hesitated. He knew she was right, but the entire reason he’d positioned himself behind her was in case she fell. Morgan shook her head. I’m not going to fall.
“Alright.” He relented and, once he was certain she had a proper grip on the ladder, started climbing again. He was mindful of his speed, keeping himself slow so he could remain within reach, just in case. Sudden amusement skittered up his neck and Morgan released a scratchy huff. His brow furrowed. “What’s so funny?”
I am being rescued by a speed demon. Was her reply, making Scott roll his eyes. Before he could comment on her mockery, the sensation plateaued into something colder. I know the feeling. At least, I did.
Another image formed from beyond his own mind’s bounds and Scott felt the cold surface of the dance studio floor beneath her feet. “You can do it fast or do it right.” The instructor’s words were firm but earnest and it made her pause for a deep breath. Scott’s hand thudded against the wall, having run out of ladder, and he jumped a little. He looked down. Morgan was still right behind him.
In your own time. He heard in his mind. He received no acknowledgement of what he just felt. He didn’t move. The silence after so much activity between them was answer enough.
“Same type of hatch, should only take a minute.” He steadied himself with his back pressed against the tunnel wall so he could use both hands to laser through. The noise echoed loud and hot through the confined space, but Scott still felt the need to speak, even if Morgan could just know what he was thinking. “There’s probably gonna be more of that confusing architecture outside here. You gonna be okay?”
I’ll manage, she responded, It won’t be too far after this, John said so.
“And John knows what he’s talking about.” Scott confirmed with a grin. The exit to the hatch dropped open with a loud bang and he climbed through behind it. After stowing his laser cutter, he reached down and hauled Morgan up and out of the tunnel as well. “There we go, let’s take a second.” He tapped his communicator. “John, we’re out of the maintenance tunnel. Where to next?”
John’s voice took a moment to come through. “Let’s see. Turn right and keep walking, you’ll hit a staircase. The good news is, once you reach the top of that staircase you’re on the ground floor.”
“And the bad news?” Scott asked, and his clear mental image of John rolling his eyes made Morgan snort.
“The bad news is there’s no clear exit. Even with the security cleared, I can’t get the doors open. It might be a malfunction.” He was clearly annoyed by this, but brushed past it. “Fortunately, Thunderbird 2 finished up at Konya when you went into the tunnel. They’re en route now.”
“Great.” Scott looked at Morgan. “Hear that? Almost out of here.”
Good. Morgan’s thoughts had become a little stilted again, thanks to the corridors bearing down on them. He waved her over to keep pace with him as they started walking down, not taking it too fast. The too tall, too white hall had doors along it spaced out erratically and Scott assumed he didn’t want to know what was behind them. A flutter of agreement graced the back of his skull. He opted to put their focus on other things. “What are we looking for when we get to the ground floor, John?”
“I’ll direct you to the storage area with the big warehouse doors. They lead outside.” He responded. “Thunderbird 2 should be able to get them out of the way, from what I can tell there’s nothing special about them.”
“Good old brute strength, huh?” Scott couldn’t hide his amusement. This was going to go fine. Soon, Morgan would be free. He could only hope they could help get her life back, too.
John hadn’t been kidding about the twenty terabytes. Even between the two of them doing the searching, it was a herculean task just to scrape the surface.
Jeff glanced over to Kyrano, who had pulled up a chair to work the secondary display. Right now, he had his hands laced together behind the nape of his neck, pressing his palms into the back of his head. If Jeff were to guess, Ren had tipped into a full migraine about ten minutes ago. The tells were all there. His brow was creased, he was squinting at the screen despite wearing his glasses, and he was bouncing his left heel in an erratic rhythm. For some reason, he always did that if his head was giving him trouble. Jeff sighed and looked over properly. “No need to push yourself like that.”
Nonetheless, Ren gritted his teeth. “I haven’t found anything familiar yet.”
“Neither have I,” Jeff confirmed, “I don’t think it’s them. Some of the research is similar, but superficially so. I haven’t seen any names.”
“They could have changed their names.” Kyrano pointed out with a huff, but his words lacked bite and he deflated into his seat. “But you’re right. EsPR’s research had a very particular architecture to it, this…” He glared at the screen through the blur in his vision. “This is something else entirely.”
“I agree.” Jeff responded with a flat tone. Part of him wanted to bask in the relief that this wasn’t the ghosts of their past rising again. The feeling was doused in the cold realisation that this was something different, something new, and the people who had done it were still out there right now. The thought heated his face with fresh rage, but he needed to stay focused. “I’ll call this in. You need to go get a drink and lie down.”
Despite the stabbing pain in his skull, Ren scoffed. “And leave you alone with Charles?” He gestured at the screen. “He’ll notice that we’ve dug through the files. You know he’ll gripe.”
“Given the circumstances, I’m sure he’ll understand.” Jeff gave his friend a pointed look. “I mean it. You, drink, rest. Don’t make me get your daughter.”
Kyrano held his hands up and huffed. “I’m going, good grief.” Jeff watched intently as he slipped off his glasses and rose from his seat. Whilst clearly in pain and taking it slow, Ren wasn’t showing the tells of his previous collapses. That made Jeff relax, if only a little.
“I’ll come check on you after I’ve spoken with Spectrum.”
“Yes, mother.” Ren sniped back with a smirk as he disappeared in the general direction of the kitchen. Jeff watched him go, then stayed still for a moment longer. He didn’t want to turn back to stare at the twenty terabytes of horror on his screen.
He needed to get this shit off his computer. The sooner the better.
“Tracy Island to Cloudbase.”
Jeff was always left waiting when he called Cloudbase. He knew it was an occupational hazard and it never really registered to him. Until now. Though it didn’t even take a full minute for the call to make it through, he found himself counting down every second. The connection beeped, and Colonel White’s visage took over the screen.
“Mr Tracy.” The man greeted in his usual, perpetually irate tone, Even so, Jeff spotted the way his eyebrow quirked and his intense eyes scrutinised him through the video. The only conclusion Jeff could come to was that he must’ve looked as stressed as he felt. The Colonel’s next words were delivered notably absent of his usual edge. “You have something to report in?”
“I do, Charles.” Jeff failed to suppress the wince at the sound of his own voice. He didn’t need to sound so wrecked. “My boys have found something. It’s… Not pretty.”
By the time the two of them reached the staircase, Scott had become sick of the sight of tall, white walls. Morgan agreed, though her active mental chatter had reduced to simple responses. He looked up and pouted. “It’s not a big staircase, thank goodness.” He glanced over. “Are you good to climb?”
Should be. Morgan also looked up and lifted a leg to take the first step. She paused. Her pace had been good as they’d made it through the facility, far better than Scott had been expecting given her predicament. Now, he could tell she was struggling. She huffed and shook her head, stubbornness spiking up his skull, only for it to drift away. She looked over to him. Perhaps some support would be a good idea.
“You got it.” Scott took his place alongside her and put and arm around her waist, allowing the two to start the final climb together. The walls of the stairwell were the same dull white as everything else, with occasional black and grey geometric lines decorating them at random points. It was vaguely infuriating to look at, as far as Scott was concerned. He could guess it was worse for Morgan and he got enthusiastic agreement as mental feedback. He sighed. “Do you need distracting?”
Yes. That response was crisp even with the faint buzz of interference it came through with, like she was trying to force her thoughts through static. Could you tell me more about them?
“Them?” He asked, only for those images of Virgil and John to resurface again without his input.
I’m struggling to hold onto your surface thoughts, she explained, And maybe it would be better to hear you talk, anyway.
Scott smiled warmly. Circumstances notwithstanding, how could he not accept blanket permission to yap about his family? “Well, let’s see. You heard John, Thunderbird 2 is going to meet us. That’s mainly Virgil’s ‘bird, and I’m sure you’d agree it suits him. Usually, Gordon is his co-pilot, but the Fish has been stepping aside in some of our recent rescues so Larkin can get proper experience. Oh, Larkin is our newest member of the team, I think you’ll like ‘em. Yes, even when they’re teaming up with Gordon on his latest prank spree...”
Yes, I know, it's been a while since I last posted a stand alone. This is story is the reason. It's been the single hardest thing I've ever tried to write. Anyone who is a regular reader of mine will understand the size of that statement.
Because of word count - I'm only posting chapter 1 here. Both chapters are up on Ao3.
Ao3 link
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There were three places where Kayo truly felt were her ‘home’. One was being surrounded by her brothers, wherever they might be, the second was the cockpit of Shadow, and the third was with her father. A close fourth was this place, the north coast of Malaysia. She loved Tracy Island and was happy in England, but neither was this place. The incredible forests, the mist-filled mornings, and the spectacularly varied amount of wildlife. Here she was just Tanusha, if you were being extra formal, she was Tanusha Anak Perempuan Kyrano.
Most men her father’s age were spending their retirement watching sports, visiting with friends, and playing games with their grandchildren. But most men weren’t her father. He’d stepped back from the world. He was still a protector, but of the wilderness rather than of people. Kayo hoped to give him those grandchildren someday, but that day was further into the future than she liked to admit to.
The sound of her motorcycle was lost in the noise of Kota Belud, but once she was outside of it, she could see the ragged crown of Mount Kinabalu over the trees. As she got further into the interior and started to climb the cooler it got and the fewer people were on the road for her to dodge with her 'cycle. As glad as she was to be ‘home’, as much the people, the language, and the landscape soothed and relaxed her, nothing could quite touch the hollow feeling in her gut. She had questions. Big, serious questions that only one person could answer: her father.
As one of the rangers of Kinabalu, Kyrano was allowed to live inside the confines of the park itself. This meant that Kayo could bypass the line of tourists waiting to enter the park, show her pass to the gatekeeper, and just ride on in, leaving the visitors to gape at the slender woman in cargo pants and t-shirt getting into the park before them.
The forests were even lusher than what she’d passed through to get here. Her father and the other rangers took their positions of guardians of one of the world’s treasures very seriously. The enclave where the park staff lived was so small that it didn’t even have a proper name, it was just called Town. She stopped at the edge of the small drive and looked the house over. It was up on stilts as was traditional, nestled in a profusion of plants The house itself was all the shades of brown, with handsome fretwork around the wooden eaves on roofs that were high peaked to shed the rains. She pulled out her phone and took a picture of it. Virgil would love to have it as a photo reference.
The mere thought of Virgil and the shape she’d last seen him in, made the pit in her stomach grow deeper and darker. She had to know why. Why they had stayed? Why had her father even worked for that man in the first place?
She parked her motorcycle beneath the house next to the battered and ancient pickup truck. It might have been new once, back when Grandma Tracy had been a young girl. She grinned at that thought, she was also glad to see it. Even though she’d let her father know she was coming, his time was not his own. If the park needed him, he would see to it first. Not that Kayo expected any less, being that guardians ran in the family. The sad exception to that was her uncle. She took the stairs quickly, for all her questions and concerns, she’d missed her father deeply.
Before she could even raise her hand to knock, the door opened and her father was smiling at her. <Daughter!>
<Father!> The Malay was rough on her tongue, she hadn’t spoken it in far too long. Something she would remedy with John’s help. But for right now, she fell into strong arms and a tight hug.
The hug was broken far too soon for her liking, but her father brought her into the house, and from there, not to the richly appointed and vibrant sitting lounge but to the simple kitchen. She was given pride of place while he bustled around getting her cream tea and slices of brightly colored layer cake. Kayo’s mouth watered a little. She could make a version of it, but it never tasted quite the same as her father’s. Maybe something to do with the water on the Island.
The Island, Feather and Ma'at, the bone deep pain in all her brother's eyes. All her questions flooded to the forefront. She had questions and there would be no delicate dancing around, such as what she had to do with others. This was her father, and she could be as blunt as she needed to be. Whether or not she’d get her answers, was a very different matter.
He sat down at the table with his own cake and drink. “I am so very glad to see you, my heart.”
A small tendril of guilt grew thorns and stabbed its way through Kayo’s mind. She’d not made nearly enough time for her father since - since the Zero-X. “I’m happy to see you as well.” She reached over and took his hand, it was rougher than she remembered and the once salt and pepper hair was now fully silver. Oh, she’d lost so much time with him and not all of that could be laid at that man’s feet.
“Then eat. I rose before the birds to make that for you.” A gentle grin softened the words.
At that moment, she wasn’t sure if she could get the cake past the lump in her throat. But she nodded, squeezed his hand, took a swallow of the tea, and set to the cake with a will. It was better than she remembered: airy layers, slightly sweet, and colored like the sunrise. She’d missed this. There was little conversation, mostly Kayo listening to her father talk about the park and some of the silliness that the tourists got up to.
She laid her fork on the plate; the cake had helped to settle her nerves. “Father - I need to ask you a question."
“Of course Tanusha, if I can answer it, I will.”
Tanusha, almost no one called her that anymore. It made her feel warm and protected, which gave her the last bit of courage she needed. “You know that - Jeff,” she couldn’t help the derision that dripped from the name, "has come back. I need to know why we stayed. I knew at the time something was wrong. Especially with the way he treated Scott. Please, Father, tell me why we stayed?”
He sighed, “Because there was no other choice.” He rose, picked up the dishes, and headed to the sink.
The simplicity of that answer stunned her for a moment, then she went after him. “No other choice? That makes no sense!” She stood next to him so she could watch his face. “You left the Island many times, I was in school for much of that, we could have gotten away.” That would have meant losing her brothers, which would have broken her heart - “Was it the others? Is that why we stayed?” She needed to understand.
He turned from the sink and cupped one side of her face. “My beloved child.” He kissed her forehead. “We stayed because your father was a weak and terrified man. One that discovered far too late the cost of his salvation."
She searched his face; his eyes, always kind, were now sad and hurt. More wrinkles than she thought should be there as well. He seemed to gain years just standing in front of her. “Father?”
His thumb traced over her cheek. “Please, Tanusha, please, let this old man keep his shames to himself? I ask nothing else from you but that.”
A piercing squawk shattered what thoughts she had gathered. Her father cursed softly as the squawk sounded again. He pulled a slim radio phone out of his pocket. She hadn’t even noticed it.
“Kyrano.” The old and sad man vanished before her eyes. Once again her father stood in front of her, his face in a thunderous scowl. “Which gate?” He moved through the kitchen and headed for the door. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. Keep them damp and see if we can find out where they were taken from. Out.”
“Father?” She hated how tentative her voice sounded. But everything was spinning around her and she had no clue what was going to land where.
The face that turned her way was once again sorrowful. Kind, but sorrowful. “Oh, my dear one.” He closed his eyes for a moment. “I am needed. Some plant poachers were caught at the main gate. I need to see if the plants can be saved and find out where they were taken from.”
Duty over self, Kayo knew that one all too well. She had learned it at this man’s knee. “Of course.”
“Will - “ he took a deep breath, “will you still be here when I return?”
She may have hated how her voice sounded, but his was afraid and it hurt her heart to hear it. She had to fix that. “Of course, I will be. I’ve missed you so much.”
He crossed back and kissed her gently on the brow once again. “Thank you, my blessing. I will return as quickly as I can. The left room is yours.” He vanished through the door.
She heard the ancient truck growl to life, even with the new fuels, an internal combustion engine sounded like nothing else. Habits of a lifetime had her rinsing the dishes and setting them to dry before she went down to get her bag. The room on the left was as cheerful as the rest of the house. Pots of orchids lined the windows, giving the air a delicate perfume. The bed was raised in the old style, not that she minded in the slightest, it was covered in the lightest of linen sheets. Her small amount of clothes and toiletries barely made a ripple in the flow of the room.
But now she was at a loss. She had books she could read, she could nap, and she could even wander the garden that surrounded the house, but - she was still uncertain. “Get a hold of yourself Tanusha!” she said out loud. “You have a procedure, follow it.” She got out the tiny sensors and went about setting them. Yes, this was her father’s house. Yes, they were inside a protected national park and a global treasure. But being careful, especially over these last years, had become ingrained. It gave her a measure of comfort as she did so.
She paused outside the other bedroom. It was his, but she would be remiss if she didn’t set sensors in there as well. Feeling very much like an eight-year-old entering a forbidden space, she slid the door open. It was a great deal like the one he’d given her, yet at the same time, different. It was the same warm brown as the rest of the house, but there were no pots of flowers lining the windows, it was plain, almost austere. This was where he came to rest and nothing else. There were no personal touches of any kind, except for the small table on the north wall. In the middle of the table, in a frame of pale wood was a picture of her mother. Surrounding it were bowls of fruit. In front of the picture was a joss bowl with a thin coating of ash. She ran a finger over the frame of the photo. There should have been flowers, but that wouldn’t have been right for her mother or her culture.
She stood looking at the image long enough for the shadows to move across the floor. She could barely remember her mother: Lakshmi. She’d been told many times that she was a near twin of her mother. She didn’t believe that. The Lakshmi in the photo had a sublime beauty, something Kayo could see only distant hints of in the mirror. The only trait she was sure she shared with her mother were the color of her eyes; they were the same golden green. She gave herself a small shake, and touched the frame. "I love you, Mama," then she slipped from the room.
-o-o-o-o-
The fire of sunset had long since faded by the time Kyrano returned, tired but satisfied. Kayo had explored the house enough to find everything she needed to make kolo mee for dinner. She did wonder if her father had meant to make it for her, since it was a childhood favorite and one she’d not had in far too long. So he was greeted by the warm smell of freshly fried onions.
“Daughter?”
“Father!” She wiped her hands and greeted him with a hug. “I thought you’d like dinner when you got back.”
The hug she got in return was tight and lingering. “Daughter, you didn’t need to do this.”
She squeezed him and stepped back. “No, I didn’t need to, I wanted to.” She ran a critical gaze over him. “You need to change. There are no ragamuffins at my table.”
Kyrano laughed since that was what he had told her any number of times while she was growing up. “Yes, my blessing, at once my blessing.”
Kayo swatted at him with a grin. He flowed out of the way with ease, more laughter, and headed to his room. She turned back to making the meal. By the time he’d returned a bowl of kolo mee was waiting for him. Along with a dish of sambal oelek at his place.
That got an eyebrow sent her way. “Surely you haven’t lost your taste for spice.”
“Hardly,” she said, spooning a less vibrantly colored sauce on her noodles. “I still won’t eat that instant death.”
He chuckled, tasted the noodles, then added several spoonfuls of the fiery sauce to his.
“Hmph. I’m surprised you still have a sense of taste.” She started on her own meal.
“It’s a preservative, daughter. How else do you think I’ve lived as long as I have?”
She couldn’t keep the grin inside but she held on until he had a mouth of noodles. “Stubbornness, pure stubbornness.”
He choked from laughing.
Dinner finished, they moved to the sitting lounge with tea. Tanusha was dreading this again, but she had to know. “Father, I must ask, why do you call yourself weak? You are the strongest person I know.”
He bowed his head. “Daughter, please -”
“No! I am not a little girl hiding behind your knees anymore. I need to know why. Why did we stay? Why did you even go to work for that man in the first place?" She set her cup aside and grasped his hand. “Please, father. I can’t protect them if I don’t know why. I can’t give that man a single weapon to use against me or my brothers.
He wouldn’t meet her gaze, but he gave a great sigh. “I have feared this day for a very long time.” He swallowed. “I will tell you, Tanusha. I also forgive you if you leave this house hating me and don’t ever wish to speak to me again.” He pulled his hand free from hers.
She sat back, stunned. “I can’t imagine anything you could say or have done that could make me hate you.”
“I pray that it stays that way, but if it does not,” he focused on the far distance, “know that I love you, no matter what you decide."
She was frightened now. “Father?”
He sighed again. “It starts with your mother and her parents. I was not their choice for Lakshmi. But your mother was stubborn and for reasons only known to her, she chose me to be her husband.” His smile was small and sad. “I was, and am, grateful beyond words that she did that. Your mother was smart, beautiful, kind, and my joy of being her husband is only surpassed by having you as my daughter.”
Tanusha blinked, this was far more naked than she’d ever seen her father.
“I had a good job as head of security of the energy plant outside of Bintulu. I’d been working there since I left school. We were happy.” He closed his eyes. “Then the war happened.”
Tanusha froze, her father never talked about the war.
“Lakshmi’s family ordered her to come to them and to bring you with her. I could not leave my job,” he sighed, “nor was I welcome in their ‘safe haven’.”
Tanusha’s contact with her mother’s family had been sparse, at best. But until this moment, she hadn’t realized how much contempt they held for her father.
“Your mother thanked them and told them no, she would not leave me. Which turned out to be wiser than anyone knew.” The gaze he turned to her was dark. “Their ‘safe haven’ was Ahmedabad.”
She closed her eyes at that. The death toll in that city had been horrific. So many people had crowded into it under the mistaken impression that since it was a cultural and historical jewel, it would be spared. They were wrong.
“The spirits only know how your grandparents survived that. But they did, as did two of your aunts, an uncle, and several cousins. After that and the war itself, we didn’t speak with her family.” He shook his head. “Maybe if we had,” he looked down and shook his head, "I have gone over for years what I might have done differently without finding an answer.”
She sat there with her stomach in knots. She didn’t even try to hide her fear and confusion, not from her father. He knew her tells far too well and it would serve no purpose. “I don’t understand.”
“I will try to explain, the years just after the war were an unsettled time. There was still much anger about the Conflict and its horrors. I had only just started working for Mr. Tracy -”
“Don’t call him that! He doesn’t deserve your respect.” She nearly bounced out of her seat with her fury.
The look he gave her blunted her rage only a little. “I have nothing else to call him, but he lost my respect long ago, Tanusha. If I may?”
“We’ve been calling him either ‘that man’ or UnNamed.” She sat back with a huff.
“You may, daughter, but I cannot.” He took a swallow of his tea. “I had just started working for Mr. Tracy, mostly to oversee security concerns. It was a good job, with higher pay than either one of us had had before.” He closed his eyes for a moment. “I should have been looking over my own security as well.” He looked to the middle distance and from there, the past. “You were ill. One of those fevers that small children get. But Lakshmi was worried when it hadn’t gone down after a day. We left Kawasan and headed to Bintulu Hospital." He got up to pace. "It should have been a simple trip! The roads were in good shape!"
"Father." She wanted to soothe him, but had no idea how to.
He shook his head. "No, I need to say the words." He took a deep breath. "You were fussing. Your mother was trying to comfort you. I - I only took my eyes off the road for a moment. It should have been safe, there was no other traffic." He bowed his head. The next thing I know, I'm in hospital with neither you or your mother nearby." He sat back down with a humorless chuckle. "I caused a great deal of upset by getting out of my bed in an effort to find you both." He rubbed at his left shoulder. "The only thing anyone is sure of, is that I was burned in an effort to protect you."
She held her teacup in a tight grip. She’d grown up seeing the burn scars that had covered her father’s back. But until this moment she hadn’t known how he’d gotten them.
"I still do not know or remember what happened. Spirits know I have tried everything I could think of. A single car accident they called it. Not enough of our vehicle to see if we'd encountered someone or something else." He reached for his tea. “When I regained consciousness for the second time in hospital, the first words I spoke were to ask where you
and your mother was. Lakshmi was dead and you were in the care of family. I assumed it was Belah, but I was wrong. Your uncle had come from India to claim you. I still thank the spirits that the government would not let him leave the country with you, or I would have never seen you again. Your mother’s family claimed you as theirs. They said you would be better off with them. I would be spending weeks, if not months in the hospital. When that did not sway people.” He bowed his head. “They claimed that I had caused the crash intentionally because I was seeing another woman and wished to be free from your mother. Belah fought to keep you - "
She couldn’t help the scoffing sound at that.
He gave her a look. “Belah was not yet the man he is now.” He turned back to his tea. “I have wondered sometimes if the efforts he went to and the contacts he made in fighting your grandparents started him on the path he is now on.”
She froze at that. She couldn’t wrap her mind around the fact that the Hood could have been other than what he now was. Nor could she fathom the idea that she might be part of the reason for the acts he had done.
Her father continued on, unaware of the landmine he had set off. “I still do not know how Mr. Tracy found out about things, other than I was in the hospital. I didn’t even know that for sure until he came in just after Belah left.” He swallowed. “Your grandparents had tied things up with so many lawyers and strings we couldn’t even think where to start. I hadn’t seen you in weeks and was terrified that I would never see you again. Suddenly, Mr. Tracy was at the foot of the bed, asking how he could help.” He closed his eyes. “I was weak and frightened with the idea of losing you along with the loss of your mother - he was kind and wanted to help, so I told him everything.”
Tanusha’s shock melted before the fury at that man taking advantage of a wounded man, deep in grief for his wife, and distraught with the idea of his daughter being taken away from him. A snarl crossed her face. “I will gut him like a fish and leave him to die in the sun.”
“blessing, you will do no such thing!” The rebuke was sharp. “I have given up too much to let you throw your life away in revenge. On anyone.”
She flinched and bowed her head. “Yes, father.” She was deeply ashamed. Her father had surrendered everything to keep her safe and with him. She was smarter than that, but hearing yet one more unscrupulous action from that man against the people she loved - was hard. She needed to protect those she considered hers just as much as her father.
He reached over and took her hand. “My blessing, I know. Trust me, I know these feelings. I have had them many times but I had too many depending on me for me to act on them. Having them is perfectly normal, acting on them is not.”
She nodded and swallowed. It then struck her, how many times had her father swallowed his words? Pulled back on his need to protect? “I’m sorry, father.” She brought her head up. “I will not do that, but I will wish for it.”
“Sometimes daughter, wishing and hope are all we have.” He gave her hand a squeeze and then let go to sit back, his face solemn. "It has been a long day and we are both too tired to think clearly." He stood up. "Go to bed, daughter. Things will be different in the morning."
